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Summary: Joel has his favorite thing for breakfast. His stepdaughter.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, step-cest, Joel’s POV, dub con but reader’s into it, big legal age gap, dark!Joel, perv!Joel, possessive!joel, f!oral, unprotected piv (wrap it up), blackmail, premature ejaculation, creampie, degradation, rough m!oral, brief choking on cock, slutshaming, praise kink, daddy kink, mention of public sex, spanking (1), cum eating, swearing. The pics are for the mood only. Reader has no specific physical descriptions. Joel can lift reader.
A/n: This mf wouldn’t leave my mind and after such a warm welcome of the first fic I’m happy to share more of his depravity with you. I hope you all will enjoy this new story❤️ A huge thank you to a lovely anon for this request and the inspo💕 Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 Ilysm! Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
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There you were. Sweet thing in her little shorts and a tight top, sitting across from Joel at the breakfast table. Beautiful and hot. Just like a week ago, and a week before that. The only difference was that this morning he knew the feel of your pussy squeezing his cock, knew the taste of your soft lips, the weight of your tits in his hands. This morning you were his.
While Joel’s wife was setting the table for the three of you, you were throwing shy glances at your stepdad from time to time. Joel fucking loved it. Loved how anxious you were about what you two had done the previous night, loved how you flinched every time he spoke, scared that he’d tell the secret to your mother.
‘Honey, got news for ya. I’m fuckin your daugher. Pass the salt?’
Fuck no! He’d never do that, never ruin this thing between him and his sexy stepdaughter. Having you on a leash like that, using your holes whenever he pleased was a gift. You belonged to him and he was going to do everything to keep owning you.
Joel felt like the luckiest man on the planet when his horny thoughts were interrupted by your mom.
“My head’s killing me. I’m going back to bed,” she complained after taking a sip of her coffee and then left the two of you alone in the kitchen.
Fuck. Yeah.
Joel bricked up in a second. His cock was already throbbing in his jeans from all the memories of the previous night that had been flashing in his mind as soon as he had woken up that morning. He’d jerked off in the shower, eyes closed, head full of images of his stepdaughter, coming on his fingers, his cock, her dildo. Thanks to you, his spank bank was full for months ahead but did he even need it when he had a real thing to corrupt and fuck?
After his wife went upstairs, his stiffness began to ache in anticipation. He got a mild kick out of it because he knew that the remedy was sitting right in front of him. Tight magic hole of his stepdaughter was within arm’s reach.
What a sight you were! Eyes downcast, chest heaving, you knew damn well what was going to happen. Maybe even wished for it. Joel had no doubts what a little slut you were. Surely you were excited about a good ol’ morning fuck just like he was. And Joel was ready to oblige, storing a thick breakfast sausage for his favourite girl.
“Ya know what I always wanted to do since you moved to mine?“
A shiver seemed to run over your whole body when his voice broke the ringing silence in the room and you saw your stepdad get up and plop into a chair next to you. You smelled good, sweet and flowery, and Joel began salivating like a hungry wolf over a bunny.
You looked up at him and shook your head.
“Wanted to eat ya out,” Joel replied and poked the wooden surface of the table with his thick finger. “Right — poke— here — poke.”
His heavy gaze fixed on you, he sneered at the way you squirmed in your seat and kept pressing your naked thighs together.
Gah! The horny slut was already soaking her lil shorts.
Joel had an hour or so before his wife would wake up and he was going to use every single second to play with his stepdaughter.
“Did you like your dickin down yesterday?”
You bit your lip, eyes fixed on your lap. Then you whispered, probably scared to be heard by your mother.
“Joel. It’s so fucked up.”
“What is, sweetie?” Joel cooed, scooting closer to you with his chair. “The part where you made recordings of your stepdad fuckin your mom? Or the part where you came hard stuffed full of my dick and your pink rubber cock? Aw, look at you squirmin, ya pussy achin?” he chuckled and pressed, ”What’s exactly fucked up? Tell me.”
“All of it.” Your voice was barely heard. Poor thing must be so confused, terrified, Joel thought. He almost felt sorry for you but the lust immediately took over and he put his bear palm on your naked thigh.
“Yeah, I reckon ya right. But what’s done is done. If hell exists we’ll be there together, babydoll. So let’s have some fun when we still can, yeah?” He roughly squeezed your thigh and you shook your head, looking elsewhere but him.
“Don’t you forget, missy, you have no other choice,” Joel reminded you with a dark smile and leaned forward, his breath fanning your cheek. Your gaze snapped up to his and your pupils dilated when his face got close.
“Ya scared we’ll get caught? I get it.” Joel’s hand slithered higher, inching closer to your covered pussy. “Don’t worry. I’m always careful. If I’m fucking you, means the coast is clear. Relax and enjoy the ride, yeah? And if by some wild chance we’re caught, come up with a lie. No offense but your mom ain’t the brightest. You’d be full of my cock on the couch and she’d think we’re just cuddlin.”
Joel took a sharp breath through his teeth.
“Fuck! why do I get so hard jus’ thinkin about it? Do I want her to watch me fuck you? What do you think?”
You scrunched your pretty nose but Joel didn’t fail to notice your squirming, your glossy eyes, your hardened nipples, tenting your top. He was happy to make you crazy for his cock and his dirty talk was working. Your body was succumbing to his horny taunting, but your mind was still fighting the inevitable.
“Stop it, please,” you begged, shaking like a little chihuahua. Your fear was making you tremble, but you were needy just as much as he was. A devilish smirk twisted Joel’s face as he continued,
“Let’s watch movies together. Every few days. We'll call it ’our bondin time’. You’ll be sittin snugly next to me on the couch. I’ll play with your pussy under a blanket, uh? You’ll try not to moan like a whore.”
“She’s not that stupid, Joel.” Your gaze got fiery, tone annoyed. Joel narrowed his eyes. Were you getting angry at him for tormenting you or at your mother for keeping you from getting railed by your stepdad on every horizontal surface in the house?
Smirking, Joel leaned back and spread his thighs wider. His cock was thumping in the confines of his jeans and he began palming it to get some relief.
He was torturing himself too, turning both of you to the max with his talk, but for sure the pay off was going to be worth it.
“Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t be that ballsy,” he rubbed his scruffy cheek as he spoke, “Damn, if I could tell everyone I’m fuckin your little cunt. Dream! Using your holes in the open. You’d be cockwarming me at the first poker night I hosted.”
Joel loved when your breath hitched.
”Imagine Tommy’s face when he sees my sweet stepdaughter creamin ‘round my cock in her short skirt. I’d love to show you off, babydoll. You’re a ten.”
Your eyes clouded up, fixed on the coffee mug in front of you, and you slowly licked your lower lip. You seemed to be imagining the picture he was painting and Joel knew that you loved what you were seeing in your little cock-obsessed head.
Joel snapped his fingers and you jerked, waking up from your depraved daydreaming.
“Ya were a good girl for me yesterday but here are my rules.”
Your glossy eyes were blinking at him as you mumbled,
“Rules?”
You looked so confused like there was no thought in your pretty head whatsoever. Hell! He wanted to fuck that head.
“Yeah. My house, my rules, sweetie. First. No panties allowed. I wanna know your pussy is free to play whenever I want. And ‘s hot to know that you walk around like that.. ready for daddy to use.”
“Ohh..ok,” you looked down and he saw a little smile dance on your lips. Joel’s face got dark.
“Ya wearin any now?”
You shook your head, your head still down.
“Good girl,” Joel smirked and slapped his thigh with a palm. His chest expanded thinking you’d done it for him and then his mind short circuited.
Almost holding his breath he asked,
“Ya still leakin me?”
Your gaze darted up as you murmured, “I don’t know.”
“Check. Now.”
His tone wasn’t leaving any room for discussion so you brought your hand to your shorts. Joel couldn’t wait to see it. His hand was palming his giant hard-on which was beating hard against his thigh when he saw your hand disappear in your shorts and you moaned softly.
“Two fingers. Stretched you good yesterday. Fuck yourself a little for me. Gather everything you can.”
You locked eyes with him, gaze foggy, while your digits were working your pussy. Joel cupped your cheek and stroked your face with his calloused thumb.
“Such a good slut for daddy.”
He saw you breathing faster as your hand was picking up the pace between your legs.
“Stop! Makin you come’s my job. Pull ‘em out.”
You retrieved your fingers and you both saw them glistening in the light of the morning sun.
Joel took your hand and you gasped when he shoved your fingers into his mouth. He licked them clean, humming at the taste and smacking his lips like a fucking TV chef.
“Yeah, delicious pussy … what’s that undertone? Ah! My jizz!“
Joel’s smile was full of lust and triumph.
“Your little pussy kept some of daddy’s milk. I bet she wants me to fuck it deeper into you. But I need a better taste first. Get up.”
Joel made you stand between his spread thighs and shoot his blown eyes up at your face as his hand grabbed your pussy and he began kneading your soft mound and folds with his thick fingers. His movements were possessive, harsh, but still pleasant, judging by your expression - lips parted, eyes hazy, ready to roll back any second.
“Now the second rule. No boys in this house or anywhere else. You can fool around with your girlfriends if ya into that, I don’t give a fuck, but I don’t want any dicks around her, ya hear me? I want your pussy hungry for cock. My cock.”
Joel’s dick was unbelievably hard, trying to poke out of his jeans. ‘Fuck it! I’m in my own house. If I wanna pull the shlong out I will,” Joel thought and unzipped the fly with a carnal smile. His cock jumped out as soon as it was free and bobbed, looking engorged and ready to explode. But after tasting you, Joel craved more.
He spread his thighs wider, noticing the way you darted your eyes down to get a peek of his length.
“Miss it, babydoll? haven’t seen him all night, yeah?”
Joel pulled you closer by your hips, leaned down and pressed his nose right into your clothed mound.
You gasped and grabbed him by the shoulders, trying to steady yourself.
“What are you…?” the only thing you had time to say before a moan escaped your lips when Joel’s hot tongue licked your pussy over the thin material of your cotton shorts. They soaked in his saliva in a second and through the wet fabric he could easily feel your pulsating clit under his tongue. He was sure you felt his hot muscle there too by the way you fluttered your eyes shut and bit your lower lip.
For a few moments he kept kneading your asscheeks and licking over your shorts, soaking them and turning you on more and more.
Then your eyes snapped open and you looked at the door. Joel parted from your clothed pussy for a second to reassure you,
“Don’t worry, baby. There’s a squeaky step at the top of the stairs. I’ll know she’s comin.”
His words seemed to relax you a little and you held onto his shoulder tighter, trying to sway less under Joel’s hungry groping.
And his hunger was getting unbearable.
“Hop on the table, little slut.” Joel’s chin and mustache were glistening with his saliva. His voice was gruff and impatient. You did what he said, like a good girl, and your stepdad lifted your hips and pulled your shorts down, exposing you. In a second they were lying on the floor. The next command sounded like a growl as Joel sat closer to you in his chair.
“Feet up.”
You obediently placed your feet on the edge, hands planted behind you on the table. “Hey there, beautiful. Daddy’s ready to play.”
The sight of your cunt was driving Joel mad. Like a starving man, he buried his nose between your wet folds and took a big whiff off your drenched pussy. He’s never smelled anything hotter and groaned at the scent. You were so wet he could drink you for hours and he didn’t see any reason not to start. His hot tongue began sliding all over your cunt, gathering your slick off every crevice and fold, slurping and licking with obscene noises. Joel spread you open with his thick fingers so he wouldn’t miss a drop of your tangy nectar and his eyes were closed as he groaned against your perfect cunt.
When he opened his hazy eyes an image of you— jaw slack, chest and belly heaving, lashes fluttering- almost made him jizz all over your thighs. You looked gone, absolutely overdosed on pleasure.
Joel had to stop. The taste and the feel of your little cunt sent his cock and balls into a frenzy and he had planned to pump you full.
But when you looked at him and whispered a quiet ‘daddy, please’, his mouth as if by itself latched onto your crying pussy and he continued sucking, licking, nibbling on your folds and clit. You raked your fingers through his curls, scratched his scalp with your nails, and Joel moaned into your heat. He’s never been so horny in his life, never wanted anyone so strongly and it felt like he might have died if his balls weren’t drenched soon. His cock was leaking rivers of pre-fuck juice but Joel wanted to last, wanted to come inside you again.
“Want daddy’s tongue in your hole, baby?” Joel asked, brushing your puffy clit with his thumb and taking in the sight of you. You were longing for a release and it didn’t surprise him when you nodded eagerly.
“No, tell me. Wanna hear it.”
“Please, fuck me with your tongue, daddy,” you murmured and your blown puppy eyes and a thirsty- slut expression sent his tongue right into your flattering hole. Joel moved his head back and forth, reaching with his thick tongue as deep as it would go, lapping off your slick that was flowing out of you generously. His hands were kneading your thighs, until one snaked up to your chest and under your top. He found your soft tit and began groping and squeezing it while his tongue was thrusting into your tight hole.
Joel’s plans crushed when you started coming. Your walls began clamping on his tongue, your legs trembling, but what caused his misfire was your needy ‘daddy—daddy— ‘m coming— ahhh’. That and the sight of your face all ecstatic and sexy made him thrust his hips up, his balls drew up and his cock began spurting cum all over the place like a damn volcano. Growling and cursing through his teeth, Joel grabbed it by the base, trying to minimize the damage but all in vain. His creamy jizz landed on your thighs, your twitching clit, puffy folds, his neck, his jeans and the table. It was a fucking mess.
When Joel stopped coming, he pushed his sweaty hair back with his hand and leaned back on the chair. Panting, you placed your feet on the floor and stood up on your shaky legs in front of him. Joel’s cum was sliding down your thighs so you padded to the counter and grabbed a paper towel. You cleaned yourself up, then came back and handed some to Joel. But he kept sitting, watching you, legs spread, cock softening but still huge resting on his left thigh.
“Bad girl.”
“Hm?”
“Made me come without stickin it up your pussy.”
“I —Joel, I didn't do anything.”
“Bullshit.” He was fuming. He hadn’t busted a nut like that since he’d been a teen. Fucking embarrassing.
You needed to be punished.
“On your knees. Lick it up.”
“Joel..”
“Lick. It. Up.” His tone was cold.
He saw you swallow loudly, eyes full of fear of the steel in his voice. He didn’t pity you at that moment, his hunger for you had been temporarily satiated and everything he felt then was the desire to possess, control, bend your will to his.
The sight of you kneeling between his legs put a dark smile on his face, and when you swiped your little tongue over his hairy thigh, gathering the spilled cum, it morphed into a grin.
”Everything, babydoll,” he commanded and leaned forward to grab his mug off the table. The coffee was lukewarm but it would do, he needed to rehydrate after busting such a big load. The load you were eating off his soft cock right that moment.
”Bon appetit, little whore,” Joel gloated, sipping his drink, as you were working on cleaning him, your eyes fluttering shut from time to time. You were swallowing his jizz again and again, your tongue soft and hot, and soon Joel began enjoying not only your humiliation, but also the sensation of your gentle tongue dancing over his dick, his balls, his inner thighs.
Joel was chewing on his lower lip, eyes blown, as his cock was waking up.
You were pulling away from his hardening length but suddenly Joel‘s strong hand pushed your head down, spearing your mouth with his cock.
Joel’s fat tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged. Your nails sank into his thighs, teary eyes snapped up to his face with panic, as he was making you choke on his thick dick.
“What is it, babydoll? Ain’t used to huge shlongs, uh? ‘s ok, we’ll train ya,” he cooed, bringing the mug to his lips. He took a sip and then let you free. You coughed, wiping your chin with the back of your hand and glaring at him.
Joel put the mug back on the table and his hand, wrapped around your upper arm, pulled you up on your feet.
While you were still catching your breath, Joel manhandled you down onto his lap. You whined but didn’t fight it. The sensation of your wet pussy pressed to his crotch, your juicy naked ass on his thighs injected a new shot of arousal into his veins.
“Daddy’s back in business, sweetie. C’mon, sit on ‘im.“ Joel lifted you up slightly and then, holding his cock at the base, slid the leaking head between your soaked folds, searching for heaven.
“Bull’s eye,” he chuckled when his fat tip caught on your sloppy entrance.
“Make her eat him—bet ya pussy’s hungry — yeah—hnggg”! he grunted, feeding your cunt his dick in one go. You arched your back and softly whimpered.
“Still tight as fuck. Shit.”
You were sitting on his length fully, warm and wet, and Joel’s arms snaked around your body, caging you in, keeping you close.
“Damn, this cunt of yours… fuckin made for me… to milk my cock… to drive me crazy.”
All you could muster to reply was a moan which came out louder than Joel expected.
“Fuck,” he growled and crashed his mouth against yours, his big hand on the back of your head. You didn’t fight him, maybe it would have been hot if you’d done a little, but your submission, your desire for his cock, was feeding Joel’s ego, making him throb harder, grow faster inside you.
Kissing you, he felt your pussy thump around him, squeeze his already stiff shaft tighter with every beat of your fluttering heart.
“Ride me, ride my dick,” Joel groaned, parting from your whimpering lips, and almost choked when you began moving up and down, slowly first, helping yourself with your hands planted on his broad shoulders and then picking up the pace. His bear paws were kneading your ass, lifting you up in assistance while your walls were massaging his cock just right.
“Yeah—she’s somethin, babydoll— best pussy I had— swear—fuckin hell.”
You seemed to love bouncing on your stepdad’s dick. With sweat covering your forehead, you were glowing in the sunlight. If Joel were romantic he’d compare you to an angel. But he was a lust-driven, immoral asshole so he barked,
“Lovin it, horny slut?”
You didn’t reply, already cock dumb, too concentrated on your upcoming release. Suddenly you leaned forward and nuzzled his neck. Joel felt your tongue dance over his skin and he realized that you were licking off the cum left there.
“Good fuckin girl,” he praised you with a chuckle. “Ain’t even need to tell ya.”
Joel’s head fell back and his jaw got slack as you were kissing his jaw and neck, still riding him. When you pulled back, your lips and chin glistening, Joel dropped his head to watch your cunt swallow his shaft again and again. Your cream was gathering on the base of his cock and covering his coarse pubes.
Your movements were getting hectic, desperate, and Joel was ready to come too.
“Milk daddy again, babydoll. Make it right this time. Let me fill ‘er up.”
You pressed your body close to his with need and after moaning ’Daddy’ into the crease of his neck began shaking on his cock, squeezing it, pulsating, gripping it tight.
It sent Joel right over the edge and his dick spat a long rope of cum into your core, then another and another. He grabbed you by the waist and started moving you up and down, prolonging your orgasms, fucking his cum deeper. He wanted it inside you forever, claiming you, marking you, making you his. Joel squirted the final rope with his arms under yours, his hands pressing on your shoulders, pushing your whole body onto his cock. He emptied his balls to the last drop and you accepted his load moaning and whimpering.
Joel slouched in the chair, exhausted but satisfied, and you rested on his chest. A few moments later Joel looked at his watch and croaked, getting your attention with a light spank over your ass,
“C’mon up, sweetie. She’ll be up soon.”
Joel helped you to get up and cleaned his cum off the table with the paper towel. You weren’t helping. Standing by Joel, you looked drunk, your legs shaking. Your stepdad smirked after assessing your look and helped to put your shorts back on.
“Damn. Lookin like after a gangbang. Can you walk?”
“Yeah,” you mumbled and stumbled to the door, like a deer that recently learnt how to walk. Joel furrowed his brows. Your mom would definitely ask what had happened to you. Hopefully she wouldn’t see you sneaking up to your room.
Unfortunately, Joel’s luck ran out. He heard a squeak.
Fuck!
In three big steps Joel reached you and took you in his arms, bridal style. You gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Follow my lead,” he said under his breath and carried you out of the kitchen.
“Oh my god, what happened?!” his wife exclaimed, frozen in the middle of the stairs.
“She hit her toe, honey. Clumsy girl. Don’t worry. I’ll help her up to her bedroom.”
You were nodding, looking sad, and Joel smirked in his mind. Little slut was ready to lie.
“Is it broken?” Your mom’s voice was worried.
“No, just hurts,” you replied with a shaky voice, ”I’ll be fine.”
Joel hurriedly walked up the stairs, carrying you in his strong arms, leaving you mother behind.
”Don’t worry, honey. I’ll get her everything she needs.”
“Thank you, Joel,” he heard his wife say on her way to the kitchen. Hopefully she won’t notice the scent of sex and cum there, Joel thought.
He shut your bedroom door behind him with his foot, carried you to the bed and laid you down.
“What did I tell ya? She’ll believe anythin,” he smirked, standing by the bed, his hands on his hips.
You smiled a little and leaned against the headboard with a sigh of relief.
Joel’s gaze slid down from your tired looking face to your shorts. An idea of pushing his cum back into your soft hole with his fingers flashed in his mind. No! He needed to return to the kitchen and reassure your mother. God forbid she’d come up to check on you and notice all the cum stains on your clothes.
“We had fun, uh, beautiful?”
“Yeah,” you mumbled.
“Wasn’t talkin to you,” Joel gruffed before bending down and petting your pussy over your shorts. You scuffed and Joel barked a loud laugh.
Then he left your bedroom with a wide smile on his face and thoroughly drained balls.
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Summary: Joel declares a full‑blown "belly crisis" after deciding his stomach deserves far more attention than it gets, dragging you on top of his belly with a lazy, smug and dangerously tempting smirk. What follows is you, grinding on his belly with a new found sensation that makes you crave more than you like to admit.
A/N: @lilithsmonsters ask in my inbox completely derailed my brain so badly that i HAD to write a whole fic about belly grinding and lemme tell you...he is UNHINGED. Thank you so much for the message — hope you enjoy what your chaos created lmao
"Y'know, I been thinkin'…"
Already a bad sign with this old bastard.
He gives you that lazy, half-lidded grin—the one that means he's about to say something he absolutely shouldn't—while dragging a hand over his stomach like he's showing off a trophy, fingers sinking into the soft, doughy flesh that hangs just a bit over his belt, all that fat layered over years of hard living and harder indulgences, warm and inviting in its unapologetic bulk.
"This here?" He pats his belly like he's proud of it, the slap echoing a little as his palm connects with the skin. "This is quality. Premium. Top damn shelf stuff, darlin'. Built like a goddamn fortress from all them years haulin' ass through hell, and you—" he points at you like you're the one bein' unreasonable, "you don't give it half the attention it deserves."
You stare at him. "Joel."
"Shit, I'm talkin' prime real estate, soft as a fresh-baked roll but solid underneath, beggin' for a pretty thing like you to come grind on it till you're screamin'."
His ramblings don't stop. He ignores you completely, leaning back on the bed with that smug, lazy smirk that always gets under your skin.
"I mean, hell, sweetheart, I'm sittin' here wonderin' what a man's gotta do to get a little appreciation around here. Got all this real estate goin' to waste, this big ol' gut that's seen more action than most cocks twice its age, and you actin' like it ain't the best damn seat in the house."
His hands strokes over his belly once.
"Christ, imagine slidin' that sweet little honeypot right over it, lettin' it squish up against you while I watch you lose your mind."
He leans back further, smug as sin, his belly protruding proudly, the faint trail of coarse hair disappearing into his waistband like an invitation for you.
You groan. "You can't be serious, Joel."
"Oh, I'm real serious, honey." He taps his stomach again, dramatic, the fat quivering under his fingers. "This is prime territory. Untouched. Neglected. Downright tragic, if you ask me. Bet if you gave it half a chance, you'd be real fond of it."
A beat.
That wicked little smirk, eyes gleaming with filthy intent.
"Real fond. Slippin' and slidin' till your juices are drippin' down my sides, markin' me up like I own that tight pussy of yours."
You roll your eyes, but he's already spiraling, words tumbling out in that endless, deranged stream.
"See, I figure a gal like you needs somethin' real to rub up on, not all that fake hard bullshit from younger folks. This here's authentic—warm, plush, gonna cradle that clit like it was made for it. Hell, I could lay here all night feelin' you hump it, beggin' Daddy for more while I tell ya how right I am."
You throw a pillow at him. He catches it in one had, grinning like an idiot, tossing it aside without breaking eye contact.
"C'mon, honey," he drawls, voice dropping into that teasing gravel. "Don't act like you ain't curious. I know that look—the one where you're half-pissed at my mouth but your thighs are clenchin' thinkin' about what I could do to ya."
You sputter. "What look?"
"That one." He points at your face, his other hand idly stroking the curve of his gut, thumb dipping into the soft fold above his navel. "The 'Joel, you're a filthy old pervert but unfortunately you fuck like a god' look. Admit it, darlin'. You been eyein' this belly since we started this little arrangement, wonderin' how it'd feel pressin' up on that honeypot till you're soakin' it through."
You try not to roll your eyes, annoyance bubbling up because yeah, he's maybe a rambling sleaze who never shuts up, but damn if his confidence doesn't make your pulse kick up.
He's sprawled out like he owns the damn world, that fat tummy on full display, rising and falling with each breath, the skin stretched taut over the generous swell, dotted with a smattering of dark hairs that thicken lower down, leading to the bulge in his jeans that's already twitching with interest.
"Fine," you say, crossing your arms but stepping closer anyway, because as much as he annoys you with his unhinged bullshit, those orgasms he wrings out of you are worth every eye-roll. "You want appreciation? Earn it, you old goat."
His eyes light up.
"Oh yeah? And how's a fella supposed to do that, huh? You gonna climb on and show me, or do I gotta beg? Nah, fuck that—I don't beg."
You don't answer with words.
Instead, you swing a leg over his lap, straddling his thighs first, your hands planting on his chest for balance, feeling the wiry hair and solid muscle beneath his shirt.
Joel's breath hitches, rough and eager, but he plays it cool—or as cool as this motormouth can—those big, calloused hands settling on your hips like they've done a hundred times before.
"Like this?" you tease, grinding down just a little, feeling the heat of his hardening cock through his jeans pressing against your cunt.
But you shift up, sliding your weight forward until your core hovers right over that prized belly of his.
Joel's grin turns downright feral, teeth flashing in his lined face.
"Go on, lower that pretty pussy down—let ol' Joel's gut show you what it's made for. Bet it's gonna feel like slidin' into heaven, all soft and warm, huggin' your folds just right while I talk you through every second."
You hesitate, annoyance flaring because no way his stupid fat belly gonna feel that good—no way you're giving him the satisfaction of admitting it.
But curiosity and that building ache win out, and you lower yourself slowly, your pussy pressing against the firm give of his stomach through your thin shorts, the fabric bunching up as his skin meets yours.
It's immediate; that plush warmth under you, layers that dimple under your weight, warm and slightly sticky from the day's heat, the coarse hairs tickling your inner thighs like a tease.
"Fuck, Joel," you mutter.
You start to rock just a bit, testing it. It's not bad, but you're not about to say that—his ego's big enough without your help.
He groans low, one hand sliding up your back to tangle in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp, the other gripping your ass to guide you, fingers digging into the flesh.
"That's it, sweetheart. Ride it out. Feel how this big ol' belly cradles that honeypot? Soft as sin, ain't it? Gonna make you drip all over me, leavin' your scent on every inch while I watch you fight it." He rasps, tugging on your hair again. "But you can't fight it forever—Daddy knows what you need, and it's this fat gut grindin' up on your clit till you're shakin'."
His voice is all gravel and heat, rambling on without pause, that unhinged mouth firing off deranged filth like its poetry (or his own perception of it).
"Look at you, already gettin' slick—bet those lips are partin' for me, suckin' at my skin like they do my cock. Go on, hump it harder, darlin'. Let it squish up against that swollen little nub."
You bite your lip, grinding down despite the annoyance—his words are so over-the-top, so smug, but they worm into your head, making the friction hotter.
"Shut up," you pant, but there's no real bite.
Your hands splay over his chest as you pick up the pace, sliding your soaked pussy along the length of his belly, the slickness making every pass smoother, more obscene.
"Shut up? Nah, honey, I'm just gettin' started."Joel chuckles, the vibration rumbling right through you, sending sparks straight to your core.
"Bet you wanna lick it up after, taste yourself on ol' Joel's belly. Come on, admit it feels good—ain't no shame in lovin' a real man's body, all this padding made for makin' you cum buckets."
He bucks up slightly, pressing the swell harder against you, his free hand roaming to pinch your nipple through your shirt, twisting until you whimper.
"That's right, fight it all you want, but your body's tellin' on ya. Clenchin' and grindin' like a bitch in heat. Daddy's gonna talk you right over the edge—see how this fat tummy milks that honeypot? Gonna make you squirt if you keep goin', flood me till I'm drenched and you're beggin' for my cock next."
The words are relentless, deranged and filthy, pouring out in that confident drawl as his eyes lock on yours, dark and hungry, watching every twitch of your face.
You're annoyed—god, so annoyed at how he never stops, how he's so damn sure of himself—but the orgasms he gives are so good, and this one's creeping up fast, his smug rambling pushing you closer even as you resist.
"Joel—fuck, it doesn't—" you start, but it's a lie, your movements turning erratic, hips slamming down harder, every slide dragging your clit over that perfect ridge where muscle meets pudge.
"See? I was right all along—this premium belly's your new favorite toy. Cum for me, drench daddy, show me how much you love it even if your mouth says no." His voice drops lower, "That's it, honey—let go. See, I was right."
It's the smugness that tips you over, that endless, unhinged torrent of filth from this old man who knows exactly how to break you.
You shudder, grinding down hard as the orgasm crashes through, your pussy clenching and pulsing against his skin, soaking him in waves, the fat tummy slick and shining under you. He holds you steady, murmuring more deranged praises—"There ya go, floodin' Daddy's gut like a good girl, I was right, fuck yes"—his own breathing ragged, cock throbbing forgotten against your thigh.
When you slump forward, spent and half-laughing through the annoyance, he smirks up at you, hand stroking his now-glistening belly like a prize.
"Told ya. Premium stuff. Now, you gonna clean this up with that tongue, or we movin' on to the main event?"
You swat his chest, but there's no denying the afterglow. "Shut up and fuck me already, you smug bastard."
His laugh is pure victory, rough and triumphant. "Yes, ma'am. I got you."
Um...yes please.
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hi guts! i’ve been thinking about riding joel’s tummy with his cum stil dripping out and i feel like you would get it <3
like he’s pervy and old but mostly old so when he can’t get it up multiple times a day yall gotta improvise and he’s had enough pairs of jeans ruined so this was the next best solution
HI NON I HOPE YOU KNOW I JUST HAD TO SET MY PHONE DOWN AND TAKE A LAP AROUND THE HOUSE AFTER READING THIS!!! 😭😭 (i love it i love I LOVE IT 💞)
And to think he’s so exhausted after a long day at work, too!! Y’all KNOW he’s working his tail off on the job site, ordering his men around and telling them what to do, and honestly, at his age, like you said, he just can’t keep up with you sometimes!! You’ve got your lips wrapped around his cock before the sun has even come up (early morning wake-up call HELLO), you tuck him fuck him into bed every night, and sometimes, sometimes you even come to visit him at work and end up bent over the tailgate of his truck or the desk in his office. Joel is trying like hell to last for rounds, but it isn’t always happening.
That’s when you find yourself perched on his tummy, straddling his sides with that pleading look in your eyes.
“But I wanna go again,” you pout at him.
“Ain’t a blue pill in five hundred miles that could wake this dick of mine up from the dead, sweetheart. M’sorry.”
Really, Joel doesn’t need to apologize for anything. You know he knows you don’t actually want to pressure him—you just love acting needy and bratty, occasionally LOL
So, with those big, callused, liver-spotted hands of his, he rocks you back and forth over his stomach, again and again.
The mound of that shelf of flesh is smooth and soft, it’s true, but it’s also covered in little black and gray (mostly gray now) hairs. They’re coarse and they’re crude, and they make for the most delicious sort of friction against your just-fucked cunt when you’re the most sensitive you’ve ever been. Whimpering, whining, cursing under your breath, you get exactly what you wanted and then some as Joel manhandles you over his tummy and makes you ‘ride’ him that way. His cum slides out from between your slick, puffy folds and smears all over the skin, but he doesn’t mind. Joel just nods and smiles. Tells you, ‘Thass’a good girl for me, huh? Gettin’ her old man all messy from the cum he just fucked into her pussy, such a sweet, needy thing f’me.’ And by the time you’re done, it’s a fuckin’ MESSSS all over that big, hairy belly of his but you’re shaking so bad from your orgasm and Joel’s smiling so big, neither of you really care at all 😝
cute little oneshot about joel being a sweetheart and treating his women real good after sex :(
pairing: joel miller x f!chubby!reader
cw: i would say no outbreak au but its not really specified, FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF, references to sex and sexual jokes, established relationship, minimal age gap implied (i imagined it to be around 5-10 years maybe?), quick usage of pussy pronouns (oops), slight talk about insecurity, joel being sickeningly smitten and caring, soft!joel, brief mention of squirting (once again, oops), reader and joel are pretty much nakey, i think thats it??
After about an hour of mindblowingly good sex, you were pretty much spent. It was the first time you’d been in Joel’s house and it was also the first time you’d ever slept with Joel too. You guys had went on a few dates and had really hit things off. He was a good guy, a real good guy, and as it turns out he was a real good guy in bed too.
The door to the en suite bathroom is open, the bright white light contrasting with the orange hue of the bedroom. You were laid on your back with your head on the pillows behind you, legs spread and chest heaving in a pathetic attempt to try and recover your breath. Joel emerges from the bathroom, flicking the light off as he does so. He looked gorgeous like this, tanned freckled chest sprinkled with little scars and marks. His boxers were now back on his body, sitting low on his hips highlighting the soft pudge of his stomach you had grown to love so much.
He kneels in front of you on the bed and gently runs the damp cloth along your thighs and pussy, making sure to be extra careful around your clit.
“How’s she feeling?” Joel looks up at you and nods to in between your legs. You give him a breathless laugh, “It’s a ‘she’ now?” Joel furrows his brows in mock offence as he places the cloth to one side and climbs into bed next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his warm hairy chest.
“Don’t call her ‘it’” He places a quick kiss into your hair “Imagine if I started callin’ you that?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Well, she’s doing just fine, little sore, but s’fine.” You wrap your arm over his stomach as your head rest on his sternum. The sound of his heartbeat was making you sleepy, you felt so relaxed and so safe, like the outside world had completely melted away and it was only you and Joel in this universe.
Joel’s hand snakes its way up to your hair, taking his index finger and twirling little sections. “D’ya enjoy yourself, sweetheart?” Joel asks, his southern drawl becoming stronger the more tired he starts to get. You looked up at him like he was insane, like he’d just asked you the most egregious question you’d ever heard. “Did I enjoy it? Miller, you sent me to another dimension.” He chuckles and pinches the bridge of his nose between his finger and thumb, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “You’re too kind, darlin’” Of course, Joel Miller, ever the gentlemen. He couldn’t possibly take a compliment.
You swat his nose with the tip of your finger and giggle. “Joeelll, are you blushing?” Joel rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “No I’m just hot. I just spent the last hour fucking you stupid and you expect me not to be a little worn out?”
“Haven’t got as much stamina as you used to, old man?”
It was a low blow. You weren’t even that much younger than him. “Watch it” He says trying to warn you but theres no heat behind it. “Besides, judging by the pile of sheets sittin’ in my laundry basket right now I’d say I’ve done enough.”
A rush of embarrassment heats up your face and now it was your turn to turn pink. “Y-yeah sorry ‘bout that by the way” You muttered into his chest. Joel smirked and lifted your chin up with his finger before giving you a sympathetic look. “Awh baby, I don’t mean to embarrass you.” He coos, “If anything its my fault for making you squi-“
He is abruptly cut off by you smacking his chest. “Joeelll!” You whine and managed to escape his grasp before turning over on your side away from him. Joel quickly follows however, pressing one hand onto your soft belly and pulling you flush against him and the other arm snaking underneath your head and grabbing your hand to interlock with his. He pressed his nose up against your shoulder and left gentle, wet kisses along your upper back.
Joel felt as if he was in heaven, he had no idea what he had done to deserve any of this. He had no idea how he’d been so lucky to be in the right place at the right time to meet you. And now, he’s seen a whole new side to you. He knows how your insides feel, how you moan, how you react when his fingers graze the different parts of your body and how quickly goosebumps rise upon your skin.
“Such a pretty body” Joel mumbles almost like his mind had melted and now all his inner monologue had just begun pouring out his mouth. His hand roams from the top of your rib cage, over your waist and over your hips. His fingers delicately tracing little freckles and purple stretch marks that would have made you feel self conscious around anybody else but you saw the way Joel looked at you. He looked at you with passion, like you were a hand painted renaissance portrait that had just crawled out of her picture frame and came to life in front of him. “How the hell have I got so lucky, eh?” His lips begin to leave little pecks behind your ear, his breath tickled your neck making you squirm and giggle.
“You tryna get away from me, darlin’?” He asks with a big grin on his face.
“Never.” You reply drowsily, kissing the rough skin of his knuckles on the hand that was still interlocked with yours before shutting your eyes. “Goodnight, Joel, dream of me.”
“I’m sure I will, sweet girl.” He gives you a kiss on the shoulder before nuzzling his head into your neck. “Goodnight.”
Joel didn’t fall asleep until you did, despite having to fight off his tired droopy eyes. You looked so peaceful, so comfortable. You were relaxed around him no matter what. You just felt like you could melt all your worries into his arms and just forget about things for a moment. It was something that you were starting to cherish the more time you spent with each other.
And Joel was just happy that he could make you feel that way.
this is getting a little better!! i’ve been so sick recently so i’m really sorry for being so quiet but i’m recovering now and i’m back! let me know what you think, or any advice if anything needs improving <3
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Devil in the details - Hot priest!Joel Miller x f!reader
Kinktober: forbidden sex, priest kink
Rating: Explicit, MDNI
Summary: You always were a good christian girl, until you met your new parish priest, Father Joel.
WC: 5,6k
Tags: smut, religious themes, priest kink, improper use of liturgical objects and prayers, unprotected p in v sex, dirty talk, dom!Joel, awkward!Joel, unexperienced reader (only because she grew up in a very religious family, she's a grown ass adult), nipple play, tits slapping, oral (Joel receiving), mention of porn, filthy unholy stuff all over the place (don't say I didn't warn you), ambiguous ending.
A/N: Someone probably will remember this one and also remember the struggle that gave me the first time I tried to wrote it...why, do you ask? I don't even know LMAO but I swear it was so hard. But yeah, I just read it again and I thought it was better than I remembered and I thought it deserved to be here again. Title comes from a Placebo song. The whole fic was originally heavily inspired by Fleabag and my beloved Hot Priest ❤️ English is not my first language, I'm sorry for any mistakes.
Thanks so much to anyone who will read this, I really hope you like it!
First image in the header is a precious gift from @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog that I always cherished in my heart, isn't it great?! Thank you so much, Kate, I love you! 🥹
It all started on a Sunday.
You came to your neighborhood church expecting a nice function and you exited knowing you were doomed.
That Sunday you met the new parish priest.
From the first moment you felt like something in you was compromised.
You couldn't even explain it to yourself and you had never felt like this, it was something so unfamiliar.
A need you’ve never felt before.
Your eyes glued to his holy form, adoring his raven curly hair, his scruff, the curve of his neck, his strong nose, plump lips, broad shoulders, thick thighs, big hands.
Courteous and kind as he greeted parishioners leaving the church, he shook your hand and you felt a jolt.
You weren’t like this before, you did things to do good to others before. But now…
Volunteering for every event, clothing drive, bake sale, children's shows. You were always there for the ride. Making excuses to talk to him.
Wondering if he had any more freckles than the ones on his neck, how warm his skin would be, how manly and intoxicating his scent would be, what his kisses would taste like, what his fingers would have felt like inside your cunt, peeking at the outline of his cock under his black pants.
A perfect Christian girl who would have make your mother proud on the outside, a raging hell of arousal on the inside.
You couldn’t believe that he was him who had awakened this new person inside you, insanely hungry, wanting, needy to taste, lick, bite.
His low gruff voice grueling from his chest echoed against your damp inner walls so much that you were almost afraid to get up after the mass and see a stain where you were seated.
It was more and more difficult every time to fight your urge, stay on the tracks of life that you were taught to live, no sex before marriage, no masturbation because it’s a sin, no impure thoughts because you were a good girl.
Yet now you could hear them, all those voices crowding your head, pushing you towards something you had been taught was wrong.
Entering the church you were trembling, guilt pulsing in your gut.
Everything was quiet and serene, your eyes wandered on the frescoed walls, the organ, the large altar and the wooden benches neatly lined up in rows in the central nave.
Your steps sounded uncertain and timid on the marble floor.
You entered the confessional feeling your heart beating wildly in your chest, palms sweating and your mouth dry.
You could hear his breathing through the grate.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned”
The following silence weighed like never before.
“Open your heart to the Lord so He can forgive your sins”
And you had confessed.
The words slipped from your mouth like pearls from a broken necklace, finally rolling free between your lips revealing your every sordid thought.
The girl shaped by catholic parents to be a modest virgin, mother and maid, perfect smile and delicate manners was in reality a shameful bundle of filth.
You were a sinner.
A sinner eaten out from dirty thoughts.
You told him how you couldn't stop thinking about him, how you had questioned your feelings and who you were as a person, how you hadn't spent a night without touching yourself thinking about him in many months.
You told him about your desire to kiss him and more. So much more. Everything.
Every single time you lowered your hand in your panties, every single time you squeezed your breasts, driven by instinct and desire, every single time you thought of him as Joel. Just Joel, a man.
You just wanted to let go of the weight on your chest, coming clean. If you said it all out loud you would have realized how crazy it was.
You heard the door snapping, a few heavy steps close to where you were seated, the door opening to your side.
Suddenly he was there, standing in front of you.
He said nothing, only grabbed your arm, dragging you to the rectory.
Dust in the air danced beneath the soft light that came in from two small windows high up.
There wasn't much in the room, a cupboard where liturgical objects were kept, a wooden table, a wardrobe where the clothes for the service were hung.
Nobody was there except the two of you, you could hear the rumble of his breathing and your heart drumming behind your rib cage.
He was staring at you.
Your mouth sealed, a lump in your stomach.
You thought about the day he tried to teach you how to play guitar.
You were here, together, helping with the Christmas party.
He was sitting strumming when you walked in.
You tried not to surprise him from behind by pretending to cough and he turned to you. He didn’t stop playing as he greeted you, you told him “I didn’t know you played” and he invited you to try. As you sat down your legs were shaking, he gave you the guitar and you just stared at it, fingers uncertain and mind empty.
“It’s not that hard” he told you and he leaned over you taking one of your hands in his and placing it on the neck of the guitar, moving your fingers over the strings “like this. Now play”
You strummed on the guitar and an unpleasant sound came out, you both laughed softly at your clumsiness and a flood of pleasure slicked your panties.
His breath on you was like a caress, you felt the minty scent grazing at your nostrils.
For a moment, just for a moment you thought, “I could turn around right now and kiss him. A few inches and my lips would be on his.”
Your desire flowed before your eyes, leaving you with nothing else to look at.
“But I can’t. I can’t.”
You've tried to swat away that sinful thought with another strum on the guitar but nothing disappeared, it burned in your core even strongly than before instead.
You thought about that day when the rain caught you on your way to set up the bake sale, how you walked into the rectory soaked from head to toe, how he looked at your shirt stuck to your skin that left little to the imagination, how you instinctively covered yourself when you just wanted to let your arms hang at your sides and let him look at you. You saw a reaction in his eyes as he mumbled that he was going to get you a towel, just a moment before he regained his composure, and it was enough. You knew that he was not indifferent to you. That night you touched yourself imagining what it would be like if he took your shirt off, if he placed his lips on your neck, his tongue on your breast, his cock inside you.
You started to navigate on porn sites daily, out of curiosity at first and then because you needed to see, you needed to imagine, you needed to visualize something so unfamiliar and strange to you.
You were ashamed, but at the same time you couldn't help it, it was the only resource you could think of looking for and it was there, on your phone, private, no one would have known. You didn't even imagine you would find so many options, a whole catalog of big dicks, huge tits, positions that your brain couldn't conceive.
Seeing those women pleasuring themselves scared you but at the same time attracted you.
You wanted to be like them, you wanted to reach that pleasure, you wanted to try their way of using their hands, you wanted to refine your clumsy way of reaching that heat between your legs.
You sinked into it.
If your parents had known, if your community had known, you would have been branded an unworthy woman, a pervert, a slut.
But your parents were far away now, your whole life was somewhere else and you were proud to have freed yourself from the golden cage they had locked you in. You were an adult now, it was the moment to choose for yourself. If they hadn’t always denied you any other vision of the world, if they hadn’t forbidden you to have the experiences that everyone has in their youth, maybe it wouldn’t have happened this way.
His mouth was a thin line, tensed, you looked into his eyes and you saw nothing than dark.
So much different from the gentle detachment he had always shown to everyone, his look was a mixture of concern, agitation, maybe a hint of fear, but most of all - to your great surprise - sexual arousal.
You could see him cracking behind those eyes, you could feel his mind filling with all sorts of questions.
His voice was barely a whisper but sharp as a blade when he finally spoke “Are you even honest with that ‘I am a good christian’ thing? Say the truth”
You hesitated, the uneasiest bitter taste in your mouth.
“I-” your throat was like atrophied “yes” you tried to say.
“No, you’re not. The least you could do is being fucking honest with Him” he raised his finger pointing it at the ceiling.
You’ve never heard him cursing before.
You looked down feeling the weight of your stomach turn to lead and then concrete and if you thought you were free now you felt even more guilty.
You said the only thing your brain could think of at that moment and you knew what you were asking for, you knew what it would do to him and you knew you would drag him down with you. And yet you did it anyway, because desire was stronger than faith, than lies, than truth.
“I need-I need to repent. Teach me” you pleaded “teach me how to be good”
Something lit up in his gaze, like a spark of hell, a glow of lust that was never there before.
He turned around and you hungrily followed his every move.
His hands moving expertly, the cupboard opening, him taking out the mass wine and pouring it into a chalice.
You saw him down the entire glass, without hesitation, without a shred of tremor.
You felt like you were watching a hurricane approaching, just waiting for the wind to suck you in without being able to do anything else.
You wanted it. You wanted it to sweep you away, to make you someone else, braver, indomitable, someone who wasn’t afraid to say what she wanted because of a belief that had been instilled in her, someone who was simply herself.
We are all born with guilt, you told yourself. I am tired, tired of dealing with mine so much.
You just wanted to feel alive, to feel something authentic and fierce, no half measures.
You wanted to be desired in a way that felt relentless and desperate, like air that is necessary to keep humans alive, something unique and undeniable.
Could Joel read it in your eyes?
He was so good at reading people, you could tell right away.
He had guessed a lot about you.
He had noticed how coffee was a weakness of yours - and his - and he offered you a cup first thing at every meeting.
He had noticed how nervous Danny, a parishioner who liked to play the fool with any woman present, most often in front of his wife, got you and made sure to never leave you alone with him.
He had noticed how much you enjoyed sewing and had assigned you the costumes for the play and praised your work.
And he did the same with the guitar that day when he saw how enthusiast and curious you were about it. He didn't say it openly, but his gestures spoke for him.
He came closer to you again, bending the chalice to your mouth and said “drink”. An order, sharp and cold.
At that point you didn’t care it was something you were not supposed to do, forbidden, maybe unholy even, you just drank.
You were dealing with a part of yourself that always existed but you had put that in a box.
Joel looked into your eyes sternly and said: “Show me the good Christian that you think you are. Pray.”
“What?”
“Pray. Right now”
“What prayer?” You asked, confused.
“You're not starting off well, you should know that.” He smirked, caught you in fail.
“Act of contrition” you whispered and he nodded “yes. That’s right.”
He was just inches away from you, his crucifix hanging between your bodies, grazing at your stomach.
You began to recite in a low voice, stumbling over your words, your brain couldn’t think straight:
“O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, and I detest… all my sins because of thy just punishments, but most of all because they offended Thee, my God, who art all good and deserving all my love.”
You said it dozen of times before and yet it seemed totally different in that moment.
Joel took off his rosary, letting it dangle from his hand and swing across your chest. Beads brushed against the cotton bra you wore under your blouse, making your nipples harden, you could feel them pushing against the fabric.
“Go on”
“I- I firmly resolve with the help of Thy grace to sin no more and to avoid the near occasion of sin. Amen”
“Take off your shirt,” he told you in a whisper.
Something shifted inside him “and your bra”
His voice was no longer the same, it came from deep within him, frighteningly authoritarian.
It seemed like a magic instrument that was hypnotizing you.
You did what he told you.
You were naked in front of a man for the first time. It could have happened before, much before, but of course you couldn’t because you never got married. No one was supposed to see your body except the man you were going to take to the altar.
That’s what they taught you.
Joel looked at you, entranced, almost in disbelief.
You wondered how long it had been since he’d seen someone else’s naked body, what effect it had on him.
You were more alike than you seemed, both of you denied something because of religion.
You were both more needy and frustrated than you were allowed to admit.
Tension hung in the air like a fog that clouded both of your gazes.
Every time you had noticed the way he looked at you, you felt like it was all in your head, like you were a poor naive girl who was building castles in the air, but now you knew that wasn't the case.
You prayed deep down that he wouldn’t decide to stop.
He raised his arm, clutching his rosary. You felt a slash through the air and then a sharp smack on your nipple.
You looked down shocked as the pain quickly turned into a dull pleasure rising from the pit of your tummy, slowly fading, becoming a tingling sensation.
You liked it.
You wanted more.
He did the same at your other breast and all the breath you had left in your body had slipped past your lips in a lustful sob.
He took one of your nipples between his fingers, twisting and pinching it and you couldn’t help but moan. A sound you never made for no one and you made it first for a priest.
His body pushed you against the wall, his breath on your neck, his fingers didn't stop torturing your nipple.
Everything you saw was red. Red like the passion you had never felt before, red like the blood that pulsed in your veins, red like sin.
“Kneel” he said firmly.
You were equal parts scared of making a fool of yourself and eager to try.
You knelt down, feeling the cold of the floor touch your shins.
His eyes were as uncertain as yours, it was new territory for both of you but you saw a flame burning in him and you felt it inside you.
His face was serious, tense, as if he was ashamed of what he was doing but couldn't contain.
He was punishing you and punishing himself at the same time.
You weren’t afraid though, you were ready to face what was eating you up and you trusted Joel for some reason. You could see in him that he wouldn’t hurt you more than you wanted.
Your tentative fingers undid his pants, letting them sag around his ankles. A pronounced erection protruded from his boxers as his eyes almost begged you to do what he asked, they weren’t cruel and ruthless eyes, but rather needy and guilty.
You moved your hand closer to his crotch, hesitating for a moment before placing it there, testing the sensation, opening your fingers around it to realize how thick it was. You could feel the heat through the fabric. You caressed it, feeling the tremor that shook Joel's body.
Your eyes couldn't tear themselves away, it was the first time you had seen a cock in person, you were amazed and attracted. You continued to caress him until you heard a grunt leave Joel’s lips and a stain wet the front of his boxers. You were struck by how much he was growing under your hand and by the smell of him, like musk, pungent but not unpleasant.
You remembered the videos you had seen, how women did it, looking into the men's eyes lustfully, with a confidence you had never acquired.
You wanted to be like them, but you were afraid of being ridiculous or grotesque.
You slowly pulled down his boxers, gasping at the sight of his cock springing free.
Joel had his eyes fixed on you, they were encouraging somehow, he made you feel safe but the trembling of your fingers didn’t stop.
You took his shaft in your hand again and were surprised at how soft his skin was there, velvety. You watched that thin layer of skin retract as you moved your hand up and down like you had seen in the videos.
It felt incredible. It was heavy, hot and throbbing. It was uncut. His big balls hanging right under. You ran your thumb over the tip of it, collecting the pre-cum that was leaking, spreading it around.
Joel was quiet, he let you do it, probably it was all too much at that moment, even for him.
He was touch starved, just like you.
You lowered your head and licked him, just with the tip of your tongue. A timid lick, like a kitten.
His taste, matching the musky scent you could smell, invaded your mouth in an instant.
You had never tasted anything like it. You wanted more. You braced yourself, while Joel waited, and licked once more, this time starting at the base and working your way up.
Joel groaned.
You pulled away, looking into his eyes, he brought a hand to your cheek and then to your chin and took it in his palm.
“You are so beautiful” he whispered.
You felt beautiful, you felt like someone was really seeing you for the first time. And you loved that that someone was him.
You took a deep breath and lowered your head onto his cock, starting to take it into your mouth.
You knew you couldn't fit it all in your mouth, but you wanted to take as much as you could.
“Don’t force yourself” Joel murmured as your lips touched his skin, causing another whine from him.
“I want to do it” you replied resolutely, you were loving hearing him whimper beneath you.
His length slid across your tongue, wet and salty, your lips closing around it.
You shut your eyes and focused on that feeling, just holding it there, nestled inside.
“Suck it,” Joel commanded gently, bringing a hand into your hair and twining his fingers there.
You were unsure how to do it, you tried to suck it in as if you were using a large straw, with all the breath you had.
Joel flinched, almost losing his balance “Easy, babe” he muttered
You pulled away again, eyes widened “oh my god, I’m sorry” almost afraid of having hurt him but he immediately reassured you "no it's okay, just... go slower, go slower if you don't want me to come right away”
“Uh- okay” responding timidly to the smile that was spreading across his face.
You began to suck again more calmly, holding the base tightly with your hand, feeling it pulsate between your fingers and on your tongue.
It was an addictive sensation, spreading through your synapses like a drug.
Well, you never tried drugs, but you imagined that feeling was something like what you were experiencing.
Joel still held your head, his grip tightening as you continued, you could feel his body tense and respond, and you liked it. You liked it more than you ever liked putting on your Sunday best and going to say prayers with your parents like you always had.
There was actually a prayer that was ringing in your head and it was Joel's, who softly repeated "just like that, you're being so good to me”
It was exhilarating.
You felt like you had a true gift, for once in your life.
An obscene gift, but still.
You had the courage to run from your mom and dad and then at what felt like a minute later you found yourself there, naked from waist up, on your knees, sucking a priest cock.
You knew you wanted it, though. You’ve never felt more alive.
You were just a woman, a woman who wanted what other women wanted.
Sex, pleasure, being important to someone or just not being condemned to do what others wanted for you.
You continued to suck as Joel's breathing became heavier and labored.
He was just uttering disconnected phrases at that point, like “oh my God” and “Yes, go on”, his voice hoarse and scratchy.
He started shaking violently, almost falling, as something warm and sticky hit your throat.
You knew what it was, you'd seen it in the videos.
And you were eager to swallow, as you had seen done.
A little of it slipped from your lips, down your chin, onto your neck.
Joel's hand was still in your hair, it almost hurt but it was a delicious pain that you were enduring, a small punishment for the rush of adrenaline and excitement that was coursing through you.
You kept holding it in your mouth until you felt it relax.
“Get up,” Joel said gently, still out of breath, as he was fixing his boxers and pants.
Your knees almost gave out, you leaned against the wall feeling wetness on your panties.
Joel came closer to you, placing a hand on your cheek, pulling you into a deep kiss that left you stunned for a second and then you were more than happy to reciprocate. His tongue in your mouth explored feverishly, you wondered if he could taste himself from your lips.
He pulled out saying “I’ve never done anything like this before” and you replied “me neither.”
And then he was on your lips again, nibbling at your lower one, placing his hand on your thigh, raising it under your skirt, up to your drenched panties, grazing it with his fingers.
You squirmed, moaning a “yes, please” from down your throat, a tingle spreading on your outer lips, in your tummy, up to your chest.
He put his hand inside your panties, brushing your skin.
“What should I do with you?” He asked, in an almost desperate tone, as if he knew he couldn't stop and was asking permission not to.
“Make me come” you pleaded “Please.”
He sighed, pulling your panties aside and sliding his index and middle fingers between your folds, gathering your wetness up to your clit, starting circling it as you writhed.
It was different than when you did it yourself, his fingers bigger and stronger, his touch a little clumsy but still effective and intoxicating.
His mouth landed on your neck, stifling a moan, sucking a hickey where it joined your shoulders, nibbling hungrily at your skin.
“Have you ever done this before?”
“Just…me”
He smirked “did you put your fingers inside you?”
“I- yes.” there were no point on beating around the bush, you already told him that you touched yourself thinking about him. You were already deep down into that abyss.
“Put your fingers in me” you added immediately “I want to feel it, please Joel, I want to know what they can do to me”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” You breathed.
He prodded at your entrance, just a little bit, making you whine just with his fingers tip.
The rosary lay abandoned on the floor, you could see it out of the corner of your eye and you didn't care about that eyewitness symbol of what was happening between you two.
You would have liked him to put it around your neck while he fucked you, fully participating in that sinful act.
You felt two of his fingers sink inside you, filling that void that you had never been able to fill on your own, stretching you.
It hurts a little at first because they were bigger than yours, but then it was more heavenly than anything else.
If you were made for anything, it was to be there in that moment.
Joel looked ecstatic “God, she’s so… wet” he whispered “and warm”
His face was the representation of pleasure, lips slightly parted, his eyes wide, his pupils dilated, his heavy breathing blowing on your neck.
He started to move his fingers inside you, in and out, rhythmically, each thrust making you shake and sob, a litany of “yes” coming out strangled from your mouth.
He went slowly, taking his time, as if he was savoring every second of your pussy tightening around his fingers.
He placed his other hand on your breast again, cupping and squeezing and then twisting your nipple. Big hand full of your tit.
It was beautiful.
You didn’t know how or why people could deny themselves that, but you certainly wouldn’t do it again, not after having Joel inside you. He curled his fingers, looking for the right way to make you feel the pleasure you wanted, the one you kept asking for.
“Is that alright? You like that, baby?” He asked with an hopeful tone
“It feels so good, so good” you told him, clinging to his neck, digging your nails into his soft skin as you felt like you were losing your mind. You didn't care about losing it, your mind had ruled your life for so, so long.
“Please don’t stop” you murmured, tightening your other hand on his wrist, guiding him “don't stop”
You felt your essence slowly leaking out of you, spreading over Joel's fingers and your outer lips, you had never been so soaked, never so much as under Joel's touch.
Your eyes suddenly fixed on that little piece of white cloth that was around his neck, that little piece that made all the difference in the world and made what you were doing wrong in the eyes of others and God and Joel kissed you again like a man deprived and starved, his lips trembling and dramatic, asking silently for more and more, like he was drinking from yours.
He was all over you, like a sailor through a violent storm, he clung to whatever he could, as if it were a matter of life and death.
Tasting him like this, the smell of his skin, his warmth, his clerical clothes rubbing against your half-naked body, made your head spin.
You moved your hand onto his collar, grasping it with your fingers, pulling it, until it came undone, you squeezed it as you came copiously, repeating Joel's name and God's, cutting off your moans, abandoning your head on Joel's shoulder.
It was all too much and yet not enough, you wished it would never end. Joel held you tight, one hand moving behind your back, as his fingers continued to sink into you. The blinding pleasure that had invaded every fiber of your body was raging like hell’s flames inside you, like a sinful but also purifying fire, wrong and right, heavenly and hellish.
And then it slowly faded, giving way to a sense of satisfaction that had never belonged to you.
You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, hard and demanding again.
Joel grunted, pulling his fingers out of you.
“I want… I want your cock, Father” you whispered, at that point you felt greedy, delirious, drunk on sex.
His eyes widened.
Being called “Father” was making him even more aroused and dizzy.
You grabbed his balls from above his pants, holding your hand tightly on them “please, Joel” if you were going to Hell for this, you might as well go all the way.
Joel pushed you against the table on the other side of the room, making you sit on it, unzipped his pants again, pulling out his cock without hesitation, as if he had finally accepted his fate.
His fingers were big but his cock… you wondered how it would all fit inside you.
“I’ll go slowly” Joel reassured you “It will fit” he said, brushing your folds with the tip, aligning his cock with your entrance, as if he had guessed your thoughts.
His eyes were blacker than ever as he prodded his tip past through your lips.
It felt overwhelming, so big and pulsing, it hurt but you almost immediately felt a fullness that you had never felt before and a sense of belonging, your pussy opened like a bud, stretching and molding for him.
“She’s tight, so damn tight” Joel gawked “fuck”
You whimpered, looking at his face, so serious, pleasure written all over it and you felt like it was right, it had to be right if it was that good.
“Make me yours, Father, make me good” you pleaded.
Joel growled as he slid in and out of you, slamming against your walls, your pussy making obscene squelching sounds every time he moved, dripping all over his cock and the table.
Being so inexperienced didn’t felt embarrassing, you both were.
You didn’t know if Joel had had sex before but he hadn’t had it in a long time anyway.
You didn't know if it was the way it was supposed to be but you felt like it was natural, not like in the videos you'd seen which were probably mostly choreographed to please the eye.
It was sex. Pure and simple. Urgent, hungry, uncontrolled.
And the way your body reacted, melting like wax under Joel's hands, arching into his touch, bending to his will, and seeking all the friction you could get, told you that this was the right way for you.
“See?” Joel mumbled “You’re taking me so well, baby, a perfect angel for me”
You intertwined your legs behind his back, pushing him against you as much as you could, clinging to his neck and kissing his exposed skin. He was still dressed, only his cock out, and you wanted to rip off his shirt and run your hands down his chest to feel his warm skin on yours but there was no time, it was all too overwhelming, fast, intoxicating.
“Never had a cock inside before but this pussy is made for mine, I swear to God she is”
He started desperately rutting into you, deeper strokes every time, taking God’s name invane, murmuring some prayers while he pounded your cunt.
You could feel his big vein brushing at your walls, his big mushroom hammering your g-spot, the most intense rapture you’ve ever felt.
He pulled at your hair, forcing you to look him in the eye, murmuring “that’s what you wanted, huh? Dragging me to hell with you?”
Your eyes filled with tears at the thought. It was true, you corrupted him, but you were willing to face that just to feel something so strong. You weren’t sure about him though.
But again, he was there, right there with you, with his cock inside your cunt and you didn’t force any of it, he could say no, he could stop, but he choose the sin.
Now blaming you wasn’t so saintly nor kind, but you understood why he did that.
He needed to blame someone other than himself, and you were there, open arm taking the weight for him.
Your ass slid back and forth on the wood of the table with each thrust, one of his hands was on your nipple again while the other held you behind your back. He then moved to your clit, applying pressure on it, circling it with two fingers.
You looked down only to see his cock sinking between your lips, his balls bouncing and the bush of hair that adorned his groin glistening with your juices.
You could smell sex in the air, your mingling scents becoming one, your pleasure merging and becoming one as he shot huge spurts of cum into you.
He muttered a prayer, asking God for forgiveness, his voice exhausted, hoarse, broken by orgasm.
And then you woke up. Your room was quiet, the crucifix that your mom gave you hanging on the wall behind your bed.
It took a few seconds for your sleepy, blurry gaze to settle on it.
You were sweaty and shocked.
You closed your eyes, shutting them and cursing under your breath.
You unrolled your body from the sheets and then stood up and picked up the crucifix.
Thunder rolled in the distance. It was that time of year when you didn’t know whether it was going to storm or snow. Joel was out on a supply run and you were making dinner. Salisbury steak, frozen, with actual fresh potatoes you managed to grow. Something about that Salisbury steak, foraged from a shockingly still-working chest freezer in the basement, took you back to childhood. A simpler time before the fungus.
There's a truck out on the four lane
A mile or more away
The whining of his wheels just makes it colder
Joel’s truck rumbled down the gravel country road. Joel slurped his sludge he called coffee as the cheerful DJ segued into a new round of Christmas classics.
“Happy Holidays from all of us here at Mix-“
“Ah hush, it’s November,” Joel rolled his eyes and turned the dial to a news stations. Christmas hadn’t been the same without Sarah. Even with your famous gluten free cookies or the multicolored lights twinkling on his porch, his daughter wasn’t there opening gifts with her daddy and Uncle Tommy.
He's an hour away from riding
On your prayers up in the sky
And ten days on the road are barely gone
There's a fire softly burning
Supper's on the stove
It's the light in your eyes that makes him warm
You heard a familiar jingle coming from the radio, the nightly news was starting.
“This just in! Breaking news out of the CDC, a vaccine for the Cordyceps fungus has been approved for emergency use authorization! Studies have shown this vaccine is over 95% effective at preventing serious infection and 99% effective at stopping the infection within hours of being bitten! More details to come on when and where you can get your vaccine at 11.”
You clutched your stomach and fell to your knees, sobbing. After decades of the world going to hell in a hand basket, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. You traced your fingers along the lower half of your belly.
“It’s going to be okay, little one…” you hadn’t planned this pregnancy, and the idea of raising a child in this god forsaken world sounded like a waking nightmare. You were going to ask Joel to take you to the clinic when he got home, there’s no way you could do this. But that fear melted away in a matter of moments. Joel was going to be a daddy again, and you were going to be a mom. Everything felt like a dream. The door handle jiggled as Joel’s shadow appeared behind the frosted glass. You get up and wipe your tears away. Joel is filthy from being on the road so long, yet a smile slowly crept across his lips for the first time in what seemed like years.
“Didya hear the news?”
Hey, it's good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend
Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again
You lept into Joel’s arms, kissing him with a passion that you thought had lost along the way. His soft, yet prickly mustache tickled your lips as his strong hands travelled to the small of your back, yours tangled in his greasy, graying locks.
“Sure smells good in here, sweet pea,” Joel remarked.
There's all the news to tell him, how you've spent your time
What's the latest thing the neighbors say?
Joel plopped down his backpack and weaponry and sat down at the kitchen island, watching your every move. It had been a good month or so since your curvaceous hips bounced against his. Since your supple breasts were cupped in his rugged, calloused hands. Since his tongue danced against your dripping wet…
“Joel?”
“Yeah?” your husband’s chocolate brown eyes had a glimmer about them. Now couldn’t have been a more perfect time.
“How do I say this? I didn’t think this would happen? At least, not right now. But now there’s a cure and…”
“Well, spit it out, Sugar. What is it?” Joel interjected.
And your mother called last Friday
Sunshine made her cry
You felt the baby move just yesterday
“Joel… I… I’m pregnant,” you stammer. Joel’s head dropped and then snapped towards you. His perma-scowl softened, a single tear trickled down his wrinkled cheek.
“Pregnant? With my child?” your husband chuckled in disbelief.
“No, with Tommy’s baby. Of course it’s yours,” you tease, serving him a plate of Banquet’s finest. Joel grabs your waist and kisses you, his hand resting on your lower stomach.
“You’re makin’ me a daddy,” Joel kisses your forehead. “I never thought I’d ever be a daddy again.”
Hey, it's good to be back home again, yes, it is
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend
Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again
And all the time that I can lay this tired old body down
To feel your fingers feather soft upon me
Your husband’s name escaped your lips as he forged a trail of wet, sloppy kisses across your neck and chest. He thrust gently between your thighs.
“You’re havin’ my baby,” Joel let out a low groan as he felt your warmth. He craved every bit of you whilst traversing the frigid Wyoming landscape. “I reckon you’re gonna get mighty curvy.”
“You think so, Daddy?”
“You’re askin’ for trouble callin’ me that, sweet pea,” Joel’s eyes fluttered as his climax drew nearer. “Something’s so sexy about a lady growin’ my kid… oh fuck… “
“Oh yeah?” you encouraged him. “You can’t wait for these to get all full for you, hm?” you grabbed his hand, placing it on your chest. “Take me Daddy, I’m yours.” He couldn’t last. Not with being buried inside you and his hands on your plush tits. The dirty talk pushed him over the edge. Joel let out a guttural, primal sound as he spilled inside you, gasping and eyes rolling back as you squeezed around him.
The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way
The happiness that living with you brings me
It's the sweetest thing I know of
Just spending time with you
It's the little things that make a house a home
Joel caressed your cheek as you smiled into your pillow, “God damn it, I just love you,” he spoke softly. He got up to add another log to the fire and wrap up in a ratty bathrobe. He climbed back under the covers You rolled over and pressed your head to his chest.
joel miller x innocent! reader, 18+ mdni, legal age gap between reader and joel (reader in early 20s, joel is 61). joel calls himself daddy. joel calls you mama because he's going to make sure youre pregnant after your wedding night.
oh to be joel’s younger wife, all sweet and innocent and demure in jackson until he sets his eyes on you.
you’ve always kept to yourself, been taught that a woman’s flower is for her husband. and so you’ve sat out dating in the mess of jackson until you find “the one.”
and so when joel sets his eyes on you, you’re untouched and pure as a lily. and he’s no prince charming, but he comes in with a heady allure that you can’t say no to. even if he is older. 61 and you don’t even know if he can fuck you, but what do you know about fucking anyway?
he takes you to your shared bedroom in your wedding night, his cock hard and heavy, your cunt drooling, desperate.
and god your virgin cunt is so tight as he pushes in on the wedding night, the moonlight fading in through your lace curtains.
it squeezes his cock, you let out a cry as you’re impaled, each centimetre, millimetre painful for you as he goes in. but god is he going to push all the way in, take what’s his. have his goddamn wife.
“ milkin’ me, ain’t you?” he growls into you, and you can do nothing but moan and whine as he pushes in another inch. “ no, i swear.” you shake your head, or try to, with the sweat making your hair stick to your forehead, “ i’ll only take what you give me, never ask for more.”
and he laughs, watching your eyes roll back in pleasure as he bottoms out, his pubic hair grazing against your clit, making your legs jerk in a pathetic way. you’re twitching with overstimulation, and he keeps on going, this is his wedding night, he’s going to make it stick, until his cock is imprinted into your cunt.
“ milks me so well, doesn’t she, slut?” and it only takes a pathetic few rubs at your clit for you to come on his cock, gushing and sticky around him. you squeeze him so tight, he swears he can see stars, and he paints your insides with thick ropes of his cum, “ think y’good for something else too.”
and then he grabs your hair and pulls you up, your eyelids fluttering, “ ah-a-always good for you, joel.” you slur, desperate to please. a woman must please her husband, that’s another thing you’ve been taught.
he laughs, and he keeps his hand in your hair, “ cockdumb and still remembers to be sweet, y’a keeper, y’know that?”
you smile as he praises you, your clit twitching pitifully again. he notices, he notices.
“ be a mama for me right, carry my babies won’t you?” he pats your stomach, before frowning “ y’think it stuck?” he asks.
“ i don’t, i don’t know joel.” you say, shivering, maybe it did? what do you know about fucking anyway.
“ i don’t know either.” he smiles, because it might not have stuck, who knows if he can do it anyway, “ but can you milk my cock again, do it for daddy, f’me?”
you’ll milk his cock however many times to make it stick.
endnotes: yeah i don't know what this is....um. wish fullfilment i guess.
Joel needs a haircut, and it just so happens that he’s dating the town’s only hairdresser…
a/n: I wrote this quickly in the early hours, oops. It’s just short, plotless Joel smut because you can never have enough
Warnings: 18+, mdni
You stand looking into the bathroom mirror which sits above the vanity as you tie your hair into a messy bun. You and Joel have had a full day in the sun over at Tommy and Maria’s place, celebrating the birthday of their boy. Joel comes into the bathroom behind you, smoothing his hands over the fabric of your dress before wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you back into his front. He buries his face into your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin.
“You looked so good today. Couldn’t stop staring at you in this little dress,” he mumbles. His facial hair tickling the skin on your neck.
“I noticed,” you smile, watching him in the mirror. He starts placing soft, delicate kisses all over the exposed skin of your neck and you move your hand to tangle through his curls. “Baby, you need a haircut.”
“Yeah?” He looks up.
“Let me do it for you.”
“Nah, you don’t have to do that now,”
“But I want to.” You smirk.
You first met Joel when he came into the salon just over two years ago. The salon was a new addition for the town at the time. When you arrived and told Tommy and Maria about the various skills you had to offer, it was obvious that a salon had to become the latest development for the community. That day, when Joel came in, he seemed shy, quiet and unsure, and secretly, you found it adorable.
Over time, even though Joel didn’t speak much when he called in, there was something about him that drew you to him. Whenever you would look up from a client and see Joel standing awkwardly near the door, waiting for his turn, your stomach would flip and you’d try your hardest not to allow your cheeks to turn red at the thought of him. You had to remind yourself that he had no interest in anything other than keeping on top of those luscious curls, so you had to remain professional and simply do your job.
Little did you know though, Joel was interested in more than just a haircut. For years he had done it himself whenever necessary, heading to the barbers in this world wasn’t exactly a thing anymore. But mostly he’d just let it do its own thing; he was never too bothered about his appearance. So when your salon opened in Jackson, at first he saw it as a useful convenience. But sure enough, he soon became caught up in his burning and persistent desire to see you, suddenly needing to get his hair cut more often than he even needed just as an excuse to be in your company.
Now, all this time later, he removes his t-shirt and leans over the sink as you rinse his hair, admiring the broad expanse of his back and shoulders. You massage his head gently, making him hum in pleasure.
“Enjoying this?” You giggle.
“Jesus, you’re so good with your hands,” he says, his head down, eyes closed, and you can see he’s smirking to himself.
When you’re done, you pull a chair into the bathroom and he moves to sit down. He leans back completely relaxed looking up at you. His legs spread wide, and you notice the slight bulge through his jeans as you move to straddle him. His hands come up to hold your waist as you sit on his thighs. You take a towel and fluff his hair with it, trying to dry it. When you put the towel around his shoulders, he looks up at you, hair all messy and damp, and the sight makes you grin. He’s too cute. Touching his jaw, you tilt his head back a little.
“Don’t move.” You warn him.
You comb through the damp hair, concentrating to assess what needs to be taken off. Taking the scissors, you begin to cut at the strands of hair that have become a little too long and messy. He sits silently, watching you do your thing as his large hands trace slowly up and down your thighs.
“Move your head to the side a little for me,” you say. He does exactly that. “Don’t think I ever have this much control over you, apart from when I cut your hair.” You tease. You gather a strand of hair between your fingers and snip carefully.
“Are you serious?” He chuckles.
“No, it’s normally you taking control.” You smile.
“Don’t act like you don’t love it when I do,” he smirks. “Maybe I could get used to this though, you telling me what to do.”
“Yeah? Does it turn you on?”
“Fuck, you know it does. Can’t you feel it?” His hips push up slowly into you, and you gasp. You could feel it; you’ve been feeling it the entire time, tempting you, distracting you, but you’ve been trying hard to focus on finishing the task first. “Might have to reward you after for taking such good care of me.”
You blush, moving his head down gently to get a better angle and you know he’s pleased about that, his eyes now looking straight towards your tits.
“I saw that guy talking to you today.” He says moments later. You look at him curiously.
“At Tommy’s? There were a lot of guys there, Joel.” You smile.
“That irritating, mouthy asshole. The one with the tattoos.” He says, slightly annoyed.
“Brad?” You raise an eyebrow.
“Mmhmm. He’s got a thing for you.”
“Joel,” you chuckle. “Brad’s harmless, and he never stops talking about his wife.”
“I know you think that, but I saw the way he was looking at you earlier; he wouldn’t stop staring at your chest in this dress, and it was pissing me the hell off. Was gonna come over and have words with him, but Tommy pulled me inside for something. He wants you.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” you smile sincerely.
“I am. He better keep his eyes off you from now on; ain’t no one but me allowed to look at you like that. You’re mine.” His hands grip your waist tighter as his hips shift beneath you.
“Baby,” you chuckle, “I’m always yours. You don’t need to worry.” You stop snipping, placing the scissors and the comb on the side. You cup his jaw with both hands, leaning forward to kiss his lips softly. Then you lift the towel from around his shoulders and swipe away the loose hair sticking to his neck. “All done, mister.”
“About fucking time, come ‘ere.” He replies impatiently.
He lifts you with him as he stands, moving you over to sit on the vanity. He moves down your body, hands roaming up your thighs, moving the hem of your dress further up to reveal you to him. He hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls at them; you shift, assisting him in taking them off. When he pulls them over your feet, he tucks them into his back pocket.
“I’m keeping these,” he smirks.
With your desire quickly starting to pool between your thighs, he leans down, pushing your legs wider so you're completely bared to him. He licks a slow trail up from the side of your knee, edging further and further towards your centre. With one hand supporting yourself behind you, the other comes to tangle in his hair, leading him to where you want him. As he reaches your now soaked centre, your head tilts back and a moan escapes your lips.
He tastes you, gently at first, but as you begin to pant, his exploration becomes more desperate, devouring your slick folds.
“Jesus Christ, Joel,” you whisper breathlessly.
He inserts his middle finger into your entrance while his tongue flicks over your clit. You let out a little squeal at the intrusion. He works you good, eventually adding a second finger. You push his head closer against you, desperate for more and he begins to speed up, your hips struggling to stay seated on the vanity.
“Yesss, don’t you dare stop.” You moan.
But as he registers your words, his fingers instantly withdraw from your folds, his head pulls away and you groan in frustration. “What the hell?” You look down at him. His lips are wet with your desire, and he wipes them with the back of his hand. He stands up and tilts your chin up to him, kissing you deep. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and it makes you crazy. You reach down, cupping him through his jeans.
“Take these off,” you order. He does as you say, unbuckling his jeans. He pushes them down just enough for you to be able to take him out. You bite your lip, looking down at his hard, leaking cock. He takes your hand and spits onto it before moving it down to touch him. As you work him, his head falls forward, burying into your neck, and he starts thrusting his hips into your hand as his breathing starts to increase. When you brush your thumb over the head, collecting the bead of precum, his entire body jolts.
“Fuuuck, just like that, baby,” he groans.
As he starts to lose his composure, he moves your hand off him and grips your thighs hard, pulling your ass closer towards him, the edge of the counter digging into your skin a little. You wrap your legs around his waist. Taking himself in hand, he rubs his tip through your folds, teasing you at your entrance.
“Joel, please, I want you.”
“Tell me who you belong to.” His voice is deep. You tighten your legs around him, trying to pull him forward into you.
“Joel—“
“Tell me. Tell me you’re mine; I wanna hear you say it.” His words make your stomach flip. He pushes the tip inside your entrance. Waiting.
“I’m yours, Joel, only yours,” you whimper. As you say the words, he finally thrusts all the way inside you, making you gasp loudly at the stretch. You don’t know if you’ll ever get used to the size of him.
“That’s right,” he draws all the way out before thrusting right back in. He doesn’t take it easy. He pounds into you, hard and fast; the wet sounds of your shared desires make you both feral.
“Fuck, daddy, keep going.” You pant.
“Shit! Call me that again,” he grunts, your words driving him wild.
“Daddy,” you whimper, looking up into his darkened eyes.
“Yeah, that’s right, I’m your fucking daddy.”
His nails dig into the skin of your ass as he fucks into you, taking the breath out of your lungs. It’s not long before you’re close, and he can tell by the way you’re panting into his ear. He rests his forehead against yours and reaches down between your bodies to rub your clit. The added sensation makes you lose control, loud uncontrollable moans releasing from you now. You cry out his name as you come apart around his cock.
“There she is. That’s my girl.” He says as you shudder around him as the wave pulses through your entire body.
His thrusts don’t let up after your high, and you can tell he won’t last much longer now. You kiss him, and his tongue explores your mouth like he’s starving for you. He reaches up and squeezes your breast so hard that it hurts, but you don’t care. You’re so oversensitive right now, but it feels so good. He tries to hold out, wanting you to give him another, but he can’t help it, losing himself as his thrusts become messy. He looks up and pulls out of you, taking himself in hand and stroking fast.
“Get down here, baby. I want to cum in that pretty mouth.” He pulls you off the side, and you kneel down before him, opening your mouth. “Further.” He instructs. Opening your jaw wider your hands rest on his thighs.
“Ready for daddy’s cum?” He growls. You nod.
He falls over the edge then; thick ropes of his cum spurt onto your tongue.
“Jesus Christ,” he pants, his hand resting on the side as you take his cock into your mouth, sucking every last drop. When he’s spent, you stand up, and his forehead comes to rest on your shoulder again.
Your hands rake up his back softly, and it makes him shudder. Once he’s caught his breath, you push his chest back to move past him. You go over to turn the shower on. He gives you a look.
“Think you could go again?” You ask quietly, greedy for more.
“Need a few minutes. Ain’t as young as I once was, baby.” He gives you a filthy smirk.
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