pairings: daddy! joel miller x fem! reader
tags: game joel or hbo joel as always, jackson! joel, a little kitten/daddy play, fauxcest?, darkish joel, bratty! reader, outbreak au, ellie doesn't exist, age gap (20s x 50s), a little spanking(s), slight choking, oral (f and m receiving)
summary: it’s bedtime and you hide from joel, not wanting to go to sleep, and joel has just the thing to tire you out...
a/n: here's something for you little nasty sluts. enjoy! (also thank you for the support on the foot fetish one shot i love yall's replies/reblogs LMAO)
"kitten." it no longer came out as a question after the first two times. it was time for bed, and you didn't want to go to sleep just yet, so you were currently hiding behind the closed-in desk that was in the small office of the house in jackson. joel looked everywhere for you, but he wasn't worried about your whereabouts. you recently found that you liked to hide from him when you weren't sleepy.
his heavy boots thudded up the stairs and along the hallway before halting. his eyes drifted to the open office door, pointing his good ear to the room to listen for any sounds before entering. you tried to control your breathing, hoping it wasn't noticeable.
joel's eyes darted around the room. nobody under the covers.
with a groan, he kneeled down with a hand atop the bed to look under the bedframe to no avail.
but in the cramped space you were in, what was supposed to be a slight adjustment turned into your elbow thumping the wood of the desk.
he slowly stood up, dark amusement written all over his features as he softly walks behind the desk. leaning forward, he plants his hands on the desk before curling his fingers of his right one, knocking on the wood three times. the fact that you could see his heavy, brown work boots right there made your breath speed up.
"you playin' hide n seek, kitten?" he speaks into the air, with a stern edge to his tone. when he doesn't receive an answer, his fingers grip the chair hiding most of your view , pulls it out, and slowly sits down in it. his knees, along with his elbows that rested on them, were eye level to you, then he cocked his head to the side, leaning down to make eye contact with you.
"hi, baby." he greets like he hasn't just caught you trying to evade going to bed at a reasonable time. your mouth opened and closed, avoiding looking into his eyes as your nightgown suddenly became very interesting.
"hi, daddy." you say, shyness and a hint of fear evident in your voice.
joel's gaze didn't soften. "hm." he simply hummed, his eyes dragging across your face deliberately, taking in the way you wouldn't look at him. the way your fingers picked and twisted at the hem of your nightgown.
"thought you could hide from me?" he asked quietly. he didn't sound angry, but calm. which was worse. shaking your head quickly, knowing you did the exact opposite of what he was asking you. his hand moved, unhurriedly, reaching it out towards you, wanting to pull you out from underneath the desk and into the light of the lamp lit room. you hesitantly took his hand, the rough skin of his hands such a contrast to yours.
those same hands that saved you from the raiders in the woods a couple months back. he had been watching you for days, intrigued by your white frilly dresses and hopeful eyes that were filled with naivety. after taking you back to jackson and taking you in, he quickly learned how compliant you were, having been raised by an elderly lady for most of your life.
all the townspeople thought it was so sweet how you called him 'daddy', but that name had a completely different meaning behind closed doors. he wasn't exactly sure why at first, but lately, you haven't been being the sweet girl you usually are.
having a little attitude with him, talking back, questioning his authority. so much so that he had enough of it one day, so he took it upon himself to bend you over his lap on the bed and laying harsh spanks on your bare cheeks with his huge hands, and it was somehow worse than the belt. but since you took the punishment so well, he brought you to a slow, pulsating orgasm with two of his thick fingers that brushed against your g-spot the whole time.
with the threat of the winter storm coming up, tommy's been ordering more patrol runs, and since joel was one of their best men, he had been away from you for longer periods of time, often cutting into your scheduled playtimes. but you never disobeyed his rule: only daddy can say if you can touch yourself.
"then why're 'ya hidin' from me, huh?" you hesitated again, your eyes dropping and shoulders sagging as if trying to make yourself smaller. you were still kneeling on the floor, but this time between his spread legs. "i'm not sleepy." you softly admitted.
joel was quiet for a moment after. "not sleepy." he repeated your answer, testing the words out and turning them over inside his head. his thumb and index finger gripped your chin, lifting your gaze up to meet his. "look at me."
"i know i've been gone a few days," he says a bit quieter now, breathing through his nose. "and i come back," he continued while his thumb brushed along your lips. "and all of a sudden, you don't feel like listenin' to your old man."
your breath hitches as he pushes your chin up a bit higher, an action of control. "i...i do listen, daddy" you said quickly, it was almost instinctive and to this, his eyebrows raise just barely. "d'ya?" he said with purposeful uncertainty. your lips parted, but no words came out. joel hummed, expecting your silence.
"'cause kitten, it sure don't look that way." he murmured, massaging his aching joints in his hand, eyes still on you between his legs. "first you start talkin' back to me, rollin' your eyes, now you're hidin' from me." he stops talking, leaning back against the cushioned back of the chair. "don't like that."
"i'm sorry, daddy." you were quick to apologize, genuine regret displayed on your face.
"yea, i know 'ya are. stand up." the command came out even and low, making your breath catch in your throat at the thought of another spanking on your sensitive cheeks. "no, please daddy! please don't spank me again?" you plead, your eyebrows furrowed together in fear as your knees began to straighten while you nevertheless obeyed his command.
joel's hand moved to your waist as he walked himself and the chair forward, the wheels rolling with his force, caging you between the desk and him. "get up on here." he pats the surface of the desk with one hand right next to your hip. just for a second, you hesitated, but the squeeze of his hand on your waist warned you not to disobey. you cautiously climbed back up onto the desk, the cool wood against the backs of your thighs as you do so.
it was wide enough to where your head wasn't hanging off the edge. as you laid on your back, you kept your knees together and your hands shyly covering your exposed panties since your nightgown had slightly bunched up.
he scooted up closer, his hands moving to gently spread your legs apart. "show daddy." your legs fall apart at his words, his lips pressing against your hands, kissing them out of the way. as he kisses your hip bones and thighs, he tugs your panties down and off of you, stuffing them in his shirt pocket.
he positions his head between your legs, warm breath hitting right against your center. "will 'ya be a good girl and let your daddy eat your pussy?" you take in a deep breath at the question, mind turning to mush as you nod feverishly.
"no. tell me. say, 'yes daddy, please eat my pussy.'" he sternly says, gripping the back of your thighs.
"y-yes daddy. please eat my pussy?" you blankly repeated his words so sweetly. his fingers graze over your stomach. his mouth opens, allowing his tongue to lick a slow, hot stripe up your folds. your body tenses up at his warm, wet muscle invading all of your senses. his tongue keeps the pace, up and down, up and down, slightly dipping into your hole.
he pulls away briefly to speak. "why can't 'ya just be my good girl again, hm?" he pulls you closer to his mouth so he can plant a wet kiss right over your clit.
"oh...daddy," your fingers scratch against the wood. "i am a-a good girl." it comes out as a whine, feeling joel's tongue circle around your clit in firm circles. his lips close around it, suckling it into his mouth and pressing his chin against your wet vulva, the juices sticking to his stubble.
"just want to love on 'ya, kitten. that's all i'm trying to do." the tip of his tongue was now flicking mercilessly against your aching clit, the release just on the edge but you knew better than to come without asking first. then you felt two fingers prodding at your entrance before pushing inside. "there 'ya go, princess. squeezin' my fingers so tight." he pumps them in and out, still suckling on your clit.
"imagine all your little friends seein' how you let your old man play with this pussy..." he trailed off. your back arched up off of the desk, fingernails digging into his forearms, and his hot tongue tasting every inch of your throbbing core.
"oh daddy, i don't ca-care..." that actually took him by surprise. "mm. turnin' into a little slut for daddy, huh?" with every slurp, lick, and pump of his fingers that vibrated through your whole body, you came undone quicker than expected in joel's mouth.
"mm. such a sweet thing," he spoke under his breath after licking you clean. "and still givin' me trouble."
"until i fuck you just how you want."
“o-please, daddy! i’ll be a good girl i promise,” you panted and moaned, feeling his thick cock slowly drag against your walls and the head of his cock pushing deeper and deeper to massage your cervix.
“yeah?” he breathed out, speaking almost clearly despite the tight walls just gripping the life out of him. “‘cause i was startin’ to think you like gettin’ spanked.” he emphasized it with an actual spank to your ass, jolting you forward but not too far due to the hand on your waist.
you were on your knees in the chair, face pressed against the back of it, and your ass in the air vulnerable for joel to do with you whatever he pleased. “i- i don’t…” you lie, trying to convince yourself or joel, you didn’t know.
“‘s that right? well let’s spank ‘ya one more time and see if that pretty pussy squeezes my cock again.” he kept one hand between your shoulder blades and the other one pulled back to smack your other cheek, easily proving his words. it made him groan.
he slowed down his thrusts tremendously, but didn’t stop. “tell me you’ll behave.” feeling every vein of his cock pulsate along your sensitive walls had you unable to speak clearly at the moment. “hmm?” he gently your hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugs just a little.
“‘m sorry, kitten. y’know daddy’s a little hard of hearing. what was that?” he speaks with a hint of amusement at having you so lost like this on his cock.
“mm, i-i-i’ll behave.” your fingers have the cushions of the chair in a death grip. you feel his belly on your back as he pushes back all the way inside of you as his hand slides from between your shoulder blades to around your neck. he pulls you up by it, connecting your back with his front as he speaks in your ear.
“that’s my good little girl. you listen to your daddy, okay?” his fingers put pressure on the sides of your throat, constricting your airway in such a delightful way. nodding your head, your jaw falls open.
“okay, daddy.” you gasp out.
“everyone thinks you’re this—” he hits an especially deep spot.
“oh my god!” you whimper.
“—sweet girl, using your manners, bein’ polite. when in reality, you love bein’ a dirty slut for your old man, ain’t that right, baby?”
his skin was slapping against yours now, along with the squelching wet sounds of his cock dragging your essence out of your pussy, some of it dripping from you onto the floor and the chair.
having two more consecutive orgasms will do that to girl. “won’t you be a sweet girl and suck daddy’s cum out of him.” he asks you so nicely you couldn’t resist. all you wanted to do was please your daddy.
he gently pulled his throbbing cock out of you and helped you get on your knees in front of him. your mouth opened and you pushed your tongue out without being asked to, making him smirk. “look at you, so eager for her daddy’s cock.” he fisted it, pumping back and forth while also squeezing it before slapping the underside on your flat tongue a few times.
“mmm, suck on it, kitten.” he growls, his large palm on the back of your head, coercing you forward. your lips wrap around his tip, moving your tongue along it too, bobbing back and forth.
“just like that.” he praises your actions. he pulls his hips back, taking his heavy cock in his hand and rubbing it along your cheek, nose, and lips. “oh baby, he loves your pretty face so much.” he moans then guides it back into your waiting mouth.
with that hollow of your cheeks combined with your tongue and those pretty lips around him, he feels his balls tighten up. “yes baby, you wanna swallow daddy’s cum?” his eyes screwed shut as he let the feeling overtake him. you tried to nod but it was a little hard.
“fuckin’ shit, there ‘ya go, honey.” you feel the hot spurts of his orgasm down your throat and inside your mouth. he pulls it out, still coming and some of it shot on your face, too. you swallowed what you could, opening your mouth to show him it was all gone.
joel was still catching his breath, looking down at you in a daze. smiling, he brings you up to meet his lips, not caring that there was still some of his cum on your face. as a matter of fact, he gathered it on his index finger and fed it to you.
“good girl. now, c’mon let’s go to bed.”
