f!reader (lates 20s), Joel(50), secret relationship. guess it can be read as a one shot. Pinv. Riding. Blowjob. Praising-a lot of good girl. Reader is not the best of friends to Sarah :D ooer
Sarah’s pacing her bedroom, “pick up! oh my god pick up the pho-hey! Ugh thank god you answered I need a favour.” She frantically tells you that she forgot she volunteered to help out at a dance for charity and her Dad, Mr Miller, needs help while she’s out-making his dinner, helping him around the house, getting him to bed-. “C’mooooon! You can camp out in my bedroom until he needs something. The man likes his space, so he won’t ask for much.”
Well it has been a few days since you’ve seen him, it’s been longer since you bounced on his cock.
You reluctantly agree. “Okay great! Thank you so muuuuch! I’ll let him know!” Before you can say another word, she hangs up.
You had to tell your Dad that movie night was cancelled. “Mr Miller needs help, dad, I can’t just leave him alone, right? And you want us to get along, seeing how you’re best buds an all.” Your tone oozes with mischief but your gullible old pops is just, oblivious. “Okay fine. Just try and get along with him yeah?” He gives you a kiss on the cheek and heads upstairs. You went to get ready.
You arrived at the front door in your favourite green dress, it amplifies your tits in the sweetheart neckline, Joel loves it. Sarah answers the door beaming, “aww thanks so much for doing this, ever since his leg, ya know -he just can’t do a lot of things. He seems really tense.” You smirk to yourself, “I’m sure I can help him out. Don’t worry.” She tells you he’s in the bathroom, “and don’t worry, you don’t have to help out in that department-,”
“-oh and Miss Servopoulos will stop by too, around 6. She’s been round here everyday this week..”
Your brows shoot up, “really? God she’s fuckin eager.” You both break out laughing. Then you both hear a grunt and the squishing of an ass in the recliner chair and then the whoosh of its legs jolted up. Sarah darts back upstairs and you slowly sneak a look round into the living room and there he is, brows knitted, mumbling shit, trying to get comfortable. “So how’s the leg, Mr Miller?” His eyes dart up and his expression softens. “Well-It’s still there so that’s something I guess.”
You walk over to slowly, biting on your bottom lip. “Heard your tense and uncomfortable, Mr Miller? Can’t have that now, can we?” You lean down, your face inches from his, a hand resting on each chair arm. “I can help you out with that, Sir.” He goes to kiss you but you move away, “-unless er you want Tess to do that for you instead—I can always leave.” His brows lift and he start stuttering his words, “wh-what? N-no no she’s just-been bringing me um stuff.” You can’t help but laugh.
You’re not really worried about the spinster down the street, youve got him wrapped around your finger. “Joel, I’m kidding…heard she’s been stopping by, what you get upto?” He huffs out, dragging a hand down his face. “She won’t leave me alone-,” he laughs out, “every damn day she’s been here, sweet Christ-fuckin eager.” You give him a smile, “I said the same thing.”
Sarah comes charging down the stairs, bag, keys phone in hand. “You need anythin, just call, k?” You and Joel do a salute, she rolls her eyes and heads out. Now it’s just the two of you.
“So, cmon old man, what I gotta do?” Hand on hip.
“Well you can come and sit down, darlin.” He says as he taps his thigh. You sign, acting like it’s the biggest inconvenience ever, but you smile and walk over, purposely making your tits bounce. And of course he eyes them.
You bunch up your dress to your hips and straddle him. Right down to it. “Well-I’m here, now what?” He jerks up his hips with a devilish smile slapped on his face. “Well I know one way you can help me be less…tense.” And just as he’s about to lay a kiss on ya, small little taps door alert you both. “Hey I think it’s your fangirl-lemme go get that for ya, Mr Miller.” Before he can protest you’re up, dress fixed with a stupid smile on your face, which widened when you saw the look of disappointment and disbelief on Tess’s face when you opened the door. “Miss Servopoulos, what a pleasant surprise.” You step aside to let her in, she moves slow until she spots Joel, covering his hard on under a cushion.
“Well, what do we have here? Hired help?…I jest, you’re Mr Conners daughter, right?” You nod and tell her your name, you shake hands but she lingers longer than needed, pulling a face as if to say, “so you’re my competition.” You skip over to stand next to his chair, squeezing his shoulder. “Well, Mr Miller here, needed help and Sarah asked me so-.” Your tone ooze with smugness complete with a smirk. Tess rolls her shoulders, “well I’m sure a girl like you has better things to do, like-use daddy’s credit card and go shopping, right, Joel.” You look down for his response, cocking up a brow. “Nah there’s more to this one, she’s smart, very bright-flexible…with her time.” You tilt your head for her response.
Tess runs her tongue over her teeth, “I see, well it’s good you’re close by isn’t it sweetpea? Well- I best be going then, don’t want to er intrude.” You show her out and just as she’s about to say something, you shut the door in her face. “Ah now that wasn’t nice-Sweetpea. C’mere-,” you walk to him all giddy that you got one over on the whore down the street, “stand there and bend over.” He’s instructed you to stand next to his chair. A small smack on your ass with the back of his hand, the one with the ring, it hurts .
“Hey asshole!” You rub your cheek, “that fuckin hurt, fuck you, look after yourself.”
“C’mon, sweetpea, you don’t want me tellin Sarah you weren’t looking after her old man do you? can’t have that…can we?”
Smug bastard, because he would tell her that. You let out a loud, dramatic huff. “What are we doin’ then? Whatcha need?” you asked, hands planted firmly on your hips, looking thoroughly unimpressed.
“Just you, baby.” He took your hand gently, and before you could process what was happening, you found yourself being tugged onto his lap. The sudden movement had you yelping in surprise. “Oh, shit—Jesus, Joel.”
You quickly fixed yourself up, smoothing down your dress and readjusting where everything had shifted. Meanwhile, Mr. Miller’s hand was already sliding up your thigh. You arched a brow at him.“Ohh, is that what we want, huh?” You shifted comfortably on his lap, feeling his cock still hard, thankfully the spinster didn’t limp it.
“Well, let’s get you outta these, Mr. Miller.” You hooked a finger beneath his waistband and gave it a playful tug.
Joel immediately jerked. “Watch it,” he warned, though the corner of his mouth twitched with amusement.
Joel lifted his hips just enough to tug off his sweatpants. The second they were free, he let out a breath.
“Commando, huh?” you asked, raising a brow “Well, let me get outta these then.”
A crooked grin tugged at his mouth.
You shot him a playful smirk, which he immediately mirrored. Holding his gaze the entire time, you slipped off your panties without breaking eye contact.
“Little fuckin tease,” he muttered, his voice low and rough.
You stepped out of them and held them up between two fingers. “Now then…” You twirled them lazily around your finger. “Should I toss these away, or d’you wanna be gagged with’em?”The smile on your face was pure trouble, and Joel knew it.
“I love you, baby. C’mere—.”
You slingshot the panties at Joel. Bad aim—but he still catches them. With a crooked grin, he brings them to his nose for a long inhale before stuffing them down the side of the chair. “For later, baby.” He crooks a finger, beckoning you closer. “Over here, pretty girl.”
You tiptoe toward him, but as soon as you’re within reach, he gives you no choice but to straddle him, yanking you down onto his lap. He captures your lips in a hungry kiss, all teeth and no patience, before trailing rough kisses down your neck. Joel tugs at the front of your dress, exposing your tits—wasting no time, he latches onto one nipple.
“Whoa, easy, Mr. Miller.” You run your fingers through his hair, scratching at the scalp. He only growls in response, taking a playful bite that makes you yelp. “Easy? Not a chance, darlin’. Haven’t seen this pussy in a while.” He cups you between your thighs, his finger tracing a slow path through your folds. A low chuckle rumbles from his chest.“Oh yeah, she’s missed me, alright.”
Before you can think of a response, he pulls you into another kiss, stealing your breath with the force of it. His lips barely leave yours as he slides a finger inside you, holding you close against him while the kiss deepens.
“Here? Really?” you ask between kisses, gasping softly for breath, clenching around his finger.
“Told ya it’s been a while. I want ya now, baby.” You cling to his shoulders, a breathless sound escaping you at the sudden intrusion of his cock. He grins against your lips. “Atta girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You get yourself ready.”
The teasing note in his tone makes your cheeks burn. You bunch your dress at your waist and shift in his lap, letting yourself settle more comfortably. He keeps a steady hand on your hip. “Take all the time ya need, baby.”
Though the ache lingers, it quickly melts into something warmer. You move slowly, finding a rhythm that eases the tension from your body. Little by little, you relax, and the discomfort fades, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure as you start to lose yourself in the moment.
“Need ya to go faster, baby—.” He gives your ass a hard slap, you yelp loud doing as he asks. You grind down on his cock, whining in pain—the guys big, it’s dragging through your pussy as you now bounce, your tits teasing in his face. He grabs them in each of his hands, and sucks one while playfully twisting the other. “Such a good girl, f’me—got the tightest pussy. Fuck me harder, darlin.”
Your cries fill the once silence room, the tvs on—some diy channel but your loud sounds urge Joel on now gripping tight of your hips forcing you back and forth, talking through gritted teeth. “Waited too damn long, baby—fucking make me wait will ya.” He dips his head into your neck, kissing it, sucking it. You try and pull away but he grabs the back of your neck, pulls you into a kiss, talking through it, “gonna get you there darlin—then imma cum in ya mouth.”
His hand trails from your hip to your clit, he runs a finger in torturous circles, still keeping you locked into a kiss. Locking in your moans and cries.
Your stomach tightens—that familiar tug that travels down to your pussy, the edge is right there—about to snap. “Ah fuck Joel amma—fuck, fuuuuck.” You snap your eyes shut, taking in the kaleidoscope vision as you cum hard, Joel’s still talking through it but you’re not listening, it’s all muffled like being under water. “Atta girl—my good girl.”
He kissed your neck as you came down, your body still spasmed as he carried on making your tired body ride his cock. “Nearly there…Baby, need ya off me.” Your tired limbs were barely co operating, you pull off his cock, he gives it a few strokes as you slouch down to your knees.
“Ya gonna taste your pussy sweet girl, then gonna take all I give ya.” He tugs your hair, pulling your mouth to his cock, “c’mon, baby—open wide.” His cock slides down your throat, sweetly nudges the back, you muffle around him, and start with a slow pace, his hand still clamped into your hair. “Gonna need ya to go faster, baby—or I gotta do that for ya?” You muffle around his cock, “no”. You hear a laugh above you. “Good girl.”
Your head bobbed as fast as you could, you sucked a few times then teased his tip. His thighs tensed up, wanna cum on your tits, baby.” You pull off his cock with a pop, leaning your exposed tits up as he sprays his cum, warm, and a lot—all over. “Fuck me—ya got the best fucking mouth, baby. Fuck me.” He strokes his cock a few more times, cum still leaking out. “Wanna clean that up for me, baby?” He huffs out trying to steady his breath. You wipe your mouth, hazy from being pure cock drunk. “Sure thing Mr Miller.” You take hold of his cock, and swirl your tongue around his softening tip. “Yum.”
When you’d finished, he invites back up to sit on his lap, and starts stroking your hair. The two of you sat there catching your breath, the room quiet except for your soft huffs and the occasional nervous laugh.
You wiped at your mouth one more time before glancing over at him, adjusting your dress, looking both exhausted and completely pleased with yourself. “Worth the wait?” you asked, your voice giddy despite your tiredness.
A slow grin spread across Joel’s face.
