Summary: Something's up with DBF!Mr Miller, he's acting different. He's hiding a perverted secret.
TAGS CONTAIN SOMEWHAT SPOILERS (at the end)
18+ DBF!Joel Miller, age gap, inexperienced reader, size difference if you squint, soft!Joel, perverted!joel, curious!reader, pinv, blowjob, Joel's an eater, creampie, daddy kink, Joel steals your panties.
Joel makes his famous spaghetti, but when he sees the way you're eating, it makes him want to use your pussy as a plate.
18+ food play, spaghetti, fingering, pussy eating, creampie, Joel eats his cum
Joels Physical
Summary: Joel comes in for his yearly prostate exam, and ends up enjoying it... a lot
18+ uncut Joel, Nurse gives Joel a physical, Joel gets fingered, anal orgasm
Friends Dad
Summary: Your friends dad comes into her room when she isnât there...
18+ Dom Joel, friends dad, bulge, pervy, cum on pussy.
Sundae
Summary: You buy Joel a sundae on the beach, but he doesnât wanna eat it normally...
18+ Joel licks fudge off your tits and pussy, your squirt in Joels mouth, food gets stuck inside you.
YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE
Summary: Your EXBF Joel fucks you, despite having a boyfriend
18+ cheating, uncut Joel, squirt, creampie, black mail if you squint, age gap.
TRUCK DRIVER!JOEL x F!READER
Summary: A perverted truck driver tries to fuck you in his truck
Warning: stranger danger, age gap, perverted Joel, begs for you to help him out, bl0wj0b, PinV.
CALL ME JOEL DBF!Joel x Reader
Summary: After returning home from college to find your parents have gone away, you are forced to live at your dad's best friend's house, Mr Miller, who loves you a lot... Maybe a bit too much.
Warning: DadsBestFriend!Joel, age gap (reader is in college), inappropriate relationship, perverted, kinda somnophilia, You are 'scared of the dark', lots of cvm, PinV, kinda size kink if you squint, reader calls Joel daddy accidentally but he doesn't mind, pet names, blood kinda???, feet, creampie.
LETS MAKE A DEAL...
Summary: Something's up with DBF!Mr Miller, he's acting different. He's hiding a perverted secret.
TAGS CONTAIN SOMEWHAT SPOILERS (at the end)
18+ DBF!Joel Miller, age gap, inexperienced reader, size difference if you squint, soft!Joel, perverted!joel, curious!reader, pinv, blowjob, Joel's an eater, creampie, daddy kink, Joel steals your panties.
JAVIER PEĂA
Put On A Show, Ride My Foot...
Summary:Javier comes back from work horny, and wants you to put on a show for him...
18+ F/M masturbation, toe fuck, foot kink, toe in mouth cum on clit
DARYL DIXON
SPY
SPY II Darylâs pov
Summary: You catch Daryl sniffing your dirty panties
18+ pantie sniffing, cumming in panties, daryl dixon jerks off and you watch, dirty daryl, pervy daryl.
RICK GRIMES
Throat Fuck
Summary: Rick Grimes uses your throat.
18+ Rick grimes throat fucks you, kinda cheating???, cum in mouth, blowjob.
EARN YOUR KEEP
Summary: after Rick saved your life, you need to earn keep in his camp.
18+ Age gap (Unspecified but big), perverted free use Rick, Rick's cock stinks/hasn't washed, sweat, blowjob, pinv, creampie.
FREE USE!RICK GRIMES x F!READER
Summary: You fuck Rick awake
Warning: Freeuse, PinV, cock grows inside, creampie, hairy Rick Grimes.
JIM HOPPER
Joel x You x Jim Hopper
Summary: You and Joels love life hasn't been great, so you both decide to try public play, but, one night sheriff Jim Hopper catches you in Starcourt mall's parking lot...
18+ age gap (20/45/41), cunnalingus, agoraphilia, cheating, Joel sits on your face, power dynamic, squirting, creampie, pure smut, cuck
PEDRO PASCAL
Trailer
Summary: You are on the set of a film when Pedro knocks on your door because his shower's broken...
18+ Pedro pascal fucks you, squirt, cock description, creampie, tasting your pussy, rough.
Clone A Willy
Summary: Pedro makes you a 'Clone A Willy' of his cock and loves the taste of your slick on it.
18+ age gap (20/45), Pedro DP's you with his clone a willy, cunnalingus, romantic, loving pedro, xmas.
ANDREW LINCOLN
Secret
Summary: You're dad (Norman) is making you stay at Andrew's house, but little does he know, you two share a secret... A wet, messy secret.
18+ age gap (20/45), dads best friend, norman is your dad, andrew cums in you and makes you squirt, andrew eats his cum out of you.
SHANE WALSH
Ravenous Sheriff!Shane Walsh x fem! reader
Summary: After your arrest, you run into one of the cops that was there that night. He accuses you of being under the influence, but gives you an easy way out...
18+ perverted cop!Shane, slightly noncon but reader secretly wants it, virgin!reader, absolutely disgusting sex, agegap, hairy shane walsh, sticky and messy gross sex, name calling, creampie, shane smells of man, this will make you cum 100%.
Summary: Something's up with DBF!Mr Miller, he's acting different. He's hiding a perverted secret.
TAGS CONTAIN SOMEWHAT SPOILERS (at the end)
18+ DBF!Joel Miller, age gap, inexperienced reader, size difference if you squint, soft!Joel, perverted!joel, curious!reader, pinv, blowjob, Joel's an eater, creampie, daddy kink, Joel steals your panties.
Summary: when in an apocalypse, morals don't exist. So being stuck with your dads old friend Joel is something to appreciate.
18+ Age gap (Unspecified but big), Joel helps you bathe, power imbalance, cock training, virgin!reader, facial, reader doesn't cum, pet names.
This was quickly written, purely for fun and horniness so there may be a few mistakes
Morals had gone out the window. To survive in a world like this, you have to get uncomfortably close.
A pan of water bubbled over the fire Joel had lit. It was for a shower, the first one youâd had in weeks. Miller always put you first. Heâd feed you, keep you warm and always let you bathe before him. Today was no different.
He put a finger in the water to check the heat.
Should be warm enough. He groans, his voice still hoarse from the attack a few weeks ago.
A family had found your apartment and tried to break in. Joel put a bullet through each of their heads, no hesitation. He wasnât taking any risks, especially after Sarah died.
Get in the bath. He says, grabbing a cloth from beside him.
Joel made the rules; you were never to resist. Following his lead, you walk towards the bathroom, the soles of your feet stinging with every step. The room is quiet and still; if anyone were close by, theyâd hear you, and it would be game over. You slowly peel off your clothes and sit in the bath. The dry tub scratched your back as you sank into relaxation. Miller grabs a small stall and places it beside you, ringing out the cloth.
Quick, before it gets cold.
You begin to gently rub your body with the cloth, starting at your neck. Grime stains the once-white fabric, before moving down to your breasts, the cold water making your nipples prick.
Joel never looked away, his eyes tracing the movement of your hands. It was normal, and you often did the same to him. Taking back the cloth, he washes it before taking over, gently rubbing your belly.
Spread your legs. He says, getting up off the stool.
He crouches over you, delicately rubbing between your folds, being especially careful around the most sensitive part. Taking your knees, you bring them to your chest, allowing him easier access.
Didnât have to ask this time. He jokes, before lowering his shorts and getting into the tub with you. Facing opposite, he slides under you, his hairy manhood now resting between your ass. The hair on his shaft tickled your soft skin.
He takes your toes into his mouth, lapping around your joints, being attentive to each one.
You think you're ready? He asks, taking a break from your feet.
Mh. You nod.
Been practising? Like I said too.
Yes.
How many can you fit now? He asks eagerly.
About three, four if I really try.
Good Girl.
You can feel his manhood start to grow under you, now prodding at the start of your pussy.
This will be good for the both of us, I promise.
Joel reaches under you and pulls his cock out. There was a reason he had asked you to practice. He was a lot of man, especially for a virgin to handle. His cock was average length, but thick⊠Beer can thick. Long, chunky veins travelled up his cock and to his head, which was blushing pink. Half of his cock and balls were hidden under a forest of dark, wiry curls, contrasting greatly with you.
Miller aligned his cock with your slit, slowly sliding it up and down your folds, sometimes tapping it on your sticky clit.
Take some deep breaths. He said, before pushing his cock half an inch in.
Fuck. You yelp, your head jolting back.
Itâs okay, Iâll go slow, I promise.
Your lips started to burn as they stretched around his length, trying to accommodate his size.
Iâm gonna push again. He says.
This time, the head of his cock gets swallowed inside of you.
The burning began to calm down, and now a pool of warmth started to gather in your tummy.
Fuck, itâs so tight. He moans, before softly thrusting again. The thickest part of him was now inside you, his precum painting your untouched walls. You squelch around him, leaking a drop of slick into his pubes.
Fuck sweetie, Iâm in.. Iâm in. Joel pants.
You could feel his cock pulse inside of you, as he started to circle your aching clit. The mix of pain and pleasure sent shockwaves down your spine as his pubes tickled your ass.
Miller sits up and places your ankles on his shoulders, watching as you expand around him. He tenderly thrusts a few times, making your pussy talk.
Are you okay? He asks, his eyes doe-like. Miller was lost in your warmth. He never looked at you that way, not since Sarah died. Maybe he was starting to find peace.
Joel grips your thighs and pushes you away from him, his cock creating a popping sound. Your vagina starts to relax again.
Get up. He says, lifting you up by the hand.
Why? You ask, but he didnât answer.
As you stood, a string of slick ran down your thigh, Miller noticed. Taking his thumb, he swipes it off of you and places it into his mouth.
It ainât comfy, princess.
Joel grabs your nipple and pulls you onto the bed.
Get on your knees. He snaps, kneeling behind you.
Without warning, he enters you again, the familiar sloppy sound filling the room.
Fuck your so warm. He utters, pushing the whole of his length inside you.
Ugh. You moan, reaching under your legs and grabbing his balls. This time Miller doesnât gently thrust; instead, he takes long strokes, ramming himself against your walls. His skin slaps against yours, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your tummy.
You know, baby, every night for weeks Iâve been dreaminâ of this sweet lilâ pussy. I didnât think youâd want it. But I was so wrong, oh baby, I was so wrong. Joel moans needily.
His hands clutch your ass, stretching your cheeks apart.
Fuck, baby, You're gonna make me cum, get on your back.
Joel removes himself from inside of you and straddles your breasts. He quickly jerks onto your lips before releasing his warm sticky load onto your face. He hunches over you, unable to deal with the intense orgasm heâd been waiting so long to release.
His load shoots straight into your eyes, blinding you with cum.
Fuck, Fuck. He pants, his cock jolting between your lips.
Miller swipes his softening cock around your face for the final time before passing you the rag.
Summary: Joels bother comes to visit, and can't help but want a slice of you..
18+ Joel shares you with Tommy, Tommy PinV, tit job, creampie, perverted.
A short one shot, part of the DBF universe.
This was quickly written, purely for fun so there may be a few mistakes
You had been fucking Mr Miller for a while now. It started off innocent; heâd teach you about your body, giving you hands-on advice. You discovered a lot about your body, and a lot about his.
At first, it felt unnatural for him to be putting his erection inside you, but as your walls moulded around him, you soon couldnât get off of him.
But hereâs where Tommy comes in. He came down one weekend and stayed with you. Of course, he questioned Joel why a young girl was staying with him, to which he told him the truth. Tommy was fine with it; in fact, he even congratulated Joel on doing so well. But things changed when, on the Saturday evening, the brothers returned from the bar.
Hey, princess. Joel slurs, placing a kiss on your forehead. His breath stunk of whiskey and cigarettes. Watcha been up to? I hope nothing naughty.
Pretty girls are always the naughtiest. Tommy adds, ruffling your hair as they both pass you.
Pouring another drink, Joel taps his knee. Come sit, princess. Your plush shorts chaffing against his worn denim jeans. Miller gently bobs his knee up and down as Tommy sits opposite, his hands travelling up your shirt and onto your breasts.
Oh Tommy, I think sheâs been a good girl this evening, donât ya think? He says, pinching your nipple.
Joel's knee begins to grow wet, your mound pulsing with every bob of his knee.
You been good tonight, sweetheart? Tommyâs tone curios. You ainât touched yourself without your old man have ya?
His words werenât a shock; Joel had told you that in the past, they had both dated each other's girlfriends.
I donât think she has Tommy, can feel maâ knee gettinâ wet.
Joel, without your permission, lifts up your shirt, revealing your boobs to Tommy.
Joel. You whisper, unsure on wether of not you should be doing this.
Hey, sweetie, the Europeans do it. We all got 'em, just yours are so big nâ squishy. His hands now cup both your breasts, watching as Tommyâs mouth falls open.
Wow, Joel, she got a beautiful pair.
Ainât she, why donât you tell Tommy he can touch em? Go on.
You hesitate, but the puppy look on his face convinces you. His hand reaches over, batting one of Joel's off of you. He grips it, much firmer than Joel and rolls your nipple between his fingers.
Joel, she is just somethinâ. I ainât never seen titties that sit so nicely.
Cmon Tommy, give her nipple a tug, she likes it.
He picnhes harder, you couldn't help but let a doft moan escape your throat.
See i told ya she likes it.
Tommy, with his free hand, begins to palm his bulge through his strained denim.
Aye, look at that sweetie, Tommyâs gotten all excited for you.
Your pussy pulses at the sight. I can feel her achinâ, Tommy, you guys take my room tonight, fuck her silly.
One of your favourite things about Mr Miller was how controlling he was over you. He knew what you wanted, and when you wanted it, you were just too shy to say.
Tommy lifts you off the wet patch on joels thigh, and leads you to his bedroom. Joel calls from behind.
Tommy, let me know when you're doneâ. I ainât sleeping in no guest room.
Tommy shoves you onto the bed, not wasting any time to remove his belt. His cock springs out, tip red from where it had been rubbing in his jeans.
Take 'em off. He says, before mounting you, placing his dick between your tits. Tommy catches a look at your pussy, quickly tickling your clit with his fingers.
Fuck, Joelâs hit the jackpot.
A long, thick string of saliva falls out of his mouth and onto his length. He slowly pumps his cock through your cleavage, pressing his slit into your nipples.
Soon enough, your top half was covered in his warm, sticky saliva, thrusting so hard his hairy balls were slapping your skin.
Fuck, baby. Joelâs one lucky guy.
He quickly moves down your body, reaching your aching pussy. Without warning, he thrusts inside, sending a sharp pain through your abdomen. It felt so good.
Tommyâs cock was different to Joels. It was thinner, maybe a bit longer and somehow had more hair at its base. It gave you a completely different sensation. Joel stretched you out, which felt amazing, but Tommy hit that spot Joel couldnât always.
Fuck TOMMY. You moan. He lifts your knees to your chest, watching his cock get swallowed by your tightness.
Fuck baby, this might be the tightest pussy Iâve ever fucked. Tommy leans in, thrusting less, but harder. Fuck pumpkin, moan for me, let Joel know how good my dick feels inside you.
You follow his orders, not because you felt like you had to, but because he was fucking you extremely well. Tommy takes his thumb and places it on your red, swollen clit. Fuck baby, you gonna cum for me? Cum all on this dick.
Tommy must have felt your walls clench around him, because as he rapidly rubbed your clit you exploded over him. You came so hard your abs hurt, you started to see stars.
FUCK TOMMY- You yelled, as he continued to slap your pussy.
The warm juices started to consume Tommyâs cock, he couldnât take it anymore. He got up again and brought your toes to his mouth.
Fuck, Iâm gonna nut inside your tight lilâ pussy, get you fucking pregnant.
Tommy started tow down as you felt his cock twitch inside of you, squirting his thick, creamy load over your walls.
He collapses into you, his now soft cock, slipping out of your pussy. Followed by his cum. He kisses your tummy, taking long laps of your sweet slick that had squirted onto your belly.
Let's get Joel and show him how good youâve been to me. Yeah?
Summary: Something's up with DBF!Mr Miller, he's acting different. He's hiding a perverted secret.
TAGS CONTAIN SOMEWHAT SPOILERS (at the end)
18+ DBF!Joel Miller, age gap, inexperienced reader, size difference if you squint, soft!Joel, perverted!joel, curious!reader, pinv, blowjob, Joel's an eater, creampie, daddy kink, Joel steals your panties.
Written for fun, so there may be mistakes.
You had been staying with Mr Miller regularly, a few weeks here and there when you were down from college. It was perfect, you had gotten to live the life you always wanted, with an older man who cared so deeply for you, but sometime in the past week, something had changedâŠ
Now, every time Miller would pass your room, his head would be down, avoiding any sort of interaction with you. It never used to be this way.
At dinner, heâd eat his food disconcertingly fast, leaving the table before you got to finish. Heâd leave for work even earlier than before, not giving you a chance to say good morning. Heâd even stopped doing small favours for you, like washing your clothes or dropping you off at your friend's house.
Something was up; this wasnât the Mr Miller you grew up with.
After walking home from your friends', youâd expected Miller to be out. Either at work or with Tommy, but he wasnât. Joel was in the kitchen, making himself food. The silhouette of his broad shoulders centred your gaze. You place your overnight bag on the table and walked to the fridge. Miller glances at you, not saying a word.
What is it? You ask, pouring yourself a cold glass of orange juice and sitting at the table, hoping to get something out of him.
Pasta. He mumbles.
Nice. You say, gulping down the remains of the sweet liquid. That's it? Just pasta?
Tomato.
Miller was cold; he couldnât even look you in the eye. Instead, his attention was outside, in the garden.
You okay? You ask, hoping that this time you wouldn't get the same blunt response.
Yeah, yeah. Going out with Tommy tonight, will be back late. You can order food. Joel turns around, finally facing somewhat in your direction.
Oh, okay.
Your eyes go shallow at the fact that heâs not making dinner for both of you, like he used to. Instead, heâs being like your dad used to be. No care, no love and definitely not emotion. Joel was completely stoic.
He left around eight, calling out as he shut the door. You were in your room, not bothering to reply. Heâd shut it too quickly for him to hear anyway.
As the sun began to set, you lay in bed, wondering what had gone wrong. Miller was a loving man, so it must have been you, something you did, said. Maybe you were just around too much for him to enjoy it.
Your weight sank deep into the mattress, drifting in and out of sleep. The sound of birds tweeting faintly disappears into nothing. You were now left with yourself. Soon, the light which was once pouring through your blinds faded into complete darkness.
You awoke a while later to the sound of Joelâs bedroom door slamming shut. The house ricochets as a result of his force. Still half asleep, you sit up, rubbing your eyes and humming with annoyance. The room spun with tiredness, and your heart began to beat the irregular pattern you knew so well.
Growing up, a lot of times youâd go to bed hungry. Too stressed to relax. The night would usually end in an argument between you and your parents. Youâd tell yourself it would be fine in the morning, but the cycle always repeated.
Sometimes youâd wake up with your hand clenching your chest, with what should be a normal heartbeat, instead of arrhythmia. The room you grew up in would stay dormant, cold, and dark. Posters from your favourite bands would be ripped off the wall or half-hanging off. A place that shouldâve been safe wasnât, so you had to get out.
That's where college came in. Despite growing up in a stressful household, moving away was difficult. It was a change of routine, a change in location. And even though consistency was something that you craved, it still weighed heavily.
It took some time to adapt; for the first few weeks, you thought youâd have to quit and go home, the worry was too much to handle. But before you knew it, your life had changed. Now you rarely visited home. That was until you saw Mr Miller.
Miller had always been a consistent older figure in your life; you could say the only one. So naturally, you two reconnected after coming back for the holidays. You had met him for lunch one day and told him about college life and how it made you feel about home, and without a second thought, he offered his place. Although it was rather unconventional for you to be living at your dadâs friend's house, it gave you an opportunity to be in the town you grew up in, without having to face the wrath of your parents and be able to make positive memories there.
It started off as a one-time thing, staying at his house for the night. It gave you the fix you so desperately craved. The accustomed singing of the birds, the beautiful countryside and a familiar person who cared about you. But those once-a-semester visits soon turned into every trimester, then every month. Youâd go half a year without contact with your parents, only ever returning for summer or Christmas, but it was better that way, better for all of you.
As expected, your relationship with Joel changed. He wasnât just your âdadâs friendâ anymore; he was your friend. Someone who could guide you through early adulthood. Youâd wake up to a bowl of fruit every morning, a fresh loaf of bread for lunch and some extremely tasty family recipe for dinner. Miller had morphed into the person you so severely needed. But somewhere, something went wrong.
Morning wakes you up with the sun bleeding through the shitty blinds in Miller's spare room. Your skin felt sticky with perspiration, and the sheets were strewn along the floor. Placing the soft soles of your feet onto the cold wooden floor, you walk to the window and open it. The fresh summerâs breeze dries your sweltered skin, alleviating any stress from the night before. Miller was mowing the yard, stripping the dead grass and revealing itâs green. You traced his movements as he walked back and forth, making a pretty pattern on the lawn. Itâs usually how he spends his days off, outside either gardening or just pottering about. He needed it badly, you knew that Millerâs business stressed him out, but after the past few days, the realisation hit.
Youâd never pay for anything, never helping to cook, sometimes youâd clean, but even then, heâd still have to go over what you had done just because youâd half-assed it. You were straining him, running him to the ground, so you had to change.
Rummaging through your drawers, you tried to find something clean to put on, but couldnât find much, so an old pair of shorts and a t-shirt would have to do.
The floorboards creaked under your limping weight as you hauled your laundry basket down the stairs. With every step you took, underwear and socks fell out, leaving a trail down into the kitchen. Miller stood in the doorway that connected the kitchen to the garden, chugging a bottle of water. The gray t-shirt he was wearing clung to his soaked skin, and the buttons on his shorts had been undone.
Morning. You mumble as you pass him. The smell of his warm musk filled your nostrils. Had a good night?
Joel pauses mid-sip, panting at the labour heâd just done. Sure. Just went for a few drinks with Tommy.
Oh, howâs he? You ask. Havenât seen him in a while.
The man pauses before taking another large gulp. Ah, heâs alright. Heâs findinâ it hard without his girl around.
Theyâd broken up around a month ago, Tommy was in bits. It turns out sheâd been sleeping around behind his back, so Tommy kicked her out.
Thatâs why Iâve liked havinâ you around. Makes it easier with Sarah gone.
Confused was the only word that could describe the way you felt. All the dread you had felt about being a burden was instantly lifted. It was like everything had gone back to normal. He was now making eye contact, forming full sentences and not being moody. Is this what it feels like to have kids? If so, you never ever want to have them.
A few hours had passed when you decided to lie on one of the lawn chairs outside. Mr Miller was still working away, pulling weeds out of the bushes and piling them in front of you.
By the time Iâm done, this thing will be taller than you. He teases as he places down another handful.
Iâm not a little girl anymore joel, itâs gonna take a while.
I know, I know. He mutters. You donât even call me Mr Miller anymore.
Up until this year, youâd never used his first name. There was no reason why; itâs just how you had grown up. A way to show respect for people older than you, one of the stupid rules your parents had enforced.
The view of the garden was picturesque. It was filled with pretty pink peonies and bright yellow daffodils, as well as other various plants you couldnât name. A dense collection of lily trees had been placed around the perimeter, allowing not only some privacy but also a place for bees to propagate. The lush greenery was something to thank Miller for, as he spent his days off making sure the earth was well-manicured.
Itâs what your idea of heaven was, drifting in and out of sleep with the birds thrilling around you. It almost made you forget the stress from the past week; it felt like you were home again.
You wake up to find the garden empty, a cool breeze pricking at your skin. Miller mustâve gone for a shower or started on dinner.
The damp grass tickled your feet as you stepped inside, rubbing them dry against the mat. Your bare soles padded softly across the oak floor, making a quiet pat-pat toward the stairs. You looked up, expecting the sound of the shower or the thud of his heavy pacing, but the air held only silence. As you climbed toward the second floor, the old pipes groaned behind the walls, a low, mechanical cough echoing through the plaster. You nudged the bathroom door, watching it swing open with a soft click against the wall. The room was empty, the air still damp and smelling of stale soap. Miller wasn't there. You turned toward the end of the hallway, where his bedroom door stood slightly ajar, a narrow sliver of shadow cutting across the floorboards. Leaning forward, you peek inside. You were instantly hit with the familiar smell of his pine body wash, something that Joel had used consistently for years. You lean further, peaking around the corner towards his bed. What you see stops your heart mid-beat. Your eyes travel up slowly, Millerâs silhouette, starting at his feet, which were hanging off the mattress and moving toward his thighs. His boulder-like legs were revealed; he was completely naked, no longer wearing the shorts he had on earlier. You watched as his thick and sturdy chest moved with a gentle, fleshy bounce as his hand gently massaged his growing manhood. The long muscles of his forearm coiled and uncoiled with every stroke he made, while gently rubbing his tanned calves together.
A hot flush of shame prickled your neck. You shouldn't be here, and you certainly shouldn't be looking. But your eyes refused to move . The air grew thick with shame; it felt like you were trapped, unable to leave when deep down you knew you could. Instead, you sank deeper into the shadow. Your breath silently hitching, barely moving, scared he might catch you watching.
His body was fascinating, the way his toes would curl every time heâd get to his sensitive tip, or the way heâd bare his teeth when it became too much. He shouldâve shut the door. You think, trying to convince yourself that it was his fault for you catching him. But it wasnât.
Your pulse began to thump in the back of your throat. Youâd betrayed him, his trust. After heâd basically raised you. What you were doing was unforgivable.
Miller lay completely exposed, oblivious to your presence. His hand moved rhythmically along the length of his erection, but it was the pink fabric in his other hand that caught your eye. He pressed it against his face, inhaling sharply as his tongue traced the cotton, his breathing heavy and aggressive. When he pulled the fabric away from his mouth and lowered it toward himself, the truth finally hit you.
You gasped, the sound escaping before you could stop it. That wasn't a towel, it was your underwear. He was slicking his own fluids across the crotch and waistband. You were close enough to see how long this had been happening; the fabric was stiff and discoloured with layers of dried patches. The original baby pink was lost under dark, brittle stains. Your heart hammered against your ribs, and as you clamped a hand over your mouth to stifle a sob, the sound only seemed to echo louder in the quiet room.
Millerâs head snapped toward the door. His mouth hung open, your underwear still clutched against him. The blood drained from his face, his eyes wide and darting with panic. He scrambled to throw a blanket over himself, but it was too late. You turned and stumbled out of the room, the image burned into your mind.
Wait!! He calls out, but you were already halfway down the stairs by the time his bedroom door swung open. You sobbed, the world blurring into a muffled haze as you fled. Stumbling back into the garden, you collapsed onto the chair and pulled your knees to your chest, tears of shock and grief stinging your cheeks.
A few moments later, Miller emerged, having thrown on some clothes. He approached with hesitant, heavy steps before sinking into the chair opposite yours. You peeked behind your forearm, looking up to see Joel's face.
I am so sorry you saw that. I-. I donât. Miller trailed off, unable to string a coherent sentence together. He was suffocating under the weight of his own shame. You lowered your eyes, unable to endure the searing awkwardness of his gaze, but as you looked down, you were met with something else, causing Miller's words to fade.
A shadow pooled beneath the thick ridge, disrupting the line of his pyjamas. His hand brushed the front of his pants, momentarily highlighting the solid bulk resting there. Your gaze was unable to break from it. Not once in your life had you ever thought of him this way, but after what you had seen, itâs all you could focus on. The fabric of his pants was straining against his manhood, causing a rigid mound to form. The stripes on his pyjamas, which were once straight, were now warped around his tension. It was like he wasnât trying to hide it.
Hello?- He cuts through, disrupting your train of thought. Are you gonna say anything?
Millerâs voice had turned ice-cold. The warmth of his earlier shame was gone, replaced by a brittle, defensive edge. This was a secret he had battled with for a long time, a dark compulsion heâd kept buried. Part of you wondered if getting caught was a mercy, a way to finally strip away the crushing weight of his guilt. But as you looked at him, you realised that wasnât what he was thinking at all. He was distressed
I donât know what to say. You mumble, your salty tears drying on your cheek. Iâm- Iâm just confused.
I know, I know, so am I. I donât know how I let it happen. He places his head in his hands.
You couldnât help but let your eyes wander back down to his pants. Although Miller didnât know you had been watching, it made you feel better that he had an equally dark secret, his friend's daughter's panties.
Your eyes squint at the bulge in his pants, trying to make out where the shaft ends. The hem of his pants separated his sack into two large balls, swollen with desire. What if you hadnât scoffed and just let him finish? Watch him paint your underwear with ropes of his sticky fluid.
Your perspective shifted with dizzying speed. The initial waves of embarrassment and shock began to recede, leaving a strange curiosity. You had never witnessed something so raw, someone touching themselves with such intent, and specifically doing so to a piece of your clothing. The realisation that your scent and your bodyâs imprint had triggered that level of desperation in him was as intoxicating as it was disturbing.
Howâd it feel? The question cut through the heavy air, sharp and sudden. As soon as the words left your lips, a lump of regret formed in your throat, thick and hard to swallow. Millerâs head snapped up, his eyebrows furrowing into a deep, confused line.
What? he asked, his voice barely a whisper. He looked at you as if he hadn't heard correctly, or perhaps as if he couldn't believe you had the nerve to ask.
Howâd it feel? You repeated, your voice steadier this time.
Millerâs expression hardened, the shock turning into a cold, defensive wall. Thatâs not an appropriate thing to ask someone, he snapped, his gaze narrowing. Especially not me.
Oh really? But using your friend's daughter's panties to jerk off into isn't? Your explicit choice of words cut his throat.
Um... He faltered, his eyes darting away as he struggled to find a foothold in the conversation. I think... I think this is a conversation for later. When itâs not as... fresh. He shifted in his seat, the discomfort radiating off him in waves, clearly desperate for an exit.
You trust me, donât you? The question was quiet, almost gentle, but it carried a weight that made him freeze.
Trust you? Miller repeated the words as if they were a foreign concept. He looked at you then, the cold defensiveness in his eyes flickering with a sudden, raw vulnerability. The silence between you stretched, no longer just awkward, but heavy with the implication that his secret had handed you a tether, and you were starting to pull.
How about you let me help you?
Help me? Sweetheart. Miller let out a sharp, jagged breath that was almost a laugh. He leans forward, baring his teeth in a way that wasn't quite a smile, more like a warning. Iâm forty-six, sweetie, youâre not gonna be helping me.
Why? You asked, your voice small but insistent. You watched him closely, your doe eyes fixed on his until the hard line of his shoulders began to sag. The silence stretched between you, heavy and thick, as you slowly wore down his resolve.
Miller looked away, his jaw tight as he struggled with the words. How would you even... He trailed off, gesturing vaguely between the two of you, his face flushing a deep, dark red. You know. How would that even work?
Miller was just as curious as you, of course, he was. The man was huffing your dirty panties for God's sake, why would he turn this down?
Maybe you could teach me a thing or two?
Miller didn't move. He sat perfectly still, his gaze fixed on you as if he were seeing you for the first time, not just as his friendâs daughter, but as a source of temptation. The patronising edge heâd used before vanished. You could see the internal war playing out. He was no longer the one in control; His secrets had stripped him of his authority, and your offer was an easy way out.
Are you trynaâ tell me you wanna suck my dick? Miller's eyes grew dark; his desire that heâd kept secret for so long was out in the open. Something heâd never thought was possible. Your eyes drifted back to his bulge for the third time; this time, it twitched under your gaze, his balls softly bouncing with temptation.
Your head gently nods as your tongue laps around your bottom lip.
Well, sweetie, youâre gonna have to use your words if you want somethinâ. He says. His large digits travel across his thigh and onto his soft mound. If you wanna touch, you gotta use that pretty mouth of yours to say.
Miller squeezed the base of his cock, sending a chill of goosebumps down your back.
I wanna suck your dick, Mr Miller. You moan.
atta girl. He says. Miller had finally allowed his dark thoughts to take over; there were no secrets between you anymore.
You trail behind Joel as he leads you up the stairs. His peachy ass is tensing with each stride until you arrive at his bedroom.
The blankets lay discarded on the floor, kicked aside in his frantic rush to catch you. The pair of baby pink panties lay beside his pillow, mangled from his affection. Taking a closer look, you see the layers of his dried cum and spit. A man, so obsessed with you, went as far as stealing a pair of your dirty underwear, just so he could taste you. It was shocking; Miller always seemed like a nice, well-rounded guy, but his mind was corrupted with perverted desires.
You stand at the foot of the bed, rooted to the spot as Miller peels away his shirt with agonising slowness, the fabric clinging to his damp skin before revealing the tan, expansive swell of his torso. His pudgy stomach, soft and heavy, spills over the elastic waistband of his pyjamas, obscuring the seam entirely. Above, his chest is broad and fleshy, twitching with a thick, rhythmic tremor that marks every laboured breath he takes. Coarse, dark hair sprouted in dense patches around his nipples, narrowing into a thick, unruly line that split his manly torso. This rugged trail of hair tracked downward, disappearing beneath the low-slung waistband of his trousers. His hands travelled the surface of his chest, twirling at the hairs and pinching his nipples. His mouth hung open, wet with excitement as the man molested you with his gaze.
Youâve already seen me. he whispered, his voice a low rasp that seemed to catch in the quiet of the room. Are you going to let me see you? Princess⊠He leaned back against the headboard, his gaze fixed on you with an intense, unyielding focus as you reached for the hem of your tank top. Thatâs it, he murmured, a sharp exhale escaping him as he watched you. No need to be shy.
You watched as his hands moved toward the waistband of his pants, his fingers hooking beneath the edge.
Cmon baby, do it for Mr Miller. He cooed.
Reaching behind, you unbuckle the clasp on your bra. Your lush, overflowing curves flopped out of the fabric, nipples hardening under Miller's presence.
Wow. I mean, I must say youâve got some nice tits. His eyes scan your silhouette with a mixture of awe and greed. His hand begins to move frantically in his pants, no longer hiding his erection. Why donât ya let Mr Miller have a touch, huh?
Without a moment's pause, you knelt on the bed in front of him and straddled his legs. Miller let out a low hum as his hands reached up, his grip tightening against the curves of the lower back and hips, squeezing at your perky ass. Oh, baby, this is so wrong. What if your dad finds out? He moans, continuing to grope your body, before reaching your firm breasts. He plays with them, although they were big, somehow Miller's hands still covered the entirety of them.
A soft, broken moan escaped your lips, echoing in the quiet room. Miller looked up, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face.
Oh, you like that, princess? You like it when I pinch your nipples?
Timidly, you can only nod in response.
Uh uh baby, use those words of yours. He punctuated the demand by catching your peaks between his fingers again, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch.
Fuck Mr Miller, yes. Yes, I like it. You gasp, finally shifting forward to lower yourself onto his lap.
No, bad girl. He tuts sharply. He gave your nipples a sudden, firm twist that sent a jolt through your system. No cussing in this house. Do you understand?
Yes, Mr Miller. You cry, finally letting go of your breasts.
Joelâs eyes grew glazed and dark, a film of lust clouding his gaze as he leaned in close. His voice was a low, gritty rasp against your ear, thick with a perversion.
Ya feel that, sweetheart?
He remained perfectly still, his intense gaze locked on yours, searching for a reaction. The silence in the room stretched thin, heavy with the weight of his question. A steady, insistent pulse began to thrum beneath you, the sensation vibrating through the thin fabric of your shorts. Something blunt and hefty was prodding at you, pushing with a rhythmic pulse. Miller didn't pull away; instead, he bucked his hips upward, his entire weight pulsating against you as he drove himself into your seat.
Thatâs Mr Miller's cock, baby. This is what youâve done to him. Miller's eyes frown at the sight of your tits as they hang over his face. I ainât been this hard in years, honny. A low, desperate whine broke from Millerâs throat as he ground his hips harder against you, his movements frantic and heavy. The pressure was so intense that the smooth, swollen head of his member had slipped past the waistband of his trousers, glistening and slick. A bead of clear fluid escaped the narrow opening at the tip, trailing down the flushed skin.
Wow, you breathed, a soft moan vibrating in your chest. You reached down, pressing the pad of your finger against the hot, sensitive peak. It was tacky and searing to the touch. When you slowly pulled your finger away, a shimmering, translucent string of slick stretched between the tip of his length and your fingertip.
Taste it, baby, he urged, his voice thick and strained. Itâs good for you.
The pad of your finger pressed slowly against your tongue, the heat of your mouth meeting the slick, salty residue. A sharp tang flooded your senses, a heavy, metallic bitterness. It tasted like him: raw, masculine, and undeniable. Miller watched with hooded eyes, his breath hitching as he witnessed your reaction to the pungent flavour of his precum.
It made you dampen, under Joel's sensual thrusts; you were practically dripping. He continued to dig himself into you, your pussy swallowing the gray shorts that once kept you somewhat modest. His hands are placed firmly on your thighs as his sicky tip drags across the fabric. It was big, bigger than you expected. Despite having seen it earlier, being so close made you realise how much of a man he was. After each hump, Miller's pyjamas slowly unwraveled, exposing his hairy manhood. A bulky, brown cock, etched with thick veins, began to jump with excitement. His flushed pink tip flooding with wetness.
You ever seen one so big before? So hairy. He asks, baring his teeth as he slows down his thrusts.
No, Mr Miller. Nodding with a forced sense of innocence while trying to hold his gaze.
Well, if you show me your pretty pussy, I might just let you try it, sweetheart.
The man's fingers traced the tattered seam of your shorts before hooking the waistband with his finger. With a slow and deliberate motion, he began to slide the fabric down, gradually revealing your soft skin beneath. Miller didnât wait for answers; he did as he pleased, pulling the garment entirely off.
Fuck, thatâs the pussy of a princess. He moans, placing a finger between your rosy lips. Gently, he parts your soaked vagina, revealing your strawberry insides, spilling with juices.
You ainât ever been touched before. He knows, his eyes never breaking from your crotch.
As you had done to him, Miller removes his finger and places it onto his tongue, sucking on it like a dummy.
You taste too sweet to be used.
His eyes linger over your body, scanning every inch before rewarding you with the gift he had promised.
On your knees. He urges, sitting himself up. Miller pulls his pants off and throws them onto the floor. His cock rests against his belly button, thumping with excitement. Your lips find the coarse warmth of his thighs as you arch toward him.
Now baby. Take it slow, I donât want you hurtinâ yourself. Miller strokes your hair as he pushes his cock towards your mouth. His tip drags along your forehead, then your nose, before finally reaching your drooling mouth. You inhale deeply, your senses tingling at the scent of his warm, sweaty musk, as well as the dried precum from earlier. Gradually, you open your mouth, sticking your tongue on the underbelly of his shaft. Deliberately, you begin to lick from the base, up to the tip, his salty skin making your taste buds dance.
Fuck. He moans as your warm mouth envelops his sticky tip.
It was a lot to fit in your mouth, your cheeks were bursting at the seams, but Miller wanted it too badly to stop. So, he wraps your hair into his fist and forcefully pushes your head down. Spit spurts out the openings of your mouth, painting his dark, coarse pubes with your sticky saliva.
The further he pushed, the harder his veins would pulse into your cheeks, making your jaw ache with tension. You begin to slop over his penis, suctioning him even further down your throat.
You look up at him, your eyes filled with water as he opens his mouth in concentration.
Fuck, me, sweetheart. So- fuckinâ warm. So tight. He hums as you gag on his length.
The room filled with the most disgusting sounds of you lapping around his cock, gagging and choking on your own spit, but you could only moan at the pleasure he was giving you.
You like it? He pants. Say it, say you like my big fat cock stuffed inside your throat.
Choking on your words, you can only let out a gargled yes before he removes himself entirely.
You are left gasping for air, as a mix of spit and salty slick floods out of your mouth and onto his thighs.
Miller caresses your aching cheeks before slapping his soaked cock onto your face. Staining you with his perversions. Before, his eyes were bright, wide, but now they grew dark and hooded. Mr Miller was about to fuck you up.
He slides under your cunt, gently nuzzling your entrance. Sit on me. He demands, grabbing your ass and slowly lowering you down onto his face.
The sensation is like no other. It's warm, prickly and wet. His nose gently parts your folds as you tongue teases your hole.
Fuck-. I mean, god Mr Miller. You whine as he makes out with your pussy. It was wet, messy, and most of all gut-wrenchingly sensitive. The mix of his stubble, teasing your ass and his tongue diving in and out of your lips made your core ache with warmth. You could feel your cheeks grow rosy as he left no part of you untouched. From your puckered ass to your swollen clit, he sucked, spat, and hummed until his face was completely soaked in your cum.
Fuck, you taste so sweet. He said, taking breaks from eating you out. You like this old man eating your pussy? Yeah?
His language was shocking. Twenty-four hours ago, you couldnât imagine him being face-first inside you, but he was. And it made you so unbareably horny.
Yes, yes, sir. You moan, unable to speak a coherent sentence. The nerves you once had were gone, and now you were rubbing yourself all over his nose. Miller's mouth gurgled as he tried to swallow your fluid, but the old man couldnât keep up. He suddenly pushes himself off of you, gasping for air as he grabs your face and shoves you into his pillow.
Listen sweetheart. He spits. We had a deal: you show me that cute lilâ pussy of yours, and you could suck my dick. But I donât want you to suck my dick. Okay?
Okay. Your words are muffled by the feathers as he pushes the back of your head harder.
Iâm gonna fuck your cunt until you cum over my dick. Deal?
Yes, Mr Mill- but before you could finish, his cock was already lining your entrance. His precum begins to paint your swollen lips.
He had warned you before that it wouldnât fit, but you didnât want to believe him. But after seeing how big it was compared to you, maybe he was right.
Miller glides his cock up and down your folds, gently parting them. It felt so unnatural for a man to be touching you there, the place where your parents said was only for your husband. Not for dadâs friend Mr Miller.
He pushes himself in, just the tip. A loud squelch filled the room, a mix of both his and your arousal. You gasp at the sensation, your pussy stretching far beyond its limits, just to fit his tip. He grabs onto your ass for stability as he drives himself further in. Your lips are stinging around his manhood.
FUCK MILLER. You scream as he rips you in half. It felt so good. His cock stretching your virgin walls sent your clit thumping. It didnât take long for you to engulf him fully, his cock far in your tummy.
Ugh fuck Miller, it feels so- so.
Good huh? You like how my cock fills your soaked pussy? He hums into your ear as he lies on top of you, his body weight crushing your body.
He pumps in and out, his pubes tickling your ass hole, his balls slapping your skin.
Uhhhhhh. A long, low moan releases from deep within his stomach. Fuck, itâs so tight, baby, so fucking tight.
He had completely melted inside you; any last authority he had over you was gone.
His cock, warm, twitched deep inside of you as his calloused hands spread your ass apart. Miller's tongue began to lick deep inside your ear, sending a trail of goosebumps down your back. The thrusts were electric as his hips bucked into you. The room was filled with sounds of skin slapping, Miller's deep, low hums and your long, whining moans. Your velvet skin is being ruined under his rough, experienced body. Mr Miller knew how to please a woman and knew how to leave his mark.
His cock pops out of your cunt, a signal that it's time to change position.
Get on your back, I wanna watch you stretch around me. He said.
You get onto your back and bring your knees to your chest. Miller aligns his chode between you, before thrusting in again, this time not hurting so bad. He anchors you down, holding your knees for stability as the once soft thrusts turn aggressive. His brows furrow, and his eyes roll back at the intense tingling in his tip. Your pussy was seeping with sticky juice as his balls slapped against your ass hard. He was about to cum, but not before you. A deep, searing heat began to grow in your belly, your fingers and toes sweating at the long, hard humps of Mr Miller. Your vision begins to blur, and your eyes cross as the pain in your belly is released over his cock. Sticky squirts of cum explode onto him and his bed, showering his body with your innocence.
Fuck- daddy. You moan as your clit is hit with pins and needles. I, I feel like I'm gonna pee-
That's it baby, let it out, don't be shy. It's okay. Fuck babygirl, cum over daddy. He says, shocked at the amount of cum a girl of your size could produce. His wiry pubes were now glued together, stuck down to his skin, and his cock began to pulse faster inside you. His cock twitches before letting out a low, extremely loud moan. FUCKKKKKKK, princess Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. As his hot sticky cum paints your virgin insides.
The man cums so much, it canât help but escape. Seeping out of the sides of your pussy. His cock begins to soften inside you, before pulling it out completely. It makes a squelching sound, followed by trails of his cum, feeding down your ass hole and onto his sheets. He had ruined you entirely; your body was never going to be the same.
Miller gets up and picks up your pink panties from before. He gently wipes your pussy and ass clean of his cum, before putting them back into his drawer.
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Summary: After returning home from college to find your parents have gone away, you are forced to live at your dad's best friend's house, Mr Miller, who loves you a lot... Maybe a bit too much.
Warning: DadsBestFriend!Joel, age gap (reader is in college), inappropriate relationship, perverted, kinda somnophilia, You are 'scared of the dark', lots of cvm, PinV, kinda size kink if you squint, reader calls Joel daddy accidentally but he doesn't mind, pet names, blood kinda???, feet, creampie.
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I have not proof read this so there may be some mistakes
You were home for the summer. Well, not really home because you were staying at Mr Miller's, your dad's friend from college. You had grown up with him around. Heâd take you on day trips to the beach, shopping and treat you to dinner. You loved him very much; he was always a second home for you, especially when your parents would act up.
Your parents had marital problems. Both of them were cheating on each other, which ended in a divorce, just for them to get married again, a few months later.
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Mr Miller had been your rock through it all, allowing you to stay when they argued or, in this case, when they left for their second honeymoon just days before you returned from college.
But you preferred it this way, Mr Miller made you feel safe, seen and would actually ask you how your day was instead of rolling your eyes and calling you lazy.
âMiller worked during the day, six days a week, so you rarely saw him in the mornings. Heâd usually leave out breakfast for you; this morning, it was a bowl of fruit and some cereal. He had also left a note. âHopefully youâre up before Iâm back from work, use this twenty dollars to rent a film and buy us some popcorn for tonight.â
You felt your stomach sink a little. Mr Miller had already been cooking you food, picking you up from your friends and now giving you money? Sure, it was for both of you, but it was still a kind gesture. Your parents would never.
Evening rolled around fast, youâd gone out to the shops to buy some snacks and found a film. Friday the 13th. Itâs a film you remember him talking about wanting to see; it wasn't exactly your thing, but it was the least you could do considering he had paid for it. You decided to quickly hop into the shower as you could feel the summer's heat clinging to your clothes.
His small bathroom filled with condensation as you stepped into the shower, washing away yesterday's dirt. You lather Joelâs 2-in-1 shampoo and body wash onto your skin, the suds rolling down your thighs. It smelt of him. The warm musky scent brings you comfort as you slowly rub it into your tummy. But your shower was cut short with a hard knock on the door.
Hey sweetie, donât wanna cut you short, but I am filthy.
You quickly wrap yourself in a towel and open the door to find Miller leaning against the wall. He has a grin on his face.
I am very happy with that choice. He laughs, placing his dry hands on your damp shoulders. Miller scoots past you, into the bathroom.
I was thinking. He said while peeling the shirt off his body. We could get some takeout, some pizza. His eyes widen towards you. But you weren't listening, you were too distracted by him. His body, his tanned skin, the way little droplets of sweat rolled off his large chest and down towards the hair on his bloated belly. You knew that he was well-built, but this was the first time seeing him shirtless in years, and his body had changed; instead of the lean muscles and tiny waist, he had aged. His stomach is now larger, built like a wall.
Hello! He interrupts you listening?
Yes, yes, yes. You nod, your face flushed in embarrassment.
Hope youâre not this bad in school, honey. He teased, shutting the door. You walk towards the room you were staying in, hearing his belt fall to the floor, wishing you could have one last look.
You knew it was wrong, but you didnât feel bad. You couldnt help having a crush on him, and besides, heâd never pursue you... Obviously.
Miller takes a while to come back down, finally arriving in some wide-legged grey pyjamas and a black top which looked one size too small. You, similalu were wearing some soft shorts which were too, too small for you. Miller plonks himself next to you, putting the popcorn in his lap.
What pizza do you want? He says, scrolling through the options on his phone.
Just cheese, please.
Still? His head turns to you. You still eat that? No meat or veggies?
You only shake your head in response.
You have not changed one bit, sweetheart.
The pizza takes ages to arrive, and when it does, itâs cold. You donât mind, but Miller, nearing fifty, does. Every bite he takes, he shakes his head in disappointment.
Is yours this cold? He says, taking the half-eaten slice out of your hand, taking a bite. Yep, just as cold.
Mr Miller. You giggle
Hey, what have I said about calling me Miller? Call me Joel. Iâm not your teacher.
Okay, Joel.
It gets to nine before you turn the movie on. With your tummy full, you canât help but doze off. You rest your head on the arm of the couch and tuck your knees into your chest, your eyelids fluttering. You fall asleep to the sound of screams and dramatic music, but wake up to complete silence and darkness. Being half asleep, you imagine you're still in bed before you feel Joel's arms scoop you up. Your eyes flutter open just enough to register his face; his salt-and-pepper beard, his deep-set eyes crinkling with tiredness.
Easy there, sweetie, he murmurs, his voice low and rough. Movie's over. Time for bed.
He carries you up the stairs, your body pressed against his soft yet chiselled chest. You can feel the steady thump of his heart under your cheek. His hands are firmly placed, one cradling your back, the other under your thighs, fingers splayed just a bit too close to the curve of your ass. You're too tired to decide whether or not he should be touching you like that.
By the time he reached your room, his grip had tightened imperceptibly. He lowers you onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he lingers, kneeling on the mattress as he tugs the covers up over you. His hand brushes your arm, his calloused palm rough against your skin.
You stir, mumbling something incoherent, and his eyes darken. Joel swallows hard, his jaw clenching as he watches you settle.
Fuck, he thinks, but he doesn't say it. He knew exactly why you were flustered earlier, he wasnt an idiot. The way your eyes softened as you glossed over his body, your cheeks growing pink from when he had interrupted your daydream.
You kick the sheets off yourself.
Too hot, Joel. You mumbled, kicking them off the bed. Joel couldn't help but let his eyes glaze over you, the way your already short shorts had ridden up even further or how the dainty strap of your tank top is now resting on your shoulder. He's carried you before, but not for ages. Tonight it was different.
He leans in, kissing you on the cheek, inhaling the scent of your hair.
You smell like me. He whispers. Planting two more kisses on your ear.
Your body shoots with tingles, travelling from the ear he kissed all the way down to where your shorts rode up. You softly groan at him pulling away.
Joel stands slowly, trying to shake it off, but his body betrays him. The bulge in his pants is unmistakable, straining against the soft plush of his pjâs. He adjusts himself discreetly, rolling his balls between his fingers. He hunches over, hoping to hide the tent in his pants and slowly tiptoes out of the room, giving you one last glance.
Joel lies awake in bed, his mind racing. Years of treating you like family, cooking those breakfasts, the movie nights where he'd ruffle your hair and call you 'sweetie.' But under it all, there's been this pull, this heat building since you walked through his door.
You shift in bed, your leg kicking the blanket aside, exposing more of your thigh. You hadnât realised that Joel had left just seconds before. The room is dark and silent; every now and then, the silence is broken by a creak in the floorboards. The house was breathing, that's what your father would tell you when you were younger. When you were scared to be alone in the dark. Maybe you were just trying to excuse the feelings you had for Joel by masking it with fear.
You decide to get out of bed and go to Joel's room. Your feet didn't make as much sound as Joel's. You didânt have to go far, his room was just opposite. You place your hand on the door, which had already been left ajar and push it open, finding Joel in the same position you were in. His legs sprawled across the mattress with the cover falling off the bed.
Mr Mill-... Joel. It was a habit you had to break. Joel responds instantly, turning on his bedside lamp.
That film, it scared me. You somehow had managed to find an excuse to enter Joel's room; it was a good one.
Are you okay? What's up? He sits up, patting the space in front of him. You follow his command and sit, your body sinking into the sheets.
Was the movie too much?
You felt embarrassed, obviously it wasnt too much, you fell asleep before it had even properly started, but he knew. You knew he knew.
Look, sleep in here tonight, nothinâ will happen, I promise, sweetie.
You climb over him, placing yourself next to him. You slowly rest your head. Joel turns onto his side, facing you, running his fingers through your hair. The way his large calloused hand would gently tug at your strands, every now and then finding a knot. Heâd carefully undo it. You tried to compose yourelf but you couldn't control it; a large wet patch was forming at your mound. If Joel were to lift up the covers, heâd see the dark grey patch, and heâd know. Heâd know that you, the once innocent girl he used to look after, wanted to be fucked by him, wanted every crevice of your body to be stretched by his manhood. Your mind wandered off, imagining what his large fingers would look like sliding between your wet folds. How heâd react to the warmth and tightness of your pussy. You were too far gone; you hadnât even noticed that you were pressing your knees together, hoping it would release some of the tension you had in between your legs.
Sorry, you have work in the morning, Iâm keeping you up. You said, trying to break the awkward silence.
Thereâs no need to worry, Iâve already booked it off. I think we need to spend some more time together, I barely see you.
Joel pulled you close, your wet shorts now resting on his built, hairy thighs. If he couldn't tell before, he definitely could now, but your worry was soon cut short when your eyes became heavier.
Joel never fell asleep, for what felt like hours, he watched as you slowly sank into him, wrapping your leg around his waist. Joel's hand starts to move from your back, down to your ass. His finger tips gently graze the crack of your ass. Heâs too scared to wake you, heâs too scared youâll go running to daddy saying âMr Miller tried to touch meâ. But the way your body felt, your soft skin smelling of him, made his cock throb so hard it was like it had its own heartbeat. Every now and then, it would jump so much that his tip would tease your belly button.
He tried to get it together, he tried to remind himself that you were his friend's daughter. But he canât shake his painful erection, so he moves in closer, his weight making the bed creak. Now his tip was constantly on your belly button, prodding at you. In that moment, Joel lost all sense of awareness; his hand slipped under your waistband, cupping one of your cheeks. His index finger crawled around, searching for your sticky nectar. He found it quickly. His finger gently teased your slicked asshole, but that's not what he wanted, not yet anyway. He walked his fingers further until he reached the start of your lips. He gently tapped at them, a sticky sound filling the room. He quickly removed his hands before you awoke, bringing the wet finger to his nose, inhaling deeply. He pops his digit into his mouth, sucking the sweet but salty mixture. The flavours coated his mouth, making his body tense. He takes his other hand and pulls you in further, his cock now flat on your stomach, his tip nudging your boobs. This woke you; your heart stopped as you realised what he was doing. You dug your foot into your calf, just to check that you weren't dreaming, but he is so close to you, you can feel his heavy breaths on the top of your head.
In a panic, you remove the sheets, revealing your camel toe. Your hips buck over his knee, spreading the juices over him.
Whyâd ya stop, Mr Miller? You can both hear and feel his breath stop before you lower your hands and cover his tip, which is now peaking out of his pyjamas.
Sweetie, I shouldn't have done that. Itâs wrong-
But that's what makes it feel so good.
He responds with action, pulling down his pants. His cock springs, but is too dark to see, so you lean over him, turning on a lamp. Your mouth widens at the sight.
Fuck Mr Miller.
His cock was brown, long and thick with pre cum beading at his pink, cut tip. A long vein travelled from the mushroom head and down into a thick mound of dark, wiry curls. His low balls rest on his thighs, swelling from excitement.
You take your hand and wrap it around his length, it was so big your fingers didn't touch. You use his pre to lubricate the shaft.
Good girl, exactly like that. Joel places his giant hands over yours, guiding you up and down. You look up at him, his mouth is stuck open, his eyes soft and lustful. He moves his hands to your top, pulling down so hard the strap breaks. Your boobs spill out. He pinches your nipples, twisting the sensitive tips between his fingers.
Iâll take you shopping tomorrow, baby. He looks lost in the heat, jiggling your large tits.
Joel gets up, taking off his pants completely and gets on top of you, hooking his fingers under your shorts.
Am I allowed to take a look, princess?
You nod fast.
Joel pulls your shorts down to your ankles, his eyes glaring over your perfect, hairless pussy.
Oh my god, sweetheart, itâs perfect.
He runs his index through your folds again before faceplanting into your cunt. He takes one big lick and sticks his tongue out, strings of your pretty wetness connecting you both. He swallows your juices, moaning at the flavour.
Fuck, you taste so perfect.
He dives in for another lick, this time not pulling up. He takes long laps all the way from your ass to your clit. His stubble scratches your thighs, heightening the sensation. He pushes your nub with his tongue, sucking at your most sensitive area. You try to close your legs around his head, but he pushes your knees apart, grabbing onto your ass. You couldn't help but grind into his nose, coating his face in your sticky cum. Joel doesn't stop for air; he buries his face so deep inside of you that your tummy starts to hurt.
Joel- fuck my tummy, it hur- it hurts. But he knows, he knew before you did.
The pressure continues to build until your body canât take any more, and you cum over his face. You can feel your thick, sticky cum squirting out of your lips, onto his face. You bunch Joel's hair as you let out a loud, whiny moan.
Fuck Daddy, fuck fuck fuck-
You were so lost in the orgasm, it hadnt even registered what you had said. Joel looks up at you, his eyes red from your nectar, his face dripping with your thick arousal.
Did daddy make you cum? He says, trying to catch his breath. Your heart skips to overwhelmed to reply.
Babygirl, youâre gonna have to use your words.
Yes, Yes, Daddy, you made me cum.
He pulls himself up, placing his lips onto yours. He spits your cum back into your mouth as you share each other's saliva.
He takes your knees and places them close to your chest.
Okay, baby, if Iâve made you cum will you please be a good girl and return the favour?
Joel doesn't let you respond; he aligns his sticky tip with your entrance, gently prodding you open.
Okay, sweetie, Iâm gonna need you to take some deep breaths because Iâm gonna stretch you out, so much.
Joel slowly pushes himself inside your warm, sticky cunt. Despite it hurting you, let him carry on pushing.
You're being such a good girl for me, baby. Iâm nearly in. With one final thrust, Joel's length is inserted inside of you.
FUCK. You scream, your eyes rolling back from the pleasure.
Joel lets out a high-pitched moan as your walls tense around him.
Fuck, I wish you could see this right now. Your pussy- Fuck is- Joel could barely form a sentence. Itâs so stretched, it swallowed me whole.
He starts to thrust in and out, his low, heavy balls slapping against your ass. You walk your toes up to Joel's mouth, putting a foot inside. He sucks on your small, white painted feet as he slams into you harder. Joel starts to bite down on your toes; he bites so hard that you start to bleed. His body tenses as he gives one final stroke, shooting his creamy, white load inside of you. Your pussy gurgles, struggling to find room for it and Joel collapses down onto your chest. You feel his cock soften inside you, allowing his DNA to trickle out onto the sheets.
Fuck. He says, kissing your boobs.
You both fall asleep, with Joel still on top of you.
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Summary: when in an apocalypse, morals don't exist. So being stuck with your dads old friend Joel is something to appreciate.
18+ Age gap (Unspecified but big), Joel helps you bathe, power imbalance, cock training, virgin!reader, facial, reader doesn't cum, pet names.
This was quickly written, purely for fun and horniness so there may be a few mistakes
Morals had gone out the window. To survive in a world like this, you have to get uncomfortably close.
A pan of water bubbled over the fire Joel had lit. It was for a shower, the first one youâd had in weeks. Miller always put you first. Heâd feed you, keep you warm and always let you bathe before him. Today was no different.
He put a finger in the water to check the heat.
Should be warm enough. He groans, his voice still hoarse from the attack a few weeks ago.
A family had found your apartment and tried to break in. Joel put a bullet through each of their heads, no hesitation. He wasnât taking any risks, especially after Sarah died.
Get in the bath. He says, grabbing a cloth from beside him.
Joel made the rules; you were never to resist. Following his lead, you walk towards the bathroom, the soles of your feet stinging with every step. The room is quiet and still; if anyone were close by, theyâd hear you, and it would be game over. You slowly peel off your clothes and sit in the bath. The dry tub scratched your back as you sank into relaxation. Miller grabs a small stall and places it beside you, ringing out the cloth.
Quick, before it gets cold.
You begin to gently rub your body with the cloth, starting at your neck. Grime stains the once-white fabric, before moving down to your breasts, the cold water making your nipples prick.
Joel never looked away, his eyes tracing the movement of your hands. It was normal, and you often did the same to him. Taking back the cloth, he washes it before taking over, gently rubbing your belly.
Spread your legs. He says, getting up off the stool.
He crouches over you, delicately rubbing between your folds, being especially careful around the most sensitive part. Taking your knees, you bring them to your chest, allowing him easier access.
Didnât have to ask this time. He jokes, before lowering his shorts and getting into the tub with you. Facing opposite, he slides under you, his hairy manhood now resting between your ass. The hair on his shaft tickled your soft skin.
He takes your toes into his mouth, lapping around your joints, being attentive to each one.
You think you're ready? He asks, taking a break from your feet.
Mh. You nod.
Been practising? Like I said too.
Yes.
How many can you fit now? He asks eagerly.
About three, four if I really try.
Good Girl.
You can feel his manhood start to grow under you, now prodding at the start of your pussy.
This will be good for the both of us, I promise.
Joel reaches under you and pulls his cock out. There was a reason he had asked you to practice. He was a lot of man, especially for a virgin to handle. His cock was average length, but thick⊠Beer can thick. Long, chunky veins travelled up his cock and to his head, which was blushing pink. Half of his cock and balls were hidden under a forest of dark, wiry curls, contrasting greatly with you.
Miller aligned his cock with your slit, slowly sliding it up and down your folds, sometimes tapping it on your sticky clit.
Take some deep breaths. He said, before pushing his cock half an inch in.
Fuck. You yelp, your head jolting back.
Itâs okay, Iâll go slow, I promise.
Your lips started to burn as they stretched around his length, trying to accommodate his size.
Iâm gonna push again. He says.
This time, the head of his cock gets swallowed inside of you.
The burning began to calm down, and now a pool of warmth started to gather in your tummy.
Fuck, itâs so tight. He moans, before softly thrusting again. The thickest part of him was now inside you, his precum painting your untouched walls. You squelch around him, leaking a drop of slick into his pubes.
Fuck sweetie, Iâm in.. Iâm in. Joel pants.
You could feel his cock pulse inside of you, as he started to circle your aching clit. The mix of pain and pleasure sent shockwaves down your spine as his pubes tickled your ass.
Miller sits up and places your ankles on his shoulders, watching as you expand around him. He tenderly thrusts a few times, making your pussy talk.
Are you okay? He asks, his eyes doe-like. Miller was lost in your warmth. He never looked at you that way, not since Sarah died. Maybe he was starting to find peace.
Joel grips your thighs and pushes you away from him, his cock creating a popping sound. Your vagina starts to relax again.
Get up. He says, lifting you up by the hand.
Why? You ask, but he didnât answer.
As you stood, a string of slick ran down your thigh, Miller noticed. Taking his thumb, he swipes it off of you and places it into his mouth.
It ainât comfy, princess.
Joel grabs your nipple and pulls you onto the bed.
Get on your knees. He snaps, kneeling behind you.
Without warning, he enters you again, the familiar sloppy sound filling the room.
Fuck your so warm. He utters, pushing the whole of his length inside you.
Ugh. You moan, reaching under your legs and grabbing his balls. This time Miller doesnât gently thrust; instead, he takes long strokes, ramming himself against your walls. His skin slaps against yours, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your tummy.
You know, baby, every night for weeks Iâve been dreaminâ of this sweet lilâ pussy. I didnât think youâd want it. But I was so wrong, oh baby, I was so wrong. Joel moans needily.
His hands clutch your ass, stretching your cheeks apart.
Fuck, baby, You're gonna make me cum, get on your back.
Joel removes himself from inside of you and straddles your breasts. He quickly jerks onto your lips before releasing his warm sticky load onto your face. He hunches over you, unable to deal with the intense orgasm heâd been waiting so long to release.
His load shoots straight into your eyes, blinding you with cum.
Fuck, Fuck. He pants, his cock jolting between your lips.
Miller swipes his softening cock around your face for the final time before passing you the rag.
Joel makes his famous spaghetti, but when he sees the way you're eating, it makes him want to use your pussy as a plate.
18+ food play, spaghetti, fingering, pussy eating, creampie, Joel eats his cum
Joels Physical
Summary: Joel comes in for his yearly prostate exam, and ends up enjoying it... a lot
18+ uncut Joel, Nurse gives Joel a physical, Joel gets fingered, anal orgasm
Friends Dad
Summary: Your friends dad comes into her room when she isnât there...
18+ Dom Joel, friends dad, bulge, pervy, cum on pussy.
Sundae
Summary: You buy Joel a sundae on the beach, but he doesnât wanna eat it normally...
18+ Joel licks fudge off your tits and pussy, your squirt in Joels mouth, food gets stuck inside you.
YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE
Summary: Your EXBF Joel fucks you, despite having a boyfriend
18+ cheating, uncut Joel, squirt, creampie, black mail if you squint, age gap.
TRUCK DRIVER!JOEL x F!READER
Summary: A perverted truck driver tries to fuck you in his truck
Warning: stranger danger, age gap, perverted Joel, begs for you to help him out, bl0wj0b, PinV.
CALL ME JOEL DBF!Joel x Reader
Summary: After returning home from college to find your parents have gone away, you are forced to live at your dad's best friend's house, Mr Miller, who loves you a lot... Maybe a bit too much.
Warning: DadsBestFriend!Joel, age gap (reader is in college), inappropriate relationship, perverted, kinda somnophilia, You are 'scared of the dark', lots of cvm, PinV, kinda size kink if you squint, reader calls Joel daddy accidentally but he doesn't mind, pet names, blood kinda???, feet, creampie.
LETS MAKE A DEAL...
Summary: Something's up with DBF!Mr Miller, he's acting different. He's hiding a perverted secret.
TAGS CONTAIN SOMEWHAT SPOILERS (at the end)
18+ DBF!Joel Miller, age gap, inexperienced reader, size difference if you squint, soft!Joel, perverted!joel, curious!reader, pinv, blowjob, Joel's an eater, creampie, daddy kink, Joel steals your panties.
JAVIER PEĂA
Put On A Show, Ride My Foot...
Summary:Javier comes back from work horny, and wants you to put on a show for him...
18+ F/M masturbation, toe fuck, foot kink, toe in mouth cum on clit
DARYL DIXON
SPY
SPY II Darylâs pov
Summary: You catch Daryl sniffing your dirty panties
18+ pantie sniffing, cumming in panties, daryl dixon jerks off and you watch, dirty daryl, pervy daryl.
RICK GRIMES
Throat Fuck
Summary: Rick Grimes uses your throat.
18+ Rick grimes throat fucks you, kinda cheating???, cum in mouth, blowjob.
EARN YOUR KEEP
Summary: after Rick saved your life, you need to earn keep in his camp.
18+ Age gap (Unspecified but big), perverted free use Rick, Rick's cock stinks/hasn't washed, sweat, blowjob, pinv, creampie.
FREE USE!RICK GRIMES x F!READER
Summary: You fuck Rick awake
Warning: Freeuse, PinV, cock grows inside, creampie, hairy Rick Grimes.
JIM HOPPER
Joel x You x Jim Hopper
Summary: You and Joels love life hasn't been great, so you both decide to try public play, but, one night sheriff Jim Hopper catches you in Starcourt mall's parking lot...
18+ age gap (20/45/41), cunnalingus, agoraphilia, cheating, Joel sits on your face, power dynamic, squirting, creampie, pure smut, cuck
PEDRO PASCAL
Trailer
Summary: You are on the set of a film when Pedro knocks on your door because his shower's broken...
18+ Pedro pascal fucks you, squirt, cock description, creampie, tasting your pussy, rough.
Clone A Willy
Summary: Pedro makes you a 'Clone A Willy' of his cock and loves the taste of your slick on it.
18+ age gap (20/45), Pedro DP's you with his clone a willy, cunnalingus, romantic, loving pedro, xmas.
ANDREW LINCOLN
Secret
Summary: You're dad (Norman) is making you stay at Andrew's house, but little does he know, you two share a secret... A wet, messy secret.
18+ age gap (20/45), dads best friend, norman is your dad, andrew cums in you and makes you squirt, andrew eats his cum out of you.
SHANE WALSH
Ravenous Sheriff!Shane Walsh x fem! reader
Summary: After your arrest, you run into one of the cops that was there that night. He accuses you of being under the influence, but gives you an easy way out...
18+ perverted cop!Shane, slightly noncon but reader secretly wants it, virgin!reader, absolutely disgusting sex, agegap, hairy shane walsh, sticky and messy gross sex, name calling, creampie, shane smells of man, this will make you cum 100%.
Summary: Something's up with DBF!Mr Miller, he's acting different. He's hiding a perverted secret.
TAGS CONTAIN SOMEWHAT SPOILERS (at the end)
18+ DBF!Joel Miller, age gap, inexperienced reader, size difference if you squint, soft!Joel, perverted!joel, curious!reader, pinv, blowjob, Joel's an eater, creampie, daddy kink, Joel steals your panties.
Written for fun, so there may be mistakes.
You had been staying with Mr Miller regularly, a few weeks here and there when you were down from college. It was perfect, you had gotten to live the life you always wanted, with an older man who cared so deeply for you, but sometime in the past week, something had changedâŠ
Now, every time Miller would pass your room, his head would be down, avoiding any sort of interaction with you. It never used to be this way.
At dinner, heâd eat his food disconcertingly fast, leaving the table before you got to finish. Heâd leave for work even earlier than before, not giving you a chance to say good morning. Heâd even stopped doing small favours for you, like washing your clothes or dropping you off at your friend's house.
Something was up; this wasnât the Mr Miller you grew up with.
After walking home from your friends', youâd expected Miller to be out. Either at work or with Tommy, but he wasnât. Joel was in the kitchen, making himself food. The silhouette of his broad shoulders centred your gaze. You place your overnight bag on the table and walked to the fridge. Miller glances at you, not saying a word.
What is it? You ask, pouring yourself a cold glass of orange juice and sitting at the table, hoping to get something out of him.
Pasta. He mumbles.
Nice. You say, gulping down the remains of the sweet liquid. That's it? Just pasta?
Tomato.
Miller was cold; he couldnât even look you in the eye. Instead, his attention was outside, in the garden.
You okay? You ask, hoping that this time you wouldn't get the same blunt response.
Yeah, yeah. Going out with Tommy tonight, will be back late. You can order food. Joel turns around, finally facing somewhat in your direction.
Oh, okay.
Your eyes go shallow at the fact that heâs not making dinner for both of you, like he used to. Instead, heâs being like your dad used to be. No care, no love and definitely not emotion. Joel was completely stoic.
He left around eight, calling out as he shut the door. You were in your room, not bothering to reply. Heâd shut it too quickly for him to hear anyway.
As the sun began to set, you lay in bed, wondering what had gone wrong. Miller was a loving man, so it must have been you, something you did, said. Maybe you were just around too much for him to enjoy it.
Your weight sank deep into the mattress, drifting in and out of sleep. The sound of birds tweeting faintly disappears into nothing. You were now left with yourself. Soon, the light which was once pouring through your blinds faded into complete darkness.
You awoke a while later to the sound of Joelâs bedroom door slamming shut. The house ricochets as a result of his force. Still half asleep, you sit up, rubbing your eyes and humming with annoyance. The room spun with tiredness, and your heart began to beat the irregular pattern you knew so well.
Growing up, a lot of times youâd go to bed hungry. Too stressed to relax. The night would usually end in an argument between you and your parents. Youâd tell yourself it would be fine in the morning, but the cycle always repeated.
Sometimes youâd wake up with your hand clenching your chest, with what should be a normal heartbeat, instead of arrhythmia. The room you grew up in would stay dormant, cold, and dark. Posters from your favourite bands would be ripped off the wall or half-hanging off. A place that shouldâve been safe wasnât, so you had to get out.
That's where college came in. Despite growing up in a stressful household, moving away was difficult. It was a change of routine, a change in location. And even though consistency was something that you craved, it still weighed heavily.
It took some time to adapt; for the first few weeks, you thought youâd have to quit and go home, the worry was too much to handle. But before you knew it, your life had changed. Now you rarely visited home. That was until you saw Mr Miller.
Miller had always been a consistent older figure in your life; you could say the only one. So naturally, you two reconnected after coming back for the holidays. You had met him for lunch one day and told him about college life and how it made you feel about home, and without a second thought, he offered his place. Although it was rather unconventional for you to be living at your dadâs friend's house, it gave you an opportunity to be in the town you grew up in, without having to face the wrath of your parents and be able to make positive memories there.
It started off as a one-time thing, staying at his house for the night. It gave you the fix you so desperately craved. The accustomed singing of the birds, the beautiful countryside and a familiar person who cared about you. But those once-a-semester visits soon turned into every trimester, then every month. Youâd go half a year without contact with your parents, only ever returning for summer or Christmas, but it was better that way, better for all of you.
As expected, your relationship with Joel changed. He wasnât just your âdadâs friendâ anymore; he was your friend. Someone who could guide you through early adulthood. Youâd wake up to a bowl of fruit every morning, a fresh loaf of bread for lunch and some extremely tasty family recipe for dinner. Miller had morphed into the person you so severely needed. But somewhere, something went wrong.
Morning wakes you up with the sun bleeding through the shitty blinds in Miller's spare room. Your skin felt sticky with perspiration, and the sheets were strewn along the floor. Placing the soft soles of your feet onto the cold wooden floor, you walk to the window and open it. The fresh summerâs breeze dries your sweltered skin, alleviating any stress from the night before. Miller was mowing the yard, stripping the dead grass and revealing itâs green. You traced his movements as he walked back and forth, making a pretty pattern on the lawn. Itâs usually how he spends his days off, outside either gardening or just pottering about. He needed it badly, you knew that Millerâs business stressed him out, but after the past few days, the realisation hit.
Youâd never pay for anything, never helping to cook, sometimes youâd clean, but even then, heâd still have to go over what you had done just because youâd half-assed it. You were straining him, running him to the ground, so you had to change.
Rummaging through your drawers, you tried to find something clean to put on, but couldnât find much, so an old pair of shorts and a t-shirt would have to do.
The floorboards creaked under your limping weight as you hauled your laundry basket down the stairs. With every step you took, underwear and socks fell out, leaving a trail down into the kitchen. Miller stood in the doorway that connected the kitchen to the garden, chugging a bottle of water. The gray t-shirt he was wearing clung to his soaked skin, and the buttons on his shorts had been undone.
Morning. You mumble as you pass him. The smell of his warm musk filled your nostrils. Had a good night?
Joel pauses mid-sip, panting at the labour heâd just done. Sure. Just went for a few drinks with Tommy.
Oh, howâs he? You ask. Havenât seen him in a while.
The man pauses before taking another large gulp. Ah, heâs alright. Heâs findinâ it hard without his girl around.
Theyâd broken up around a month ago, Tommy was in bits. It turns out sheâd been sleeping around behind his back, so Tommy kicked her out.
Thatâs why Iâve liked havinâ you around. Makes it easier with Sarah gone.
Confused was the only word that could describe the way you felt. All the dread you had felt about being a burden was instantly lifted. It was like everything had gone back to normal. He was now making eye contact, forming full sentences and not being moody. Is this what it feels like to have kids? If so, you never ever want to have them.
A few hours had passed when you decided to lie on one of the lawn chairs outside. Mr Miller was still working away, pulling weeds out of the bushes and piling them in front of you.
By the time Iâm done, this thing will be taller than you. He teases as he places down another handful.
Iâm not a little girl anymore joel, itâs gonna take a while.
I know, I know. He mutters. You donât even call me Mr Miller anymore.
Up until this year, youâd never used his first name. There was no reason why; itâs just how you had grown up. A way to show respect for people older than you, one of the stupid rules your parents had enforced.
The view of the garden was picturesque. It was filled with pretty pink peonies and bright yellow daffodils, as well as other various plants you couldnât name. A dense collection of lily trees had been placed around the perimeter, allowing not only some privacy but also a place for bees to propagate. The lush greenery was something to thank Miller for, as he spent his days off making sure the earth was well-manicured.
Itâs what your idea of heaven was, drifting in and out of sleep with the birds thrilling around you. It almost made you forget the stress from the past week; it felt like you were home again.
You wake up to find the garden empty, a cool breeze pricking at your skin. Miller mustâve gone for a shower or started on dinner.
The damp grass tickled your feet as you stepped inside, rubbing them dry against the mat. Your bare soles padded softly across the oak floor, making a quiet pat-pat toward the stairs. You looked up, expecting the sound of the shower or the thud of his heavy pacing, but the air held only silence. As you climbed toward the second floor, the old pipes groaned behind the walls, a low, mechanical cough echoing through the plaster. You nudged the bathroom door, watching it swing open with a soft click against the wall. The room was empty, the air still damp and smelling of stale soap. Miller wasn't there. You turned toward the end of the hallway, where his bedroom door stood slightly ajar, a narrow sliver of shadow cutting across the floorboards. Leaning forward, you peek inside. You were instantly hit with the familiar smell of his pine body wash, something that Joel had used consistently for years. You lean further, peaking around the corner towards his bed. What you see stops your heart mid-beat. Your eyes travel up slowly, Millerâs silhouette, starting at his feet, which were hanging off the mattress and moving toward his thighs. His boulder-like legs were revealed; he was completely naked, no longer wearing the shorts he had on earlier. You watched as his thick and sturdy chest moved with a gentle, fleshy bounce as his hand gently massaged his growing manhood. The long muscles of his forearm coiled and uncoiled with every stroke he made, while gently rubbing his tanned calves together.
A hot flush of shame prickled your neck. You shouldn't be here, and you certainly shouldn't be looking. But your eyes refused to move . The air grew thick with shame; it felt like you were trapped, unable to leave when deep down you knew you could. Instead, you sank deeper into the shadow. Your breath silently hitching, barely moving, scared he might catch you watching.
His body was fascinating, the way his toes would curl every time heâd get to his sensitive tip, or the way heâd bare his teeth when it became too much. He shouldâve shut the door. You think, trying to convince yourself that it was his fault for you catching him. But it wasnât.
Your pulse began to thump in the back of your throat. Youâd betrayed him, his trust. After heâd basically raised you. What you were doing was unforgivable.
Miller lay completely exposed, oblivious to your presence. His hand moved rhythmically along the length of his erection, but it was the pink fabric in his other hand that caught your eye. He pressed it against his face, inhaling sharply as his tongue traced the cotton, his breathing heavy and aggressive. When he pulled the fabric away from his mouth and lowered it toward himself, the truth finally hit you.
You gasped, the sound escaping before you could stop it. That wasn't a towel, it was your underwear. He was slicking his own fluids across the crotch and waistband. You were close enough to see how long this had been happening; the fabric was stiff and discoloured with layers of dried patches. The original baby pink was lost under dark, brittle stains. Your heart hammered against your ribs, and as you clamped a hand over your mouth to stifle a sob, the sound only seemed to echo louder in the quiet room.
Millerâs head snapped toward the door. His mouth hung open, your underwear still clutched against him. The blood drained from his face, his eyes wide and darting with panic. He scrambled to throw a blanket over himself, but it was too late. You turned and stumbled out of the room, the image burned into your mind.
Wait!! He calls out, but you were already halfway down the stairs by the time his bedroom door swung open. You sobbed, the world blurring into a muffled haze as you fled. Stumbling back into the garden, you collapsed onto the chair and pulled your knees to your chest, tears of shock and grief stinging your cheeks.
A few moments later, Miller emerged, having thrown on some clothes. He approached with hesitant, heavy steps before sinking into the chair opposite yours. You peeked behind your forearm, looking up to see Joel's face.
I am so sorry you saw that. I-. I donât. Miller trailed off, unable to string a coherent sentence together. He was suffocating under the weight of his own shame. You lowered your eyes, unable to endure the searing awkwardness of his gaze, but as you looked down, you were met with something else, causing Miller's words to fade.
A shadow pooled beneath the thick ridge, disrupting the line of his pyjamas. His hand brushed the front of his pants, momentarily highlighting the solid bulk resting there. Your gaze was unable to break from it. Not once in your life had you ever thought of him this way, but after what you had seen, itâs all you could focus on. The fabric of his pants was straining against his manhood, causing a rigid mound to form. The stripes on his pyjamas, which were once straight, were now warped around his tension. It was like he wasnât trying to hide it.
Hello?- He cuts through, disrupting your train of thought. Are you gonna say anything?
Millerâs voice had turned ice-cold. The warmth of his earlier shame was gone, replaced by a brittle, defensive edge. This was a secret he had battled with for a long time, a dark compulsion heâd kept buried. Part of you wondered if getting caught was a mercy, a way to finally strip away the crushing weight of his guilt. But as you looked at him, you realised that wasnât what he was thinking at all. He was distressed
I donât know what to say. You mumble, your salty tears drying on your cheek. Iâm- Iâm just confused.
I know, I know, so am I. I donât know how I let it happen. He places his head in his hands.
You couldnât help but let your eyes wander back down to his pants. Although Miller didnât know you had been watching, it made you feel better that he had an equally dark secret, his friend's daughter's panties.
Your eyes squint at the bulge in his pants, trying to make out where the shaft ends. The hem of his pants separated his sack into two large balls, swollen with desire. What if you hadnât scoffed and just let him finish? Watch him paint your underwear with ropes of his sticky fluid.
Your perspective shifted with dizzying speed. The initial waves of embarrassment and shock began to recede, leaving a strange curiosity. You had never witnessed something so raw, someone touching themselves with such intent, and specifically doing so to a piece of your clothing. The realisation that your scent and your bodyâs imprint had triggered that level of desperation in him was as intoxicating as it was disturbing.
Howâd it feel? The question cut through the heavy air, sharp and sudden. As soon as the words left your lips, a lump of regret formed in your throat, thick and hard to swallow. Millerâs head snapped up, his eyebrows furrowing into a deep, confused line.
What? he asked, his voice barely a whisper. He looked at you as if he hadn't heard correctly, or perhaps as if he couldn't believe you had the nerve to ask.
Howâd it feel? You repeated, your voice steadier this time.
Millerâs expression hardened, the shock turning into a cold, defensive wall. Thatâs not an appropriate thing to ask someone, he snapped, his gaze narrowing. Especially not me.
Oh really? But using your friend's daughter's panties to jerk off into isn't? Your explicit choice of words cut his throat.
Um... He faltered, his eyes darting away as he struggled to find a foothold in the conversation. I think... I think this is a conversation for later. When itâs not as... fresh. He shifted in his seat, the discomfort radiating off him in waves, clearly desperate for an exit.
You trust me, donât you? The question was quiet, almost gentle, but it carried a weight that made him freeze.
Trust you? Miller repeated the words as if they were a foreign concept. He looked at you then, the cold defensiveness in his eyes flickering with a sudden, raw vulnerability. The silence between you stretched, no longer just awkward, but heavy with the implication that his secret had handed you a tether, and you were starting to pull.
How about you let me help you?
Help me? Sweetheart. Miller let out a sharp, jagged breath that was almost a laugh. He leans forward, baring his teeth in a way that wasn't quite a smile, more like a warning. Iâm forty-six, sweetie, youâre not gonna be helping me.
Why? You asked, your voice small but insistent. You watched him closely, your doe eyes fixed on his until the hard line of his shoulders began to sag. The silence stretched between you, heavy and thick, as you slowly wore down his resolve.
Miller looked away, his jaw tight as he struggled with the words. How would you even... He trailed off, gesturing vaguely between the two of you, his face flushing a deep, dark red. You know. How would that even work?
Miller was just as curious as you, of course, he was. The man was huffing your dirty panties for God's sake, why would he turn this down?
Maybe you could teach me a thing or two?
Miller didn't move. He sat perfectly still, his gaze fixed on you as if he were seeing you for the first time, not just as his friendâs daughter, but as a source of temptation. The patronising edge heâd used before vanished. You could see the internal war playing out. He was no longer the one in control; His secrets had stripped him of his authority, and your offer was an easy way out.
Are you trynaâ tell me you wanna suck my dick? Miller's eyes grew dark; his desire that heâd kept secret for so long was out in the open. Something heâd never thought was possible. Your eyes drifted back to his bulge for the third time; this time, it twitched under your gaze, his balls softly bouncing with temptation.
Your head gently nods as your tongue laps around your bottom lip.
Well, sweetie, youâre gonna have to use your words if you want somethinâ. He says. His large digits travel across his thigh and onto his soft mound. If you wanna touch, you gotta use that pretty mouth of yours to say.
Miller squeezed the base of his cock, sending a chill of goosebumps down your back.
I wanna suck your dick, Mr Miller. You moan.
atta girl. He says. Miller had finally allowed his dark thoughts to take over; there were no secrets between you anymore.
You trail behind Joel as he leads you up the stairs. His peachy ass is tensing with each stride until you arrive at his bedroom.
The blankets lay discarded on the floor, kicked aside in his frantic rush to catch you. The pair of baby pink panties lay beside his pillow, mangled from his affection. Taking a closer look, you see the layers of his dried cum and spit. A man, so obsessed with you, went as far as stealing a pair of your dirty underwear, just so he could taste you. It was shocking; Miller always seemed like a nice, well-rounded guy, but his mind was corrupted with perverted desires.
You stand at the foot of the bed, rooted to the spot as Miller peels away his shirt with agonising slowness, the fabric clinging to his damp skin before revealing the tan, expansive swell of his torso. His pudgy stomach, soft and heavy, spills over the elastic waistband of his pyjamas, obscuring the seam entirely. Above, his chest is broad and fleshy, twitching with a thick, rhythmic tremor that marks every laboured breath he takes. Coarse, dark hair sprouted in dense patches around his nipples, narrowing into a thick, unruly line that split his manly torso. This rugged trail of hair tracked downward, disappearing beneath the low-slung waistband of his trousers. His hands travelled the surface of his chest, twirling at the hairs and pinching his nipples. His mouth hung open, wet with excitement as the man molested you with his gaze.
Youâve already seen me. he whispered, his voice a low rasp that seemed to catch in the quiet of the room. Are you going to let me see you? Princess⊠He leaned back against the headboard, his gaze fixed on you with an intense, unyielding focus as you reached for the hem of your tank top. Thatâs it, he murmured, a sharp exhale escaping him as he watched you. No need to be shy.
You watched as his hands moved toward the waistband of his pants, his fingers hooking beneath the edge.
Cmon baby, do it for Mr Miller. He cooed.
Reaching behind, you unbuckle the clasp on your bra. Your lush, overflowing curves flopped out of the fabric, nipples hardening under Miller's presence.
Wow. I mean, I must say youâve got some nice tits. His eyes scan your silhouette with a mixture of awe and greed. His hand begins to move frantically in his pants, no longer hiding his erection. Why donât ya let Mr Miller have a touch, huh?
Without a moment's pause, you knelt on the bed in front of him and straddled his legs. Miller let out a low hum as his hands reached up, his grip tightening against the curves of the lower back and hips, squeezing at your perky ass. Oh, baby, this is so wrong. What if your dad finds out? He moans, continuing to grope your body, before reaching your firm breasts. He plays with them, although they were big, somehow Miller's hands still covered the entirety of them.
A soft, broken moan escaped your lips, echoing in the quiet room. Miller looked up, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face.
Oh, you like that, princess? You like it when I pinch your nipples?
Timidly, you can only nod in response.
Uh uh baby, use those words of yours. He punctuated the demand by catching your peaks between his fingers again, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch.
Fuck Mr Miller, yes. Yes, I like it. You gasp, finally shifting forward to lower yourself onto his lap.
No, bad girl. He tuts sharply. He gave your nipples a sudden, firm twist that sent a jolt through your system. No cussing in this house. Do you understand?
Yes, Mr Miller. You cry, finally letting go of your breasts.
Joelâs eyes grew glazed and dark, a film of lust clouding his gaze as he leaned in close. His voice was a low, gritty rasp against your ear, thick with a perversion.
Ya feel that, sweetheart?
He remained perfectly still, his intense gaze locked on yours, searching for a reaction. The silence in the room stretched thin, heavy with the weight of his question. A steady, insistent pulse began to thrum beneath you, the sensation vibrating through the thin fabric of your shorts. Something blunt and hefty was prodding at you, pushing with a rhythmic pulse. Miller didn't pull away; instead, he bucked his hips upward, his entire weight pulsating against you as he drove himself into your seat.
Thatâs Mr Miller's cock, baby. This is what youâve done to him. Miller's eyes frown at the sight of your tits as they hang over his face. I ainât been this hard in years, honny. A low, desperate whine broke from Millerâs throat as he ground his hips harder against you, his movements frantic and heavy. The pressure was so intense that the smooth, swollen head of his member had slipped past the waistband of his trousers, glistening and slick. A bead of clear fluid escaped the narrow opening at the tip, trailing down the flushed skin.
Wow, you breathed, a soft moan vibrating in your chest. You reached down, pressing the pad of your finger against the hot, sensitive peak. It was tacky and searing to the touch. When you slowly pulled your finger away, a shimmering, translucent string of slick stretched between the tip of his length and your fingertip.
Taste it, baby, he urged, his voice thick and strained. Itâs good for you.
The pad of your finger pressed slowly against your tongue, the heat of your mouth meeting the slick, salty residue. A sharp tang flooded your senses, a heavy, metallic bitterness. It tasted like him: raw, masculine, and undeniable. Miller watched with hooded eyes, his breath hitching as he witnessed your reaction to the pungent flavour of his precum.
It made you dampen, under Joel's sensual thrusts; you were practically dripping. He continued to dig himself into you, your pussy swallowing the gray shorts that once kept you somewhat modest. His hands are placed firmly on your thighs as his sicky tip drags across the fabric. It was big, bigger than you expected. Despite having seen it earlier, being so close made you realise how much of a man he was. After each hump, Miller's pyjamas slowly unwraveled, exposing his hairy manhood. A bulky, brown cock, etched with thick veins, began to jump with excitement. His flushed pink tip flooding with wetness.
You ever seen one so big before? So hairy. He asks, baring his teeth as he slows down his thrusts.
No, Mr Miller. Nodding with a forced sense of innocence while trying to hold his gaze.
Well, if you show me your pretty pussy, I might just let you try it, sweetheart.
The man's fingers traced the tattered seam of your shorts before hooking the waistband with his finger. With a slow and deliberate motion, he began to slide the fabric down, gradually revealing your soft skin beneath. Miller didnât wait for answers; he did as he pleased, pulling the garment entirely off.
Fuck, thatâs the pussy of a princess. He moans, placing a finger between your rosy lips. Gently, he parts your soaked vagina, revealing your strawberry insides, spilling with juices.
You ainât ever been touched before. He knows, his eyes never breaking from your crotch.
As you had done to him, Miller removes his finger and places it onto his tongue, sucking on it like a dummy.
You taste too sweet to be used.
His eyes linger over your body, scanning every inch before rewarding you with the gift he had promised.
On your knees. He urges, sitting himself up. Miller pulls his pants off and throws them onto the floor. His cock rests against his belly button, thumping with excitement. Your lips find the coarse warmth of his thighs as you arch toward him.
Now baby. Take it slow, I donât want you hurtinâ yourself. Miller strokes your hair as he pushes his cock towards your mouth. His tip drags along your forehead, then your nose, before finally reaching your drooling mouth. You inhale deeply, your senses tingling at the scent of his warm, sweaty musk, as well as the dried precum from earlier. Gradually, you open your mouth, sticking your tongue on the underbelly of his shaft. Deliberately, you begin to lick from the base, up to the tip, his salty skin making your taste buds dance.
Fuck. He moans as your warm mouth envelops his sticky tip.
It was a lot to fit in your mouth, your cheeks were bursting at the seams, but Miller wanted it too badly to stop. So, he wraps your hair into his fist and forcefully pushes your head down. Spit spurts out the openings of your mouth, painting his dark, coarse pubes with your sticky saliva.
The further he pushed, the harder his veins would pulse into your cheeks, making your jaw ache with tension. You begin to slop over his penis, suctioning him even further down your throat.
You look up at him, your eyes filled with water as he opens his mouth in concentration.
Fuck, me, sweetheart. So- fuckinâ warm. So tight. He hums as you gag on his length.
The room filled with the most disgusting sounds of you lapping around his cock, gagging and choking on your own spit, but you could only moan at the pleasure he was giving you.
You like it? He pants. Say it, say you like my big fat cock stuffed inside your throat.
Choking on your words, you can only let out a gargled yes before he removes himself entirely.
You are left gasping for air, as a mix of spit and salty slick floods out of your mouth and onto his thighs.
Miller caresses your aching cheeks before slapping his soaked cock onto your face. Staining you with his perversions. Before, his eyes were bright, wide, but now they grew dark and hooded. Mr Miller was about to fuck you up.
He slides under your cunt, gently nuzzling your entrance. Sit on me. He demands, grabbing your ass and slowly lowering you down onto his face.
The sensation is like no other. It's warm, prickly and wet. His nose gently parts your folds as you tongue teases your hole.
Fuck-. I mean, god Mr Miller. You whine as he makes out with your pussy. It was wet, messy, and most of all gut-wrenchingly sensitive. The mix of his stubble, teasing your ass and his tongue diving in and out of your lips made your core ache with warmth. You could feel your cheeks grow rosy as he left no part of you untouched. From your puckered ass to your swollen clit, he sucked, spat, and hummed until his face was completely soaked in your cum.
Fuck, you taste so sweet. He said, taking breaks from eating you out. You like this old man eating your pussy? Yeah?
His language was shocking. Twenty-four hours ago, you couldnât imagine him being face-first inside you, but he was. And it made you so unbareably horny.
Yes, yes, sir. You moan, unable to speak a coherent sentence. The nerves you once had were gone, and now you were rubbing yourself all over his nose. Miller's mouth gurgled as he tried to swallow your fluid, but the old man couldnât keep up. He suddenly pushes himself off of you, gasping for air as he grabs your face and shoves you into his pillow.
Listen sweetheart. He spits. We had a deal: you show me that cute lilâ pussy of yours, and you could suck my dick. But I donât want you to suck my dick. Okay?
Okay. Your words are muffled by the feathers as he pushes the back of your head harder.
Iâm gonna fuck your cunt until you cum over my dick. Deal?
Yes, Mr Mill- but before you could finish, his cock was already lining your entrance. His precum begins to paint your swollen lips.
He had warned you before that it wouldnât fit, but you didnât want to believe him. But after seeing how big it was compared to you, maybe he was right.
Miller glides his cock up and down your folds, gently parting them. It felt so unnatural for a man to be touching you there, the place where your parents said was only for your husband. Not for dadâs friend Mr Miller.
He pushes himself in, just the tip. A loud squelch filled the room, a mix of both his and your arousal. You gasp at the sensation, your pussy stretching far beyond its limits, just to fit his tip. He grabs onto your ass for stability as he drives himself further in. Your lips are stinging around his manhood.
FUCK MILLER. You scream as he rips you in half. It felt so good. His cock stretching your virgin walls sent your clit thumping. It didnât take long for you to engulf him fully, his cock far in your tummy.
Ugh fuck Miller, it feels so- so.
Good huh? You like how my cock fills your soaked pussy? He hums into your ear as he lies on top of you, his body weight crushing your body.
He pumps in and out, his pubes tickling your ass hole, his balls slapping your skin.
Uhhhhhh. A long, low moan releases from deep within his stomach. Fuck, itâs so tight, baby, so fucking tight.
He had completely melted inside you; any last authority he had over you was gone.
His cock, warm, twitched deep inside of you as his calloused hands spread your ass apart. Miller's tongue began to lick deep inside your ear, sending a trail of goosebumps down your back. The thrusts were electric as his hips bucked into you. The room was filled with sounds of skin slapping, Miller's deep, low hums and your long, whining moans. Your velvet skin is being ruined under his rough, experienced body. Mr Miller knew how to please a woman and knew how to leave his mark.
His cock pops out of your cunt, a signal that it's time to change position.
Get on your back, I wanna watch you stretch around me. He said.
You get onto your back and bring your knees to your chest. Miller aligns his chode between you, before thrusting in again, this time not hurting so bad. He anchors you down, holding your knees for stability as the once soft thrusts turn aggressive. His brows furrow, and his eyes roll back at the intense tingling in his tip. Your pussy was seeping with sticky juice as his balls slapped against your ass hard. He was about to cum, but not before you. A deep, searing heat began to grow in your belly, your fingers and toes sweating at the long, hard humps of Mr Miller. Your vision begins to blur, and your eyes cross as the pain in your belly is released over his cock. Sticky squirts of cum explode onto him and his bed, showering his body with your innocence.
Fuck- daddy. You moan as your clit is hit with pins and needles. I, I feel like I'm gonna pee-
That's it baby, let it out, don't be shy. It's okay. Fuck babygirl, cum over daddy. He says, shocked at the amount of cum a girl of your size could produce. His wiry pubes were now glued together, stuck down to his skin, and his cock began to pulse faster inside you. His cock twitches before letting out a low, extremely loud moan. FUCKKKKKKK, princess Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. As his hot sticky cum paints your virgin insides.
The man cums so much, it canât help but escape. Seeping out of the sides of your pussy. His cock begins to soften inside you, before pulling it out completely. It makes a squelching sound, followed by trails of his cum, feeding down your ass hole and onto his sheets. He had ruined you entirely; your body was never going to be the same.
Miller gets up and picks up your pink panties from before. He gently wipes your pussy and ass clean of his cum, before putting them back into his drawer.
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