Not Your Daddy Part 2
ââ ââ đ€â â ââ Pairing: Pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: Its your birthday! Whats a better gift than getting supa freaky with your dads best friend?
Warnings: 18+ SMUT MDNI, age gap (36/20), p in v, fingering, masterbation, size kink, anger kink?? idk, swearing, drug mention, BRIEF mention of pregnancy (no babies round here folks) literally just 80% smut, some fluff
Celia's note: Pope Cody fic coming next đ ââ ââ đ€â â ââ
Joel was in way over his head.
He knew when he fucked you that things would be differentâhe just didn't think they'd be this different.
The day after he took your virginity, he expected a little shyness from you. Perhaps even some awkward avoidanceâworst case scenario, evident regret.
But no.
You were on him like a dog on a bone.
His bone, to be precise.
You've asked to suck his dick, like, ten times since he popped your cherry, which was only 3 nights ago.
But, finding time alone was proving to be more difficult than previously thought.
It was driving you nuts. All you two could manage was sloppy make out sessions in a locked bathroom or just a generally secluded area.
But you'd never be alone for long, because it always seemed like someone was around. Whether it be your dad, a neighbor, a friendâthere was never enough time to do what you really wanted.
God, it was torturous for you.
And Joel too. He tried to act above it, tried to act like it wasn't effecting him as much...but you noticed the way he wouldn't let you pull away from his kiss when you thought someone might've been near.
He'd chase your lips up until the last momentâuntil you both were a milisecond away from getting caught.
Joel doesn't know what's come over him. He obviously feels awful for sneaking around with his best friend's daughter, but when you'd flash him those eyes and that smile...well, he'd just forget all about his guilt.
Like now, for instance.
You were staring at Joel from across the pool, admiring the way he looked in swim trunks. He was talking to your dad by the grill, a Corona in his left hand, a spatula in the other.
He knows you've got eyes on him like a hawk, but he's trying to keep it lowkey in front of your father. You were just making it so goddamn hard with that stringy little bikini.
You had laid yourself out on one of the pool chairs, lathering tanning oil on your smooth skin. Your ass looked so good when you tanned your back, and Joel wouldn't even look at you when you flipped overâhe was too scared of getting a hard-on.
You had that man in shambles.
And hell, if he didn't have the same effect on you, too.
Thats why you were starin' at him so hard.
When your dad goes inside to piss or something, that's when Joel makes his way over to you.
"Hey, you wanna be any more obvious?" He huffs out, begrudgingly letting his eyes fall on your breasts and exposed stomach.
"I don't know what you're talking about." You quip, trying to suppress the giggle building up in your throat.
Joel glares at you with hard eyes.
He huffs out a breath and drags a hand down his scruffy jaw. He glances towards the pool, thinking briefly. "You-" He starts strong, but the words die on his tongue when he makes eye contact with you again.
His lips form into a tight line before he exhales through his nose and shakes his head. "Your birthday's comin' up."
Oh. You weren't expecting him to say that at all. You figured he would scold you about your little stunt, but he just seemed to drop it.
"It is, m'surprised you remember." You say so softly that Joel barely hears it.
Of course he remembers, he thinks, though doesn't say it out loud. "You got anythin' planned?" His voice is husky, like he's about to cough or something. You shift on the chair, smiling at his question.
"I do, actually. Some friends are throwing me a party. Do you wanna come?" Your invite is innocent, but Joel scoffs, a sharp smirk spreading across his lips.
"I think I'd be a little out of place somewhere like that, sweetheart."
He's right, he definitely would be. But you do wish he could be there. You huff out a dejected breath and glance up at him, noticing he's still got something to say.
"But," Joel starts, sitting across from you in the other lawn chair. "What if we do somethin' after. Y'know, jus me n' you." His voice is softer, more like a whisper. It makes you smile even bigger.
Instinctively, you lean forward, your interest piqued.
"That sounds nice." You chirp, dragging your gaze across the expanse of his torso before quickly snapping it back up to his eyes. "Like a movie or something?"
Joel just wants to eat you right up. He wants to bite and lick and suck every inch and crevice of your body right this very moment, but he restrains himself. You just look so tantalizing, leaning into him with that bikini.
He keeps eye contact with you as he exhales through his nose, gripping the lawn chair a bit tighter. "Not exactly what I had in mind."
You blush, now realizing what he meant. "Oh, well, I'm good with whatever." You murmur, a feeble attempt at trying to look cool again. Joel just stands up, ruffling your hair before walking back over to the grill. ***
"Get in the damn truck." Joel's voice is the sternest you've ever heard it, his gaze is even deadlier. It makes you sober upâquick.
A moment passes where nothing happens. You just stare at him, lips parted as you intake shaky breaths from across the front yard.
When you don't move, Joel rounds the hood of the car, yanking the passenger door open and glaring at you expectantly. "I will fuckin' drag yer ass if I have toânow c'mon."
And that's really all it took.
Your trembling body strides hurriedly across the yard, walking up to Joel and climbing into the truck. He shuts the door after you, shaking his head and cursing under his breath while he gets back in the driver's seat.
"Can't believe thisâ" He spits as he starts up the car, speeding out of the nosy neighborhood. "Got me out here scouring the whole city for yer ass."
You look like a wounded animal in the passenger seat.
Joel has never been this mad at you, ever.
His anger was rolling off him in waves, and all you could do was sit there and take it.
Awh, fuck.
It was making you horny.
"M'sorry, I just got carried awayâ"
"Damn right you got carried away. ChristâI thought youâ" Joel scolds you, but realizes he's letting his anger get the best of him. Slowly, he inhales through his nose before exhaling with a huff. "What were you thinkin' babygirl?"
His voice is so much softer now, it makes you wanna melt in your seat.
You really wish you had an answer for him. But you just let your stupid, young brain run wild with the night's possibilities.
You had gone to the party, let your friends get you drunk and high, and completely lost track of time. Joel had asked you to call him at 12:30AM, so he could come and pick you up from the party.
You had told him you would, peppering him with kisses before leaving and telling him how excited you were to see him after. But 12:30 came and went without any call, and soon, it was 2:00AM and you were still out.
Joel had been patient the first few half hours, but once it hit 1:30, and there was still no sign from you, Joel got in his truck and started driving.
He drove up and down the neighborhood roads, looking for any sign of rambunctious youths. He tried calling you, and when you finally picked up on the 100th ring, Joel made you tell him where you were.
That's how he got here. That's why he was glaring at you like a disappointed father figure.
You were facing the consequences of your actions. Joel's wrath.
You let your head loll to face him, eyebrows drawn together and the cutest pout on your lips. "Was jus' trying to have fun." You murmur, your voice sounding extra pathetic.
Joel shoots you an unimpressed look.
"I'm really sorry Joel, I promise I didn't mean to make you upset." You make your voice sugary sweet, scooting closer to him in the bench seat. Joel's jaw clenches when you invade his space, his eyes cascading down to your exposed cleavage.
You slide a hand over his thigh, the tiniest pout on your lips. "I'll make it up to you, I promise!"
"No." Joel immediately responds, shaking his head and removing your hand from his leg.
You frown, your face pinching together in confusion. "Why not?" You act more hurt than you actually are.
"You're drunkâand probably high too." Joel says curtly, casting you a rather judgemental look.
You want to rebut, but nothing comes out. You've always been a bad liar. You slump back into your seat, biting down on your nail in slow thought.
"...We're still going to hang out though, right?" You ask softly, your voice riddled with anxious hope.
You hear Joel sigh out next to you, his hand clenching on the steering wheel. "I don't think that's a good idea anymore."
He says it like it pains him, but his face is as stoic as ever. You feel like crying. Hanging out with him was what you were looking forward to all night. You feel the drunk tears start brimming in your eyes before you can even think another thought.
"Don'tâshit, don't start cryin' on me," Joel huffs out, running a hand down his jaw. He can't stand it, really. Each of your sniffles is like a punch to the gut. "You know I can'tâ" He can't even finish his sentence because you look so pitiful. Joel clenches his jaw before speaking again.
"Fineâwe'll watch that movie, alright?"
You're momentarily caught off guard. But, once you realize heâs saying he'll hang out, you start wiping your tears away. âOkay.â
When he sees you calming down, Joel feels slightly mad at himself for giving in so easily.
He pulls up to his house, since he knows you told your dad you'd be sleeping over at a friend's. He gets out of the truck and you try to follow after, but he's already opening your door before you can get your fingers around the handle.
"Come on, pretty girl." He says in that low tone of his, scooping you up from under your legs and carrying you out of his car. You don't dare argue, instantly wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling into his chest.
He walks up the porch stairs and opens the door with his back, placing your feet softly down on the wood floors of his home.
You breathe in while he locks the door behind you, taking in the musky, manly smell of his house. With hands on your hips, he maneuvers you over to the couch, guiding you to sit down while he tidies up a few things.
You watch your lap, your head spinning a little bit, before glancing over at Joel in the kitchen. He's pouring water into a glass, blinking slowly and revealing his tiredness.
When he comes back to the couch and sits down, he makes you drink the water, watching as a few droplets dribble messily down your chin. He wipes it with his thumb after you finish, mentally pondering if he should just keep you in his house forever and never let you leave.
You look at him with your wide eyes, pupils dilated and expression apologetic.
"I'm sorry I ruined it," Your small voice breaks through the silence, making Joel look down at your head. "I really was looking forward to spending time with you the most."
Joel sighs, shaking his head. "We're spending time together now, aren't we?"
You nod slowly, looking back down at his lap. His body is just so fucking...sitable. His dark shirt is all wrinkled and lifted at the bottom, exposing a small batch of hairy skin. His faded jeans look so perfectly comfortable against his manspreading legs, it almost makes your mouth water.
You're so horny. And Joel is just flicking through TV channels like nothing's affecting him at all. It makes you want to cry out in desperation.
The glow from the television illuminates his skin in a cacophony of colors, as if he could get any more handsome.
Fuck this, if he wouldn't touch you, then you were just going to have to do it yourself.
You gather up the courage to slowly dip your hand between your thighs, pressing your palm against the bundle of nerves hidden beneath all your clothes. A shaky breath leaves your lips that Joel immediately catchesâhe never misses anything when it comes to you.
For a few seconds, you just continue to subtly push your palm and fingers against your clothed clit, eyes squeezing shut as you try to relish in the sensation. Joel just watches, trying to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
When he determines that what you're doing is very much real, he laughs. It's a disbelieving laugh, one that makes you halt all your movements, and your eyes snap open. Your lips part like you're gasping for air as you stare up at him, your face burning red as you realize he's been watching you and is now laughing in your face.
"Un-fucking-believeable." He scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. His reaction makes something tighten in your bellyâshame, arousal, need, humiliation. A heady cocktail meant to keep your brain teetering on the edge of collapse.
"I'm sor-"
"Be quiet and take your pants off."
You freeze. His tone makes you scared and excited all at once. His face is deadly serious, leaving behind no trace of his mocking laugh from just moments ago.
You stagger a bit before unbuttoning your pants, sliding them down your legs, and kicking them off on the floor somewhere, leaving you in just your shirt and your favorite pair of underwear you specifically picked out for tonight.
You wait for further instructions, mouth dry and eyes getting ready to water. Joel drinks in the sight of you, wondering what else he could make you do. "Keep goin'," He rasps, the words shooting straight down your spine. You swallow your nerves before dropping your hand down again and continuing your previous ministrations, though now it feels much more charged.
Joel is an unmoving statue next to you--apart from his evenly breathing chest, he's completely still. It's enough to drive you mad; you wanted him to reach over and just do something to you.
The pads of your fingers push small circles on your underwear over your clit, pitiful sounds leaving your lips in unison. It helps you to think about what his fingers would feel like insteadâbigger, warmer, rougher. It makes your entire body vibrate for more.
"Joel," you whimper, bringing your free hand up to fist around the fabric of his t-shirt. "Can't you do it?" Your voice is a spoiled whine, one that Joel doesn't quite appreciate.
His jaw clenches before moving in a bit closer, his arm coming down over your shoulders and pulling you in. His mouth is next to your ear, and his other hand is already bunching up your shirt over your breasts.
"No, you started it, you finish it." Joel says in your ear before placing a quick kiss on your head. You watch with goosebumps as he raises your shirt to expose your chest, your nipples hardening against the air. He doesn't even touch themâhe just lets them free.
You whine at his complete refusal to touch you where you really needed itârealizing quickly that this was his way of punishing you. You're also smart enough to know that you won't get anywhere by begging, only by doing what he said.
You bend your legs at the knees and spread them wide, collecting some of your wetness on your fingers before massaging your clit once more. Feeling like it was your only lifeline, you hold onto his muscular arm, kissing and biting and licking his bicep while you pleasure yourself.
Joel lets you, trying to ignore the tent in his jeans. But the way you're squirming and moaning and fucking yourself gives him more than enough gratification.
After a few moments of you desperately imagining Joel doing depraved things to your cunt, you come all over your fingersâlegs shaking and lips squealing around his arm.
"Good job, babygirl, there you go," Joel coos into your ear, finally maneuvering you effortlessly between his legs, your back pressed against his chest. Your mind is spinning a bit from your orgasm, not exactly registering his hands coming out and feeling the sides of your torso.
His head ducks into the crook of your neck, breathing in and kissing you there. "Ya did good, kiddoâwasn't so hard, was it?" You mewl out a disapproving sound, one that makes Joel chuckle in his throat. "Okay, I hear ya, gonna make it better."
Joel's large hands come up and knead your breasts, the sensation making you even more loopy. Eventually and torturously, one of his hands glides down to cup your mound, your back arching in response.
You had just come, you were still sensitive, but that wasn't stopping Joel. Another desperate sound makes it past your lips, to which Joel grabs your jaw and angles your face to the side, leaning down to kiss you.
He's kissing you slowly and passionately, no doubt building you back up just so he can knock you down again. Simultaneously, his fingers slip inside of you, your knee-jerk reaction being to close your legs on his hand.
"None of that," Joel rasps in your ear before prying your legs apart again, inserting another finger. "Thought you wanted this, huh?" He asksânot out right mocking you, but you know he's still pulling on your chain.
"I do, I do-" you ramble in a whiny pitch, voice breathless and limbs shaking.
"Then keep those legs apart," Joel says, to which you promptly whimper but do as you're told. "Oh, you're so wet, poor girl." You fist the fabric of his jeans, holding on tight as he pushes knuckle deep inside of you. The warmth of his chest, the depth of his fingers, the engulfing presence of his body all over yours--all these factors were making you effectively go brain dead. You squeeze your eyes shut, knowing it wouldn't be long before you came again.
"I was worried about you today," Joel unexpectedly murmurs in your ear. The words make your body freeze up again, arms locking in place as you peer your wet eyes open. "It pissed me off thinkin' you were out at some party, wearin' this, talking with guys your age..."
You fall still. You're not sure where he's going with this, but you lean your head back to look at him and gauge his expression. He looks focused--jaw clenched, and eyebrows set low.
He's feeling...insecure?
Something weird blooms in your chest, and before you know it, you're bringing a hand up to the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. It's slow, deep, like you're trying to prove a point--because you are.
All of a sudden, mid-kiss, you break into a delirious fit of giggles against his lips. Joel's visibly caught off guard, staring at you like you should be wearing a straitjacket, but then his gaze softens.
"What's so funny, girl?" He chides, pulling his fingers out of your hole and maneuvering your body to face him. You straddle his lap now, wrapping your arms around his neck for stability.
You continue to giggle for a bit longer, tracing his subtle 5 o'clock shadow with gentle eyes.
"...There were only girls at the party." You offer simply, lips pulling wide as you smile down at him.
Joel seems stuck on that fact for a moment, his brain short-circuiting because he didn't even consider the possibility that the party might not have been co-ed. After a second, he finally seems to relax, his shoulders slumping a bit as a sigh of relief leaves him.
"You should know by now that it's only you, Joel." You say quietly, pressing a kiss to his temple. "You're stuck with me...probably forever."
Joel chuckles deeply, wrapping his muscular arms tightly around your torso and hugging you close. "Yeah, well, forever is only about 10 more years with me, sweetheart--maybe less if I can't get my cholesterol down."
You laugh heartily, shaking your head to dispel his ridiculous statement. "Stop acting like you're geriatric, Joel. You're hardly even graying."
Joel scoffs before rolling his eyes. "Hm, comforting." He just pulls you back in for a kiss, and this time it feels so loving. You're both moving in a synced rhythm that feels like floating on clouds and riding on unicorns. His hands are sliding warmly all over you again, melting you second by second.
Eventually, your hands glide down to fiddle with his belt, pulling it loose and unzipping his jeans. You break his kiss to catch your breath, your forehead falling onto his shoulder as you continue to pull him out of his boxers, stroking his hard and girthy length while he carressed your hair.
He lets out a deep grunt from the back of his throat as he watches your hand wrap around him, the sight turning him on even more.
"When we were in the car," you began to speak, voice a little breathless as you stared down at his lap, watching hypnotized as his chest moved up and down and his massive cock twitched in your palm. "and you were mad at me, it felt..." you paused for a moment, realizing what you were about to say could come off extremely...crazy and deranged.
Your cheeks burned hotter, and your breath caught in your throat. But Joel brought his other hand up to grab your jaw, angling your face up to meet his eyes. His expression is completely neutral--it makes you feel brave enough to finish. He wants you to finish.
"It felt really good." You finally murmur, wide eyes paying careful attention to his reaction.
His expression stays the same, only he lets go of your jaw to cup the side of your face. "That so, sweetheart?" He asks, voice like gravel as he looks down at you. You nod carefully, sucking your bottom lip in between your teeth.
"Is that weird?" You ask softly, still mindlessly stroking his cock that seems to have only gotten harder in your hand. Joel sighs, it's a deep one, one that makes you feel slightly embarrassed, like he's about to scold you.
"Ain't weird. Unexpected, but not weird."
You purse your lips, unsure of how to feel about his response. But before you have another moment to worry about it, Joel speaks again.
"Kind of funny actually--I was out there, worried sick about you, trying to express my frustration, and to think--you were getting your little panties wet about it. Very funny."
Only, the way Joel's voice sounds makes it seem like he doesn't think it's funny at all--in fact, you think it's quite the opposite. Your heart starts beating faster as you pull away to look at him, trying to see if you messed up.
Joel loves the way he can see the little cogs turning in your brain--he can't wait until you finally realize what he's doing.
In a matter of seconds, Joel flips you back over on the couch, face and stomach pressed into the cushions as he keeps one of your arms held behind your back.
A squeal of surprise leaves you, only to be muffled by the pillow Joel makes sure to keep you pressed into. "I was trying to be thoughtful," Joel huffs out, landing a sudden and surprising smack to your ass.
You jolt forward, shrieking into the pillow before turning your face to the side to try and catch a glimpse of him. "Trying to show you the importance of responsibility," another smack, only this time to your exposed cunt.
You cry out and whimper, writhing your hips to try and soothe the sting. "Joel," You mewl, your free hand moving back to try and stop his abuse of your lower half. Joel only grabs that hand as well, now pinning them both back.
It was after this act that you finally realize that Joel was acting angry on purpose, and this definitely wasn't just out of nowhere. He's actively depicting your desires for you; a heat blooms in your core as another whine crawls its way out of your throat. That's fucking hot.
"No, baby, I let you off too easy, gotta teach you some respect." With that, Joel slaps the head of his cock against your clit, hard enough to make you jump away from the sensation with a squeal.
He just pulls you right back, aligning himself with your hole and easing his way inside. "Then again," He starts, his voice husky as his tip notches against your entrance. "I guess m'not really teachin' you much of a lesson if you like it, right?" He growls before calmly thrusting all his length inside, your walls clamping down on him like a vice.
You're crying into the cushion, the sensation of being filled completely by him never got easier to handle. It was like an all-consuming event that took over every pleasure cell in your body, as well as a little pain.
You're clenching around him so hard and gushing your wet arousal everywhere, leaving both of your laps and legs damp and sloppy. Joel fucking loves it. He's obsessed with the way you twitch when he pulls out and the way your hips move away so he doesn't hit so deep when he slides back in.
He thrusts in a genlte rhythm for a while before eventually leaning down over your back, brushing your hair from your face and placing soft kisses against your head. "How you doin', doin' alright baby?" He asks, checking in on you just in case.
He slows his thrusts down even more, allowing you to answer with a clear head. You're brain is still spinning, but you know that the last thing you want is for him to stop. "Mhmm." You hum out reassuraningly, feeling too lazy to use any actual words.
"Mhm, gonna let me go faster?" He asks after, letting your wrists free and sliding his hands to plant on either side of your hips, getting ready to fuck you like he meant it.
You nod practically instantaniously, a mewl leaving your lips because you're already feeling it. "Please," Your voice is a pathetic whimper, but it gets Joel going nonetheless.
"Only cus ya asked so nicely," He murmurs basically to himself before straightening back up and beginning to snap his hips against your ass. The feeling is so intense that you're instantly rendered into just a puddle of moans and cries, body turning to mush on the couch.
When you move your arms around to hug the pillow you're laying on, you acknowledge how sore they are from being bent back so long. But the pain is but a blip in the moment--Joel's cock is stealing all the spotlight.
"You're leakin' everywhere sweetheart," Joel comments off-handedly, finding himself entranced AGAIN with the way your juices are drenching his dick. "Me bein' mean really got you goin' that much?" He muses, to which you can only cry out.
In response to the stimulation that is bombarding your innards, your feet start to kick on the couch, like your body is desperate for a way to cope with all the pleasure you're experiencing.
Joel notices this, of course, and finds it to be the cutest thing in the world. In fact, he is so overwhelmed by how cute you are that he moves to lay over your back, hooking his arms around your neck to then begin rutting into you like a rabid animal. Cuteness agression in it's truest form.
His weight is a heady feeling, but his bicep and forearm squishing your face is really capturing all your attention. Also, in this position, he's somehow hitting you deeper than before, and you can't run from it.
"Fuck, squeezin' me so damn hard--" You hear him say through grunts and groans, your fingers clawing at his forearm.
"Can't--I can't, m'gonna cum," You babble out, tears streaming down your cheeks as your cunt flutters around Joel's cock with wrath.
"Oh fuck, c'mon, let it out on me," Joel encourages, bringing his hand up to shove his fingers into your mouth, to which you suck on promptly in between moans.
Doing as you're told, your cunt spasms around Joel's cock before you come with a resounding sob. Your entire body wracks with the sensation, twitching and jolting and hiccups of breath.
Joel doesn't stand a chance of holding back when he see's the sight of you, immediately busting his load inside of your dripping canal. He's so deep when he nuts that he genuinely thinks he had to have impregnated you--and when he pulls out to watch his seed drip from your spent hole, he figures you having his babies wouldn't be bad at all.
You, on the other hand, can't think much of anything. All you know is that your body is buzzing and overly sensitive. Ever touch feels like an electric shock, especially when he pulls out. When Joel unhooks his arms and helps turn you around, all you can do is hum a weak sound, letting your body be pliable for him.
"You still with me, sweetheart?" Joel asks softly, his 'angry' demeanor instantly falling away into nothing. You muster a nod and Joel smiles at that--situating you to lay over his lap, head against his chest. He pets your hair while you take all the time you need to recallibrate, running his other hand across your thigh.
Finally, after about four minutes of silence, you crane your neck back to look at him with lidded eyes.
"Best birthday gift ever."
Joel scoffs before shaking his head, patting your ass affectionately. "Hm. So I guess you don't want your real gift?"
Your interest is immediately peaked. It's also like energy is shot back into your body again. You sit up a little, eyes wide. "What gift?"
Joel doesn't know what to think of your surprise. Did you really think he wasn't going to get you anything for your birthday? He reaches down to dig into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet sack, setting it gently in your hands.
The smile on your face is blinding as you pull the strings open, emptying the contents into your palm. You're shocked for a moment as you study the necklace in your hand, raising it up to get a good look.
It was a very nice necklace--clearly expsenive. It was also unique too, like it was clear Joel picked this out specifically for you, not just because some jewelry teller told him to.
"Figured you might like it--matches those earrin's you're always wearin'." He notes through your amazement, obviously trying to downplay it in case you didn't like it.
"Joel, that is so thoughtful, m'gonna fucking cry again," You whine, genuinely so touched that he recognized that this necklace matched something you already wore all the time, and buying it even though it probably cost more than his light bill.
You tell him to put it on you, which he complies with quickly.
"Why didn't you give this to me sooner?" You're voice is pointed, but there is no real bite to it, just genuine gratitude.
"Probably because you started rubbing one out next to me before I could even think about it."
THE END.