I wish this had been me in college. I was very naive and didn’t know much. Had someone taken the time to show/teach me what sex would actually feel like, before my real “first time” I think I would’ve been less nervous and had a much more enjoyable experience.
Summary: Little you was awake. The night was quiet, but your thoughts unfortunately weren't. They were drifting far, soft, and hazy, carrying you somewhere your small mind couldn't quite hold all alone. And in that fragile place, you reached for the one person you weren't supposed to need anymore. A man who shouldn't be your shelter…yet somehow always is...
Warnings: 18+, smut, mdni, huge age gap (20s and 60s), daddy!joel, ddlg dynamics, unprotected sex, JUST THE TIP, pinv, size kink, needy!reader, subby!reader, subspace, crying, forbidden relationship (don't know why, you can just think about something), daddy kink, finger sucking, clit rubbing, grinding (once), slight stern!joel, but really really soft daddy!joel, no outbreak
A/N: the more the people complain about the daddy kink, the more i'll write it😘 also if you look at it sideways, this could almost be a hazy little echo of "Daddy, I'm sorry." I didn't really choose a concrete reason for their forbidden dynamic—I just wanted the feeling of it. Let your mind fill in whatever fits.. Enjoy my dear pookies <33
It's night.
The sheep are asleep. The cows are dreaming of endless fields. And the chickens are waiting, patient and already plotting, for the moment they can scream the morning awake.
Only little you was still awake…lost in thoughts, hazy and far‑gone in that quiet world your mind always slips into when everything feels too heavy. A softer place perhaps, where things made more sense for your tired little brain, but even there, you still needed something—someone—to steady you.
To calm the buzzing in your chest, to hold you together, to make sure you reached that faraway place safely instead of getting lost in it.
And that someone was Joel.
'Daddy' you called him sometimes, voice tiny and unsure, even though you weren't supposed to. Your glassy eyes always found him first. Your hands always fisted his shirt. Your thighs always around his waist while he rocked and rocked you to sleep.
'Little babygirl' he'd answer, even though he wasn't supposed to. A stern face guiding you, big hands holding you and that strong frame of his making you feel safe as if it was his only mission in life.
Tonight, Joel is deep asleep. Breathing slow, steady, calm. Exactly that quiet rhythm you know by heart.
And you're standing there in the doorway, small and overwhelmed, staring at the only place that had ever felt like shelter.
Little you is drifting.
The edges of your vision are soft, your thoughts wrapped in that familiar, thick cotton of subspace. You don't want to think; you just want to be held.
Carefully, you peel back the heavy blanket and slide into the heat of his bed. You press your front against his back, your small frame curling into the curve of his body. You let out a tiny, broken whimper, the sound vibrating against his skin, and bury your face between his shoulder blades.
Oh, how warm he is.
And Joel stirs.
A slow awakening—a gradual return to consciousness that starts with the feeling of something soft and trembling pressed against him. And even though he freezes just for a heartbeat, your daddy recognises you immediately.
But he can't. He shouldn't turn around and wrap his arms around your little frame until all those bad thoughts drifted far away. He shouldn't.
"No," he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep. He doesn't turn around yet, but his muscles tense. "No...we said we weren't doing this again. You can't just...you can't just slip in here, babygirl."
He tries to sound stern, tries to maintain the boundary you both agreed upon, but you only press closer. You cling to him, your fingers bunching the fabric of his shirt, a sob catching in your throat.
"You can't always just crawl into my bed," he says, voice firm. "I mean it."
He didn't mean it.
He knows what this state of yours means.
He knows exactly where it's heading, knows exactly how it's gonna end. He knows so well.
"Go to your room," he says again, sharper this time. "You hear me? You can't be doin' this. We said we weren't…we weren't gonna let this happen again."
And oh how it stings your small, tender heart when Daddy's voice turns stern like that.
He exhales hard. "Sweetheart, don't make me say it again."
You can't help but let a hot tear escape, soaking into his shirt. The sound of your quiet weeping is the breaking point for him.
Joel closes his eyes, a pained flicker crossing his face as his resolve finally cracks. He can't leave you drifting out there alone. Can't leave his little babygirl all by herself.
With a heavy, quiet exhale, he shifts, rolling over and letting one steady arm find your waist, guiding you upwards and into the safe space of his lap—the place that's always only meant for you.
He settles you there, your legs draped over his thighs, and begins to stroke your back in long, grounding sweeps. You immediately bury your face into the warmth of his neck.
"You're slipping away, huh?" he asks softly, his voice losing its edge and turning into that nurturing, honeyed tone that always makes you feel safe. "All gone in the head? Just a little babygirl who can't handle the world today?"
You nod, nuzzling into his shirt, breathing him in, and a tiny whimper escapes you; a sound so small and pitiful it's barely a breath. Your hand fists in his shirt, and you mumble against his chest, your voice thick and slurry, like you're talking through a mouthful of cotton.
"Want your cock, Daddy."
He releases a breath, your words making his mind spin. His grip on your hip tightens, his fingers digging slightly into your soft flesh. You respond by grinding your aching center against his thigh, a soft, desperate moan escaping your lips.
"No, babygirl." His voice is soft, gentle but firm. "We've talked about this, didn't we?"
You feel the frown pull at your brow, and you lift your head, your eyes hazy and unfocused, struggling to find his face in the dim light.
"But I need it," you whine, the sound dragging out. "Please, Daddy. Please. I need it so bad."
He cups your cheek, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone, his skin rough and warm. "Sweet girl. You're so far under I can see it in those pretty eyes. You ain't in a place to think straight right now."
"I can—" you start, but he shushes you with a soft click of his tongue.
"I know you think you can, honey. But I'm your Daddy, and it's my job to know what's best for you."
Your mind drifts, foggy and unfocused, to all the times he told you he couldn't be your daddy—that you shouldn't call him by that name, that it wasn't right, that it wasn't allowed. But now…in this confused, hazy state, you don't question a single word he says. You just accept it, soft and small, because everything feels too far away to fight.
He adjusts you on his lap, and he feels it then: the wet heat of you against his thigh, the slick slide of your bare cunt leaving a glistening trail on his pants.
You'd taken your panties off hours ago, wanting to feel the chill on your skin. And now his breath hitches, just a little, and his hand drifts down to rest on the curve of your hip.
You're leaking.
You can feel it, a slow, steady drip that soaks into the fabric, and you squirm, rubbing yourself against him just a little, chasing that friction.
He groans low in his throat. "None of that, babygirl."
"Just the tip, Daddy." The words tumble out in a rush, desperate and breathless. "Please. Just the tip. I'll be good. I promise I'll be so good."
He sighs, long and heavy, and you can see the war in his eyes—the stern, responsible daddy who wants to tuck you into bed and keep you safe, and the daddy who aches to give you exactly what you're begging for.
"No, honey. We had just the tip last time, and you didn't behave."
You remember. You remember the way you'd bucked against him, trying to take more, the way he'd had to pull out mid-thrust and hold you down until you calmed down. But this time it's different, you swear.This time you're so soft, so pliant, so utterly lost in the haze that you know you'd be good.
You'd be so so good for him.
"I'll be good, Daddy. I swear on my heart. I'll be so still and quiet. I just need to feel you—just a little. Please, Daddy. Please, please, please." Your eyes find his, limpid and pleading, tears pricking at the corners. "I'm so empty. I feel so empty without you."
He stares at you for a long, long moment, his thumb still tracing lazy patterns on your hip. His gaze is tired, heavy, searching, and you hold your breath, your whole body trembling with the effort of staying still for him.
"Alright," he murmurs, and the word is like a key turning in a lock. Your heart stutters. "Alright. But you gotta promise me, babygirl. You let Daddy control it. You let me take care of you."
"I promise, Daddy. I promise I'll be good. I'll be your good girl."
He shifts you off of his lap, laying you down gently on his bed, your head sinking into the blanket.
The mattress then dips as he moves, positioning himself between your thighs, his weight settling over you.
You look up at him, all hazy in adoration, and spread your legs wider in invitation.
"I ain't hard, baby. But it'll work." He mutters under his breath, more to himself than to you. "We can make it work. You're tight anyway...it'll fit right in. Just a little bit, honey. Just enough to make you feel better."
You watch as he takes his cock out of his pants.
It's soft, just as he said it would be, but even like this it's thick enough to make your mouth water. His tip the size of a small lime, flushed in a reddish undertone, and wet at the slit. He wraps his fingers around himself, giving himself a few lazy strokes, and you squeeze your thighs together instinctively.
"Please, Daddy," you peep, voice small.
He chuckles again, warm and fond. "I know, honey. Just a little babygirl, huh? My sweet, sweet girl."
But then he shifts, reaching for the nightstand, and a tiny, needy whine crawls out of your throat before you can stop it, fingers curling into his shirt, tugging him back.
"Hey…hey…shh." His voice drops like warm honey, slow and soothing. "Daddy's here. Just needed my glasses to see your pussy better, hon. Nothin' happened. M'here."
You blink up at him, and he's sliding those wire-framed glasses onto his face, the moonlight catching the lenses for a moment.
He looks down at you, and through the glass his eyes are even softer, even more focused on his babygirl.
"Desperate baby," He hums almost to himself, as his fingers find your folds and part them gently.
You gasps at the touch, the cool air on your slick skin, and he lets out a breathy chuckle.
"Oh, you've been real needy, hm?" He hums. "Pretty little pussy, all soft and swollen for Daddy. Yeah, honey?"
You nod frantically, a little moan escaping you.
He strokes through your wetness then, gathering it on his fingertips, and brings his hand to his cock.
With a gentle squeeze, he guides his cockhead to your entrance and presses slowly in.
Even that single inch is a stretch, a slow, burning fullness that makes your eyes roll back in your head. Your mouth falls open, a breathy "oh" escaping you, and you feel every ridge, every vein as he sinks just barely inside. He stops there, his hips flush against yours, and you can feel him pulsing, feel the slight give of his flesh inside you.
Your head falls back, whimpering, hips twitching, trying to take him in. But he pulls back, just a fraction.
"What did we say, hon? Behave."
You pout, bottom lip jutting out, and a fresh tear slips down your cheek. But you still, your body trembling with the effort, wanting to be good for your daddy.
"That's my good girl." Joel rewards you with a slow, gentle press of his soft tip further into your hole.
You cry out, a high, keening sound, and he hushes you, his voice a low purr.
"Ain't even need to be hard, honey. Look how pretty you take me. Just the tip, babygirl. Just a little taste. You feel that? You feel Daddy's cock in your sweet little pussy?"
"Mhm—" you nod, glassy eyes watching as he plays with your cunt.
While he looks down at your cunt, his reading glasses slip to the bridge of his nose, hanging there stubbornly. Your hand rises without thinking, pushing them back up with a small, clumsy touch.
"Thank you, honey," he says gently. "Barely here, and you're still takin' care of me." Joel shakes his head, fond and tired.
"Always daddy..."
He breathes out a soft laugh, and strokes your cheek with a slow, careful touch.
Oh, how Joel's heart ached. Even while you were far away, those tiny words slipping out of you like instinct. God, how he wished that he didn't care this much.
"I don't wanna hurt my little girl. You're too far gone for your own little good. You tell me if it's too much, yea, honey?" He asks gently.
"Yes, yes daddy," you babble, your words running together.
Then he starts to move, the shallowest of thrusts, just the thick head of his cock pressing in and sliding out of you with a pop, each pass catching on your rim. It's a tease, a tantalizing brush with something more, and your hands fly up to grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his shirt.
Joel watches intensely how his tip gets covered in your juices. Every slow thrust makes your cunt react: growing wetter and wetter, entrance clenching and gripping his head like it wants to suck him deeper.
"Daddy..." The word is a whimper, stretched out into a plea.
"I know, babygirl. I know." His voice is ragged, strained. "Just let daddy feel you. You're so tight. So perfect. So warm and wet for me."
His eyes move from your face down to your arms, noticing the goosebumps racing across your skin.
He halts his movements, frown on his face, murmuring a small: "Cold, honey?" He doesn't wait for an answer before he pulls his thick blanket carefully over your legs and tummy, tucking the edges so the warmth traps against you.
The sudden cocoon of heat makes you melt under him. Your muscles loosen, your breath evens, and the fuzzy, floaty feeling you've been chasing settles deeper. Joel watches your face soften, watches your lashes flutter, and a small, fond smile tugs at his mouth.
Then he starts with his thrusts.
He rocks, rocks and rocks into you, slow, agonising, sweet while staying true to his promise: just the tip.
Each tiny thrust is measured, patient, meant only to keep you drifting. His free hand slips under the blanket to rest over your belly, thumb rubbing soothing circles while he keeps the rest of you covered and safe.
His hand then slides lower where your bodies meet. His thumb finds your clit, circling that swollen nub with firm, steady pressure that matches the pace of his shallow thrusts. The dual sensation makes your breath hitch, your hips twitching towards him.
"Oh, my sweet babygirl," he whispers. "You're so close, aren't you."
And you were. So so close.
His thumb presses harder, rubbing tight circles while his cockhead continues its lazy, teasing slide. You hiccup, the praise hitting you like a spark, heat flooding through your core as your muscles clench around him.
Your orgasm builds fast, faster than you can realise—cresting without any warning. Your thighs tremble on either side of his hips, your back arching off of the bed as pleasure crashes over you. Soft, whiney whimpers spill from your lips: "daddydaddydaddy," while your walls pulse and squeeze around the tip still nestled just inside you.
"That's it. There you go, honey," Joel murmurs, his voice steady and encouraging. His thumb doesn't stop its relentless rubbing, drawing out every wave. "Squeeze it...yes, juuust like that. You're milking me without even having me inside. Such a good, needy little girl."
Your body responds to every word, clenching tighter around his head as the aftershocks ripple through you.
Joel keeps the slow, shallow movements going, letting you ride it out while his thumb gentles on your oversensitive clit. The warmth of his body surrounds you, his free hand stroking your hip in soothing circles as your breathing slowly evens out.
But then his hips start to tremble too, you can see the muscles in his forearms cord as he holds himself back, his knuckles white where they grip the bed on either side of your head.
Your sweet daddy was getting hard...and he was trying his oh so best to not fill you up in one, quick thrust.
With his now hard tip pressed inside you, his thumb leaves your clit to hold into your hips.
Joel groans low, his eyebrows furrowing together.
The head of his cock feels hotter now, thicker, the veins along his shaft pulsing against your entrance as he gradually swells inside the tight ring of muscle.
You feel the change immediately—his tip stretching you wider, the pressure building deeper even though he still refuses to push past that first inch.
A soft whimper slips out before you can stop it.
"Daddy...I'm gonna...again...I can't...please... please just fill me..."
Joel shakes his head gently, his free hand stroking your thigh in soothing circles.
"No, no. You stay right there," he murmurs, voice warm and steady. "Just feel it, babygirl. Feel how big Daddy's getting for you."
His cock throbs harder inside your entrance, the flared head catching on every flutter of your walls as he rocks forwards again, teasing without giving you more.
Your impatience grows fast.
Your legs kick lightly against the mattress, your hips rolling up to chase more of him, desperate to pull him deeper.
Joel clicks his tongue softly and pulls out completely, his wet cock slapping against your mound.
"Hey. Hey. Oh, honey. It's okay," he soothes, gathering you up into his arms before you can protest. "Didn't you promise me you'd behave tonight, hm?"
He shifts back against the headboard and settles you into his lap, your thighs straddling his hips, your face pressed to his chest.
"M'sorry, daddy...i'm tryin' but I need you..." you mumble into his chest, tears already falling from your eyes.
"Shhh, easy now, it's okey." he whispers against your hair, one big hand rubbing slow circles on your back while the other reaches down to grip his cock again.
He lines himself up beneath you and then—oh.
He starts to lower you, inch by careful inch.
The thick head parts your folds once more, but this time he sinks deeper, stretching your walls open around his full length.
"There you go...easy." he whispers into your ear while he moves so so agonisingly slow that you feel every ridge, every pulse, every vein dragging along your sensitive insides until he's buried to the hilt inside you.
"Too much, daddy..." The words comes out muffled against his shirt as you bury your face further in his chest, overwhelmed by how completely he fills you. Your body trembles around him, adjusting to the deep stretch, your arms wrapping tight around his torso.
"I know, babygirl...I know. Big stretch." He murmurs into your hair.
He holds you close, rocking his hips in tiny, shallow movements that keep him seated deep without thrusting hard.
"Bet that feels real good now in your pussy, hm? All deep inside now." He murmurs.
Your face comes up from his chest to look at him, cheeks flushed, mouth gaping open. A soft "mhm,"comes from your lips before your face goes into his chest again.
With every gentle thrust your whimpers—those tiny, little broken sounds—grow louder and louder the longer he keeps that steady pace.
Joel watches your face the whole time, eyes soft with that sweet mix of concern and affection. When another shaky whine slips out of you, he slows even more, one hand leaving your hip to brush your cheek.
"Open your mouth, babygirl," he murmurs. His fingers trace your lower lip, then nudge gently between your teeth. "Mhm. Open, there you go, that's it. Daddy knows what you need, honey."
He slides two thick fingers past your lips, letting them rest on your tongue while his hips start to rock up into you in those same tender thrusts.
The weight of his cock fills you completely with every slow push, and the fingers in your mouth give you something to suckle on, something to ground you while little you floats away.
"That's my good girl," he whispers, eyes never leaving yours. "Just like that. Keep sucking on Daddy's fingers while he takes care of this pretty cunt."
His thrusts stay soft and steady, the wet sound of your bodies meeting barely louder than your muffled whimpers around his fingers.
Joel chuckles when he feels you biting down his fingers, kissing the top of your head. His hand strokes slow circles over your lower back, steadying you.
"So full of Daddy's cock. You want Daddy to cum in you, baby?"
You nod hazily around his fingers, your walls fluttering around him.
But Joel shakes his head with a soft, teasing pout. "We ain't using any protection, bug." His hand slides down to grip your hip, guiding your movements gently as he continues those slow, shallow rocks.
Your mouth leaves his fingers and you pout too, all soft, all floaty, mumbling, "M'gonna cum, Daddy."
"Yeah, baby? You're gonna cum?" His voice stays gentle even as his hips pick up the pace just a little, small thrusts turning quicker.
Your whimpers grow louder, turning into broken little whines as pleasure coils tight in your belly.
"C'mon then, show your Daddy how good you can cum, bun," Joel sweetly encourages, thrusting steadily until your walls clamp down around him again, creaming and pulsing along his length.
Your soft moans and cries stay muffled against his chest, your body shaking in his arms as the pleasure rolls through you in long, sweet waves.
Each squeeze sending warmth around his cock, each clench sucking him deeper and milking him until Joel couldn't take it anymore.
He pulls out quickly once you're spent, stroking himself fast until hot ropes and ropes of cum paint across your tummy and thighs. You look down hazily, still overstimulated from your orgasm, wrapped up in a blanket of clouds.
He keeps you tucked against him, one hand stroking your hair while the other rubs slow circles on your back. You're already soft and heavy in his arms, eyes fluttering closed as sleep pulls at you.
"You did so well, babygirl." Joel presses a kiss to the top of your head, holding you close. "All worn out now, aren't you, honey?"
The last thing you hear is his voice, low and sweet, humming a lullaby you don't recognize, and the steady, strong beat of his heart beneath your ear.
Tomorrow will come with its own heaviness.
You both know that. The guilt will settle in quietly, embarrassment will whisper untrue thoughts, and neither of you will quite know what to do with it. You'll avoid each other's eyes, speak in short, careful sentences, pretend the night didn't happen the way it did.
But that's tomorrow.
Right now, wrapped in his arms, the world feels small and warm and so so gentle. Right now, his heartbeat is steady under your cheek, and your breathing finally matches his.
For this one quiet moment, you let yourself rest.
And your daddy, with his old, tired ache in his chest, lets himself hold you just a little closer, wishing he could have this forever.
Phewwwww. I don't really know if i like this or not my brain is such a mush bc of this heat and stress so excuse my lack of proofreading!
Imagine lying still on my exam table. Legs spread by stirups. You can feel the cool air on your wet labia.
You hooked to various monitors....electric sensors cover your chest, your breasts, the inside of your thighs. a small probe is already inserted deep into your vagina.
You can hear your heart beating in the monitor....
you cannot see me, but you hear the familiar snap of nitril gloves. Shuffling of metallic instruments on a table.
you don't know what I will do to you, but you trust me completely...nervous ,yes , but not scared...
Shh, close your eyes...you can sleep if you want to...this might take a while ...i know the drugs make you drowsy..it's okay ...
the sensors will tell me everything I need to know...you don't need to think to hard, little doll...
have we considered you grabbing the headboard while riding it? his hands gripping your waist and you gripping the headboard for leverage going from slow experimental strokes of your hips, to slamming your pussy down around his cock over and over, while he curses and moans loudly and your tits bounce in his face ??
You should show all of your cleavage just so that I can reach down with my hands and bring out your nipples whenever I want. You'd like them sucked, yes?
sexting with a medical kink… playing telehealth where you ask me tons of intrusive questions and then i follow the virtual doctor’s instructions on how to perform a self exam…
imagine ur Dom pulls out a pair of latex gloves, slaps them on, puts on a mask, tells u 2 lay down, spreads ur legs apart & tells u to relax, & tht they're jst gonna feel & rub around 2 make sure everythings working correctly down there 😳
they put some lube on u, tell u it's gonna be a little cold. they tell u ur gonna feel some slight pressure, maybe a tingle. u feel nervous & embarrassed, almost violated. but they remind u they're just doing their job, working for the release 2 make sure ur healthy🙊
one of the things they’ll need to do is assess which areas feel pain, and which, if any, give you pleasure. they’ll start by visually inspecting your vulva. looking for any redness, bruising, anything out of the ordinary. it may feel embarrassing having somebody look at you that way, but it’s necessary to help you get better. next they’ll start gently palpating your skin, moving from the mons pubis down towards your outer labia, and then inward. they ask you to describe each sensation— is it tender? sore? ticklish? does it sting, or feel like a bruise? how does lighter touch compare to one with more pressure? if they notice signs of arousal— skin darkening, wetness pooling— they might ask about that too. they’ll pull back your clitoral hood and assess the shape of it. check the width, how it responds to stimulation. note the size down in your chart. they might massage your vulva, paying special attention to your bartholin glands. seeing if they can induce self lubrication. take swabs for the lab. they’ll take photographs of your inner & outer labia. and then they’ll ask you to masturbate as you normally would, while they watch. it’s so they can better understand how to help you, so don’t be shy.
Step uncle Joel Miller x fem!reader x step dad Tommy Miller
Bad Blood Extra || can be read as a stand alone || 4,8k
Summary: feeling sad about leaving Austin and returning to college, you decide to take something with you — a hot sex tape, starring Tommy, you and Joel.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, big age gap (reader is 22, Joel and Tommy are in their late and mid-40s), shooting a sex video, cnc, stepcest play, rough sex, mean!Joel, soft!Tommy with darkish vibes, coercion play, slutshaming, mfm, unprotected DVP, m!oral, ass/tit slapping, throat fucking, multiple orgasms, creampies, degradation kink, praise kink, daddy kink, uncle kink (is this a thing?lol), fingering, swearing.
A/n: thank you for this request, nonnie!💞 I hope you’ll enjoy the fic as much as I enjoyed writing it. Lots of affectionate spanking to my baby @milla-frenchy for beta-ing the fic♥️ Happy birthday @nana90azevedo 🎉 💐 Joel, Tommy, Angel and I wish all your wet dreams come true! (Joel added ‘wet’ I apologise for his behaviour) and thank you for your continuous support and love of this series!🥹🫂 Titled after the song by Cigarettes after sex. Dividers by @/enchanthings
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“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
Tommy asks, breaking the silence. You two are having lunch on a patio of an Italian restaurant, and usually you’re very chatty but not today. Spinning your fork in a plate of Carbonara, you sigh,
“Last day saddies. I hate to go back. Hate to leave you.”
“Me too, baby. I wish you could stay.” Your boyfriend takes your hand and searches for your eyes. “But soon we’ll always be together, yeah?”
You nod, your face lights up a little. You can’t wait to graduate and move to Austin. Every time you have to return to college you feel like you’re leaving your heart back here. Your last night with Tommy is always restless even if he does his best to tire you out with the most amazing sex.
“What can I do to cheer you up, my love?” Tommy asks carefully and your heart swells hearing his gentle tone, seeing warmth in his eyes which are waiting for an answer. You still can’t get used to how sweet he is.
“This place is great. Thank you for taking me out.”
Tommy leans forward closer to you.
“Maybe you have something else in mind?”
You take a sip of water and think.
“Mm I don’t know.”
Tommy sighs.
“Well, if you think of anything, let me know. I’ll make it happen.”
He gives you a wink and you purr,
“You’re the best, daddy.”
Feeling frisky you glide your foot over his calf under the table and Tommy chuckles, his brown eyes glinting with a naughty spark.
“Bad girl.”
He’s so handsome right now - a white shirt clings to his broad shoulders, his dark curls are moving in the wind. Wishing to capture the moment you take your phone off the table and snap a selfie of you two - a shy smile on Tommy’s face, yours is glowing with love.
Suddenly an idea pops into your head.
“Oh my god! I know! I know what’ll make me feel better!”
Tommy immediately catches your excitement.
“What is it?”
You put your phone down and bite your lip, scared that he’d say no.
“C’mon. Tell me.” Tommy pushes, noticing your hesitation.
“What if.. ehm..we shoot a video?”
Tommy raises his brows.
“Like.. of our day?”
“No, of our night.” Your lips spread into a playful grin and Tommy realizes what you mean.
“Ohhh..”
“Yeahh…” You nod and lean closer to him. Gliding your hand over his muscular arm, you say in a sultry voice, “I’ll watch it back in my dorm when I miss you, daddy…When I’m all alone and needy. So horny for my sexy boyfriend.”
Tommy’s eyes darken, they move to your lips, his cheeks rosy. Then he reaches closer and kisses you.
You melt and gush in your panies as he teases you with light pecks, then swipes his tongue over your lower lip and licks inside your mouth. Two can play this game so being naughty you take his tongue between your lips and suck. Tommy growls and deepens the kiss.
When you part from each other, you both are extremely hungry but not for food.
“Yeah, great idea,” Tommy croaks and takes a swig of his cold beer.
With your pussy still aching, you squeal and clap your hands, attracting attention of some guests.
“What about Joel? Gonna miss him, too?” Tommy asks, taking a bite and glancing at you.
You scoff but the idea of having that hot motherfucker on video makes you lick your lips.
“I won’t miss him-“ you lie, “but… maybe we can invite him?”
“Maybe we can,” Tommy smirks. “Wanna text him?”
“Ok!” You say gleefully and grab your phone.
You have a tripod? You send to the contact named Jerk🍆
You place your phone back, not expecting Joel to answer you soon, that man never checks his messages, but to your surprise your phone vibrates a few seconds later.
Yes. What time we filming?
“What the fuck?” You lift your widened eyes at Tommy. “How does he know what we wanna do? You told him?”
“When? You’ve just come up with the idea.”
“Then how does he..?”
“It’s his superpower,” Tommy chuckles mid-chew. “He’s like a sex psychic. Feels those things instantly.”
Another text from Joel appears on the screen.
??
Shaking your head in awe you text back.
Tonight. Bring the tripod.
It’s 9:30 pm and you’re sitting on Tommy’s bed in his rented apartment. The renovation of his new house is taking longer than he anticipated so he decided to get himself a place. You love this temporary love nest for Tommy and you but you also miss staying at Joel’s. You’ll never admit it though.
The tripod with your phone is standing on the floor by the corner of the bed. The camera is directed at you and already filming, you hit the record button a few moments ago.
The room is dark and like a stage only the bed is illuminated. There are lamps on the nightstands and a bright floor lamp that Joel dragged into the room himself.
“Lightin’ ‘s the most important thing,” Joel stated with expertise in his voice and you wondered how many times he’d used that tripod. And with whom.
To make the atmosphere more sensual you also placed a little mood lamp nearby that now casts a reddish glow onto the bed.
Stage fright makes your stomach churn for a second when you glance at the camera lenses but then you take a deep breath and say loudly,
“Come in!”
Tommy and Joel walk into the room, or rather saunter inside, sex appeal oozing from both of them. Your heart and pussy throb when your eyes slide over your boyfriend. Tommy wanted the video to be special for you so he’s wearing your favorite black shirt with skulls embroidered on the front, white pants, his long hair tied in a man bun. He looks like a snack.
Joel always dresses like a porn star so it’s not surprising that his outfit screams Sex. He’s wearing a barely buttoned shirt over his naked torso and tight dark jeans.
“Howdy, angel.” Joel tips an invisible cowboy hat to you and you roll your eyes at first but then remember the role play you agreed on so you sit up and give the men a sweet smile.
“Hi uncle Joel. Hi daddy.”
You tug down on the hem of a silky robe you have on, feigning modesty, as the men walk around the tripod and come up to you at the opposite sides of the bed.
“Hey, sweetheart. How are you doing?” Tommy coos and sits down next to you. Joel keeps standing, hands on his hips, huge bulge at your eye level.
Tommy brushes away a lock of your hair and your skin erupts with goosebumps at the soft touch.
“All good. Just a little sad.”
“Why's that?”
“I don’t wanna leave home. I’m gonna miss you two. And mom.”
Joel barks a laugh but when you glare up at him he coughs into his hand.
“Yeah,” Tommy sighs. “Maybe we can cheer you up.”
You blink at him with fake ignorance and Joel explains,
“Want a present from your daddy and uncle?”
Joel palms himself and Tommy smirks, throwing his brother a knowing look.
“I love presents!” You exclaim and bounce on the bed, making your robe open up a little and expose more of your cleavage.
“Bet you do, little slut,” Joel mumbles, staring at your tits, but you pretend you haven’t heard it.
“What is it?”
“Oh,” Joel climbs on the bed and kneels at your side. “Give me your hand.”
You bite your lip to hide your smile and offer your hand to him. Joel immediately brings it to his bulge.
“Feel it. It’s right here. Waiting for ya.”
The lump under your hand is stiff as a rock and your mouth waters, remembering all the times you had Joel’s cock and balls between your lips.
“It’s big,” You gasp theatrically and glance at the phone.
“Hell yeah, baby. Wanna see?”
Timidly you put your hand away and drop your head down.
“Mm.. I don’t know..”
“Hey.” Tommy pinches your chin and tilts your head up to face him. His pupils are blown as he says. “It’s so hot tonight. Why don’t you take your robe off?” His black eyes roam your still covered body and you wrap your garment around your torso tighter.
“Mom won’t like it if my stepdad sees me almost naked.”
Tommy takes a sharp breath and Joel groans, bucking his hips in your direction. He cups your cheek and you look at him.
“We won’t tell her, babygirl. No one will know.”
“No one,” Tommy promises and his fingers caress your knee.
You pretend to consider the decision and then nod curtly.
You untie the robe and it slowly slides off your shoulders, pooling on the bed. The men grunt and instinctively move closer to you when you reveal your lingerie - a light pink mesh set with little white hearts. Joel growls, taking you in, but Tommy’s eyes get glossy, his voice croaks and he asks,
“Is it..?”
You nod with a warm smile touched by the fact that he remembers. You were wearing it the first time Tommy and Joel fucked you. After the dinner date. One of the hottest nights of your life.
“You’re beautiful,” Tommy gushes, breaking the character and glides his palm over your arm.
“Thank you, daddy,” you drop your head and stare at your thighs.
Joel rolls his eyes and steers the scene back.
“Still too much clothes, niece. Let me help you.” He reaches behind your back and like a magician unclasps your bra in a blink.
“Joel!” You gasp as it falls down, exposing your naked tits. Your chest heaving, you cover yourself with your hands and shake your head.
“No, I can’t do it.”
You grab your robe but Tommy stops your hand and scoots closer to you.
“Whoah, whoah, sweetie, hold your horses.”
“No daddy, I can’t. It’s wrong. My mom wanted you to be a father figure for me.. not… this,” you mewl, still keeping your hands over your breasts.
Tommy climbs on the bed and kneels by your side. He cranes his body to hug you and his lips brush your ear as he whispers,
“I can be anyone you want, but you’ll need to become my little slut first.”
“Daddy…,” you breathe out, your eyes flutter closed, your core puckers, your panties are getting soaked.
Slowly like two predators circling its prey, the men cage you between their broad bodies. You timidly glance up at them, begging for mercy but their gazes are dark and menacing.
“Uncle, please,” you plead but Joel gives you a carnal smile and grabs his bulge.
“M’sorry, sexy, but you’re getting this present tonight.”
His voice is hoarse and lustful, his breath hot on your neck and breasts and your nipples stiffen up from these invisible kisses. Your eyes dart between the men as they’re staring down at you like hungry wolves at a bunny that has nowhere to run. Heat raises in your core and you almost moan.
“And if I try to leave?” You say, your voice is shaky with arousal but it seems like you’re scared. “You two won’t take me by force, right?”
It’s impossible to hide how much this turns you on, your eyes are glazed over with want. Tommy’s voice is quiet but it holds such power over your body, you start trembling.
“If you ask like a good girl we might let you go.”
Your chest is rising and falling, your pussy aches, and you whimper,
“Please. Let me go.”
Joel scoffs and brings his hand to your hair. Your breathing hitches when he softly scratches your scalp. Suddenly he grabs a handful and yanks your head back, making you gasp. His face hovers over yours as he grunts,
“He said we ‘might’ not ‘will’.”
“No!”
Your palms hit his naked chest, you push him away but to no avail. He keeps you in place with the hand in your hair.
“You leave this room when we say so,” he hisses into your face. “And only when your pussy’s full of our cum, little slut.”
You burn up with hot need and move your eyes to the side to see Tommy change the position and get behind you. A muscular arm wraps around your torso, a hard chest hits your naked back.
“He’s right,” Tommy rasps into your ear as his fingers knead your naked breasts and lightly pull on your nipples. “I was too soft with you, my sweet stepdaughter. Gave you what you wanted. Now we gonna take what we need.”
You’re breathing heavily, your lips parted. You didn’t expect them both to be so good at this game and your pussy leaks into your panties, your clit throbs between your folds, and seeking relief, you grind your pelvis against the bed.
“Look at her, brother,” Joel smirks, noticing your pathetic search for pressure. “Rubbin’ her cunt on the sheets. Gonna leave her snail trails all over.”
Tommy tuts and you cry out as a palm on your back pushes you down. You land on your hands and hastily turn around to make weak attempts to fight the men off.
“No, please, I don’t want it,” you beg, glancing up at the phone, your pussy crying. You can’t wait to watch it later.
“I won’t let you!” You scream but not so loud as to attract the neighbours’ concern. After you try to sit up, Joel puts his hand on your neck and holds you down.
“Like we need your permission, dirty whore,” he barks, slapping your tit and drawing a cry out of you. “Tommy’s right. You turned into a little brat. Daddy, no, uncle, no. Fuck this! Our cocks need milkin’ and you’re the best candidate for the job.”
You’re whimpering and fake-sobbing, ready for the brothers to do whatever they want and shaking with adrenaline.
Tommy leans in and whispers, “Is this ok? You good, my love?”
“Yeah… yes.” You nod eagerly, your voice confident. You want them both to be rough with you so much you might cry.
Tommy’s softness makes you push harder and with a fiery gaze you slap Joel’s hand off your neck and hiss,
“Fuck you both!”
You rush to escape but Tommy grabs you and easily manhandles you onto your front. He pushes you into the mattress, his knee on the back of your thighs. You try to snake away but he grabs your wrists and binds them behind your back with his strong hands. Now you’re helpless with your cheek pressed to the sheets, your arms restricted.
While Tommy’s holding you down, Joel starts undressing. When he’s done, his face appears in front of yours. With a usual assholish smile he coos,
“You were so sad before, angel. Bet ya happy now.”
“Jerk!” The word is muffled by the sheet at your mouth, you’re glaring at him, enjoying every second of this.
“No one’s gonna help you,” Tommy smirks, lovingly gliding his warm hand over your asscheek, your see-through panties not covering anything. “You might cry or beg. Your holes are ours tonight. You’ll be lucky if you can walk tomorrow.”
You whine and squirm on the bed, until Joel slaps your ass and you freeze.
“Quit it, niecy. Or I’ll spank it raw.”
Your pupils dilate and Joel notices.
“Ohhh she wants it, bro.”
Tommy scoffs.
“Of course. Bad girls love to be spanked. And this one is naughty as hell.” Even his degradation sounds sweet in his velvet voice. He follows Joel’s suit and gives your ass a juicy slap. The stroke sends rays of pleasure through your pussy and you moan.
The men laugh and you bite your lip, wishing they’d do it again. But Joel has a better idea.
“We’ll spank you more, when our cocks are ruining your tight cunt.”
“At the same time?” You cry out wishing to give them the idea, barely hiding your excitement.
“Not sure you can take us yet. Let’s check, Tommy.” The younger brother pulls your panties down and slides them down your legs.
“No! Stop!” You scream and thrash around, completely exposed now. You have no chance of overpowering them so it takes seconds for the men to manhandle you in the position they want — your naked ass up in the air, your cheek pressed to the bed, they both holding you down. You flinch when someone’s fingers slide between your folds.
“Fuck, she’s dripping wet.” You hear Joel groan behind you. You moan and whine looking up at the camera.
“Let me see.” Tommy gathers some of your slick and swirls his fingers around your clit once, twice, then stops. Your hole clenches with despair but next second he pushes two fingers inside it and begins scissoring you open, getting you ready for god knows what. You settled on the role play before the night but not the details; you wanted it to be a surprise.
Tommy pulls his fingers out and you hear him suck on them, tasting your wet arousal.
“Still too tight. We’ll split her in two,” he mumbles with his fingers still in the mouth.
“Fuck her open, Tommy.” Joel offers your pussy like you’re a cheap hooker and a half sob half moan escapes your lips. The younger brother pushes your legs wider apart with his knee and settles behind you.
“You’re both fucked in the head!” You cry out and try to get away but fail miserably when Joel places his wide palm on your head and pushes down.
“Naughty kitten,” Tommy growls. His hands grab your hips, fingers dig into your soft flesh.
You hear a belt unbuckling, a zipper opening and like Pavlov’s dog you start salivating. He throws his clothes off and then his hot cock lands on your asscheek. You whimper, ready to be pierced.
“Big breaths, little slut,” Joel smirks. “Gonna hurt less if you relax.”
You fake shaky sobs and squeeze your eyes shut, ready to take the meaty cock of your daddy.
And you take it well. Tommy feeds his length to your cunt slowly, inch by inch, letting you feel every rim and vein. He spreads your folds with his thumbs for a better viewing and when his heavy balls hit your pussy you both moan loudly, not hiding how great it feels.
“Damn, sweetie, you’re so tight,” Tommy groans and starts rocking his hips languidly at first, letting you get used to the big cock deep inside you. Joel glides his palm over your back, leaving goosebumps on your skin.
“I’ve fucked lots of cunts, need to test this one out,” he muses and you throw him a glare.
“Man whore,” you spit as jealousy pricks your heart. “Alrighty,” Joel chuckles, “let’s plug this dirty mouth of yours.”
With that he stands on his knees and pulls his dick out. It’s bobbing over your face now, mighty and hard, dropping precum on your cheek, and you want to gobble on it but staying in the role you yell,
“Don’t even think about it! I’ll bite it off!”
“Nah,” Joel smirks, grabbing you by the hair again and pulling your head up and off the bed. “Once you taste this shlong, you’ll ask for more.”
You’re standing on hands and knees now, swaying back and forth with Tommy fucking your pussy. Joel gets in front of you and like a good actor checks if he’s not covering you from the view of the camera. Then he pinches your chin and commands,
“Say Ahhhh. Time to get your present.”
You do it, not without sending him to hell first. Soon you can’t speak though, Joel’s cock taking all the space in your saliva-filled mouth.
The brothers are plowing your holes, sawing their dicks in and out, your eyes crossed from pleasure. Tears are running down your cheeks when Joel pushes his cock all the way into your throat. It’s not your first rodeo so you take his cock like a champ, curling your lips, slurping and drooling. When your lips circle around Joel’s base, his length stuffed in your throat, Joel holds your head in place and grunts,
“Tongue out, angel, lick my balls.” He lifts and holds them pressed to the underside of his cock, on his palm like on a silver platter for you. Your eyes flick to the camera - it better be capturing this. Starting to suffocate, you stick your tongue out under the hard shaft and reach reach reach… until the tip of your tongue glides over the fuzzy skin.
Joel cheers,
“That’s my slut! She’s gifted, Tommy,” he says and both men chuckle. You gag and slap Joel’s thigh. He immediately pulls you off his dick and your saliva streams down your chin and on the bedsheets, your chest heaving as you are wheezing and swallowing air.
“You’re sick,” you croak, your throat fucked already. Your arms and legs are shaking under you, your pussy still being used by Tommy but he’s slowed down, letting you calm down.
Joel pays your comment no mind. He gets off the bed and takes your phone off the tripod.
You understand why when he stands by the side of the bed and directs the camera at your fucked out face, eyes glossy, cheeks tear stricken, lips puffy and wet with spit and Joel’s precum.
“Smileeee,” he sings, mocking you, and when you flip him a bird he chuckles and moves the camera. He starts filming the place where Tommy and you are joined.
“C’mon, little star, show us how good you’re at taking a cock.”
“She’s doing great,” Tommy praises and coos, “Best stepdaughter ever.”
You smile and clench around him, coaxing a groan from the man. Not stopping his thrusts, Tommy leans forward, slides his palm over your juggling ass and arched back, then grabs your asscheeks and spreads them wider apart. You glance back. Joel holds the camera close to your heat and you wish you could see it right now, too — your hole stretched around Tommy’s cock, creaming around his base, you pussy sucking in his fat dick every time he pulls back.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Joel says, looking at the screen. “Bet we can get good money if we stream it.”
Tommy chuckles between heavy breathing and you lift your head.
“No!! No streaming.”
Joel waves you off with his hand.
“Chill, babygirl. I kid. For now,” he adds under his nose and you whine again.
It gets quiet for some time except for the sounds of skin on skin slapping so you turn your head and see the men discuss something without words. Just gestures and eyes.
Tommy pulls out and slaps your ass.
“On your side.”
“Please, can I go?”
Joel sets the phone back on the tripod and replies to your question.
“Ya feel any cum in your holes, slut? If no, then we ain’t done.”
You sniff and get on your side obediently. Joel plops behind you and big spoons you. His arm bonds you to him, his chest by your back, his lips brush your ear.
“Ready for us?” He nibbles on your earlobe while you’re watching Tommy lie down in front of you.
“Daddy, what are you gonna do?”
“We’re gonna spend some time like a happy family. Together.” He smirks and you swallow loudly.
“Who goes first?” Joel gruffs into your neck and Tommy says,
“I’ll start.” Now he turns to you, “put your leg here.” He pats his hip and you do it, mumbling,
“M’scared.”
“It’s ok, sweetie. Daddy’s here.” Tommy leans forward and your lips meet. Your breath catches as you forget about your role and kiss him back sensually.
While Tommy’s kneading your breast, his tongue deep in your mouth, Joel grumbles and pierces you on his cock from behind.
You moan into Tommy’s mouth, adjusting to the hot rod inside you, and he parts from you.
“I thought I was gonna be first,” he snickers.
“The early cock gets the hole.”
“Isn’t it ‘the early bird’?” you ask and whine when Joel rolls his hips and sends his member deeper into you.
“Don’t be a smart ass,” he gruffs into your ear and stops moving. You glance back with confusion in your blown out eyes and he wiggles his brows up and down.
“Waitin’ for your daddy to join us.”
Your mouth pops open and you gasp when Joel rolls onto his back, pulling you with him, his cock still buried inside you. In a flash you’re lying on top of him, your front up.
“What are you..?” You start asking but Tommy cuts you off when he pushes your legs up and Joel grabs your thighs, opening you up for his brother. Tommy settles over Joel’s legs, his cock bobbing, and asks,
“You’re so full already, baby. Think you can take more?”
You shake your head.
“I can’t, daddy. You’re too big. Both of you.”
“No doubt,” Joel mumbles and snaps his hips up. His tip kisses your cervix and you gasp.
“We can do it. I’ll help.”
Tommy gives you a reassuring smile and draws circles around your clit with his leaky tip.
“Oh daddy,” you moan, clenching around Joel’s shaft, making him groan. Tommy keeps pleasuring you with his fat crown, alternating between massaging your clit and slapping it rhythmically. You can’t hold off the heat rising in your core and soon come on Joel’s cock.
“Fuckkkkkkk,” the older brother moans, squeezing you tight in his arms. “I ain’t gonna last, bro, hurry up.”
“Coming,” Tommy smiles watching you jerk with ecstasy hits, proud of his work. He bends down, keeping his weight on one hand that’s planted on the bed, and nudges your already spread hole with his cockhead.
“Daddy, it won’t fit.” You pant after a delicious orgasm.
“It will, sweetie. You just need to really want it, want your daddy and uncle inside you.”
You flood Joel’s cock with your slick as Tommy pushes his tip inside you, his thumb helping to squeeze it in.
“Fuck she’s tight,” he mutters under his breath but doesn’t give up.
“I’ll help,” Joel says and pinches your clit.
You whine and he laughs before his fingers start rubbing your overstimulated bud. You swap his hand away but he brings it back.
“Don’t — slap! Stop it! I’ll just pet your kitty.” It burns for a few moments but soon under Joel’s skilled fingers the pain turns into pleasure and your hole opens up little by little until Tommy’s head disappears inside you. He moans and keeps thrusting forward while Joel is massaging your puffy clit until Tommy bottoms out as well, joining his brother inside you.
“Oh my… you’re everywhere,” you groan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. It really feels like this - like they occupy every cell in your body, every nook and cranny.
“Breathe, angel.” Joel reminds you, his big hands cupping your tits. He sounds like he’s on the edge, holding onto the last straw, postponing his climax.
All three of you are panting, bodies glistening with sweat, moaning and grunting in the reddish light of the room.
You flutter your eyes open and look at Tommy hovering over you.
“You can move. Both of you,” you say and Tommy starts fucking you, setting the rhythm for both men. In and out. In and out. In and out.
Joel follows and soon two hard cocks are pumping your poor pussy, stretched to the maximum, crying over them, thumping with your fast heartbeat. Their pushed-together cocks rub every nerve ending you have inside your core and inevitably your walls begin contracting.
Oh fuckkkkk!
Shitttttt!
Aahhhhh!
You moan loudly, the men roar as you start unravelling between them, Joel under you, Tommy over, your pussy squeezing their cocks so hard they almost get pushed out. The brothers keep fucking you through your earth shattering orgasm giving you every last drop of ecstasy.
‘Mgonnacome,” Joel breathes out against your temple and starts spilling his seed against your walls. His dick throbs in your pulsing cunt and Tommy can’t resist any longer. He groans loudly and begins adding his cum to Joel’s inside you. They squirt more and more jizz into your core until it spills out and trickles down your ass and onto Joel’s balls.
All three of you are slowly coming down from your highs, breaths laboured, skin wet with postfuck dew. Sandwiched between the brothers, you lock eyes with Tommy and giggle.
“You did amazing, my love,” he praises you, his face hovering over yours.
“You, too, daddy. I loved every second.”
Joel clears his throat, shifting on the bed under your body, and you roll your eyes and glance back at him.
“You were good, too. Go easy on the jokes next time though.”
“No way. It’s comedy gold in there.”
Three heads turn to your phone which is still filming. Joel slaps your thigh and asks,
“Who wants to watch this shit and then fuck some more?”
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