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LET ME TEACH YOU MORE

boyfriend’s dad Joel Miller x fem!reader

Pt 2 of Let Me Teach You ~ can be read alone

Summary: Mr Miller teaches his son how to satisfy you orally.

Tw: +18, mdni, smut, age gap, soft!Joel, Mr Miller being a consent king as always, slight degradation of your bf, cuckolding, competency kink, praise kink, F!ORAL and Joel takes👏his👏time👏, fingering, spitting, tongue-fucking, rimming, squirting, mention of anal, multiple orgasms, mention of m!oral, pussy pronouns, lil bit of hurt/comfort, aftercare, swearing, food consumption. Not adding one tag to keep it a surprise🤫

Word count: 9,4k (srry😬 grab a drink)

A/n: I’ve been blown away by your love for Let me teach you, my sweet freaks🥹 Pt 2 wouldn’t exist if not for you screaming in the comments! Tysm for your kind words!! Special thank you’s and hugs to @priscillamiller88 and @mysterialee for their hot ideas!🙏 Lots of kisses to my baby @milla-frenchy for beta-ing the story and for giving me priceless advice. ILY!!♥️

I worked hard on this filth lol and I hope you all will enjoy it💋 Dividers by me and @/saradika-graphics

Pt 1 - Let Me Teach You || MASTERLIST

‘My boyfriend’s dad was teaching us anal and fucked me so well, now I want more. How do I make it happen??’

You won’t find a story like this on Reddit. And hell, you almost posted it yourself, looking for advice. Yes, you’re that desperate.

After Mr Miller showed Jack how to make anal pleasurable for you, all your thoughts are about the older man. His hands caressing your body, his lips on your tight butthole, his tongue breaching your ring and gently licking in, his cock slowly sinking into your virginal ass, at the same time dissolving the boundaries of what’s appropriate between your boyfriend’s dad and you. How can you be ok with that unforgettable experience staying a one time thing when Joel looks, smells, fucks like that? You’re obsessed and want more but, to your chagrin, Mr Miller has been acting like nothing happened.

“Night, sweetheart” — that was the only thing he told you the next time you saw each other after the ‘lesson’. He came home from work, went up to his bedroom and that was it.

‘How’s your ass?’ Can you walk alright? Want me to fuck you again?’ None of that. Did that night mean nothing to him? Is there even a tiny part of him (or a big part like his cock) that wants to touch you, feel you, penetrate you again? Your heart tightens with frustration and hurt every time he does not do any of those things. You are devastated and horny.

Jack on the other hand is fine. He didn’t dump you. More than that, he seems even happier. He finally got what he wanted — your lovely ass. You were surprised to see that he had really been listening to Mr Miller and when you two finally had anal, he was careful and considerate. He asked you questions, noticed the slightest tension in your body and paused when you needed it.

With your butt up in the air, Jack slowly taking you from behind in your ‘most vulnerable place’ (his dad’s words), you close your eyes and imagine Mr Miller fucking you instead. Joel’s cock is thicker and longer than Jack’s, his hands bigger, his presence more dominant but you have a powerful imagination and with the help of a magic combo - your memories of that night and your fingers on your clit you come easily and with a loud cry. You don’t hide your noises in the softness of the pillow, you hope Mr Miller hears you and feels jealous.

A few weeks have passed and Joel treats you the same way - he’s polite, sweet but distant. You keep pining and picturing him while being in bed with his son. A dick is a dick after all. Besides, what if you dump Jack? You have a terrifying feeling that you’ll never see Mr Miller again. After that amazing night when he busted deep into your ass he didn’t sweep you off your feet, his truck didn’t drive you away into the sunset. He didn’t even bend you over a bathroom sink during a clandestine rendezvous. No, he stayed your boyfriend’s dad. Who fucked your ass that one time.

That lesson won’t be the last! you promise yourself, half listening to Jack gushing about a new game he’s been playing. You have to be clever and work out a plan on how to get into Mr Miller’s pants. And Jack will have to help you.

You roll onto your back and bat your lashes at your boyfriend. You two have just had anal which Jack loves more than anything now so his eyes are hazy, a smile plastered on his flushed face. It looks like he was in heaven just a second ago so while he’s completely ass-drunk, you decide to act.

Jack plops on the bed by your side, breathing heavily, still grinning. You cuddle up to him, place your head on his shoulder and give him a few moments to catch his breath. Then you kiss his neck and purr,

“Honey, remember how your dad… you know.. taught us this?”

Jack’s whole body tenses up.

“How could I forget?” He deadpans.

“Yeah it was …a lot,” you giggle, gliding your palm over his hairless chess. “Crazy night. But he gave us awesome advice, right? And now we both love anal.”

“Yeah,” Jack agrees, a dopey smile spreading on his face again.

“So I was wondering.. maybe he can help us with something else?”

“Baby..,” Jack’s voice rumbles as he’s sitting up, making you slide off him. He rests his back against the headboard and you sit up, too, your naked tits on full display. For a stronger effect. Jack immediately fixates on them, his eyes darting between your nipples while you pout and say,

“You wanted anal, right? And look how happy it makes you now. I want something, too.”

“What’s that?” He asks your tits.

You bite your lip and squeeze your boobs between your arms, fast-freezing his brain.

“I want your dad to teach you how to eat me.”

A few long moments pass. Then Jack flinches and his gaze slowly travels up to your face. His brows furrow.

“You always said you didn’t like oral.”

You don’t reply, just stare at your boyfriend, letting him get there by himself. It takes him no less than ten seconds.

“Ohhhh,” he exhales, “so I suck at it?”

You scoot closer to him, rushing to reassure him before his fragile ego shutters into a million pieces.

“Nooo, you are not, you’re good! it’s a me-problem. But also… maybe you can do something differently.” NOT SUCK AT SUCKING PUSSY, you think but say the following,

“Maybe Jo— your dad could help us with it.”

Jack crosses his arms and stares in front of himself, side-eying you from time to time.

“You really want my dad to eat you?”

I want your dad to ruin all my holes and drown me in his cum!!!! You want to say but instead shrug nonchalantly.

“Just want our sex life to be perfect.”

Jack pushes out his lower lip, his chest rising and falling quickly. You know him well enough to realize that in a second he’s going to say ‘no’.

Before your boyfriend opens his mouth, you square your shoulders and glare at him. The softness in your voice is gone, replaced by threatening defiance.

“If you say ‘no’, Jack, you will never fuck my ass again.”

Yeah, you blackmailed your boyfriend into letting his dad eat you out, so what? What’s important is that your threat worked and now the three of you are sitting at the kitchen table in the Millers’ house, having dinner all together like a one happy fucked up family.

“Mr Miller,” you start timidly, watching the older man devour his burger. It’s a takeout from his favorite place. You can’t cook for shit but your mom always says that ‘a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ and you hope that the food you bought for him will facilitate the conversation.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Joel asks between bites. The way his jaws are working while he’s chewing makes you all hot and bothered. As well as his broad muscular shoulders straining a black home t-shirt. Your panties are already wet.

Jack isn’t looking at any of you, tense and quiet, he’s staring at his burger like it owes him money.

“Jack and I were wondering…,” you start. “You helped us so much last time.”

Joel glances up at you and hums, not pausing the chewing, so you continue.

“And we thought.. ehm… maybe you can help us again?”

Mr Miller quickly gulps down his bite and glares at his son,

“Goddamnit, Jack! You still can’t hit it properly? I explained everything in detail!”

“Nonono!” You shake your head, palms raised, quickly reassuring the man before Jack opens his mouth and starts arguing. “In anal department… all good. Thank you again.”

Joel’s face and tone softens when he looks at you. “You sure, baby? He treats you well?”

“Yes,” you smile, melting under his warm eyes. “He does and I love everything except…”

Jack shifts in his chair, chewing the inside of his cheek. Joel places his burger on the plate to give you his full attention but only after sucking the sauce off his thumb and making your mind short circuit for a few moments. You finally compose yourself and say carefully,

“There's something else I’d like Jack to learn.”

“What’s that? How to find a well-paid job?” Joel barks a laugh and you giggle.

“That would be nice.” Your smile falls as soon as Jack throws you a glare.

“No.” You drop your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath. Embarrassment and fear grips you. What if he laughs at you? What if he says no? Oh to hell with it! You want Mr Miller’s mouth on you too much to chicken out now.

“I have trouble.. reaching the … the.. destination,” you widen your eyes, hoping Joel will understand what you mean. “When Jack ehm…when he orally... you know ..”

Your boyfriend’s dad leans forward, placing his meaty forearms on the table, and searches for your eyes.

“You can’t come when he eats you out?”

Your cheeks and neck burn as you nod, your heart racing in your chest.

Mr Miller nods with understanding, not a glint of surprise in his expression.

“I see. So you two need my help?”

Jack freezes, burning a hole with his eyes in the burger. You sigh,

“Yes. I.. we would really appreciate it. Unless—,” you hurry to add, “you don’t want to. I know some men don’t like going down on a woman.”

“Yeah, those men are called losers,” Joel adds with a chuckle and looks at Jack. His eyes narrow as he asks his son,

“You ok with it?”

You stop breathing.

If Jack ruins this for you…?! Your boyfriend is staring at his dad, probably surprised that someone asked his opinion. Before he ruins your plan you raise your brow and use all of your telepathic powers to remind him — ‘No ass for you if you fuck it up!’ Jack blinks at you for a few seconds and then mumbles,

“Yeah, totally.”

You quietly let out a sigh of relief and look at Mr Miller.

“Ok. I’ll help, son, don’t worry.”

“I don’t worry about shit,” Jack grumbles but you don’t hear him. Joy is filling your heart, your pussy throbs.

“Whenever you have time, Mr Miller. No rush,” you chirp, barely containing your excitement.

“Let me finish this delicious burger and I’m all yours, sweetie,” Joel says with a smile and takes a big bite.

For the first time in your life you’re in Mr Miller’s bedroom. He insisted on delivering the lesson in his bed this time, claiming that Jack’s was too small and creaky. You didn’t protest. Everything in this room smells and feels like ‘a man’. Strong and reliable. It’s clean and modestly furnished. No lying around socks and shorts like in Jack’s room, no neon lights that make your head ache, only natural wood, golden lighting and quiet colours. The place is decorated with Mr Miller’s carvings, standing on the shelves and the desk. Their craftsmanship fills your heart with warmth.

Sitting on Joel’s sturdy bed, your back against the headboard, you wonder if it would be hard to make it shake. You’d happily take on the challenge.

“It’s so comfy, Mr Miller!” You gush, bouncing a little on the soft mattress.

“A field that has rested gives a bountiful crop, right?” Joel says, smiling proudly, hands on the hips. “Bed is the most important thing in a house.” He tells you that he’s made the frame himself and this fact makes butterflies swirl in your belly.

Joel sits down on the bed facing you and the mattress dips under his heavy weight.

“Jack!!!” He shouts and you glare at the door, wondering what's taking your boyfriend so long. You realize what when you hear wheels rolling on the wooden floor. Jack appears in the doorway, pushing his gaming chair in front of him.

“Jesus. I have a stool right here, son.” Joel nods at one in the corner. He probably made it, too, you think, creaming your panties.

“Ain’t gonna sit on your stupid stool,” Jack grumbles, stopping at the foot of the bed, and takes his cuck throne.

“You won’t see shit from there. Roll over here.” Joel points his finger at the place on the opposite side of the bed and Jack begrudgingly does what his father told him.

Ugh! Can you better roll the fuck away from here? you think, glaring at your annoying boyfriend, and then smile at Joel when he turns to you.

“Ready to start, darlin’?”

You melt from this new pet name and croak ‘yes’. You should feel more confident than the first time but nerves start churning your stomach. What if Jack ruins it? What if Mr Miller decides it’s too much? With panicky thoughts flooding your mind you sit up and start unzipping your jean shorts.

“Woah, not so fast, baby,” Joel gently stops you with his hand on yours and you drop your arms at the sides, blinking at him. Your smile fades away. He doesn’t want you naked?

“Sorry, Mr Miller,” you mumble, closing the zipper, your eyes downcast. Joel pinches your chin and makes you look at him.

“It’s ok, sweetie. We’ll get there. I just need you to wait a little.”

You breathe out an ‘ok’, getting lost in his chocolatey eyes. Your core is simmering, pussy aching for the man in front of you. A good girlfriend in you hopes that Jack won’t notice what his father’s doing to your body and heart but a needy slut in you doesn’t give a flying fuck.

Mr Miller looks at Jack and you take a deep breath, grateful for a respite from his hot stare.

"Speakin' of anal, what's the most important thing, son?"

"Consent."

"Yes and..?"

"Prep."

"Good. Very good." Joel nods and Jack's chest expands. Is it a smile you see on your boyfriend's face? Pfff. Someone's happy to receive daddy’s praise.

"Now what about oral?" Joel continues.

Your boyfriend rubs his neck.

"Mmm.. don't know.. tongue?"

"Yeah, can't do without," Joel chuckles. "But in my experience...," he turns to you, "— it's anticipation."

His intent gaze warms up your skin, his raspy voice seeps into the deepest parts of you, as he speaks, "When you two are out and about— bar, movies, Trader Joe's, wherever, do this."

Mr Miller sits closer to you and leans in. His hot breath licks at your ear, his scent, masculine and enticing, makes your head spin, but what turns you into a puddle is his soft words,

"Can't wait to have you to myself tonight and taste your little pussy."

Your lips part, you take a sharp breath, liquid fire floods your lower belly as blood rushes to your core.

Mr Miller pulls back a little and tilts his head to observe your face.

"See?" He says to Jack while his gaze is on you.

"Her breathing quickens, her eyes get hazy. She's gonna be thinkin' about it all day. Picturin' you eatin' her out over and over."

You're trying to control your expression, your burning up body, your tingling center but Joel's effect on you is undeniable. You're nothing but a horny mess right now.

"Why not start the foreplay hours before, right?" the older man glances at his son. "Don't yap on and on about it, of course, it'll get annoyin' but one more phrase s'fine.. something like..." Mr Miller lifts his big hand to your face, gently cups your cheek and says, "Wanna feel you drip on my tongue so damn much."

Fuck! Good thing you're sitting because your knees would definitely buckle and you'd collapse on the floor right this second. His voice, both velvet and gruff, and the things he's saying with that voice are affecting you in a way you've never experienced before. You could come just listening to his dirty talk, breathing in his heady scent, sensing the heat of his huge body crushing against your skin like a powerful wave.

Joel's next question, quiet, only for your ears, might as well be a headshot.

"Is it workin'? You gettin' wet, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," you rasp and clear your throat.

"Good," Joel reacts with a warm smile. "Now could you take your shorts off for me and lie down? Let's start."

It feels like a wet dream — Mr Miller and your boyfriend sitting fully clothed in the room with you, while your shorts are on the floor, only lacy panties and a crop top covering your trembling body. You’re already shaking like a leaf with anticipation and need, Mr Miller’s words ringing in your ears - ‘Wanna feel you drip on my tongue.’ Fuckkkkkkkk

“S’ok if I position you how I want?” Joel asks you softly and you nod, hiding your shaky voice.

With gentle hands the older man bends your legs and places your feet on the bed quilt, spreading them but not too much. You feel like a fuck doll in his big skilful hands, small and powerless. It makes your core pucker.

Joel’s palm playfully squeezes your knee as he asks Jack,

“She tells you what to do when you go down on ‘er?”

“Mm, no.”

“Why don’t you guide him, sweetie?”

Both of them are looking at you so you press your thighs together and mumble, fumbling with the hem of your top,

“I— don’t wanna be rude I guess? And also… I don’t really know what I like.”

Joel shakes his head.

“Nothin’ rude about it, baby. It’s your pleasure. It’s important. And how come you don’t know? Never had it done well?”

“Not really,” you admit, glancing up at Joel.

“What the fuck?!” Jack jumps up in his chair, gripping the armrests. “What about that time on Christmas Eve? You were moaning and stuff. You came.”

You squirm on the bed, your back getting sweaty.

“Yeah… it was good.”

“Good?!” Jack squeals. “Clearly more than just good!”

“Hey! Shut it!” Joel gruffs and points his thick index finger at his son. “Don’t you dare raise your voice at ‘er! You need to be listenin’ and learnin’!”

Secretly taking pleasure in the way Mr Miller is scolding Jack, you avoid your boyfriend’s glare and focus on a sexy vein that’s bulging on Joel’s neck.

The older man turns to you and asks softly, his head cocked to the side,

“You faked it, sweetie?”

You sigh and nod.

“Fucking hell,” Jack curses and throws his arms. Joel flashes him another fiery glare before taking your hand in his. He’s all warmth and care when he addresses you.

“Thank you for openin’ up, darlin’. Promise me you’ll never ever fake it again, not with me, not with anyone else. Your enjoyment is worth more than any man’s ego. Demand it.”

Your heart skips a beat and then proceeds making somersaults in your belly while Joel talks.

“Today I need you to be honest with me, to show me how it really feels. Can you do that for me.. for us, baby?”

“I’ll try.” You’re melting from Joel’s huge hand wrapped around yours, his kind eyes looking at you like you’re the most precious person in the universe.

“Good girl.” Mr Miller gives you a warm smile and licks his lower lip. You’d do anything to lick it too but Jack’s right here and you have to be in control of your desires.

Of course you fail immediately as Joel’s next words set your whole body on fire.

“Is it ok if I touch your pussy over the panties now. As a little warm up.”

You can’t reply fast enough.

“Yes, Mr Miller.”

You glance at Jack who’s blinking quickly at his dad like a dummy. Joel doesn’t give him any attention and instead reaches for the apex of your thighs. You open them wider to accommodate his wide palm which soon covers your clothed center. The heat of Joel’s skin seeps through the thin lace and your pussy starts purring like a cat in the sun. Mr Miller’s hand is pleasantly heavy and you buck your hips, meeting his touch, hungry for more pressure.

The older man lets out a little laugh.

“So eager. She always this impatient?” He asks Jack, not looking at him, and your boyfriend just hums. You desperately need him to keep his mouth shut so you could forget that he’s in the room. You want to drown in Mr Miller’s caress.

“Don’t give it to her right away. Play with her,” Joel teaches his son while his fingers petting your pussy lips, still over your underwear. You clasp the quilt with your fists and clench your teeth, keeping yourself from grabbing Mr Miller’s arm and grinding against it like a dog in heat.

“Light touches for now.” While Joel’s teasing you, you’re mesmerized by his veiny hand massaging your cunt. He’s just started and you’re already a hot mess.

As always attentive to every twitch of your body, every expression on your face, Joel smirks,

“I reckon I can make you come like this, huh? Would you like that, darlin’?”

You open your mouth to agree but Jack interrupts you.

“Why? Thought we were learning oral.”

What the fuck is your problem?! you scream in your head, boring a hole in your boyfriend’s face, but don’t dare argue with him. What if he storms out and disrupts ‘the lesson’?

Thankfully Mr Miller handles him. He turns to his son and replies, annoyance thick in his tone as if he’s explaining what two plus two is.

“Look at ‘er. She’s trembling thanks to your tantrum, her nerves so on edge she’ll come the moment I lick ‘er. And where’s a challenge in that? Where’s the lesson? So sit tight, grab a damn drink if you want and let me do what I need.”

Jack scoffs and his dad turns to you.

“What do you say, sweetheart? Want a release?”

“Yeah, it’d be nice,” you mutter, trying to sound normal and not feral and horny. Joel smiles and starts rubbing your clit over the panties with a pad of his thumb. His voice seems distant now, his caresses bringing you on cloud nine.

“Don’t get how eatin’ this one can be a problem, son. She came hard for me last time. And that was anal which ain’t a walk in the park for no one. Lookit, she’s drippin’. So receptive to my touch.”

He’s right. Your pussy is a waterfall under Joel’s praise and caress, the lace under his finger glistening with your slick. The man hums approvingly at the wetness, coating his skin.

Jack clears his throat, reminding you that he’s still in the room, and says louder than usual so you’d hear him through the fog in your mind,

“Maybe she can’t come ‘cause she gets too much in her head? She said so herself. Not my fault.”

“Like hell it isn’t,” Joel retorts. “Who’s doin’ the eatin’? Fuckin’ Pope? If she can’t come, it’s on you. If she’s in her head, it’s on you.”

Mr Miller’s telling his son off while his fingers are stimulating your lace-covered clit, his free hand on your knee. With your mouth slack, your eyes hazy, you're watching him bring you to your first orgasm of the night.

“Don’t let her think, make her feel,” the older man continues, calmer now. “Tell ‘er how beautiful she is, how pretty her pussy is.”

He looks at you now with his gaze bursting with adoration. “Your pussy is just so pretty, baby.”

You smile at each other and like that, drowning in his beautiful dark eyes, you come for the first time tonight, whimpering and writhing on Mr Miller’s bed while he keeps kneading your pussy with his hand, giving you more ecstasy.

“See?” Mr Miller says to Jack through heavy breathing. “Didn’t even take her panties off.”

“Congrats,” your boyfriend grunts but you don’t hear any of them. You’re panting, heart eyes set on Joel, a drunk smile on your face, forever a fan of the shuddering orgasms your boyfriend’s dad gives you.

“Get ‘er some water,” Joel tells his son who begrudgingly gets up and drags his feet out of the room.

While he’s away Mr Miller assesses your state, his eyes intent, his thumb rubbing your kneecap. When your breathing returns to normal he says softly,

“I usually get on the floor but my left knee’s givin’ me grief this week. S’ok if I lie down on the bed, sweetheart?”

“Sure, Mr Miller,” you say quietly, hiding jealousy in your answer after hearing that ‘usually’. Your heart pangs, wishing you were the only one he tastes.

Joel carefully settles between your legs, glancing up at you as if you were an easily spooked little animal. Probably because of your widened eyes — before asking him at the back of your mind you couldn’t believe that your boyfriend’s dad would really agree to another lesson.

You chew on your lower lip, watching him get comfortable. The bed is big but he still has to hang his legs over the edge. The sight of Mr Miller’s broad shoulders spreading your thighs, his ass hugged by the grey sweatpants, his handsome face hovering over your pussy makes you gush so generously, you’re wondering if you’re leaking out of your panties.

“Make sure she’s comfortable,” Joel says to Jack after he returns and you quickly down a glass of water. The older man’s gaze slowly crawls over your body, from your clothed center to your face. As your eyes lock, the spark you felt in Jack’s room between Mr Miller and you ignites brighter.

“All good, darlin’?” His voice is low as if there’s only you and him in the room. Ughh, you wish.

“Yes, Mr Miller.”

Then he addresses Jack.

“You should be comfortable, too. Eatin’ takes time. You shouldn’t rush, just like with anal, but the reason is different.”

Joel’s staring at his son, his head hovering over your heat, his hands absentmindedly gliding over your spread thighs.

Jack fights it for a few moments but when you make big eyes at him he caves in,

“What reason, dad?”

Joel smiles and leans his scruffy cheek against your inner thigh, sending chills through your whole body. “You love blow jobs, yes, Jack?”

Your brows shoot up; you don’t often hear a father ask his son this question. You try to suppress a giggle seeing your boyfriend’s jaw drop.

“Right?” Joel pushes and his son hums in agreement.

Joel’s eyes find yours and he gently rubs your thigh with his stubble, “Bet you do. Her beautiful lips wrapped around your cock, her eyes teary with how big you’re. She’s moanin’ and suckin’ you off. She moans for you. To let you know how good she’s feelin’, how much she’s enjoyin’ your cock. So do the same. Moan for her. Show her how delicious her little pussy is. It’ll drive her crazy.”

While he’s talking, your mind is drawing these images he’s putting in your head, but it’s not Jack’s cock you’re picturing, it’s his father’s. Thick and long, oozing precum for you to lick off, his heavy balls tickling your chin, then resting on your tongue. Ahhhhhh, how much you want to give him head!!

“Can I kiss ‘er?” Joel’s question makes you wake up and flinch. You look at him quizzically.

“Your pussy, sweetheart. Can I give her some kisses?”

Oh! You start bobbing your head like a Funko pop toy.

A gasp falls from your lips when Mr Miller leans down and presses his plush lips to your soaked panties. With your mouth agape you’re watching your boyfriend’s dad pepper kisses over your lace-clad pussy, your oversensitive clit, sending electricity to your core.

“Mr..Millerrrrr,” you mewl and moan when Joel darts his tongue out and licks you over the fabric.

“Hmm?” He doesn’t stop, his eyes closed, his lashes flickering over his rosy cheekbones, his lips moving with determination.

You stutter, “Shhh— should I take my panties off?”

“Jus’ a second.” The older man peers up at you, a mischievous glint flashing in his blown out eyes, and sucks in your wetness through your panties. Shittttttt

He smacks his lips savoring the taste of you and groaning as you’re shaking under his big hands and hot mouth, desperately wanting your underwear gone. You need his tongue on your unclothed bare naked pussy NOW!! or you’ll die, so you break into pleading,

“Mr Miller, please, let me take my panties off. I want… we need Jack to see better, yeah?”

Joel stops and lifts his head.

“Right.” His face is serious as if he really bought your bullshit argument but then he winks at you.

Joel hooks his thumbs under your panties and you, thanking all the gods, lift your hips so he could slowly, too fucking slowly, guide them over your ass. He slides the wet garment down your legs, takes them off and lovingly puts them on the bed by your naked butt.

“Now may I help you… so Jack could see everything, yes, darlin’?”

You nod with a smile and Joel glides his calloused palms over your inner thighs, spreading your legs as wide as they would go. Your bent leg is resting on the bed now, and he helps you to put the other one on his broad shoulder. Your pussy blooms for him, cold air licks at your exposed wet clit and leaking hole. You shiver as both men are staring at your pussy — Mr Miller’s gaze full of hunger, Jack’s — full of terror.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this. Again,” your boyfriend mumbles and your heart stops for a second. What if Mr Miller pities his son and takes a u-turn away from your needy pussy?

To your immense relief, Joel rolls his eyes at his son.

“Your woman wants you to learn, Jack. Don’t be a sourpuss and watch how to treat this pussy right. Do you have a good view?” He adds, glancing at the younger man.

You can hear Jack grinding his teeth, see him gripping the armrests of his gaming chair, but the access to your ass is on the line for him so he swallows his complaints and grumbles,

“The best.”

Mr Miller nods and his eyes return to your pussy, served to him nice and hot. Or rather wet and throbbing. He groans at the sight.

A part of you wants to cover your pathetically needy cunt but it’s a tiny and silly part. You can easily ignore it while the rest of you is screaming for an opportunity to be eye-fucked like this.

“Beautiful,” Mr Miller says to your cunt and lifts his eyes to show you his sincerity. “May I touch her, sweetie?”

‘Of course’ falls from your lips the next second. Joel doesn’t make you wait. One of his hands slithers from your inner thigh to your center. He makes a V with his middle and index finger and rubs your puffy labia. He takes a sharp breath while you’re panting like a dog.

“Oh, baby,” Joel coos, his puppy eyes trained on your pussy, his fingers moving up and down, making your engorged lips stretch. “Look how swollen and wet she is. Been playin’ with you for too long?”

You hastily shake your head, hating to worry him. “No, Mr Miller. I’m just … too excited.”

The man’s face lights up, wrinkles appearing in the corners of his eyes.

“Would hate to hurt you, darlin’. I get carried away sometimes. I’ll kiss it better.”

Quick on his promise, Joel leans down and plants an open mouth kiss to your naked pussy lip and then the other.

Fuck.

Me.

Senseless.

Your hole is clenching like crazy, your breathing hitches, your mind short circuits. You grip the bed quilt so hard you’re afraid you’ll rip holes in it. Unaware of your devastation Mr Miller talks to Jack in between kisses.

“Be gentle and take it slow.” Kiss. “She senses it..-“ Kiss. “-when you do it just to get..” Kiss. “— head in return.” Kiss.

He parts from you and cocks his head, observing your cunt like it’s a piece of art while licking your slick off his lips.

“I never understood men like that. I can spend hours here.”

Yes, pleaseeee! Your pussy screams and your core is aflame while Mr Miller’s looking at your heat with a loving gaze.

You’re beaming at Joel who gives you another kiss but when you accidentally glance at Jack, your smile falls. He’s boring his narrowed eyes at you. Will he ever get over it?? If he were a sex god like his dad you wouldn’t be here now! Though you don’t regret anything. You’re definitely where you want to be.

Meanwhile Joel’s lips travel away from your needy pussy and he begins kissing your inner thighs, nibbling on your skin there slightly, tickling you with his facial hair until you giggle.

“Her laugh is so damn cute,” he mutters to Jack who doesn’t seem in the mood to coo at you right now.

“Can we get to the point?”

Joel parts from your thighs and lets out a deep sigh.

He talks with a calm yet disappointing tone as if practicing gentle parenting with a naughty toddler.

“S’exactly what I was talkin’ about. You rush it and she fears that you don’t like it. She starts overthinkin’ and can’t come. And you’re still sure it’s not your fault?”

Jack opens his mouth but finds zero argument in his defence and shuts up.

You buck your hips with a smirk, waiting for Mr Miller to continue the lesson.

And he does. He kisses your thighs again and soon his plush lips return to your pussy. He lightly squeezes your thighs with his big hands and asks you,

“Do you mind if I lick your little hole now?”

You almost choke on your drool before speaking, “You can do whatever you want, Mr Miller. Seriously. I trust you.”

Your voice is so wanton it’s almost obscene how little fucks you give that your boyfriend is sitting an arm length away from you while his dad is about to stick his tongue up your pussy.

“S’nice to hear,” Joel says, flashing you a charming smile. “Thank you, baby.”

He brings his hands to your cunt and, using his thumbs, carefully parts your folds revealing your puffy clit and crying hole.

“Holy hell look at this, Jack,” he groans. One of the perks of makin’ her come before eatin’ is now I get to have more.”

Joel runs his thumb over your entrance that’s generously leaking clear juices.

“See?” He lifts his hand and shows Jack his glistening finger. Before your slick runs down and lands on the bed Joel quickly pops the digit into his mouth and hums, sucking on it.

“Delicious,” he winks at you and you might as well die of lust.

“Can I have it all, sweetie? I promise to be gentle.”

“Please.”

You whimper when Mr Miller sticks his wide tongue out, and keeping you folds spread with his thumbs, licks a fat stripe over your clenching hole.

“She’s so soft here. Like a flower. Remember to be careful.”

Joel’s voice is strained and you wonder how hard he’s in his sweatpants. He’s lying on his cock and you hate for him to be hurting. Maybe you can offer him to pull his dick out? It’ll probably be more comfortable. But then your eyes dart to Jack who watches his father lick his girlfriend’s pussy, his hand clasped over his mouth. The scene is obviously too much for him already so his dad’s naked boner would definitely make it worse.

Joel is slurping up all the wetness he can gather, groaning loudly, his hot mouth wide open. You throw your head back in pleasure as he keeps licking you. Lap lap lap. Slurp slurp slurp.

He cleans up your folds thoroughly, visibly enjoying the process. The sounds he’s making, his mouth kissing you, his tongue dancing over your lips but barely brushing your clit is enough for you to come but he drags your pleasure out and touches your bundle of nerves only in passing.

You don’t know how much he spends licking and kissing your folds and entrance like that but you’d hate him to stop. You’re moaning and whimpering, dancing on the precipice of ecstasy with every swipe of his tongue.

“When she’s close,” Joel says to your boyfriend through the fog in your turned-on mind, “you can tongue-fuck her hole. If she wants, of course. Do you, baby? May I lick inside you?”

You lift your head and give him a drunk sounding ‘yeah’. Joel chuckles.

“Yes, I figured you’d want it. You enjoyed it when I rimmed your asshole, didn’t you?”

A needy moan is the only response you can give.

“Yeah, sweetheart. I know you love gettin’ your holes filled with tongue.” Joel’s dark gaze is full of lust as he winks at you.

“You’re so good at it,” you gush at him, bringing a proud smile to his face.

“‘S because you’re sweet all over.”

You smile at Mr Miller and your lips part with a gasp when he brushes your tight butthole with his thumb. Your muscles tense up, the extra stimulation sending you into a frenzy.

“Don’t worry, baby. Your ass is safe today,” he chuckles. “Gonna focus on this delicious pussy,” he coos, kissing your mound.

You nod but your body craves Joel in your every hole now. You’d give your butt to him any day.

“Bend your legs and hold them under your knees for me, will you? Yeah like that,” He says softly and you press your knees to your chest, exposing both your holes to your boyfriend and his dad, just like you did during the previous ‘lesson’.

Mr Miller's face inches from your asshole, he groans and glances up at you.

“Maybe jus’ a kiss?”

You nod, aroused to the maximum. Joel places his big hands under your asscheeks and lifts your hips, bringing your butt closer. He leans down and leaves a soft wet kiss on your butthole that clenches gingerly at the touch of her first man.

Mr Miller parts from your crack, breathing heavily, the act is doing something wild to him, and without asking he goes for another kiss, a third, a fourth, his fingers digging into your ass. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your whimpers fill the room as your boyfriend’s dad is making out with your asshole.

“This ain’t her pussy,” Jack spits, stopping Mr Miller, who parts from your tight ring, looking drunk.

“Yeah, sorry, son. Got carried away,” the older man croaks and you wish Jack bit his tongue off and swallowed it. Fucker!

Joel adjusts his poor boner squished against the bed and then asks Jack.

“You know where her g-spot is?”

“Yeah.”

Jack answers so fast and sounds so sure you want to laugh in his face. He wouldn’t find it with a damn flashlight but look at him, lying to his dad like that. Joel clocks the disbelief on your face.

“Just to be sure..,” he says after giving you a wink. “It's a couple inches from the hole, you don’t need to go far and you might reach it with your fingers or even your tongue.”

Jack doesn’t say anything so Joel spreads your pussy lips again.

“Gonna push my tongue inside you now.” You breathe out an uh-huh and Joel turns to Jack.

“If you’ve done a good job, you won’t need to open her up, her hole will swallow your tongue or fingers right up.”

‘My hole can swallow you to the elbow’, you think, staring at the hot older man. Joel darts his wide tongue out and slowly pushes it into your entrance. Your pussy hungrily sucks it in, desperate to be filled, and Joel moans, when your walls clench around his hot muscle.

He flutters his eyes shut in pleasure and begins tongue-fucking you. Your juices are flowing right into his mouth, your loud moans are mixing with his like a depraved symphony, interrupted by annoying huffing and puffing of your jealous boyfriend. To hell with him! You’re in heaven!

“Look at this waterfall,” Joel pants, parting from your pussy to watch your hole clench and cry for him.

“Yeah, hope she won’t get dehydrated,” Jack grunts, side-eyeing your cunt that has never been that wet for him.

Joel ignores his son’s displeasure.

“Tongue fucking is fun but we also need to give attention to this little jewel here.” He places his thumb on your mound and lifts the hood, making your clit pop.

“This cute button is a powerhouse of her pleasure.” Joel grazes it with his thumb, drawing a whine out of you. “Make it your best friend and she’ll be the happiest girl.”

Joel’s talking to his son but his obsidian eyes are on yours.

“Now I’m gonna kiss ‘er clit. Gently, with a little suction. I won't stop until it’s big and throbbin’. Until she begs me to make her come.”

He lightly pinches your bud with his thumb and index finger and you mewl.

“Will you be a good girl and beg for it?” he smirks.

You have no idea how your mushy brain can produce a naughty answer but it does.

“We’ll see.”

Joel cocks his brow and his face darkens. You’ve been such a good student for him but the fire in his eyes tells you he’s enjoying the brat in you as well.

He smirks at you and without a heads up spits right on your clit.

“Ahhhh,” a pathetic whine escapes your lips, your eyes widen, your core aches so much it hurts, Jack curses under his breath.

“Oh we’ll see,” Joel smiles, enjoying your reaction. His warm saliva trickles down to your clenching hole that immediately swallows it up.

“Make it wet,” Joel says to Jack and, staring right at you, spits on your bud again. It hits you so perfectly you almost come.

Your hand cups your clothed tit and you begin kneading it, absentmindedly, your eyes locked with Joel’s.

“Pull your shirt up, sweetie. Play with them,” he says softly, staring at your breasts. “No need to be shy.”

You glance at Jack and lift your top over your chest, exposing your hardened nipples.

“Yeah, like that.” Joel’s blown out eyes are focused on your tits now, he’s licking his lips. “Now can I ask you for a favor, darlin’?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Twitch your nipples with one hand and the other… give it to me.”

You do what he says and his warm hand wraps around yours. He brings it to your pussy and shows what to do.

“Keep her open like this for me, please… need your clit ready for my mouth.”

You press your fingers to your pussy and pull up, exposing your clit. It twitches in anticipation.

“Yeahhh, baby, perfect.”

Joel kisses your throbbing clit, applying suction to it, his lips so soft, caresses so gentle you buck your hips, searching for more pressure, for harder stimulation. Joel tuts,

“Needy little thing.”

He glides his palms over your thighs and smooches your clit again, laps at it, sucks it between his plush lips, slurping loudly.

“Show ‘er…,” he begrudgingly parts from your pussy to teach Jack. “Show how much you love eatin’ ‘er.” He growls and the vibrations he’s created radiate through your core, all over your body.

“Swirl your tongue over her clit, like this.”

He sticks his tongue out and draws tight circles around your bud, making your whine.

Shittttttt!!

“Or flick it left and right— like this.” He shows how to do it. “Or jus’ lick it like the most delicious ice cream.” Mr Miller starts lapping at your clit, he laps and laps, dragging his wet hot tongue over your most sensitive spot and your thighs start shaking, tears appear on your lashes, that’s how amazing he’s making you feel.

Ahhhhhhh!

“Hurts?” Joel pants, lifting his head, his gaze concerned, and you choke on your words, watching him through your watery eyes.

“No-no— keep going— so good.”

Joel smiles and turns to Jack.

“She’s close. Let’s bring it home.”

You don’t look at Jack, don’t hear him, by now he’s blurred into the background. The only man you see is Joel, splayed on the bed, hair disheveled, his beard, moustache and lips soaked with your juices, his hands gripping your shaky thighs, helping to keep you open for him. He looks drunk on your pussy.

“Mr Miller,” you say, barely recognising your own needy voice. “Can I— may I —- ahh—put my hand — in your hair.”

Joel flashes you a smile and croaks,

“‘Course, sweetheart. Tug if I’m doin’ a good job, ok?”

You cry out when your boyfriend’s dad pushes his long fat tongue into your hole. Deep. He curves it and licks over your soft spot, injecting so many endorphins into your veins, your head spins and core tightens. He pulls out and slowly drags his wide tongue up, up, up, over your entrance, between your folds and to your clit. He sucks on it gently, before his tongue snakes down to fuck into your hole again. You rake his salt and pepper curls with your fingers and then pull at a particular deep tongue thrust.

Mr Miller groans and the vibrations make your thighs tense, your pussy clamping on his tongue.

“Please…,” you mewl.

“What’s that, baby?” Joel mumbles into your hole. “Tell me.”

“I— keep fuckin’ me— with your tongue— Please, sir.”

Joel almost roars right into your hole like an animal.

“Come for me,” he orders and pushes his tongue into your gaping hole.

He’s curving it against your g-spot, slurping down your slick, moaning and groaning into the mouth of your pussy and you can’t hold your climax off any longer.

You scream like a madwoman and start shaking against his bed, coming hard, rolling your hips and fucking yourself on Joel’s tongue. His prominent nose is bumping into your clit and you moan ‘Joellllll’, while your walls are squeezing his tongue, your hands clasping his locks mercilessly. You’re using him to penetrate yourself deeper, rub your clit harder, prolong your orgasm more, more, more. You’re thrashing and moaning until your arms and legs fall on the bed limply and you’re breathing fast with your eyes closed, your heart pounding in your ears. You’re completely spent.

Mr Miller’s voice makes your eyes flutter open. It takes you a few seconds to register that he’s talking to you.

“You’re ok, sweetie?” He’s sitting on the bed next to you now. You can’t speak, too inebriated, too euphoric, floating in the river of afterglow so you give him a nod and a weak smile.

Jack is saying something too but you don’t listen. You close your eyes again and let yourself rest.

A few minutes pass (or so you think) until you hear Joel speak over you.

“She ever squirted with you?”

“Mm, not sure.”

“No then. You’d definitely know.”

“Whatever.”

“I haven’t,” you croak and clear your throat, your eyes open. “With anyone. I doubt I can do it.”

Joel takes your hand that’s resting on your still heaving belly and leans down to you.

“I’m sure you can, darlin’,” he coos. “Wanna try or you’re too worn out?”

Even being tired and doubting your ability to squirt, you hate to leave Mr Miller and go to Jack’s room so you agree.

Joel beams at you but your boyfriend isn’t as happy.

“Dude! You lost your mind? You look barely alive!”

You roll your eyes.

“Don’t dude me, Jack! I’m fine. I wanna see if I can do it!”

“Ugh!” Jack crosses his arms and falls back into his cuck chair.

Joel’s jaw shifts as he watches his son for a few moments, then he looks at you.

“So… two lessons for the price of one, huh?” He jokes and you giggle. “I can make you come again, but …”

“What?”

Joel looks down at your pussy.

“You might be overstimulated right now. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

You spread your legs and follow his gaze to your puffy lips and clit.

“Mmm, don’t know. Can you check?” You purr, glancing up innocently at Joel.

The air between you two is hot again, your core filling with sticky desire.

“Sure thing, baby.”

Joel brushes your clit with his calloused thumb and you jolt. He pulls his hand back.

“See.” Joel shakes his head but your core aches for your boyfriend’s dad with a renewed force.

“It’s ok. Touch me some more. I’ll be fine.”

“Brave girl,” he chuckles and returns his fingers to your heat. He begins swirling your clit, his movements feather-light and slow.

You hiss at the dull pain that soon morphs into pleasure and your eyes roll back as Joel caresses your slicked up clit.

“Jack,” he calls his son and starts explaining to him how to make you squirt. Something about fingers and pressure. You can’t grasp his words for the life of you. All you can do is moan, your back arched off the bed while Joel’s thumb massages your clit.

“Baby,” Joel coos and you reply with a needy moan. “I’m gonna insert two fingers inside you, ok?”

You bob your head and lift yourself on your elbows so you could watch Joel’s thick digits slide into your hole.

“Yeah, you better watch. It’s a sight,” Mr Miller smiles at you, pumping his fingers in and out of your entrance.

“I’ll let you get used to the girth,” he says, finger-fucking your stretching hole.

His thumb is still on your clit, rubbing it up and down, and you bite your lip, another orgasm building fast.

“Now you’re gonna feel pressure,” he warns you and the next second you gasp, “Oh my God!”

Joel bends down and searches for your eyes.

“You good, baby? It might be a lot.”

“Please, go on. I… never felt anything like this.”

“If it’s too much, tell me immediately. I’ll stop, k?”

“Yeah.”

Joel smiles and pulls his bushy brows in concentration.

“Let’s make you squirt, sweetie.”

Your mouth is open, your eyes half-lidded as you’re watching Joel work on your pussy. His warm palm is splayed on your lower belly, skillful thumb strumming your clit, bringing you closer to your climax. Fingers of his other hand are deep inside you, making your core tighten, pushing up, up, up into your bladder.

“Oh-fuck-fuck-fuck,” you whimper, gripping Joel’s hairy forearm in panic. His muscles are bulging, steel under your fingers.

Joel’s forehead is wet, he asks through heavy breaths.

“Want me to stop?”

You’re staring into his black eyes, panting and trembling, overwhelmed with the sensations he’s bestowing on you, but you shake your head.

“No— keep going.”

And he does.

His fingers push and push, the pressure growing unbearable and you squeeze your eyes shut with a loud whimper.

“Let it go, sweetie. Trust me. It’ll feel so good. C’mon, beautiful.”

You hear Joel and the dam breaks. With Joel’s fingers pushing deep inside you, clear liquid starts spraying out of you, covering his forearm, your thighs, his bed. Joel grunts triumphantly, you cry out in surprise, Jack rolls back in his chair like a scared little bitch but you don’t care. Your squirting pussy is squelching loudly and you’re embarrassed for a second but soon the feeling is swept by the immense pleasure as you come with a shameless moan.

“Here we go,” Joel groans and keeps hitting your clit with the heel of his hand, his fingers flooded inside you. “Attagirl.”

When overstimulation hits you again, you gently push his soaked hand away. You’re a sight— cheeks wet with tears, thighs and pussy glistening and dripping.

“Woah,” Jack comments, gawking at his dad’s ‘work’.

You clumsily sit up on the wet bed and take in the mess — the soaked quilt under your ass and in front of your pussy, Joel’s forearm wet with you. Your cheeks and neck start burning.

“My god, Mr Miller, what have I done?” you whisper, panicking.

“Shhh, none of that, sweetie,” Joel pants like he’s just run a marathon and well, he’s given you so much pleasure it’s understandable.

“Go get ‘er a towel, Jack,” he commands. You don’t notice your boyfriend leave the room, your widened eyes still set on the big wet spot on the quilt, your hands clasped over your mouth.

“I’m sorry, Mr Miller,” you sob, emotions overwhelming you as you look at the man through tears of embarrassment.

“Jesus, darlin’, C’mere.” He scoops you and pulls you closer. You immediately nuzzle his broad chest, cuddling up to him and sniffling quietly in his embrace, enveloped by a cloud of his manly scent.

“Don’t you worry, sweetie. You did wonderful. So proud of you.”

“I’ll do your laundry, I promise.”

Joel squeezes you with his strong arms.

“Hell no, I’ll do it. I made a mess myself,” he chuckles and you pull back to see what he’s talking about. Only now you notice a dark stain on his grey sweatpants. Right over his crotch.

“Mr Miller,” you mumble, your eyes darting between his face and his wet bulge. “You..”

Joel squirms on the bed, scratching his scruffy cheek.

“Yeah.. embarrassin’. But when you came on my tongue…. You were…it was so hot. I couldn’t stop myself.”

Your lips spread into a grin— this big hot sex god busting a nut in his pants while eating you feels like a giant compliment.

You stare giddily at the cum spot, your tears dried up already. A naughty thought pops into your mind and feeling ballsy you purr,

“I wish I could help you clean this up.” You peer up at him, suggestively licking your lips. Joel takes a sharp breath, his gaze moving from your eyes to your mouth, until he whispers,

“You’d do that for the old man? ‘Fraid my cock’s covered in my load, too.”

Your heart’s almost jumping out of your chest, your eyes locked when you mutter,

“Why don’t you fuck it into me then?”

Mr Miller sighs like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard. He leans in, his hot breath fanning your lips, as he says,

“I want it so fuckin’ much, sweetie, you have no idea.”

You place your palm on his thick thigh and admit,

“I want it, too.”

Joel looks at your hand and then into your eyes. The next three words that fall from his lips make your throat tighten — “You are Jack’s.”

“What if I weren’t?” You’re not sure Mr Miller hears your question because he suddenly moves away from you, creating distance between you two.

“Couldn’t find a clean one,” Jack grunts, stomping into the room. He passes Joel and comes up to you, side-eyeing the big wet stain on the bed. When he gives you the towel you take it with shaky hands and fallen face.

“You ok?” Mr Miller asks while you’re drying your thighs. Not looking at him, you lie, “Yeah.”

In truth, you want to curl into a ball and cry. You want to stay, want him next to you, on top of you, inside you…

“Let’s go to my room. Thanks again, dad,” Jack throws to his father. Your boyfriend grabs your panties and shorts, and with the towel wrapped around your hips like a skirt, you follow him as he leads you to the door by the hand.

Before leaving you glance back and meet Joel’s eyes. They are pensive and sad.

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The Echo of an Almost

Finally! It's here! My story for @pedroscurls ppcu fandom writing challenge! To say that writing this has been a challenge… I think it falls a bit short. If it's not the story I've struggled to write the most, it is for sure one of the top three. Once I got my sentences (here’s the post), I started picturing everything. And I got a clear image quite fast. However, finding the right words for this has been quite an adventure. In the end, I've enjoyed diving into this angsty piece. Thanks for organising this challenge, Jamie! Sorry for taking so long to post it.♥️

And as always, thanks, @schnarfer, for your amazing support! And to my friends, @milla-frenchy and @bergamote-catsandbooks for letting me ramble and share bits with you as I wrote this Din. Love you all!♥️

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pairing: Din Djarin x fem!able bodied reader summary: They weren't supposed to meet again; their past was supposed to stay in the past, but somehow, they had found each other again, and their past was now a present, and mayhaps a future. word count: 3300 tags/warnings: 18+ mdni, angst, past relationship, bad break-up, hopeful ending, no body description, no use Y/N

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Can I walk you home?

The words, the question, his voice reverberate in her mind, loud and drilling, almost deafening as she moves.

It had been the first time she had heard his voice, as gruff and low thanks to the helmet's modulator as she remembered, in a decade, when she was younger and still trusting. Before he had inflicted a wound with his name carved in its shape that has yet to scar properly, before the heartbreak had reshaped her.

His voice had been a sharp, painful surprise at first, a cutting awareness as the realization of who was concealed behind the beskar armor- the knowledge that it was not an ordinary Mandalorian standing in front of her but the one whom she'd dared to believe hers, Din- sank in her bones, leaving her breathless and rattling her to her soul. 

Stillness surrounds them, with the moon as their only witness, as she walks beside Din, at a cautious distance- one she's careful to maintain- close enough to feel his presence but not touch him. Towards a calmer part of the city, to the apartment she's been living in since she arrived on the planet a couple of weeks ago. 

The empty streets feel jarring after the ruckus that had filled them for hours, the boisterous melodies played at the center of the City of Nevarro, and the voices of the people celebrating the beginning of the harvest season, surrounded by colorful festive lights. The last revellers were leaving as she closed the tavern, signalling the end of the night, the moment Din had approached her, voicing his request.

Before, the silences between them were intimate and easy, proof of their bond, the trust and love that was blooming. Right from the very beginning, when they met, on her birth planet, Chandrila, when serendipity played as a matchmaker, turning an act of kindness- Din's selfless deed of returning the bracelet that had fallen from her wrist while she traversed the market- into something bigger, something that yearned for a future, it had never demanded to be filled. The awareness of each other's body language was enough to understand their moods and needs. It was treasured and respected. 

Now, it's heavy and uncomfortable. Foreign in a painful way. Tense. Almost poignant, ready to break, to explode, threatening to deepen the wound oozing between them, only broken by the rocking noises of their steps. It threatens to eat her alive as she reflects on Din's request,  to walk her home, repeating those five words again and again and again in her mind, analysing every intonation, seeking a hidden meaning behind them while navigating the wave of emotions he had awoken.

Din's voice had caressed her, cloaking her with the same wave of comfort and safety as it had done in the past, with the same ease. Soothing her in a way she had longed for more than she'd dare to admit. Coaxing her to agree to his plea before she could overthink it, curious about his intentions, wanting to know what had changed, what had driven him to never return to her as he had vowed he would, why he had forsaken her. It had also enraged her, with the memories he had awoken. The buried feelings she had considered solved long ago, with how her body had reacted to him, instinctually, ready to surrender, as if the past, his actions, didn't exist.

“I never thought you’d settle enough to call a planet your home.” She breaks the hush, unable to stay quiet anymore, aware that despite being the one who had spurred this situation, Din won’t be the first one to talk.

Nevarro had never been in her plans. She hadn’t known of its existence until her cousin, Selera, had landed on the planet during one of her traveling adventures months ago, becoming enamoured with its people and nature enough to settle, open a tavern, and start a merciless campaign to persuade her to move there too. 

She hadn't been able to resist Selera for long. Selera's assertive and fierce nature had once more convinced her, as she had always done since they were children, to visit for a couple of days first, only to coax a longer stay once she had been on Nevarro, and an offer to help at the tavern during the weeklong celebrations.

“I still travel a lot,” Din mutters, looking ahead, his posture rigid despite the fluidity of his movements, closed off, as if he were steeling himself to stay, to face his sins, and not run away again.

“Mmm…” she hums, still unsettled at Din’s presence, still shedding the belief she had been nurturing for years, the certainty that their paths would never cross again. She munches her lower lip and takes a deep breath. “With your son?”

The question slips from her teeth sharper than she had meant to. Her frustration, the wish to accuse him and demand an explanation coiling under her skin, ready to bite, are too powerful to contain.

He nods in agreement. “Yes, Grogu. I work for the New Republic now.”

She had imagined their reunion many times. Her reveries were full of soft touches and endearments in the beginning. A decade ago. While she waited for him. Of passionate roaming hands, greedy for the other's skin, of intimate giggles and whispers of their future, when he left for a hunt with a date to return, a promise to come back to her and to take her with him on his travels he didn't fulfil.

The hue of yearning came fast, unstoppable and choking, hand in hand with the worry and anxiety when Din didn't return, when the day marked on her calendar passed with no glimpse of him. And she waited, the days blending into a week, dreading if he was hurt, trapped, or behind bars, dreading if he wasn’t alive, her mind fabricating more and more gruesome scenarios.

Her reveries had ultimately twisted into cruel, angry lashings desirous to hurt him, reproaches tainted with her despair and heartbreak after his message had reached her, the short sentences he had spared her, assuring her that he was alive, and apprising her of his feelings, or lack of them, the brief explanation of how she had just been a fling, no more than a few months of fun, and that he had to move forward, follow his path, his responsibilities, alone, free from distractions and unwanted preoccupations. The short sentences that she still remembered perfectly, that she could recite word for word, flawlessly, incapable of forgetting them despite the years since she heard them: "It’s me. I… The hunt took longer than planned. It’s done now. You don’t have to wait for me anymore. I won’t be coming back for you. I will always treasure our time together, but I can’t take care of you and keep my Creed. I already have enough responsibilities, and my people come first. This is the way.”

She's always wondered if there had been a motive behind his actions, a threat dangerous enough to spook him, and push her away. But it had been easier to believe him, take every word as the truth, for his honesty had been a rule between them. And his admission had landed where it hurt the most, to the parts of herself she had trusted Din to care for, to protect, certain that Din was a kindred spirit, understanding and mirroring her fears and anxieties.

She had never imagined this, though. This awkward cordiality so out of place. Fake. 

Din's clipped answers, the aloofness he radiates, prickle her skin, corroding and incensing her anger till it becomes vicious, impossible to restrain.

She doesn't know where his composure is coming from, if it’s real or fake, if his past words are true, or if there's something to unveil, something he's meticulously hiding from her, but she hates it. She hates his armour and helmet, how they keep his expressions and gestures concealed, inscrutable, placing an unachievable divide between them. She loathes Din's capacity to suppress his emotions from sinking into his posture, to hide behind his skills and become a wall of cold stoicism. 

As time passed and she slowly rebuilt her confidence, piece by piece, living her life as she wished, having fun and getting smitten with different people, but never allowing herself to fall in love again, she thought herself healed, free from her feelings for Din, ready to face him, to confront their past objectively.

In truth, though, she hasn't been ready. At all. She's been a fool. 

She's a mess, a blend of chaotic emotions that keep battling for her attention and take control of her actions, terrified of where this conversation is headed. Unsure of how to behave now that she has Din next to her.

“It’s why I haven’t seen you until two days ago?” She asks, the puzzle pieces starting to fit in her mind.

Selera had been careful to inform her of all the relevant gossip going around the town when she arrived in Nevarro, while sharing a couple of cocktails as they apprised each other on their recent escapades, including, among that important information, how there was a Mandalorian with a kid inhabiting their town.

She hadn't seen said Mandalorian until two days ago, freezing with the first glance of the T-shaped visor of the helmet, only able to breathe as the sight of the Beskar, so different from the durasteel she remembered so vividly, took root, reminding her it was not Din. He had been standing on the outskirts of the celebrations, briefly talking with Carga. And buying some food for a tiny green child, she had assumed was the child Selera mentioned.

Every glimpse she had gotten of him, lurking, recognized by people and welcomed, but not actively being a part of the celebrations, for the past two days had pushed her heart to beat faster, turning her skin into goosebumps as she forced herself to dismiss the eerie impression that she, somehow, knew him, that the awareness creeping into her bones under the Mandalorian's scrutiny was not the same one she felt when Din gazed at her.

“Yes.”

“And the Beskar?” She wonders out loud. “I don’t remember your armour being so shiny.”

“It’s a long story.” 

The door of her apartment stands in front of her, solid and robust, like a lighthouse amidst a storm, guiding her towards safety and giving her the strength to confront him and look at him.

“What do you want?” She finally explodes, tired from her work, from this taboo they are dancing around, keen on letting everything go to have peace. “I thought you wanted to talk; otherwise, I don’t understand why you asked me to walk me home. But talking to you is like pulling teeth. I would have been on board to keep ignoring each other. The city is big enough not to have to see each other, especially if you are off planet so frequently.”

Din sighs.  “I…”

“You what?” She cuts him, relishing in the way his shoulders twitch, the first crack in his façade.

“Did you know I was here?” He mutters, still looking at her directly.

“That’s what you’re going for?” The chuckle rippling through her throat is dark, almost mocking, as she folds her arms over her chest. “Ok. Why not? No. I didn’t. I haven’t been looking for you. Don’t worry. You made your intentions quite clear ten years ago.”

He stays mute, his body so still she can’t see him breathing, fuelling her rage.

“Selera told me a Mandalorian was living in Nevarro… But she didn’t know… Back when we…” Her speech halts as she munches her lips, indecisive. She doesn’t know what to call what they had. She had been sure it was a relationship, because she had been his, truly and devotedly, for almost a year, but she’d realized far too late that he had never been hers. "She only knew you were a bounty hunter, and she already wanted me to stop seeing you. I didn’t dare to tell her you were a Mandalorian on top of that.”

She keeps going before he can say anything, needing to say it all now that the dam has been broken.

“I waited for you, did you know that? I wondered if you saw me and got a good laugh at my pinning. Every day, I went to the landing plains when the sun was barely up, where you told me you’d pick me up, and stayed there for hours, worrying that something had happened to you, foolishly believing you’d still come, until you...” Tears threaten to fall down her face, but she keeps them on hold, unwilling to let Din see how much she’s still hurting. Back then, he had never told her he loved her; he had never promised a future, just a few adventures on his ship. It had been her fault for assuming there was more between them, that there was more in his actions, that their future held terms like marriage and family.

“Why do you care? You could’ve just walked away. You’ve done it before. There was no need to approach me tonight.” She goads him, seeking to wound him, to slice him as he did to her years ago.

Din doesn’t answer, not a surprise anymore, but his passivity is still hurtful. “Forget it.” She starts to turn, ready to leave, to be done, desperate to be alone, seek solace behind the walls of her home to finally allow her tears and grief to explode.

She feels his touch before hearing him move. Din grabs her arm. Softly but with strength, his left hand reaches for her, grounding and halting her movements.

“Please.” He begs, stopping her. “I- I’m sorry,” he finally implores, leaning forward. His voice cracks in a way she had never heard before, too raw and broken not to be honest.

She stares at him expectantly. Hard, standing her ground, unwilling to fold to his beseeching. 

The hand not holding her arm, already coiled in a fist, tightens, pulling the leather of his gloves, the only barrier preventing Din's nails from piercing his skin, one of his tells, driven by that anxiety she knows intimately, of being seen, of being exposed and vulnerable.

“Xi’an… She learned about us and started threatening you. Things with her and the others started to become too rough, too dangerous. I didn’t want to bring you to that.”

“Spare me your protective instincts, Din,” she scoffs, trying to put distance between them, but his hold on her pauses her retreat. “You know I can defend myself. You made sure I knew how.” During their time together, he had taught her how to fight, how to protect herself, fearful that his deeds as a mercenary and bounty hunter could reach her when he wasn't there to protect her.“What do you want from this? From me? Closure? Atonement?” She pressures him, wanting the truth.

“I got scared.” Din's confession falls heavily between them, causing a ripple strong enough to uproot her attack and leave her speechless.

“Of what?” She manages to murmur, feeling his eyes staring at her despite not being able to see them, with the same aura as back then, the one that made her lips tickle with the wish to ask about them, and know if she was right, if they were dark and warm as she had always envisioned.

“Of us,” he mutters, breathing loud enough to be heard. “Of myself. I wanted to bare my face to you. I wanted to break my creed for you.”

“Din." Her astonishment is clear in her expression; it sinks into every line of her face, the curve of her lips, and the frown of her brow. It leaves her reeling. "I’d never have asked you to do that.”

“I know.” He tightens his hold on her arm for a second, quickly reassuring her, before letting her go. "The desire to leave my Creed behind scared me. I was overwhelmed, and I used Xi'an's threats as an excuse to justify my actions. To do something I've regretted since the second I sent you that message."

“I don’t know what you want me to do with this.” Din broke her trust in him; he obliterated what they shared. There's no way to restore what they had. Maybe there's a path forward, one that finally heals their wounds and allows the scars to nurture the fragments into a new bond, but she's not sure if she has the strength to pursue it.

“I know. I’m not trying anything. What I did.... I don't deserve your forgiveness, but meeting Grogu, becoming a father... It has changed me. I’m not the same man I was before.” They weigh on his words allude to a deeper significance, a tale that he's still understanding how much it has transformed him. “As soon as I saw you, I needed to tell you. You deserve to know the truth.”

“Thank you," she whispers, playing with the hem of her clothes, too nervous to stay motionless.

“You will be staying here for long?”

She blinks, choosing to be honest. “I promised Selera I’d stay for at least three months.”

“Could we talk sometime?” The hopeful tilt in his question embraces her heart, begging her to believe him, to acquiesce to the chance fate has gifted them.

“Maybe.” She can’t promise him anything more. She won’t force herself to accept his presence in her life just for his sake. There's too much to heal and talk about before terms like friendship can be considered. “Good night, Din," she says, needing to be alone.

"Good night," he nods, accepting and respectful, taking a step back, conscious that he has to leave.

She remains motionless when he starts to turn away, frozen by the doubt that their encounter is a production of her imagination, when her gaze drops. She's staring at his frame, still enthralled by his build, memorizing the changes in his body, bewitched by his wider shoulders, broader back, and thicker torso, and she spots a glint on his right hand, a sparkle she recognises instantly. The delicate golden chain encasing amber drops made from the Sienta Trees on Chandrila, she's been missing for ten years. The bracelet that started their story, the one she thought lost thanks to a fickle clasp when Din abandoned her.

The sight, the realization that her bracelet wasn't lost, but stolen and kept by Din, carefully protected and cherished, tears something in her that settles within her ribs, reaching her with a power no words could ever convey. The proof of his feelings lies bare and plain in front of her. It's undeniable. 

“Din,” she calls him back, rooting him where he’s standing, oblivious of her discovery. She regards him, awed, unbelieving, powerless to extinguish the spark of hope taking hold in her. “I will need time, but don’t be a stranger.”

Her command pushes the air out of his lungs. His shoulders soften as she sees him sigh. 

What they had is no longer echo, painful and rotten, but something that could grow back, different, just as meaningful, and perhaps even better. Perhaps now, it's the right moment for them.

Din nods, grateful. And she's certain his bow is an oath, one she knows he won’t break again.

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LET ME TEACH YOU MORE

boyfriend’s dad Joel Miller x fem!reader

Pt 2 of Let Me Teach You ~ can be read alone

Summary: Mr Miller teaches his son how to satisfy you orally.

Tw: +18, mdni, smut, age gap, soft!Joel, Mr Miller being a consent king as always, slight degradation of your bf, cuckolding, competency kink, praise kink, F!ORAL and Joel takes👏his👏time👏, fingering, spitting, tongue-fucking, rimming, squirting, mention of anal, multiple orgasms, mention of m!oral, pussy pronouns, lil bit of hurt/comfort, aftercare, swearing, food consumption. Not adding one tag to keep it a surprise🤫

Word count: 9,4k (srry😬 grab a drink)

A/n: I’ve been blown away by your love for Let me teach you, my sweet freaks🥹 Pt 2 wouldn’t exist if not for you screaming in the comments! Tysm for your kind words!! Special thank you’s and hugs to @priscillamiller88 and @mysterialee for their hot ideas!🙏 Lots of kisses to my baby @milla-frenchy for beta-ing the story and for giving me priceless advice. ILY!!♥️

I worked hard on this filth lol and I hope you all will enjoy it💋 Dividers by me and @/saradika-graphics

Pt 1 - Let Me Teach You || MASTERLIST

‘My boyfriend’s dad was teaching us anal and fucked me so well, now I want more. How do I make it happen??’

You won’t find a story like this on Reddit. And hell, you almost posted it yourself, looking for advice. Yes, you’re that desperate.

After Mr Miller showed Jack how to make anal pleasurable for you, all your thoughts are about the older man. His hands caressing your body, his lips on your tight butthole, his tongue breaching your ring and gently licking in, his cock slowly sinking into your virginal ass, at the same time dissolving the boundaries of what’s appropriate between your boyfriend’s dad and you. How can you be ok with that unforgettable experience staying a one time thing when Joel looks, smells, fucks like that? You’re obsessed and want more but, to your chagrin, Mr Miller has been acting like nothing happened.

“Night, sweetheart” — that was the only thing he told you the next time you saw each other after the ‘lesson’. He came home from work, went up to his bedroom and that was it.

‘How’s your ass?’ Can you walk alright? Want me to fuck you again?’ None of that. Did that night mean nothing to him? Is there even a tiny part of him (or a big part like his cock) that wants to touch you, feel you, penetrate you again? Your heart tightens with frustration and hurt every time he does not do any of those things. You are devastated and horny.

Jack on the other hand is fine. He didn’t dump you. More than that, he seems even happier. He finally got what he wanted — your lovely ass. You were surprised to see that he had really been listening to Mr Miller and when you two finally had anal, he was careful and considerate. He asked you questions, noticed the slightest tension in your body and paused when you needed it.

With your butt up in the air, Jack slowly taking you from behind in your ‘most vulnerable place’ (his dad’s words), you close your eyes and imagine Mr Miller fucking you instead. Joel’s cock is thicker and longer than Jack’s, his hands bigger, his presence more dominant but you have a powerful imagination and with the help of a magic combo - your memories of that night and your fingers on your clit you come easily and with a loud cry. You don’t hide your noises in the softness of the pillow, you hope Mr Miller hears you and feels jealous.

A few weeks have passed and Joel treats you the same way - he’s polite, sweet but distant. You keep pining and picturing him while being in bed with his son. A dick is a dick after all. Besides, what if you dump Jack? You have a terrifying feeling that you’ll never see Mr Miller again. After that amazing night when he busted deep into your ass he didn’t sweep you off your feet, his truck didn’t drive you away into the sunset. He didn’t even bend you over a bathroom sink during a clandestine rendezvous. No, he stayed your boyfriend’s dad. Who fucked your ass that one time.

That lesson won’t be the last! you promise yourself, half listening to Jack gushing about a new game he’s been playing. You have to be clever and work out a plan on how to get into Mr Miller’s pants. And Jack will have to help you.

You roll onto your back and bat your lashes at your boyfriend. You two have just had anal which Jack loves more than anything now so his eyes are hazy, a smile plastered on his flushed face. It looks like he was in heaven just a second ago so while he’s completely ass-drunk, you decide to act.

Jack plops on the bed by your side, breathing heavily, still grinning. You cuddle up to him, place your head on his shoulder and give him a few moments to catch his breath. Then you kiss his neck and purr,

“Honey, remember how your dad… you know.. taught us this?”

Jack’s whole body tenses up.

“How could I forget?” He deadpans.

“Yeah it was …a lot,” you giggle, gliding your palm over his hairless chess. “Crazy night. But he gave us awesome advice, right? And now we both love anal.”

“Yeah,” Jack agrees, a dopey smile spreading on his face again.

“So I was wondering.. maybe he can help us with something else?”

“Baby..,” Jack’s voice rumbles as he’s sitting up, making you slide off him. He rests his back against the headboard and you sit up, too, your naked tits on full display. For a stronger effect. Jack immediately fixates on them, his eyes darting between your nipples while you pout and say,

“You wanted anal, right? And look how happy it makes you now. I want something, too.”

“What’s that?” He asks your tits.

You bite your lip and squeeze your boobs between your arms, fast-freezing his brain.

“I want your dad to teach you how to eat me.”

A few long moments pass. Then Jack flinches and his gaze slowly travels up to your face. His brows furrow.

“You always said you didn’t like oral.”

You don’t reply, just stare at your boyfriend, letting him get there by himself. It takes him no less than ten seconds.

“Ohhhh,” he exhales, “so I suck at it?”

You scoot closer to him, rushing to reassure him before his fragile ego shutters into a million pieces.

“Nooo, you are not, you’re good! it’s a me-problem. But also… maybe you can do something differently.” NOT SUCK AT SUCKING PUSSY, you think but say the following,

“Maybe Jo— your dad could help us with it.”

Jack crosses his arms and stares in front of himself, side-eying you from time to time.

“You really want my dad to eat you?”

I want your dad to ruin all my holes and drown me in his cum!!!! You want to say but instead shrug nonchalantly.

“Just want our sex life to be perfect.”

Jack pushes out his lower lip, his chest rising and falling quickly. You know him well enough to realize that in a second he’s going to say ‘no’.

Before your boyfriend opens his mouth, you square your shoulders and glare at him. The softness in your voice is gone, replaced by threatening defiance.

“If you say ‘no’, Jack, you will never fuck my ass again.”

Yeah, you blackmailed your boyfriend into letting his dad eat you out, so what? What’s important is that your threat worked and now the three of you are sitting at the kitchen table in the Millers’ house, having dinner all together like a one happy fucked up family.

“Mr Miller,” you start timidly, watching the older man devour his burger. It’s a takeout from his favorite place. You can’t cook for shit but your mom always says that ‘a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ and you hope that the food you bought for him will facilitate the conversation.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Joel asks between bites. The way his jaws are working while he’s chewing makes you all hot and bothered. As well as his broad muscular shoulders straining a black home t-shirt. Your panties are already wet.

Jack isn’t looking at any of you, tense and quiet, he’s staring at his burger like it owes him money.

“Jack and I were wondering…,” you start. “You helped us so much last time.”

Joel glances up at you and hums, not pausing the chewing, so you continue.

“And we thought.. ehm… maybe you can help us again?”

Mr Miller quickly gulps down his bite and glares at his son,

“Goddamnit, Jack! You still can’t hit it properly? I explained everything in detail!”

“Nonono!” You shake your head, palms raised, quickly reassuring the man before Jack opens his mouth and starts arguing. “In anal department… all good. Thank you again.”

Joel’s face and tone softens when he looks at you. “You sure, baby? He treats you well?”

“Yes,” you smile, melting under his warm eyes. “He does and I love everything except…”

Jack shifts in his chair, chewing the inside of his cheek. Joel places his burger on the plate to give you his full attention but only after sucking the sauce off his thumb and making your mind short circuit for a few moments. You finally compose yourself and say carefully,

“There's something else I’d like Jack to learn.”

“What’s that? How to find a well-paid job?” Joel barks a laugh and you giggle.

“That would be nice.” Your smile falls as soon as Jack throws you a glare.

“No.” You drop your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath. Embarrassment and fear grips you. What if he laughs at you? What if he says no? Oh to hell with it! You want Mr Miller’s mouth on you too much to chicken out now.

“I have trouble.. reaching the … the.. destination,” you widen your eyes, hoping Joel will understand what you mean. “When Jack ehm…when he orally... you know ..”

Your boyfriend’s dad leans forward, placing his meaty forearms on the table, and searches for your eyes.

“You can’t come when he eats you out?”

Your cheeks and neck burn as you nod, your heart racing in your chest.

Mr Miller nods with understanding, not a glint of surprise in his expression.

“I see. So you two need my help?”

Jack freezes, burning a hole with his eyes in the burger. You sigh,

“Yes. I.. we would really appreciate it. Unless—,” you hurry to add, “you don’t want to. I know some men don’t like going down on a woman.”

“Yeah, those men are called losers,” Joel adds with a chuckle and looks at Jack. His eyes narrow as he asks his son,

“You ok with it?”

You stop breathing.

If Jack ruins this for you…?! Your boyfriend is staring at his dad, probably surprised that someone asked his opinion. Before he ruins your plan you raise your brow and use all of your telepathic powers to remind him — ‘No ass for you if you fuck it up!’ Jack blinks at you for a few seconds and then mumbles,

“Yeah, totally.”

You quietly let out a sigh of relief and look at Mr Miller.

“Ok. I’ll help, son, don’t worry.”

“I don’t worry about shit,” Jack grumbles but you don’t hear him. Joy is filling your heart, your pussy throbs.

“Whenever you have time, Mr Miller. No rush,” you chirp, barely containing your excitement.

“Let me finish this delicious burger and I’m all yours, sweetie,” Joel says with a smile and takes a big bite.

For the first time in your life you’re in Mr Miller’s bedroom. He insisted on delivering the lesson in his bed this time, claiming that Jack’s was too small and creaky. You didn’t protest. Everything in this room smells and feels like ‘a man’. Strong and reliable. It’s clean and modestly furnished. No lying around socks and shorts like in Jack’s room, no neon lights that make your head ache, only natural wood, golden lighting and quiet colours. The place is decorated with Mr Miller’s carvings, standing on the shelves and the desk. Their craftsmanship fills your heart with warmth.

Sitting on Joel’s sturdy bed, your back against the headboard, you wonder if it would be hard to make it shake. You’d happily take on the challenge.

“It’s so comfy, Mr Miller!” You gush, bouncing a little on the soft mattress.

“A field that has rested gives a bountiful crop, right?” Joel says, smiling proudly, hands on the hips. “Bed is the most important thing in a house.” He tells you that he’s made the frame himself and this fact makes butterflies swirl in your belly.

Joel sits down on the bed facing you and the mattress dips under his heavy weight.

“Jack!!!” He shouts and you glare at the door, wondering what's taking your boyfriend so long. You realize what when you hear wheels rolling on the wooden floor. Jack appears in the doorway, pushing his gaming chair in front of him.

“Jesus. I have a stool right here, son.” Joel nods at one in the corner. He probably made it, too, you think, creaming your panties.

“Ain’t gonna sit on your stupid stool,” Jack grumbles, stopping at the foot of the bed, and takes his cuck throne.

“You won’t see shit from there. Roll over here.” Joel points his finger at the place on the opposite side of the bed and Jack begrudgingly does what his father told him.

Ugh! Can you better roll the fuck away from here? you think, glaring at your annoying boyfriend, and then smile at Joel when he turns to you.

“Ready to start, darlin’?”

You melt from this new pet name and croak ‘yes’. You should feel more confident than the first time but nerves start churning your stomach. What if Jack ruins it? What if Mr Miller decides it’s too much? With panicky thoughts flooding your mind you sit up and start unzipping your jean shorts.

“Woah, not so fast, baby,” Joel gently stops you with his hand on yours and you drop your arms at the sides, blinking at him. Your smile fades away. He doesn’t want you naked?

“Sorry, Mr Miller,” you mumble, closing the zipper, your eyes downcast. Joel pinches your chin and makes you look at him.

“It’s ok, sweetie. We’ll get there. I just need you to wait a little.”

You breathe out an ‘ok’, getting lost in his chocolatey eyes. Your core is simmering, pussy aching for the man in front of you. A good girlfriend in you hopes that Jack won’t notice what his father’s doing to your body and heart but a needy slut in you doesn’t give a flying fuck.

Mr Miller looks at Jack and you take a deep breath, grateful for a respite from his hot stare.

"Speakin' of anal, what's the most important thing, son?"

"Consent."

"Yes and..?"

"Prep."

"Good. Very good." Joel nods and Jack's chest expands. Is it a smile you see on your boyfriend's face? Pfff. Someone's happy to receive daddy’s praise.

"Now what about oral?" Joel continues.

Your boyfriend rubs his neck.

"Mmm.. don't know.. tongue?"

"Yeah, can't do without," Joel chuckles. "But in my experience...," he turns to you, "— it's anticipation."

His intent gaze warms up your skin, his raspy voice seeps into the deepest parts of you, as he speaks, "When you two are out and about— bar, movies, Trader Joe's, wherever, do this."

Mr Miller sits closer to you and leans in. His hot breath licks at your ear, his scent, masculine and enticing, makes your head spin, but what turns you into a puddle is his soft words,

"Can't wait to have you to myself tonight and taste your little pussy."

Your lips part, you take a sharp breath, liquid fire floods your lower belly as blood rushes to your core.

Mr Miller pulls back a little and tilts his head to observe your face.

"See?" He says to Jack while his gaze is on you.

"Her breathing quickens, her eyes get hazy. She's gonna be thinkin' about it all day. Picturin' you eatin' her out over and over."

You're trying to control your expression, your burning up body, your tingling center but Joel's effect on you is undeniable. You're nothing but a horny mess right now.

"Why not start the foreplay hours before, right?" the older man glances at his son. "Don't yap on and on about it, of course, it'll get annoyin' but one more phrase s'fine.. something like..." Mr Miller lifts his big hand to your face, gently cups your cheek and says, "Wanna feel you drip on my tongue so damn much."

Fuck! Good thing you're sitting because your knees would definitely buckle and you'd collapse on the floor right this second. His voice, both velvet and gruff, and the things he's saying with that voice are affecting you in a way you've never experienced before. You could come just listening to his dirty talk, breathing in his heady scent, sensing the heat of his huge body crushing against your skin like a powerful wave.

Joel's next question, quiet, only for your ears, might as well be a headshot.

"Is it workin'? You gettin' wet, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," you rasp and clear your throat.

"Good," Joel reacts with a warm smile. "Now could you take your shorts off for me and lie down? Let's start."

It feels like a wet dream — Mr Miller and your boyfriend sitting fully clothed in the room with you, while your shorts are on the floor, only lacy panties and a crop top covering your trembling body. You’re already shaking like a leaf with anticipation and need, Mr Miller’s words ringing in your ears - ‘Wanna feel you drip on my tongue.’ Fuckkkkkkkk

“S’ok if I position you how I want?” Joel asks you softly and you nod, hiding your shaky voice.

With gentle hands the older man bends your legs and places your feet on the bed quilt, spreading them but not too much. You feel like a fuck doll in his big skilful hands, small and powerless. It makes your core pucker.

Joel’s palm playfully squeezes your knee as he asks Jack,

“She tells you what to do when you go down on ‘er?”

“Mm, no.”

“Why don’t you guide him, sweetie?”

Both of them are looking at you so you press your thighs together and mumble, fumbling with the hem of your top,

“I— don’t wanna be rude I guess? And also… I don’t really know what I like.”

Joel shakes his head.

“Nothin’ rude about it, baby. It’s your pleasure. It’s important. And how come you don’t know? Never had it done well?”

“Not really,” you admit, glancing up at Joel.

“What the fuck?!” Jack jumps up in his chair, gripping the armrests. “What about that time on Christmas Eve? You were moaning and stuff. You came.”

You squirm on the bed, your back getting sweaty.

“Yeah… it was good.”

“Good?!” Jack squeals. “Clearly more than just good!”

“Hey! Shut it!” Joel gruffs and points his thick index finger at his son. “Don’t you dare raise your voice at ‘er! You need to be listenin’ and learnin’!”

Secretly taking pleasure in the way Mr Miller is scolding Jack, you avoid your boyfriend’s glare and focus on a sexy vein that’s bulging on Joel’s neck.

The older man turns to you and asks softly, his head cocked to the side,

“You faked it, sweetie?”

You sigh and nod.

“Fucking hell,” Jack curses and throws his arms. Joel flashes him another fiery glare before taking your hand in his. He’s all warmth and care when he addresses you.

“Thank you for openin’ up, darlin’. Promise me you’ll never ever fake it again, not with me, not with anyone else. Your enjoyment is worth more than any man’s ego. Demand it.”

Your heart skips a beat and then proceeds making somersaults in your belly while Joel talks.

“Today I need you to be honest with me, to show me how it really feels. Can you do that for me.. for us, baby?”

“I’ll try.” You’re melting from Joel’s huge hand wrapped around yours, his kind eyes looking at you like you’re the most precious person in the universe.

“Good girl.” Mr Miller gives you a warm smile and licks his lower lip. You’d do anything to lick it too but Jack’s right here and you have to be in control of your desires.

Of course you fail immediately as Joel’s next words set your whole body on fire.

“Is it ok if I touch your pussy over the panties now. As a little warm up.”

You can’t reply fast enough.

“Yes, Mr Miller.”

You glance at Jack who’s blinking quickly at his dad like a dummy. Joel doesn’t give him any attention and instead reaches for the apex of your thighs. You open them wider to accommodate his wide palm which soon covers your clothed center. The heat of Joel’s skin seeps through the thin lace and your pussy starts purring like a cat in the sun. Mr Miller’s hand is pleasantly heavy and you buck your hips, meeting his touch, hungry for more pressure.

The older man lets out a little laugh.

“So eager. She always this impatient?” He asks Jack, not looking at him, and your boyfriend just hums. You desperately need him to keep his mouth shut so you could forget that he’s in the room. You want to drown in Mr Miller’s caress.

“Don’t give it to her right away. Play with her,” Joel teaches his son while his fingers petting your pussy lips, still over your underwear. You clasp the quilt with your fists and clench your teeth, keeping yourself from grabbing Mr Miller’s arm and grinding against it like a dog in heat.

“Light touches for now.” While Joel’s teasing you, you’re mesmerized by his veiny hand massaging your cunt. He’s just started and you’re already a hot mess.

As always attentive to every twitch of your body, every expression on your face, Joel smirks,

“I reckon I can make you come like this, huh? Would you like that, darlin’?”

You open your mouth to agree but Jack interrupts you.

“Why? Thought we were learning oral.”

What the fuck is your problem?! you scream in your head, boring a hole in your boyfriend’s face, but don’t dare argue with him. What if he storms out and disrupts ‘the lesson’?

Thankfully Mr Miller handles him. He turns to his son and replies, annoyance thick in his tone as if he’s explaining what two plus two is.

“Look at ‘er. She’s trembling thanks to your tantrum, her nerves so on edge she’ll come the moment I lick ‘er. And where’s a challenge in that? Where’s the lesson? So sit tight, grab a damn drink if you want and let me do what I need.”

Jack scoffs and his dad turns to you.

“What do you say, sweetheart? Want a release?”

“Yeah, it’d be nice,” you mutter, trying to sound normal and not feral and horny. Joel smiles and starts rubbing your clit over the panties with a pad of his thumb. His voice seems distant now, his caresses bringing you on cloud nine.

“Don’t get how eatin’ this one can be a problem, son. She came hard for me last time. And that was anal which ain’t a walk in the park for no one. Lookit, she’s drippin’. So receptive to my touch.”

He’s right. Your pussy is a waterfall under Joel’s praise and caress, the lace under his finger glistening with your slick. The man hums approvingly at the wetness, coating his skin.

Jack clears his throat, reminding you that he’s still in the room, and says louder than usual so you’d hear him through the fog in your mind,

“Maybe she can’t come ‘cause she gets too much in her head? She said so herself. Not my fault.”

“Like hell it isn’t,” Joel retorts. “Who’s doin’ the eatin’? Fuckin’ Pope? If she can’t come, it’s on you. If she’s in her head, it’s on you.”

Mr Miller’s telling his son off while his fingers are stimulating your lace-covered clit, his free hand on your knee. With your mouth slack, your eyes hazy, you're watching him bring you to your first orgasm of the night.

“Don’t let her think, make her feel,” the older man continues, calmer now. “Tell ‘er how beautiful she is, how pretty her pussy is.”

He looks at you now with his gaze bursting with adoration. “Your pussy is just so pretty, baby.”

You smile at each other and like that, drowning in his beautiful dark eyes, you come for the first time tonight, whimpering and writhing on Mr Miller’s bed while he keeps kneading your pussy with his hand, giving you more ecstasy.

“See?” Mr Miller says to Jack through heavy breathing. “Didn’t even take her panties off.”

“Congrats,” your boyfriend grunts but you don’t hear any of them. You’re panting, heart eyes set on Joel, a drunk smile on your face, forever a fan of the shuddering orgasms your boyfriend’s dad gives you.

“Get ‘er some water,” Joel tells his son who begrudgingly gets up and drags his feet out of the room.

While he’s away Mr Miller assesses your state, his eyes intent, his thumb rubbing your kneecap. When your breathing returns to normal he says softly,

“I usually get on the floor but my left knee’s givin’ me grief this week. S’ok if I lie down on the bed, sweetheart?”

“Sure, Mr Miller,” you say quietly, hiding jealousy in your answer after hearing that ‘usually’. Your heart pangs, wishing you were the only one he tastes.

Joel carefully settles between your legs, glancing up at you as if you were an easily spooked little animal. Probably because of your widened eyes — before asking him at the back of your mind you couldn’t believe that your boyfriend’s dad would really agree to another lesson.

You chew on your lower lip, watching him get comfortable. The bed is big but he still has to hang his legs over the edge. The sight of Mr Miller’s broad shoulders spreading your thighs, his ass hugged by the grey sweatpants, his handsome face hovering over your pussy makes you gush so generously, you’re wondering if you’re leaking out of your panties.

“Make sure she’s comfortable,” Joel says to Jack after he returns and you quickly down a glass of water. The older man’s gaze slowly crawls over your body, from your clothed center to your face. As your eyes lock, the spark you felt in Jack’s room between Mr Miller and you ignites brighter.

“All good, darlin’?” His voice is low as if there’s only you and him in the room. Ughh, you wish.

“Yes, Mr Miller.”

Then he addresses Jack.

“You should be comfortable, too. Eatin’ takes time. You shouldn’t rush, just like with anal, but the reason is different.”

Joel’s staring at his son, his head hovering over your heat, his hands absentmindedly gliding over your spread thighs.

Jack fights it for a few moments but when you make big eyes at him he caves in,

“What reason, dad?”

Joel smiles and leans his scruffy cheek against your inner thigh, sending chills through your whole body. “You love blow jobs, yes, Jack?”

Your brows shoot up; you don’t often hear a father ask his son this question. You try to suppress a giggle seeing your boyfriend’s jaw drop.

“Right?” Joel pushes and his son hums in agreement.

Joel’s eyes find yours and he gently rubs your thigh with his stubble, “Bet you do. Her beautiful lips wrapped around your cock, her eyes teary with how big you’re. She’s moanin’ and suckin’ you off. She moans for you. To let you know how good she’s feelin’, how much she’s enjoyin’ your cock. So do the same. Moan for her. Show her how delicious her little pussy is. It’ll drive her crazy.”

While he’s talking, your mind is drawing these images he’s putting in your head, but it’s not Jack’s cock you’re picturing, it’s his father’s. Thick and long, oozing precum for you to lick off, his heavy balls tickling your chin, then resting on your tongue. Ahhhhhh, how much you want to give him head!!

“Can I kiss ‘er?” Joel’s question makes you wake up and flinch. You look at him quizzically.

“Your pussy, sweetheart. Can I give her some kisses?”

Oh! You start bobbing your head like a Funko pop toy.

A gasp falls from your lips when Mr Miller leans down and presses his plush lips to your soaked panties. With your mouth agape you’re watching your boyfriend’s dad pepper kisses over your lace-clad pussy, your oversensitive clit, sending electricity to your core.

“Mr..Millerrrrr,” you mewl and moan when Joel darts his tongue out and licks you over the fabric.

“Hmm?” He doesn’t stop, his eyes closed, his lashes flickering over his rosy cheekbones, his lips moving with determination.

You stutter, “Shhh— should I take my panties off?”

“Jus’ a second.” The older man peers up at you, a mischievous glint flashing in his blown out eyes, and sucks in your wetness through your panties. Shittttttt

He smacks his lips savoring the taste of you and groaning as you’re shaking under his big hands and hot mouth, desperately wanting your underwear gone. You need his tongue on your unclothed bare naked pussy NOW!! or you’ll die, so you break into pleading,

“Mr Miller, please, let me take my panties off. I want… we need Jack to see better, yeah?”

Joel stops and lifts his head.

“Right.” His face is serious as if he really bought your bullshit argument but then he winks at you.

Joel hooks his thumbs under your panties and you, thanking all the gods, lift your hips so he could slowly, too fucking slowly, guide them over your ass. He slides the wet garment down your legs, takes them off and lovingly puts them on the bed by your naked butt.

“Now may I help you… so Jack could see everything, yes, darlin’?”

You nod with a smile and Joel glides his calloused palms over your inner thighs, spreading your legs as wide as they would go. Your bent leg is resting on the bed now, and he helps you to put the other one on his broad shoulder. Your pussy blooms for him, cold air licks at your exposed wet clit and leaking hole. You shiver as both men are staring at your pussy — Mr Miller’s gaze full of hunger, Jack’s — full of terror.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this. Again,” your boyfriend mumbles and your heart stops for a second. What if Mr Miller pities his son and takes a u-turn away from your needy pussy?

To your immense relief, Joel rolls his eyes at his son.

“Your woman wants you to learn, Jack. Don’t be a sourpuss and watch how to treat this pussy right. Do you have a good view?” He adds, glancing at the younger man.

You can hear Jack grinding his teeth, see him gripping the armrests of his gaming chair, but the access to your ass is on the line for him so he swallows his complaints and grumbles,

“The best.”

Mr Miller nods and his eyes return to your pussy, served to him nice and hot. Or rather wet and throbbing. He groans at the sight.

A part of you wants to cover your pathetically needy cunt but it’s a tiny and silly part. You can easily ignore it while the rest of you is screaming for an opportunity to be eye-fucked like this.

“Beautiful,” Mr Miller says to your cunt and lifts his eyes to show you his sincerity. “May I touch her, sweetie?”

‘Of course’ falls from your lips the next second. Joel doesn’t make you wait. One of his hands slithers from your inner thigh to your center. He makes a V with his middle and index finger and rubs your puffy labia. He takes a sharp breath while you’re panting like a dog.

“Oh, baby,” Joel coos, his puppy eyes trained on your pussy, his fingers moving up and down, making your engorged lips stretch. “Look how swollen and wet she is. Been playin’ with you for too long?”

You hastily shake your head, hating to worry him. “No, Mr Miller. I’m just … too excited.”

The man’s face lights up, wrinkles appearing in the corners of his eyes.

“Would hate to hurt you, darlin’. I get carried away sometimes. I’ll kiss it better.”

Quick on his promise, Joel leans down and plants an open mouth kiss to your naked pussy lip and then the other.

Fuck.

Me.

Senseless.

Your hole is clenching like crazy, your breathing hitches, your mind short circuits. You grip the bed quilt so hard you’re afraid you’ll rip holes in it. Unaware of your devastation Mr Miller talks to Jack in between kisses.

“Be gentle and take it slow.” Kiss. “She senses it..-“ Kiss. “-when you do it just to get..” Kiss. “— head in return.” Kiss.

He parts from you and cocks his head, observing your cunt like it’s a piece of art while licking your slick off his lips.

“I never understood men like that. I can spend hours here.”

Yes, pleaseeee! Your pussy screams and your core is aflame while Mr Miller’s looking at your heat with a loving gaze.

You’re beaming at Joel who gives you another kiss but when you accidentally glance at Jack, your smile falls. He’s boring his narrowed eyes at you. Will he ever get over it?? If he were a sex god like his dad you wouldn’t be here now! Though you don’t regret anything. You’re definitely where you want to be.

Meanwhile Joel’s lips travel away from your needy pussy and he begins kissing your inner thighs, nibbling on your skin there slightly, tickling you with his facial hair until you giggle.

“Her laugh is so damn cute,” he mutters to Jack who doesn’t seem in the mood to coo at you right now.

“Can we get to the point?”

Joel parts from your thighs and lets out a deep sigh.

He talks with a calm yet disappointing tone as if practicing gentle parenting with a naughty toddler.

“S’exactly what I was talkin’ about. You rush it and she fears that you don’t like it. She starts overthinkin’ and can’t come. And you’re still sure it’s not your fault?”

Jack opens his mouth but finds zero argument in his defence and shuts up.

You buck your hips with a smirk, waiting for Mr Miller to continue the lesson.

And he does. He kisses your thighs again and soon his plush lips return to your pussy. He lightly squeezes your thighs with his big hands and asks you,

“Do you mind if I lick your little hole now?”

You almost choke on your drool before speaking, “You can do whatever you want, Mr Miller. Seriously. I trust you.”

Your voice is so wanton it’s almost obscene how little fucks you give that your boyfriend is sitting an arm length away from you while his dad is about to stick his tongue up your pussy.

“S’nice to hear,” Joel says, flashing you a charming smile. “Thank you, baby.”

He brings his hands to your cunt and, using his thumbs, carefully parts your folds revealing your puffy clit and crying hole.

“Holy hell look at this, Jack,” he groans. One of the perks of makin’ her come before eatin’ is now I get to have more.”

Joel runs his thumb over your entrance that’s generously leaking clear juices.

“See?” He lifts his hand and shows Jack his glistening finger. Before your slick runs down and lands on the bed Joel quickly pops the digit into his mouth and hums, sucking on it.

“Delicious,” he winks at you and you might as well die of lust.

“Can I have it all, sweetie? I promise to be gentle.”

“Please.”

You whimper when Mr Miller sticks his wide tongue out, and keeping you folds spread with his thumbs, licks a fat stripe over your clenching hole.

“She’s so soft here. Like a flower. Remember to be careful.”

Joel’s voice is strained and you wonder how hard he’s in his sweatpants. He’s lying on his cock and you hate for him to be hurting. Maybe you can offer him to pull his dick out? It’ll probably be more comfortable. But then your eyes dart to Jack who watches his father lick his girlfriend’s pussy, his hand clasped over his mouth. The scene is obviously too much for him already so his dad’s naked boner would definitely make it worse.

Joel is slurping up all the wetness he can gather, groaning loudly, his hot mouth wide open. You throw your head back in pleasure as he keeps licking you. Lap lap lap. Slurp slurp slurp.

He cleans up your folds thoroughly, visibly enjoying the process. The sounds he’s making, his mouth kissing you, his tongue dancing over your lips but barely brushing your clit is enough for you to come but he drags your pleasure out and touches your bundle of nerves only in passing.

You don’t know how much he spends licking and kissing your folds and entrance like that but you’d hate him to stop. You’re moaning and whimpering, dancing on the precipice of ecstasy with every swipe of his tongue.

“When she’s close,” Joel says to your boyfriend through the fog in your turned-on mind, “you can tongue-fuck her hole. If she wants, of course. Do you, baby? May I lick inside you?”

You lift your head and give him a drunk sounding ‘yeah’. Joel chuckles.

“Yes, I figured you’d want it. You enjoyed it when I rimmed your asshole, didn’t you?”

A needy moan is the only response you can give.

“Yeah, sweetheart. I know you love gettin’ your holes filled with tongue.” Joel’s dark gaze is full of lust as he winks at you.

“You’re so good at it,” you gush at him, bringing a proud smile to his face.

“‘S because you’re sweet all over.”

You smile at Mr Miller and your lips part with a gasp when he brushes your tight butthole with his thumb. Your muscles tense up, the extra stimulation sending you into a frenzy.

“Don’t worry, baby. Your ass is safe today,” he chuckles. “Gonna focus on this delicious pussy,” he coos, kissing your mound.

You nod but your body craves Joel in your every hole now. You’d give your butt to him any day.

“Bend your legs and hold them under your knees for me, will you? Yeah like that,” He says softly and you press your knees to your chest, exposing both your holes to your boyfriend and his dad, just like you did during the previous ‘lesson’.

Mr Miller's face inches from your asshole, he groans and glances up at you.

“Maybe jus’ a kiss?”

You nod, aroused to the maximum. Joel places his big hands under your asscheeks and lifts your hips, bringing your butt closer. He leans down and leaves a soft wet kiss on your butthole that clenches gingerly at the touch of her first man.

Mr Miller parts from your crack, breathing heavily, the act is doing something wild to him, and without asking he goes for another kiss, a third, a fourth, his fingers digging into your ass. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your whimpers fill the room as your boyfriend’s dad is making out with your asshole.

“This ain’t her pussy,” Jack spits, stopping Mr Miller, who parts from your tight ring, looking drunk.

“Yeah, sorry, son. Got carried away,” the older man croaks and you wish Jack bit his tongue off and swallowed it. Fucker!

Joel adjusts his poor boner squished against the bed and then asks Jack.

“You know where her g-spot is?”

“Yeah.”

Jack answers so fast and sounds so sure you want to laugh in his face. He wouldn’t find it with a damn flashlight but look at him, lying to his dad like that. Joel clocks the disbelief on your face.

“Just to be sure..,” he says after giving you a wink. “It's a couple inches from the hole, you don’t need to go far and you might reach it with your fingers or even your tongue.”

Jack doesn’t say anything so Joel spreads your pussy lips again.

“Gonna push my tongue inside you now.” You breathe out an uh-huh and Joel turns to Jack.

“If you’ve done a good job, you won’t need to open her up, her hole will swallow your tongue or fingers right up.”

‘My hole can swallow you to the elbow’, you think, staring at the hot older man. Joel darts his wide tongue out and slowly pushes it into your entrance. Your pussy hungrily sucks it in, desperate to be filled, and Joel moans, when your walls clench around his hot muscle.

He flutters his eyes shut in pleasure and begins tongue-fucking you. Your juices are flowing right into his mouth, your loud moans are mixing with his like a depraved symphony, interrupted by annoying huffing and puffing of your jealous boyfriend. To hell with him! You’re in heaven!

“Look at this waterfall,” Joel pants, parting from your pussy to watch your hole clench and cry for him.

“Yeah, hope she won’t get dehydrated,” Jack grunts, side-eyeing your cunt that has never been that wet for him.

Joel ignores his son’s displeasure.

“Tongue fucking is fun but we also need to give attention to this little jewel here.” He places his thumb on your mound and lifts the hood, making your clit pop.

“This cute button is a powerhouse of her pleasure.” Joel grazes it with his thumb, drawing a whine out of you. “Make it your best friend and she’ll be the happiest girl.”

Joel’s talking to his son but his obsidian eyes are on yours.

“Now I’m gonna kiss ‘er clit. Gently, with a little suction. I won't stop until it’s big and throbbin’. Until she begs me to make her come.”

He lightly pinches your bud with his thumb and index finger and you mewl.

“Will you be a good girl and beg for it?” he smirks.

You have no idea how your mushy brain can produce a naughty answer but it does.

“We’ll see.”

Joel cocks his brow and his face darkens. You’ve been such a good student for him but the fire in his eyes tells you he’s enjoying the brat in you as well.

He smirks at you and without a heads up spits right on your clit.

“Ahhhh,” a pathetic whine escapes your lips, your eyes widen, your core aches so much it hurts, Jack curses under his breath.

“Oh we’ll see,” Joel smiles, enjoying your reaction. His warm saliva trickles down to your clenching hole that immediately swallows it up.

“Make it wet,” Joel says to Jack and, staring right at you, spits on your bud again. It hits you so perfectly you almost come.

Your hand cups your clothed tit and you begin kneading it, absentmindedly, your eyes locked with Joel’s.

“Pull your shirt up, sweetie. Play with them,” he says softly, staring at your breasts. “No need to be shy.”

You glance at Jack and lift your top over your chest, exposing your hardened nipples.

“Yeah, like that.” Joel’s blown out eyes are focused on your tits now, he’s licking his lips. “Now can I ask you for a favor, darlin’?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Twitch your nipples with one hand and the other… give it to me.”

You do what he says and his warm hand wraps around yours. He brings it to your pussy and shows what to do.

“Keep her open like this for me, please… need your clit ready for my mouth.”

You press your fingers to your pussy and pull up, exposing your clit. It twitches in anticipation.

“Yeahhh, baby, perfect.”

Joel kisses your throbbing clit, applying suction to it, his lips so soft, caresses so gentle you buck your hips, searching for more pressure, for harder stimulation. Joel tuts,

“Needy little thing.”

He glides his palms over your thighs and smooches your clit again, laps at it, sucks it between his plush lips, slurping loudly.

“Show ‘er…,” he begrudgingly parts from your pussy to teach Jack. “Show how much you love eatin’ ‘er.” He growls and the vibrations he’s created radiate through your core, all over your body.

“Swirl your tongue over her clit, like this.”

He sticks his tongue out and draws tight circles around your bud, making your whine.

Shittttttt!!

“Or flick it left and right— like this.” He shows how to do it. “Or jus’ lick it like the most delicious ice cream.” Mr Miller starts lapping at your clit, he laps and laps, dragging his wet hot tongue over your most sensitive spot and your thighs start shaking, tears appear on your lashes, that’s how amazing he’s making you feel.

Ahhhhhhh!

“Hurts?” Joel pants, lifting his head, his gaze concerned, and you choke on your words, watching him through your watery eyes.

“No-no— keep going— so good.”

Joel smiles and turns to Jack.

“She’s close. Let’s bring it home.”

You don’t look at Jack, don’t hear him, by now he’s blurred into the background. The only man you see is Joel, splayed on the bed, hair disheveled, his beard, moustache and lips soaked with your juices, his hands gripping your shaky thighs, helping to keep you open for him. He looks drunk on your pussy.

“Mr Miller,” you say, barely recognising your own needy voice. “Can I— may I —- ahh—put my hand — in your hair.”

Joel flashes you a smile and croaks,

“‘Course, sweetheart. Tug if I’m doin’ a good job, ok?”

You cry out when your boyfriend’s dad pushes his long fat tongue into your hole. Deep. He curves it and licks over your soft spot, injecting so many endorphins into your veins, your head spins and core tightens. He pulls out and slowly drags his wide tongue up, up, up, over your entrance, between your folds and to your clit. He sucks on it gently, before his tongue snakes down to fuck into your hole again. You rake his salt and pepper curls with your fingers and then pull at a particular deep tongue thrust.

Mr Miller groans and the vibrations make your thighs tense, your pussy clamping on his tongue.

“Please…,” you mewl.

“What’s that, baby?” Joel mumbles into your hole. “Tell me.”

“I— keep fuckin’ me— with your tongue— Please, sir.”

Joel almost roars right into your hole like an animal.

“Come for me,” he orders and pushes his tongue into your gaping hole.

He’s curving it against your g-spot, slurping down your slick, moaning and groaning into the mouth of your pussy and you can’t hold your climax off any longer.

You scream like a madwoman and start shaking against his bed, coming hard, rolling your hips and fucking yourself on Joel’s tongue. His prominent nose is bumping into your clit and you moan ‘Joellllll’, while your walls are squeezing his tongue, your hands clasping his locks mercilessly. You’re using him to penetrate yourself deeper, rub your clit harder, prolong your orgasm more, more, more. You’re thrashing and moaning until your arms and legs fall on the bed limply and you’re breathing fast with your eyes closed, your heart pounding in your ears. You’re completely spent.

Mr Miller’s voice makes your eyes flutter open. It takes you a few seconds to register that he’s talking to you.

“You’re ok, sweetie?” He’s sitting on the bed next to you now. You can’t speak, too inebriated, too euphoric, floating in the river of afterglow so you give him a nod and a weak smile.

Jack is saying something too but you don’t listen. You close your eyes again and let yourself rest.

A few minutes pass (or so you think) until you hear Joel speak over you.

“She ever squirted with you?”

“Mm, not sure.”

“No then. You’d definitely know.”

“Whatever.”

“I haven’t,” you croak and clear your throat, your eyes open. “With anyone. I doubt I can do it.”

Joel takes your hand that’s resting on your still heaving belly and leans down to you.

“I’m sure you can, darlin’,” he coos. “Wanna try or you’re too worn out?”

Even being tired and doubting your ability to squirt, you hate to leave Mr Miller and go to Jack’s room so you agree.

Joel beams at you but your boyfriend isn’t as happy.

“Dude! You lost your mind? You look barely alive!”

You roll your eyes.

“Don’t dude me, Jack! I’m fine. I wanna see if I can do it!”

“Ugh!” Jack crosses his arms and falls back into his cuck chair.

Joel’s jaw shifts as he watches his son for a few moments, then he looks at you.

“So… two lessons for the price of one, huh?” He jokes and you giggle. “I can make you come again, but …”

“What?”

Joel looks down at your pussy.

“You might be overstimulated right now. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

You spread your legs and follow his gaze to your puffy lips and clit.

“Mmm, don’t know. Can you check?” You purr, glancing up innocently at Joel.

The air between you two is hot again, your core filling with sticky desire.

“Sure thing, baby.”

Joel brushes your clit with his calloused thumb and you jolt. He pulls his hand back.

“See.” Joel shakes his head but your core aches for your boyfriend’s dad with a renewed force.

“It’s ok. Touch me some more. I’ll be fine.”

“Brave girl,” he chuckles and returns his fingers to your heat. He begins swirling your clit, his movements feather-light and slow.

You hiss at the dull pain that soon morphs into pleasure and your eyes roll back as Joel caresses your slicked up clit.

“Jack,” he calls his son and starts explaining to him how to make you squirt. Something about fingers and pressure. You can’t grasp his words for the life of you. All you can do is moan, your back arched off the bed while Joel’s thumb massages your clit.

“Baby,” Joel coos and you reply with a needy moan. “I’m gonna insert two fingers inside you, ok?”

You bob your head and lift yourself on your elbows so you could watch Joel’s thick digits slide into your hole.

“Yeah, you better watch. It’s a sight,” Mr Miller smiles at you, pumping his fingers in and out of your entrance.

“I’ll let you get used to the girth,” he says, finger-fucking your stretching hole.

His thumb is still on your clit, rubbing it up and down, and you bite your lip, another orgasm building fast.

“Now you’re gonna feel pressure,” he warns you and the next second you gasp, “Oh my God!”

Joel bends down and searches for your eyes.

“You good, baby? It might be a lot.”

“Please, go on. I… never felt anything like this.”

“If it’s too much, tell me immediately. I’ll stop, k?”

“Yeah.”

Joel smiles and pulls his bushy brows in concentration.

“Let’s make you squirt, sweetie.”

Your mouth is open, your eyes half-lidded as you’re watching Joel work on your pussy. His warm palm is splayed on your lower belly, skillful thumb strumming your clit, bringing you closer to your climax. Fingers of his other hand are deep inside you, making your core tighten, pushing up, up, up into your bladder.

“Oh-fuck-fuck-fuck,” you whimper, gripping Joel’s hairy forearm in panic. His muscles are bulging, steel under your fingers.

Joel’s forehead is wet, he asks through heavy breaths.

“Want me to stop?”

You’re staring into his black eyes, panting and trembling, overwhelmed with the sensations he’s bestowing on you, but you shake your head.

“No— keep going.”

And he does.

His fingers push and push, the pressure growing unbearable and you squeeze your eyes shut with a loud whimper.

“Let it go, sweetie. Trust me. It’ll feel so good. C’mon, beautiful.”

You hear Joel and the dam breaks. With Joel’s fingers pushing deep inside you, clear liquid starts spraying out of you, covering his forearm, your thighs, his bed. Joel grunts triumphantly, you cry out in surprise, Jack rolls back in his chair like a scared little bitch but you don’t care. Your squirting pussy is squelching loudly and you’re embarrassed for a second but soon the feeling is swept by the immense pleasure as you come with a shameless moan.

“Here we go,” Joel groans and keeps hitting your clit with the heel of his hand, his fingers flooded inside you. “Attagirl.”

When overstimulation hits you again, you gently push his soaked hand away. You’re a sight— cheeks wet with tears, thighs and pussy glistening and dripping.

“Woah,” Jack comments, gawking at his dad’s ‘work’.

You clumsily sit up on the wet bed and take in the mess — the soaked quilt under your ass and in front of your pussy, Joel’s forearm wet with you. Your cheeks and neck start burning.

“My god, Mr Miller, what have I done?” you whisper, panicking.

“Shhh, none of that, sweetie,” Joel pants like he’s just run a marathon and well, he’s given you so much pleasure it’s understandable.

“Go get ‘er a towel, Jack,” he commands. You don’t notice your boyfriend leave the room, your widened eyes still set on the big wet spot on the quilt, your hands clasped over your mouth.

“I’m sorry, Mr Miller,” you sob, emotions overwhelming you as you look at the man through tears of embarrassment.

“Jesus, darlin’, C’mere.” He scoops you and pulls you closer. You immediately nuzzle his broad chest, cuddling up to him and sniffling quietly in his embrace, enveloped by a cloud of his manly scent.

“Don’t you worry, sweetie. You did wonderful. So proud of you.”

“I’ll do your laundry, I promise.”

Joel squeezes you with his strong arms.

“Hell no, I’ll do it. I made a mess myself,” he chuckles and you pull back to see what he’s talking about. Only now you notice a dark stain on his grey sweatpants. Right over his crotch.

“Mr Miller,” you mumble, your eyes darting between his face and his wet bulge. “You..”

Joel squirms on the bed, scratching his scruffy cheek.

“Yeah.. embarrassin’. But when you came on my tongue…. You were…it was so hot. I couldn’t stop myself.”

Your lips spread into a grin— this big hot sex god busting a nut in his pants while eating you feels like a giant compliment.

You stare giddily at the cum spot, your tears dried up already. A naughty thought pops into your mind and feeling ballsy you purr,

“I wish I could help you clean this up.” You peer up at him, suggestively licking your lips. Joel takes a sharp breath, his gaze moving from your eyes to your mouth, until he whispers,

“You’d do that for the old man? ‘Fraid my cock’s covered in my load, too.”

Your heart’s almost jumping out of your chest, your eyes locked when you mutter,

“Why don’t you fuck it into me then?”

Mr Miller sighs like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard. He leans in, his hot breath fanning your lips, as he says,

“I want it so fuckin’ much, sweetie, you have no idea.”

You place your palm on his thick thigh and admit,

“I want it, too.”

Joel looks at your hand and then into your eyes. The next three words that fall from his lips make your throat tighten — “You are Jack’s.”

“What if I weren’t?” You’re not sure Mr Miller hears your question because he suddenly moves away from you, creating distance between you two.

“Couldn’t find a clean one,” Jack grunts, stomping into the room. He passes Joel and comes up to you, side-eyeing the big wet stain on the bed. When he gives you the towel you take it with shaky hands and fallen face.

“You ok?” Mr Miller asks while you’re drying your thighs. Not looking at him, you lie, “Yeah.”

In truth, you want to curl into a ball and cry. You want to stay, want him next to you, on top of you, inside you…

“Let’s go to my room. Thanks again, dad,” Jack throws to his father. Your boyfriend grabs your panties and shorts, and with the towel wrapped around your hips like a skirt, you follow him as he leads you to the door by the hand.

Before leaving you glance back and meet Joel’s eyes. They are pensive and sad.

Do we want a part 3 or …? 👀 Tell me your thoughts plssss loves!

Thank you for reading! Please, leave a comment and reblog if you enjoyed the story💞

Pt 1 Let Me Teach You || MASTERLIST

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Jesus fucking christ. lol, poor Jack 😂😂😂oh wow. Joel Miller. What a man. This is so fucking hot and funny. I love Reader’s internal dialogue, lmao!!! And Joel getting lost in the sauce and wanting to do anal. 😭🙏😭😭🙏🙏 God bless fanfiction. God bless you for writing this. 🫡🫡🫡🫡

[aurorawritestoescape]

Reader’s thoughts are just my thoughts at this point lol I need that man!!!!😩😩😩 Thank you for reading, friend🫂🫂 I appreciate your kind comments very much!!🥹♥️♥️♥️

[everyday-cutephoto]

[toshio]

[koshkamartell]

Although I have completed this work, I have decided to rewrite some of the chapters and add some more to the story.

This is a dark fic set in Jackson. Please heed the warnings before reading.

series summary: your relationship with Joel Miller was a secret, one in which he would break you over and over. Tired of mistreatment you leave. But what happens when Joel cannot handle losing the control he has over you? And what happens when another man catches your attention?

warnings: dom/sub dynamics, physical abuse, emotional abuse, coercion, dubcon, noncon, assault, manipulation, allusions to eating disorders, episodes of depression, descriptions of nightmares, characters with PTSD, descriptions of violence, oral sex, anal, unspecified age gap, daddy kink.

Masterlist:

Chapter 1 - Breaking Away

Chapter 2 - Owned

Chapter 3 - Don't Forget Me

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

I don't think people who come from wattpad after the purge and now want ao3 to have its own official app understand that one of the main reasons behind the recent wattpad purge that drove them to ao3 was due to pressure from appstore demanding wattpad to be more strict and follow appstore's policy. wattpad complied in order for its app to be able to remain on appstore. thus the wattpad purge.

ao3 doesn't have an app because for it to have an app, appstore will have to approve it first. and if, hypothetically, ao3 needs appstore to approve it, it will also have to abide by appstore's pro-censorship stance and start banning dark and taboo fics, which is against its own core principle of being completely against censorship.

ao3 doesn't need an app. it works more than fine without an app. the reason ao3 can allow dark and taboo fics, the reason it can allow the most disgusting and shockingly vile fics, and be completely against censorship is because it doesn't need appstore's approval. it stands on its own as a non-profit organization with functioning site and a team of lawyers protecting its platform, its users, and every single fanwork on its platform.

everybody say thank you ao3

here's the list of things you need to know about ao3 if you're new to the platform

[angelofsmalldeath-codeine]

If you are bringing your puritan bullshit and book burning mentality and censorship with you just don’t. Find somewhere else to go.

The archive was created because of motherfuckers like you who wanted to censor everything. You bitches can’t see an open door without walking through it to trash the fucking room

[depsidase]

[octobersociety-deactivated20241]

[stalker-among-the-stars]

There is another way

[saintofpride201]

By the Nine, keep your whore mouth shut

[lierdumoa]

Pretty sure the other way involves keeping your whore mouth open

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[the-big-mood]

[fuckrozanov]

the worst writing crime you can ever commit in my opinion is watering down the dirty talk because you’re self-conscious that it sounds like it’s from a bad porno…..i cannot stress this enough……leave it alone. the moment you tell yourself he would not fucking say that you’re doomed. people will say almost anything if their dick is hard enough

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PEDRO PASCAL San Diego Comic Con 2026 | ph. Jimmie Fletes

[time-for-my-weekly-spanking]

Wanna Bet? - Jackson!Joel x f!reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI Summary: Joel is the love you always craved for, your perfect half. Patricia, a Jackson resident, tests your patience by flirting with him at every opportunity. Annoyed by the fact that Joel doesn't even seem to notice what she's doing, you decide to make a little bet with your man... Tags/warnings: smut, established relationship, jealousy, soft dom!Joel but also sweet!Joel, bet with an interesting reward 😏, mention of wearing a condom, unprotected p in v, oral, cum eating, masturbation (reader puts up a little show heheh), nipple play (of course), teasing, pet names, outdoor sex, risk of getting caught, overstimulation, pussy pronouns, one very public kiss (sorry not sorry, Patricia 🤭), discussion of free use, a lot of feelings, mention of reader’s past (very briefly, failed marriage + bad mom), she’s been hurt and therefore she’s a little insecure, reader is not described besides having pussy and breasts, hair long enough to be held and wearing some makeup, age not specified but reader is younger than Joel, you can decide what legal age gap you want at your discretion, she could still have children. A/N: based on this amazing request that @missadangel sent me for my birthday event! Thank you so much, love, I had so much fun writing this 🥰 I really hope you like it! Huge thanks to @aurorawritestoescape for reading this over and helping me fixing my mess, you’re the best, ILY ♥️ English is not my first language, any mistakes is still on me! Thanks so much to anyone who reads this, comments and reblogs are always appreciated.

dividers by @/strangergraphics

DRABBLE FOR V’S BIRTHDAY MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST | JOEL MILLER MASTERLIST

“Sweetheart, come on, she’s just being nice,” Joel laughs.

You know better, though. Patricia is not just being nice.

She’s been very much hitting on Joel since the first day she arrived in Jackson.

Always asking him for some repairs, checking him out all the way across the Tipsy Bison or the dining hall, smiling and touching his bicep every time she speaks to him, laughing at his every joke.

It’s so obvious you’re surprised to say the least that Joel has never realized how much Patricia is into him.

He’s totally clueless even after what she’s just done.

She came over, bringing him a whiskey, leaned over the table to show off her cleavage, all flirty and coy, saying it was “to thank you for the hard work”. She barely acknowledged you, while you were sitting right in front of him, only giving you a nod and a fake smile.

Ugh, you hate Patricia.

Of course, you trust Joel with all your heart, he never gave you any reason to think badly of him.

Joel is like a faithful dog, the most reliable and loving person you’ve ever met, he would do anything to see you happy.

But damn, Patricia is really testing your patience and your ability to think straight.

Every time she’s in your peripheral vision, you feel your blood pressure rising and your hands itching with the need to slap her.

You’re generally a very calm, peaceful person and you’ve behaved like you don’t care but enough is enough. The way she always acts around Joel, being all coy and sweet, is so annoying you don't know how much longer you can remain calm.

You look at Joel sitting there without a single ounce of worry, his deep brown eyes softly staring at you, a little amused smile on his lips, and you scoff, “Yeah, of course, keep on thinking that…”

Joel takes your hand over the table and squeezes it in his huge, meaty palm, reassuring you, “Darling, you know I’m not interested, right? So why are you bothered? Forget about her, I’m with you. There’s no other person I’d rather be with.”

His thick thumb runs gently over the back of your hand, soothing you, making your heart warm.

He’s amazing, and he’s done nothing wrong.

It’s just you and your silly brain.

Gnawing jealousy doesn’t leave you, though. It keeps fogging your mind as you think of the way Patricia dares to put her hands on your man anytime she can.

“It’s just the fact that you don’t see that, I mean…she couldn’t be throwing herself at you any harder!” you whine.

“Aw, jealous bunny…” he coos, his lips softly curved into that crooked smile that always makes your knees buckle.

“I’m not jealous…” you try to say, but he chuckles, “Oh yes, you are. Which is cute…but I’m still pretty sure she’s not into me. It’s just her personality, you know. She’s like that with Tommy as well.”

“Yeah, she would love to fuck him too,” you spit out and his jaw drops.

“Baby…” he starts, but a thought suddenly runs through your mind, and you smirk, interrupting him, “Wanna bet?”

“What?” Eyebrows raised, he looks at you puzzled.

“Yeah, let’s bet. Go over there and ask her out.”

Patricia is sitting at the counter, sipping her drink, casually shooting very lustful looks at Joel, biting her lower lip.

“I would never do that!” He protests.

“You’re scared to lose, aren’t you?” You tease him, happy to have finally found a safe method to open his eyes.

“‘M not scared, it’s ridiculous. Honey, we don’t need to do that.”

He tries to put some reason back into you, but to no avail.

“Joel…” you purr with that tone of yours you know always works on him, “you’ll win something if she says no,” batting your eyelashes for good measure.

Joel immediately takes the bait, “mmm, and what will my reward be?” both arms stretched out on the table as if he couldn't stand having it between you.

The bet doesn't seem appealing to Joel but the prize on the other hand seems to interest him.

“If I’m wrong…which I’m not, by the way, I’ll give you head every night, for a month straight.”

His crooked smile makes its appearance again. “This doesn’t sound like a loss…you love to do that.”

It’s true, you love to suck him dry. Even deepthroating him.

Your boyfriend has the nicest cock you’ve ever laid your eyes on and never fails to make you hungry and needy.

You snort, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Ok, so…is free use an adequate reward for you?”

Joel stays silent for a moment, processing what you just said, before asking, “Is that what I think it is?”

You smile, nodding “Yes…whenever you want, wherever you want…as many times as you want.”

His gaze lights up at the realization, a satisfied expression spreads across his face as he replies “Now we’re talking.”

This isn’t a punishment to either of you. Only the thought of him using you whenever he pleases makes your pussy throb.

You’re almost on the verge of backtracking on your bet.

Who cares about Patricia when this hunk of a man is all yours?

You should call it a day and move on.

You don’t, though, and add,

“But if she says yes…you’re going to wear a condom tonight, sir.”

His smirk immediately disappears.

“Aw, damn…it’s not fair, you know how much I hate that.”

Oh yes, you know it very well. And you never want him to wear one, actually, you love to fuck him raw, feeling every throbbing vein rubbing against your walls, his thick shaft hitting your special spot and making you as wet as a damn lake.

You love the intimacy of it all, flesh against flesh, a beautiful merging of your bodies and souls.

You also love feeling his cum deep inside of you.

You haven't talked about it in depth yet and many years ago a doctor told you that it would be difficult for you to have one but you would love to have Joel’s child. He’s already the best uncle, Benji absolutely adores him and you know how much he loves Ellie, like she was his own daughter. He would be the best dad, for sure.

“Yes, I’m aware of that, Joel. That shouldn't worry you since you're so sure she doesn't like you,” you quip. “So what are you waiting for? Go there and win your prize.”

He reluctantly gets up, sighing, and walks over the counter where Patricia is sitting.

You can read how much he doesn’t want to do that all over his body.

His shoulders tense, his steps comically slow, he’s walking like a man sentenced to jail time.

You watch the scene from the table, sipping your drink, ready to be entertained.

Joel scratches his beard while he’s talking, like he always does when he’s nervous. Patricia giggles like a teenager with her first crush, her eyes basically devouring Joel’s lips.

Ugh, you almost walk over there to tell her to stop hitting on your man.

You see Joel blushing, head tilted to the side, big paw on his neck, you can’t hear a single word but you’re pretty sure he’s asking her out.

Patricia’s face lights up like she saw a miracle happening right before her eyes; she almost falls from her stool in surprise.

Her lips are rapidly moving; she’s 100% saying yes to him.

Joel freezes, his ears red and his lower lip trembles slightly.

He doesn't know what to say, he's completely taken aback.

Yet you warned him, you knew it would happen.

Something begins to grow inside you, something you hadn't expected. The unfounded and foolish fear that he'll accept and Patricia will take him away from you. For a moment, the image of the two of them walking through the streets of Jackson flashes before your eyes, her breasts pressed against his arm, his rapt, dreamy eyes looking at her the way he's been looking at you.

And what would you do if that happened? Why did you make this stupid bet? What if you lost Joel forever? You could have spoken to Patricia privately, told it straight to her face that Joel is yours, yours alone, told her to find someone else to swoon over. But no, first you tried to act superior, and then you got into this stupid game with the person you loved most in the world. What an idiot.

It’s irrational and unmotivated, but terror rises from the walls of your stomach, all the way to your throat, knotting there, making you want to cry.

“Please, please, please don't say yes,” the voice in your head screams like an echo.

Joel takes a step back and responds, his face serious as he speaks, his body rigid. You think you see disappointment on his face, even disapproval; you just hope you know your man as well as you think.

He comes back a couple of minutes later, which to you seemed like an eternity.

He sits back down and stares at you silently.

“Well?” Your voice is shaking more than you'd like, the smirk you were sporting earlier has completely disappeared from your face.

Joel rolls his eyes, admitting, “You were right, dammit. She said yes.”

You're stunned for a moment, unable to shake the thought that maybe he might prefer Patricia to you. After all, you have to admit she's pretty, her tits are big enough to turn heads, she has a nice ass, nice hair, beautiful eyes.

You'd imagined you'd laugh, yelling at Joel, "I told you so," with enormous satisfaction, but now you're not in the mood for joking around.

“I told her that was a stupid bet between me and you.”

You think you’re dreaming.

“What?” You utter.

“Of course! I couldn't lie. I made sure she understood that I was crazy about my woman and could never cheat on her.”

His voice raises a little when he says he’s crazy about you and your heart instantly flutters.

You feel your face on fire, relief flooding through you.

Joel is so damn serious, his eyes fixed on you, glowing with love.

“I wouldn’t want her in a million years, is that clear?”

“Yeah,” you softly reply, feeling your heart drumming behind your ribcage.

THANK GOD.

“You think we’re done with this bet? Can we forget about this?”

You nod, feeling the need to hug and kiss him growing stronger in your chest, a loving warmth that is spreading from your tummy.

You get up from your chair and sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. You no longer care about people around you, the indistinct chatter, the clinking of glasses, and even less about Patricia, who is still staring at you with a clearly disappointed expression on her face.

Joel drapes his arm around your waist, pulling you close and kissing you right there in front of everyone. He'd never done it so openly before; Joel is reserved and very protective of his private moments, he doesn’t like people gossiping about him or prying into his life. But now, he doesn’t care. His tongue gently pushes between your lips, silently begging for entrance. He grunts when your mouth opens and his tongue meets yours.

Your hand tightens on the back of his neck, while the other curls into a fist on his shirt.

Your breath runs short and your panties get wet.

All your stupid fears are so far away from you now.

You love him so much the sole idea of him getting with someone else is the most terrifying thing you could think of and as much as you know he would never do that sometimes your insecurities win and creep down on you badly. It’s a tough job to keep your self-esteem up, especially when your ex-husband left you and your mum was not exactly the most loving.

When he pulls away from you, rasping “let’s go home” you can only nod.

You can feel every person in the room looking at you, and you don’t give a fuck.

Walking home, holding Joel's hand tightly in yours, he asks you, "Do you still want me to wear a condom?"

You weren't even thinking about it anymore, honestly, and you didn't care anymore that you won the stupid bet.

“No,” you reply, a soft smile playing on your lips.

“Good,” he leans over you, whispering in your ear “Can’t wait to fuck your little pussy raw.”

Your cheeks heat up and a shiver of pleasure runs down your spine.

He’s a man of action and you know that. Joel is the type of guy who proves his love building stuff for you, fixing stuff for you, using gestures and caresses instead of words. He talks very little but you’re pretty sure he was very clear with Patricia because he never says anything he doesn’t mean when he speaks to you.

Feeling his warmth right into your palm spreading around in your whole body along with his filthy mouth is just a little too much now.

And apparently it's the same for him.

He pulls you towards the back of a house under construction, and he reaches the wall in the dim light.

You don’t resist, only squeal, "What are you doing?" but you follow him. Of course you do.

He pushes you against the wall, facing you.

"I can't wait," he whispers, his voice low, filled with desire.

"Our house is just around the corner," you object, searching for his horny eyes, lingering on his lips curved into a smirk. "Can't you wait another five minutes?"

"No. I can't," he replies firmly, his hands on the buttons of your jacket, one after the other being undone by his impatient fingers.

"They might see us..."

"No one's coming here this late."

You’re still surprised, but you don’t have to be told twice.

Joel smiles at your awkwardness as you try to shed his jacket as quickly as possible, and helps you by pulling it out of the sleeves and letting it fall on the ground. Yours follows shortly after.

“You always surprise me,” you say softly as he fiddles with your shirt.

He pulls it from your pants and rips it open, popping buttons everywhere, revealing your bra underneath.

You gasp, fresh air hitting your hot skin and making your nipples harden against the fabric.

“Jesus, honey, did you have to do that?”

“I’ll get you another one,” he replies, taking a handful of your tits.

“You’re nasty, Mr Miller,” you coo, moaning at his big paws kneading your breasts over your bra.

“Do you like me like this?”

“You bet I do, in every sense possible.”

“Good,” he growls, “all that talk about free use inspired me.”

You giggle softly. Of course, it stayed in the back of his mind all this time, and you couldn’t be more glad.

Your lips meet, and the kiss is messy, wet, and sloppy, his tongue eagerly licking everything it can while you moan and slide yours over his, tasting whisky and minty candies he likes to carry in his pocket all the time.

Your fingers reach for one of his nipples over his shirt, and you pinch it, making him growl into your mouth. A low baritone sound sends goosebumps all over your skin.

“Talking about nasty…” he breathes, detaching from you, his eyes dark and hazy.

“Mmm, couldn’t resist…” you smile softly, sliding your hands under his shirt, over his soft belly, resting on his sides.

His low grumbles ring in your ear like the most delicious sound. He pins you to the wall, caging you with his arms, his leg between yours.

“What am I going to do with you?”

“Whatever you want, Mr Miller.”

“All this calling me Mr Miller is indecent, honey, you know what it’s doing to me…”

“Yeah, I know…”

His leg presses on the seam of your jeans, right where your clit is, a rush of dizziness washing over you.

“Your little pussy crying? Does she need Mr. Miller to help her?“

You moan “yes”, your voice faint and your breath labored.

“Ask nicely, hun.”

“Please, Joel… Mr Miller… please.”

“Good girl. I bet you’re dripping wet, huh? I haven't even started with you.”

“I…”

“Shhh baby… let me feel her.”

He unzips your jeans in a flash and his hand slides inside, over your panties.

His fingers caress your folds from above the fabric, slowly, until his index finger slips between them.

He's right, of course, you're soaked, your panties completely ruined. You moan at the feeling of the fabric sticking to your skin, his finger moving up and down your slit, pausing only to apply pressure to your hole. Your clit is hard, you feel it twitching and crying for attention, but he's avoiding it.

“Yeah, just like I thought… you’re drenched.”

Your voice comes out all shaking and hoarse when you beg for him to give you more.

“You know, it’s a shame your eyeliner looks so good today…” he grins. You’re a bit puzzled, not really sure what he means, until he adds “on your knees, baby.”

You cry at the loss of his fingers down your pants as he pulls away from you to give you enough room to kneel.

You do so, your legs feeling like jelly, a hand on his arm to keep you from falling, your pulse hammering into your ears. Your knees touch the ground as he undoes his jeans. He lowers them just enough to pull out his cock.

You haven’t done anything like this outside before. You willingly and happily sucked him in the privacy of your home, kneeling at any given occasion, slurping on his cock like the most delicious ice cream.

But being there, out in the wild, where anyone could potentially stepping and seeing you on your knees, his cock deep in your throat it’s a whole new experience. Dangerous, filthy… arousing to the point your head is just a mess of lust and your heart is drumming in your chest so loudly you can hear it in your ears.

His cock bobs right in front of your eyes, hard, gorgeous, veins throbbing along his length, his tip leaking out a few drops of his yummy and sticky precum.

You swoon at the sight, embarrassed to be so exposed but eager to give your man what he asked for.

“No one is gonna see you, darlin’, they’re all home or at the Tipsy” Joel reassures you, guessing your thoughts. His voice is gentle and low but also firm in a way that sends you into a rapture.

You quickly learned that Joel was more than okay with being submissive, letting you play along with your dominant side and you loved that so much. Hearing your strong, broad man begging you, his voice cracking and shaking was a delight.

But you also enjoyed him taking matters in his own hands, giving you orders and praising you when you carried them out well.

You lick his tip, his unmistakable flavor spreading on your tastebuds, making you hungry.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, his dark eyes looming over you.

His voice is a whisper, but no less commanding “it’s your cock, am I right? Not Patricia's, nor anyone else's. Suck it good, darlin’”

The smile that twists your lips is wide, ear to ear. You welcome his shaft, feeling it slide over your tongue, your hand closing around his base.

Enveloping his cock in your spit, feeling him throbbing against your palate is divine.

You always enjoyed giving head, even before meeting Joel. But the way you do it with him, the way he praises you, the way his cock reacts, his eyes glued to yours, taking in your every expression, feeling his hips buck, silently asking for more, it’s all new and exciting, it makes you all giddy and proud.

Reality is, you’ve never been so in love before with anyone else, not even your ex husband that you married only because you thought it was the right thing to do.

You took different paths long before the outbreak happened, both of you unhappy and frustrated. At least he'd been honest enough to sit down with you and talk. You were more like roommates than husband and wife. There was no passion or sex anymore, just a quiet coexistence that was becoming detrimental to both of you. In the back of your head this always felt like a failure and you thought you would never meet the right person. Maybe you were unlovable and inadequate like your dear mommy was always so ready to remind you.

You chose to be with Joel, you craved him long before he asked you out, watching him work and carry heavy planks and give out orders to other men.

You'd always loved watching people work with their hands; as a child, you'd sit for hours watching your grandfather do woodwork or build the birdbath you'd insisted on. Joel gave it a whole new meaning, though, making it dreamy and hot.

You started bringing everyone hot coffee as an excuse, then moved on to sandwiches, until you worked up the courage to talk to him. You chatted while sitting on the porch of a house he was helping build, in a mess of dust and debris you didn't care about in the slightest, happy just to talk to him. He was so gentle, you’d say a little bit shy at the beginning.

You realized he was not so used to sharing his feelings or talking about his personal life. He opened up to you a little more everyday and you were so grateful he trusted you enough to talk about Sarah. You talked about your failed marriage and the way your mum always treated you and he was so sweet, telling you didn’t deserve any of that. And finally, one day he nervously asked you out. You felt your whole being come back to life, rekindled with a new enthusiasm.

That night, after a drink at Tipsy, you'd sucked his cock for the first time. You could hear the voices of your old friends in the back of your head, yelling at you "never on a first date," but you didn't care, you'd wanted him since the first time you'd seen him. And you knew Joel wouldn't dump you like trash after getting what he wanted.

You were right. Joel never fails to treat you with respect and consideration, he’s always there when you need him, he listens to you, dotes on you and gives you lots of love. You don’t even know why you doubted him before. It’s been almost a year since you got together and you’ve never been so happy.

You start sucking him, stroking the rest with your hand, bobbing your head up and down in slow calculated motion, grazing his veins with your tongue the way he likes.

His musky scent fills your nostrils, the tip of him almost hitting the back of your throat when you lower yourself more, making yourself weep, hot tears streaming down your face, but you don’t stop. You want this, you need this, all of him inside your mouth, your spit coating his entire shape, marking him, making him yours and only yours.

“Just like that, darlin’,” he growls, his big hand clenches into a fist in your hair, a soft mischievous smile dancing on his lips.

Looking at him, his forehead beading in sweat, his face flushed and his arm tensed, prominent veins bulging on his forearm, you feel a new wave of arousal dampening your underwear, heat rushing through you like a burning fire.

You gurgle a little bit, coming up and licking at his tip like a kitten, sliding your tongue on the underside of his cock, a move that never fails to make him twitch.

“Fuck, honey, I won’t last long…”

You smile, tip brushing on your lips before taking him back in.

You suck more, hollowing your cheeks, the length of him filling your mouth just right.

When he bursts out, long streaks of sticky white cum hitting your palate, dripping down your throat you make sure to swallow every drop.

It’s lewd and filthy, wet obscene sounds rising from the back of your throat.

You stay there, licking him clean until he comes back down from his peak and his cock begins to soften in your mouth.

You don’t even know how much time has passed, everything is shrouded in darkness now, silent, your shallow breaths and the crackling of wind are the only things you hear around you.

When you stand up, your jeans are stained with grass and dirt from knee to ankle, green and brown streaks spreading across the fabric. The makeup you'd applied before leaving the house is a distant memory, smeared across your face and dripping down your cheeks. Joel doesn't stop gazing at you adoringly, whispering, "You're so pretty like this, all messed up for me," wiping a drop of his cum from your lower lip and slipping his finger into your mouth. You suck it greedily, humming sweet moans. You still feel a rush of your shared maddening desire invading your body and cloud your brain.

“‘M not done with you, baby,” Joel drawls in that southern accent that never fails to make you all needy.

“Mmm Mr Miller, what else do you have in store?” you purr, gently stroking his cheek, his beard deliciously prickling under the pad of your fingers.

“Give me a minute, and I’ll show you, darlin’”.

You wait, patiently, wrapped in his arms, right where you want to be, stealing kisses from his lips.

Until another idea comes up to you, far more clever and pleasant than the one you had before involving Patricia.

“Let me help,” you whisper, gently moving from him a little.

Joel looks confused but no less enthralled.

You look at him, lowering your jeans and ruined panties, exposing your pussy for his gaze to feast on.

Your fingers slowly approach your little button, barely touching it, attentive to Joel's reactions.

“Jesus, honey, you’ll get me hard again in no time,” he whispers, almost hissing, desire coating his every word.

His eyes are fixed on you in a way that makes your skin crawl with pleasure.

Joel takes a step back to look at you better, ecstatic. You begin to draw tight circles on your clit, a temping smile dancing on your lips, your body leaning on the wall to keep you steady, your back arched, while you’re giving a little show to your man. The man you hope to have next to you for the rest of your life, the man you care about so much that you’re happy to do things you’ve never expected from yourself.

“That’s what I want…” you rasp, your breath shallowing, growing heavier with every touch, with the look that made you change your mind about love devouring every second of you.

You move lower, collecting more of your juice, returning to your clit continuing the dance of your fingers.

“Joel…” you call softly, “would you like to fill me up? Because I want it so much…”

Joel clears his throat but the words fail him. “And she wants it so much…” you coo, looking down “you don’t want to disappoint her, do you?”

Joel clenches his jaw, fidgeting on the spot, his gaze spellbound, his cock starting to get hard again.

“Jesus, the effect you have on me…” he grumbles and you giggle, tight circles on your bundle of nerves, your fingers coated in your juices.

You lower them again, prodding at your entrance. “She feels so empty…” you whisper and you know it’s enough to make Joel snap.

One of your hands goes up to one of your tits, lowering your bra, playing with your nipple.

“Show me, baby. Show me how you please yourself,” he orders.

You don't care about the still-pungent, yet dry, smell of paint, you don't even care about how hard the wood feels against your back, or how your filthy jeans are bunched around your ankles, just above your boots. Only Joel exists.

It's tingling all over you, your body burns under his gaze, desire, awareness and security that those dark, deep, delicious and lustful eyes are yours alone invading every single part of your soul.

Your middle and ring finger slide inside of you and a moan escapes your lips.

“Good girl…just like that,” he praises you.

Your thumb is still flicking your clit as you start thrusting into your little hole, whimpering against the wall, reaching for that tender spot that always makes you see stars.

It's not like when Joel does it—nothing compares to his hand cupping your sex, two of his thick fingers sliding inside you, while his thumb works on your clit—but it's still nice. Especially now that he's watching you.

He takes his cock in his hand, stroking it gently, his arm outstretched, his cheeks flushed, beaded with a sheen of sweat.

Your fingers keep filling you up, scissoring your hole, juices flowing down your palm. You moan louder and arch your back some more for him to see.

Joel is stunned, his pupils blown, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. His cock is hard as a rock again, heavy in his palm as he strokes it up and down, gathering precum from his leaking tip and smearing it along his length.

He curses under his breath, a low and raspy “fuck” rumbling between his lips.

You’re a mess of lust and sweat but you’ve never felt sexier in your life.

“I’m so close…” you whine, your eyes fixed into his, drowning in that warm brown coffee.

“Cum for me, baby,” he urges

One last bucking of your hips against your hand and you come biting down on your lower lip, moans escaping from the back of your throat no matter how hard you try.

Joel walks over to you, grabs your wrist, and pulls your fingers out of you, watching your pussy flutter and quiver right in front of his eyes.

“Fuck, this is so good, look at her, all puffy and cute for me.”

You cry out incoherently like a child, your orgasm washing over you, head dizzy and weightless, your whole body shaking against the wall.

Joel leans even closer, you can feel his breath on your skin. His cock is still in his hand. As soon as you come down from your high a little, he brushes the tip of his cock against your entrance. You try to pull back, overstimulated and sensitive.

"Joel!" you moan, but his hand cups your cheek, the pad of his fingers tracing your cheekbone. "Shh, you're okay.”

“I can’t!”

“Yes, you can, baby” he gently admonishes you, wiping a tear from your face.

He pushes against your entrance, his swollen tip stretching you much wider than your fingers.

You cry and beg, your voice cracking in your chest, but he whispers softly, "You're okay, baby, you're okay,” so gently you can do nothing other than melt. He waits for the rawness and the feeling of invasion to subside, for them to evolve into the satisfying feeling of fullness you've been craving.

You calm down, your pussy adjusting to his thickness, growing hungry again for him.

He trails kisses down your neck, his beard brushing against your skin, tickling you. He feels you slowly relax, your whole body unwinding.

“Ready?”

“Yeah…,” you whisper, almost giggling, almost surprised he was right. Joel knows you better than anyone.

He pushes in a little more, reaching about halfway, one hand gripping your hip, his gaze searching yours. A smile spreads across your lips, you're intoxicated by him, and it's a feeling so sweet you wouldn't trade it for anything.

“Fill me up to the brim, Joel,” you beg, one of your hands raking through his salt and pepper hair that you love so much, grasping the soft curls at the base of his neck.

“Whatever my darling wants…” he exhales, thrusting deep inside you. His bush brushes against your pussy as he begins to move slowly, testing how much you can handle. You moan, tugging on his hair, bucking your hips, throwing your head back against the wooden slats. He’s thick and throbbing inside you. You’ve always loved it, and maybe you love it even more now, you feel him so deeply you could say you two are the same.

He's still almost fully clothed against your practically naked body and the contrast sends you into ecstasy, the soft fabric of his shirt brushing against you, hitting your nipples and making you see stars before your eyes.

“You’re so big…,” you sigh.

“I know baby, you’re doin’ so well for me.”

He lifts your leg with his hand, thrusting faster into you hitting that gummy spot again and again as you moan so loudly, anyone could hear.

You don’t even think about that, though, so lost in your pleasure your head isn’t coherent or reasonable anymore.

“So full…” you mumble “so close…” but Joel is not done with you already, he bends to your uncovered nipple and takes it between his lips, his tongue swirling around your bud before he starts sucking on it.

He knows you love it and his mouth is more than eager to please you.

Mouth full of your tit, hands grabbing tightly on your hips, his cock drowning into you like it was made for your soaking wet pussy, he whimpers against your skin, his sticky white warm cum making a mess against your walls.

He lets go of your nipple, hiding his face in the hollow of your neck chanting “I love you’s.”

You come undone again, as soon as you feel it hitting your little hole, your lips shaping into an “o”, your eyes hazy and clouded, your whole body shaking against him and your voice stammering his and God’s name.

His chest rising and falling rapidly, he’s panting, trying to regain his breath.

You’re completely out of words, still trying to fathom the incredibly risky and yet ridiculously exciting way he just fucked you.

“My Gosh, this was fucking great,” you murmur.

He chuckles into your neck, softly biting on the tender skin right under your ear.

“Yeah, it really was, baby…enough to make you not want to have other weird bets?”

“I promise,” you say, taking his chin between two of your fingers, kissing him right on that heart shaped patch on his beard that you love and then on his swollen, delicious lips “no more stupid bets.”

“I love you more than anything, you know that, right?” Joel says, caressing your hair, holding you tightly in his arms.

“I love you, too,” you whisper, completely wrapped into his arms, the safest place you know.

Absolutely npt for the people who showed interest in this wip: @milla-frenchy , @shadowqueen2024 , @baronessvonglitter , @peepawmiller , @mcthsman , @broad-shouldrs , @joelmillerspnk , @balhoneysweetstuff

Thanks for reading! ♥️

[aurorawritestoescape]

This was such a fun and hot story!! I giggled, reading about their bet, and blushed, reading about what followed😏🥵🥵🥵🥵

Only sweet Jackson Joel would be clueless enough not to notice a woman throwing himself at him😅 Poor summer child🤭 I loved the way reader opened his eyes on Patricia and her just being nice😒 but I didn’t doubt for a second that Joel would do the right thing!

"I told her that was a stupid bet between me and you." You think you're dreaming.

"What?" You utter.

"Of course! I couldn't lie. I made sure she understood that I was crazy about my woman and could never cheat on her."

Awww he’s just the best🥹😍😍😍 When they were kissing in the bar, not hiding their love and lust for each other, it was soook hot!!😩 I need to sit on Joel’s lap and kiss him, too!!

He’s the sweetest man. That until he gets you all to himself and turns you into a needy mess😏😏 These two made me drool and sweat with their almost public indecency🤭🤭

"You know, it's a shame your eyeliner looks so good today..." he grins. You're a bit puzzled, not really sure what he means, until he adds "on your knees, baby."

Naughtyyyy mannnn!!! Ahhh he wouldn’t have to tell me twice🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

As always I loved to read about reader’s background. She’s been through a lot and it’s even more satisfying to know that she met someone who cherishes and loves her like Joel does🥹😍

Wonderful fic, V!! Thank you for sharing it with us!😍😍😍🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

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#unidentified feline organism

[ca314159bara]

if you're having trouble sleeping the best you can do is put a bright object close to your face and look at it for at least 30 minutes. if that doesn't work you can close your eyes but make sure to think really hard about a bunch of bullshit

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what should I listen to

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women

[willgrahamscock]

I have to make mistakes in order to learn & grow