stepbro!draco fucking you with your parents in the next room
NSFW content ahead, +18
the filthy sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the bathroom as draco pounds your tight little hole from behind, his tall frame pinning you against the sink while he watches you intently through the mirror, your pretty bambi eyes looking right back at him.
"shh, love," he coos, fingers gripping your hair tighter as he yanks your head back, lips pressing against your pulse point. "you gotta be quiet f'me, yeah?"
your parents are home at this moment, sitting in the living room within a few feet, so the chances of getting caught are high, and draco can't risk it. if his father finds him fucking you —his wife's innocent and polite daughter, he'll definitely kill him. that fact hasn't stopped either of you though, the thrill of getting caught just making the two of you hornier, his cock throbbing inside your warm cunt as you coat him in your arousal.
you can barely hold back your pretty moans as you feel the delicious drag of his fat cockhead across your inner walls, his dick hitting all the right spots inside you so easily.
"i— i can't..." you stutter between little whimpers, cheeks flushed while you arch your back, hips moving backwards to meet his thrusts.
a slow smirk spreads across draco's face at your response, fingers trailing from your hair down to your neck, roughly pressing his palm against the front of your throat as he slams forcefully against you.
"you can't, huh?" he'd taunt, his other hand gripping your hip to keep you still. "can't stay fucking quiet?"
a loud, strangled moan leaves your throat despite your efforts not to make a sound, your pussy tingling too nicely for you to be able to hold them back. you shake your head in response, lips parting as your gasp for air.
"feels too good," you whimper, eyes rolling back.
your noises would force him to reach out and cover your mouth, his palm muffling every pretty sound you make while he keeps thrusting in and out of your quivering cunt. you can feel yourself clenching tighter around him as you near the edge, the coil in your belly tightening.
"honey, is everything okay?" your mother's voice asks from the other side of the door suddenly, while she knocks softly. you both freeze for a second, but then draco starts pounding into you again. "you've been there for a while."
your brows knit together in a frown, pretty face scrunched in pleasure as you reach up to tug his hand away from your mouth, pulling it downwards to encourage him to rub your little clit. you have to be quick.
"yes, mum, i'll be right out," you answer, and your voice is clearly breathy and agitated.
summary: Your knight in shining armor takes you on a special trip past your curfew.
tags: royalty au, age gap romance, first love, explicit sex, mutual pining, morning sex, forbidden romance, romantic, intimacy, secretive, soft dom!joel, love confession, fluff, she falls first but he fell harder, joel's accent, yearning, oral sex, intimate
w/c: 4.1k
You hated curfew. You thought it was the most absurd thing to ever be invented. You were the future queen of Virelia, for heaven's sake. The idea of being confined in your chambers from 9 o'clock to when your ladies-in-waiting awakened you constantly frustrated you. You never understood it. Maybe it was the fact that you were well past 18, husbandless, and not the most obedient daughter to the king.
But that didn’t stop you from making your trek outside the palace. This is the farthest you’ve ever gone, with your midnight adventures usually consisting of wandering to other sides of the castle you’ve never explored. But now, you’ve decided it’s time to expand your horizons; you even changed out of your chemise and into a gown better suited for outdoor activities, which you had a lack of.
You examined the palace gates from your balcony and then looked back down at the ground below you. Bushes. You could jump, land in the bushes, and make a run for it outside the gate… right? You gulped, all your confidence suddenly leaving your body. You took a deep breath, gripped the balcony ledge, and began to heave yourself over it. As soon as you pulled yourself halfway over the ledge, practically straddling it, you locked eyes with someone. Someone you knew a bit too well.
Joel.
Sweet, charming, but quiet, Joel.
A small smile began to form on your face, but then you realized. Seeing Joel means you were caught.
“What are you doing?”
Panic began to seep through your veins, and then, you began to slip. Your hands frantically gripped the marble railing, but it failed you.
You braced for impact; hopefully, the bush would catch you.
It did.
You opened your eyes, grateful the bush caught your fall, but still, it hurt.
And there Joel was, looking down at you with that square look on his face.
“Thanks for catching me.” You said sarcastically, standing up and rubbing your sore shoulders.
“What’d y’think was gonna happen?” He huffed, crossing his arms.
You rolled your eyes. That damn accent. You’ve always wondered where Joel was from; it wasn’t Virelia, that's for sure. Although you thought it was slightly cute.
Your thoughts were interrupted when Joel grabbed hold of your hand. “Come on. You'd better head back to your room. You’re lucky I ain’t telling your father.”
You winced as Joel helped you brush off leaves and dirt from your gown. “You really shouldn’t be out here,” he muttered, though there was a faint edge of concern in his voice.
“I could say the same about you,” you teased, stepping closer than necessary. “You’re supposed to be guarding me, aren’t you?”
Joel crossed his arms, jaw tight. “Yeah. And you’re testing my patience.” His voice was firm, but his eyes betrayed the slightest flicker of amusement.
You rolled your eyes. “Testing your patience or your restraint?”
He didn’t answer at first, just stared at you, silent and steady. Something about the way he watched you made your stomach twist in anticipation. Not fear, excitement.
“Look,” he finally said, his tone softer. “I can’t have you sneaking out like this. Someone could see you, and if your father finds out…” His words trailed off, but the implication was clear. Trouble, maybe worse.
You sighed dramatically, letting your hands drop to your sides. “Fine. I’ll behave… for now.” But even as you said it, you felt a spark of defiance. The night was still young, and there were places in this palace you’d never seen.
Joel frowned. “For now?”
You tilted your head, studying him. “Curious?”
He shook his head, though a corner of his mouth twitched in the faintest hint of a smile. “You’re impossible.”
You grinned, and for a moment, you imagined what it would be like to see him let that control slip completely. To tease him, push him, and, maybe eventually…see him respond. But for now, you’d settle for small victories.
Joel’s gaze followed you as you crept toward the garden gate. “I’m walking with you,” he said, voice low.
“Oh?” you asked, pretending to be surprised. “And here I thought I could outrun you.”
“You’d get caught,” he replied, moving to stand beside you, broad shoulders slightly shielding you from view. “I’d rather it be me than some palace guard dragging you back.”
You glanced up at him, and for a heartbeat, you noticed the lines in his face, the quiet strength in his stance, and the way his eyes softened whenever he looked at you. You had always been aware of him, of course; his presence was impossible to ignore, but now you were noticing details you hadn’t before.
The night air was cool against your skin as you walked together, hidden among hedges and shadowed paths. There was a rhythm to the silence between you, comfortable but charged, the kind of quiet that made every accidental brush of skin feel electric.
He finally let go of your hand when you entered the palace. It felt more like a prison. You groaned and walked up the staircase leading to your room.
When you finally approached your door, you turned to look at Joel. “I’m surprised you’re not telling on me.”
“Think I’d get in even more trouble than you will.”
You smirked, stepping closer. “So… does that mean you’re willing to let me have a little fun?”
Joel’s jaw tightened. “I’ve been thinking about it,” he admitted, his eyes locking onto yours. “But you’re reckless, princess. One wrong step and—”
“And you’re worried about me, right?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.
He growled softly, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Maybe.”
You took a breath, letting your gaze wander over the palace gates. “I want to see what’s out there. Not just the gardens… the world beyond these walls. I feel so trapped here. I know my father is doing what’s right to protect me, but…” You trailed off.
Joel’s eyes followed your gaze, and for a long moment, he was silent. His gaze caught yours as he noticed the tears welling up in your eyes. Then, finally, he let out a low sigh. “I’ll take you. Only if you promise me you’ll stick close.”
You gasp. “Really?”
He nodded slowly. “Yes.”
“Like… really, really?”
“Don’t make me change my mind.”
You smile. “Okay, okay. When, though?”
Joel shrugged. “Not sure, gotta figure out when the best time is. Can probably sneak you out once your curfew starts, just don’t know what day yet.”
It’s like the gods finally answered your prayers. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You squealed, pulling Joel into a tight hug. “I don’t know why you act so grumpy all the time; you’re such a sweetheart.”
He rolled his eyes. “You’re welcome. Now, go to bed; it’s way past your curfew.”
—
A few weeks had passed, and you’d grown slightly agitated. Joel had yet to take you outside the palace walls.
Yet he never did.
You frowned, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “Joel,” you said one morning, brushing past him as he kept pace, “don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about me wanting to see the world outside these walls.”
Joel’s jaw tightened slightly, though there was no surprise in his expression. “Forgot?” he asked, his voice calm and steady. “Princess, I’ve not forgotten a damn thing.”
You stopped, turning to look at him, the sunlight catching the determined lines of his face. “Then… why not? You’ve had weeks to take me out there.”
Joel’s dark eyes softened ever so slightly. “I’ve been waiting for the right moment,” he said, low and deliberate. “Not just for you to sneak out. For it to be safe. For us to do it right. You don’t just… wander the streets at night and hope for the best.”
You blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “You… waited?”
“Yes. And since you won’t stop bothering me about it, we can go tonight. There’s a night market in the village square. You’ll just have to cover up a bit and look less... princess-y.”
“Yes, sir!”
Joel scoffed and turned around, walking away. “I’ll come get you at 9:30.”
After dinner you practically leapt to your closet, heart racing with anticipation. Cover up and look less princess-y, he’d said. Less princess-y? The very idea made a thrill run down your spine. You rifled through your wardrobe, tossing aside gowns and silks, finally settling on dark trousers, a fitted tunic, and a cloak with a hood to hide your hair. Practical… but still flattering. The thought of Joel seeing you like this made your cheeks warm.
By 9:25, you were pacing, tugging the hood over your face, trying not to fidget too much. Every nerve in your body was alert. He’s going to see me outside the palace… like this…
At exactly 9:30, there was a soft knock at your door. You peeked through and found Joel standing there, tall, broad, and as imposing as ever. His dark eyes swept over you, lingering longer than necessary on the curve of your shoulders beneath the cloak.
“Ready?” he asked, voice low and commanding.
“Yes, sir,” you murmured, letting a sly grin tug at your lips despite trying to appear serious.
Joel’s lips twitched, almost a smirk, though he quickly hid it. “Keep that grin to yourself, princess. Out there, people don’t know who you are. Don’t make trouble.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” you said, stepping closer than necessary, letting your hand brush against his as you took his offered arm. The contact sent a spark up your arm, and you felt him tense slightly under your touch.
Joel’s eyes darkened, scanning the palace gates before stepping outside. “Stay close,” he murmured, voice dropping even lower, almost a growl. “And don’t tempt me.”
Lanterns swayed overhead, merchants called out their wares, and townsfolk moved about oblivious to the princess wandering among them. But you barely noticed anything but him, Joel, walking just close enough to make your pulse race, hand occasionally brushing yours under the pretense of guiding you.
“You like it?” he asked suddenly, low and rough, his dark gaze catching yours across the crowd.
“It’s… incredible,” you breathed, letting your fingers brush against his just a fraction longer than necessary.
Joel’s jaw tightened, lips pressing into a thin line as he leaned slightly toward you. “Keep that up, princess, and I’ll have to take measures,” he murmured. The growl in his tone made your chest tighten, a shiver running down your spine.
“Measures?” you teased, biting your lip, letting the hint of a laugh escape. “Like what?”
He shot you a look that was equal parts warning and heat, and you felt it deep in your bones, then said nothing.
—
About an hour passed, and the night market was still alive with energy, though the initial rush had begun to fade away. You and Joel had explored most of the stalls, and you found yourself lingering at a small booth that sold intricate hand-painted masks. The masks were vibrant and colorful, each one unique and full of character. You picked up a mask adorned with shimmering gold and deep blue, the colors reminding you of a summer sky.
"These are beautiful," you murmured, tracing the delicate brushstrokes with your fingertips.
Joel leaned in, his shoulder brushing against yours as he examined the mask. "They are," he agreed, his voice low. "But I think this one suits you better."
He reached past you and picked up a mask with a playful, mischievous design, red and orange hues swirling together, creating a captivating pattern.
"You think so?" you asked, taking the mask from him and holding it up to your face. The mask fit perfectly, and you couldn't help but grin at the reflection in the booth's small mirror. "I do look a bit more... adventurous with this on."
Joel chuckled, a warm sound that sent a thrill down your spine. "Adventurous is good. It suits you."
You turned to him, the mask still in place, and felt a sudden, unexpected urge to tease him. "Maybe I should wear it all the time," you said, your voice playful. "To keep my true identity a secret."
Joel's eyes sparkled with amusement, and he shook his head. "I think you'd be recognized regardless. Your spirit is too vibrant to hide."
You laughed, the sound light and carefree, and placed the mask back on the booth. "You're right. Besides, I think it's time to head back."
Joel nodded, his expression softening. "Yes, it is. But before we go, there's something I want to show you."
He took your hand, his grip warm and reassuring, and led you through the winding paths of the market. You followed him curiously, trusting him completely. Finally, he stopped in front of a small, secluded area where a lone musician played a haunting melody on a flute. The music was enchanting, filling the air with a sense of magic and wonder.
As you listened, you felt a growing desire to be closer to Joel, to feel his presence more intimately. You leaned into him, your body pressing against his, and felt his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. The music seemed to speak to your soul, and you found yourself turning to face him, your eyes locked on his.
Joel's gaze was intense, filled with a mix of desire and restraint. You reached up, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, and felt him lean into your touch. His hand moved from your waist to your back, pulling you even closer, and you could feel the heat of his body against yours.
"You're playing with fire, princess," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
You smiled, a slow, seductive curve of your lips. "Maybe I want to get burned," you whispered, your eyes never leaving his.
Joel's hand tightened on your back, and for a moment, you thought he might kiss you. But then, with a soft growl, he pulled away, his breath ragged.
"We can't," he said, his voice strained. "Not here, not like this. You deserve better than a quick moment in the shadows."
You looked at him, your heart pounding with a mix of desire and disappointment. "And what if I don't want better? What if I just want you?"
Joel's eyes darkened, and he reached out, cupping your face in his hands. "I want you too, more than anything. But not like this. Not until you're ready, and not until we can do it right."
You nodded, understanding his restraint, and leaned into his touch, savoring the moment. "Okay," you whispered. "Okay."
Together, you made your way back through the market, the memory of the music and the moment etched forever in your hearts. As you approached the palace gates, you turned to Joel, your expression serious.
"Thank you for tonight," you said softly. "For the adventure, for the music, and for being here with me."
Joel looked at you, his eyes filled with a depth of emotion that made your heart skip a beat. "It was my pleasure," he replied, his voice low and sincere. "Always."
—
You slipped back into your chambers, your heart still racing from the night's adventures and the intense moment with Joel. The palace was quiet, the only sound the distant hoot of an owl outside your window. You undressed slowly, your mind replaying every detail of the evening, the vibrant market, the enchanting music, and the electric touch of Joel's hands on your body.
As you lie in your bed, the soft sheets cool against your skin, and you can't help but think about him. The way his eyes had darkened with desire, the roughness of his voice when he spoke, and the strength in his touch. You closed your eyes, imagining his hands exploring your body, his lips pressing against yours in a passionate kiss.
It was past midnight when a soft knock at your door startled you from your thoughts. You sat up, your heart pounding, as you called out, "Who is it?"
"Joel," came the low, familiar voice from the other side.
You hesitated for a moment, then threw back the covers and padded to the door, opening it just a crack. Joel stood there, his expression serious but his eyes filled with a hunger that mirrored your own.
"Joel," you whispered, stepping back to let him in. "What are you doing here?"
He closed the door behind him, his movements swift and sure. "I couldn't stay away," he admitted, his voice low and husky. "Not after tonight."
You reached out, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble against your skin. "I'm glad you're here," you murmured, your eyes locked on his.
Joel's hands found your waist, pulling you closer, and you could feel the heat of his body against yours. His lips captured yours in a fierce, passionate kiss, and you melted into him, your body responding instinctively to his touch.
His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and line, and you arched into his touch, wanting more. You fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours, and he helped you, his movements urgent and needy.
As his shirt fell to the floor, you pressed your lips to his chest, tasting the salt of his skin, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. Joel's hands found the ties of your nightgown, and he loosened them, his fingers brushing against your bare skin, sending shivers down your spine.
You stepped back, letting the nightgown fall to the floor, and stood before him, naked and unashamed. Joel's eyes roamed over your body, his gaze intense and hungry, and you felt a thrill of power and desire.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "So damn beautiful."
You reached for him, pulling him down onto the bed with you, your bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses. Joel's hands explored your body, his touch both gentle and demanding, and you arched into him, wanting more, needing more.
His mouth trailed down your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin, and you gasped, your body arching into his touch. His hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, and you moaned, your body aching with need.
Joel's mouth captured one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, and you cried out, your hands fisting in his hair. He sucked and nibbled, his other hand teasing and tormenting your other breast, and you writhed beneath him, your body on fire.
His hand trailed down your stomach, his fingers brushing against your most intimate place, and you spread your legs, inviting him in. He slipped a finger inside you, his thumb circling your clit, and you moaned, your body clenching around him.
"Joel," you gasped, your voice breathless and needy. "Please."
He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire, and slowly, deliberately, he slid another finger inside you, stretching you, preparing you. You moaned, your body trembling with anticipation.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, his voice low and rough.
You nodded, your body arching into his touch. "Yes," you gasped. "Please, Joel. I need you."
He withdrew his fingers, and you whimpered at the loss, but then he was positioning himself between your legs, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him on, and he slid into you, inch by inch, filling you completely.
You gasped, your body stretching to accommodate him, and he stilled for a moment, his eyes locked on yours. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained with effort.
You nodded, a slow smile spreading across your face. "More than okay," you whispered. "Don't stop."
And he didn't. He began to move, his hips thrusting in a rhythm that matched the pounding of your heart. You met his every movement, your body responding to his in a dance as old as time itself.
His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he drove into you, harder and faster, and you cried out, your body trembling with the force of your release. Joel followed soon after, his body shuddering against yours, his breath ragged and his heart pounding.
He collapsed on top of you, his weight a welcome pressure, and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. As your breathing returned to normal, Joel rolled off you, pulling you into his arms, your bodies still entwined.
You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, feeling content and fulfilled. "Stay with me," you murmured, your voice soft and sleepy.
Joel pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. "Always," he promised, his voice low and sure.
—
The next morning, you woke to the soft light of dawn filtering through your window. Joel was still beside you, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist. You turned to look at him, a soft smile playing on your lips as you traced the lines of his face, memorizing every detail.
He stirred, his eyes fluttering open, and a slow, sleepy smile spread across his face as he looked at you. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
"Good morning," you replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Did you sleep well?"
He nodded, his arm tightening around you. "Better than I have in a long time. You?"
You snuggled closer, resting your head on his chest. "Perfectly. I feel... different. Like something has changed."
Joel was silent for a moment, his fingers gently stroking your back. "It has," he said finally, his voice low and serious. "Last night... it wasn't just about the physical. It was about us, about what we feel for each other. I've never felt this way about anyone, and I don't think I ever will again."
You looked up at him, your eyes shining with unshed tears. "I feel the same way," you whispered. "I never thought I could love someone this deeply, this completely. You've shown me a part of myself I never knew existed."
Joel cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had escaped. "I love you," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "More than words can express. And I promise you, I will always be here for you, no matter what."
You leaned into his touch, your heart swelling with love and happiness. "I love you too, Joel. But… what about my father?"
He pulled you closer, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss, and you melted into him, your bodies pressing together, skin to skin. “Don’t worry about that right now,” he said. You could feel his desire growing, hard and insistent against your thigh, and you shifted, straddling him, feeling him slide into you with a groan of pleasure.
You began to move, your hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm, and Joel's hands gripped your waist, guiding you, urging you on. You leaned back, your hands braced on his thighs, and he sat up, his mouth capturing one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.
You moaned, your body arching into his touch, and he sucked and nibbled, his other hand teasing and tormenting your other breast. You could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing, and Joel must have sensed it, because he reached between you, his fingers finding your clit, circling and teasing.
"Come for me," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Let me feel you."
And you did. With a cry, your body shattered, waves of pleasure crashing over you, and Joel followed soon after, his body shuddering, his breath ragged.
You collapsed on top of him, your body slick with sweat, your heart pounding. Joel wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, and you rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
A/N: um…hi! I write piss kink now? 👹 I don’t know what came over me today but I was sitting at my desk and just thinking about that mean old man, when all of a sudden, I thought hmm…what would it be like if Joel pissed on me? Then I proceeded to think about the prospect of him peeing on me while I was in a WORK meeting and well, you guess where this is going ;) oh! Fun fact, I wrote most of this in the shower! (How fitting) don’t read if this sorta content disturbs you, and if there’s any puritans out there that wanna call me a sick fuck and tell me I’m going to hell, baby, I’m already there! Feminism went completely out the window on this one!
~word count: 2.7k~
Summary: Joel Miller fucks you the same way he does every night…until he decides to switch things up for the first time.
Pairing | dark!joel x f!reader
Warnings: dark!joel, rough/mean Joel, overstimulation, heavy on the degrading kink, breeding kink, biting, dom/sub dynamic, oral f receiving, spit kink, pussy slapping, slight dubcon, piss kink, implied free use, Joel calls the reader his bitch and cocksleeve, unprotected piv, pussy pronouns, no specific age for the reader, reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni!
Hot wisps of breath fan the shell of your ear. There’s a sheen of sweat coating your skin when his tongue darts out to taste a droplet of your perspiration on his tongue. His strong hips and thighs cage you posessively as he drives his cock further into your already ruined and messy cunt. His thrusts are relentless, and with each heavy punch of his cock into your cervix, you’re gasping for air; begging, pleading for him to let you breathe, but he always refuses.
He takes you like this the same way every night. Never soft and sweet, always rough and demanding. He’s like a rabid dog that broke away from its chain and headed straight for you. Ripping, clawing, and gnawing on your soft flesh. He takes and takes when, and however he chooses.
His large hands, calloused and scarred, act as a brand upon your skin. He molds you to his liking, pressing your face further into the seedy mattress till you can taste the dust ridden fibers on your tongue. His hands are capable of inflicting so much pain, and you can only imagine how many people he has killed with them.
He grunts against your ear, teeth biting down on the soft lobe till you’re yelping for him to stop and he removes his heavy hand from your soft cheek momentarily, only to grasp your hair between his fingers and roughly yank your head up from the mattress. Hot tears blur your vision. You’re in a confused daze, his words sounding muffled as you gulp down lungfuls of air.
“Ain’t much use to me if my favorite cocksleeve stops breathin’, sweetheart.” He gruffly teases, an edge of playfulness in his tone. “Keep on breathin’ in that sweet, sweet air. It’s the only shred of kindness you’re gonna get from me tonight.”
He forces your back to meet his chest, arching your spine to meet the heavy thrusts of his cock splitting you open. He drops your hair, your scalp feeling raw and tender from how hard he was yanking on it. His strong arms encase around your middle, fat fingers tormenting your nipples. He squeezes and pinches them before he shoves you right back down into the mattress.
“Turn your head to the side so that you can fuckin’ breathe.” Is all he says while he reaches for the old headboard for leverage. The shitty mattress shakes and squeaks beneath the weight of his heavy thrusts when he picks up his grueling rhythm, again.
You listen to his advice, if you would even call it that, and turn your cheek to the side so that your airway isn’t restricted. Your trembling hands reach for the tattered sheets, and your fists clench the fabric for any sense of support.
“Atta girl.” He rasps, blunt fingernails dig fiercely into the soft flesh of your hips, taking and marking you with red crescents indented in your skin.
“J-Joel.” You try to find your words, but they are muffled and fragmented. Your mind is too focused and centered on the pleasure rippling through your body to even try and protest.
“Shuddup and take it like you always do, baby. Know you can. Don’t gotta act stubborn about it.” He hisses between his clenched teeth, bending his chest forwards against your arched back. He sinks his teeth into the spot where your shoulder blades meet.
In some twisted and erotic way, he is mating you. His primal nature to breed you, and claim you as his; only his, takes over as he bites down on your flesh hard enough to draw blood to the surface of your delicate skin. And you have no choice but to let him, because despite how used and abused Joel Miller makes you feel, you keep coming back for more because no one fucks you like he does.
And when you don’t respond to his crudeness and condescending tone, he feels pleased by your submissiveness and need to please him.
“Was startin’ to think that my perfect little fuck toy wasn’t gonna show up for her fucking tonight. Thought maybe she had finally woken up and realized her worth, but then I find ya outside my door like a stray puppy jus’ waitin’ to be fucked.” He grunts deeply, slowing the movement of his hips before drawing them back slowly. “Cus’ no matter how many times you try to deny it, you love bein’ my cock sleeve. My fuck toy. You fuckin’ live for that shit baby, and you know what? I think it’s about time that I reward you.” He lets out a throaty breath before driving his hips forward, knocking the air from your lungs in tandem with his hips sharply jutting into the soft swell your ass.
His sweat slick skin slaps against yours, the obscene sounds of sex, and your ruined pussy squelching around the thick intrusion of his cock, send your eyes rolling back into your skull when you struggle to lift your cheek from the mattress to look over at him.
“W—what kind of reward?” You choke out, lips falling open in an o shape when his fat cock head nudges against that inner soft and spongy spot deep within the walls of your inviting warmth.
He chuffs a laugh, lifting his head up from where his teeth were just embedded into your skin. “Ah, there she is. Eager as ever, huh? Be fuckin’ patient, baby. Before I change my mind and decide you don’t deserve a reward at all.” He snaps, slamming his hips forward once more before he draws them back again. He slips out of your sopping pussy completely, leaving you on the edge of your approaching orgasm.
His cock is glistening in the low light, a creamy ring of your combined arousal coats the thick, veiny girth of his cock. He scoots back just enough so that he can watch the way your pussy pulses and drools a trail of enticing slick down between your trembling thighs.
He uses his thumbs to pry your inner lips apart before he spits a glob of saliva between your gaped, pulsing hole, and down to your untouched clit, swollen and puffy with need.
“Such a messy little pussy. You should see the way she’s winkin’ at me right now. So needy and desperate for my cock to fill her up with my seed, ain’t that right?” He sounds drunk, words slurred together, darkened eyes glazed over in lust. He licks his lips, inhaling the heady scent of your arousal like a hound dog locked on a trail. “Smell so fuckin’ sweet, too.” He groans before surging forward, burying his face between your parted thighs.
He’s never eaten you out before. Always claiming that you were undeserving of his skilled mouth and tongue. But tonight he’s finally given into tasting you, and once he’s had a lick, he can’t stop. He keeps you pried apart at his leisure, dragging his broad nose right through your trail of slick from the source. His lips suckle on your clit before dragging downwards to tease your folds, sucking on them, too. He’s eating you as if your pussy, and her sweet, sweet, nectar is his life source.
Your body jolts forward when his wiry beard scrapes at the apex of your thighs. He growls against you before reaching around for your hips and anchoring you in place once more so he can continue feasting.
He obscenely slurps and groans against your cunt before drawing his face back for a lungful of air. His chin and beard are glistening, coated in your arousal when he licks you from his lips. You think that maybe he’s finally having a change of heart when he flips you onto your back with ease, your breasts bounce from the movement when your back hits the mattress with a soft thud.
He never strays from fucking you from behind, on your knees with your face smashed into his mattress. That’s how he always takes you. His way only. And yet, here you are staring up at him with your big doe eyes bright and innocent. Your lips parted when he grabs the back of your knees and presses them towards your chest.
“Make yourself useful and hold those for me, will ya?” He barks out an order.
You scramble to grab the underside of your knees, sweaty fingers nearly slipping before you are able to have a solid grip around them.
“Good girl.” He nods before wedging himself between the small opening of your thighs. He catches that almost hopeful glint in your eyes and shoots it down immediately with an intimidating glare.
He brings one hand to the back of your scalp, roughly yanking your head upwards so you’re making direct eye contact with him. His dominant hand is loosely wrapped around the shaft of his cock, and he slaps the fat mushroom head against your puffy clit to gain your attention. “You focus right here.” He snips, brows furrowed together in a harsh line across his forehead. “Don’t you go and gettin’ this twisted, ya hear me? I know how you women work. Y’all think that jus’ cause a man does somethin’ different for once, that he’s softenin’ up to ya. He ain’t. You’re still my bitch, my little cocksleeve, and you’d best be wise to remember that, baby.”
“Y-Yes, Joel. I’m still your—”
He cuts you off with a low snarl when he begins to feed you his cock from this angle inch by inch, glancing down between your bodies so he can see your pussy pulling him in further. “That you are, my girl. Still feelin’ jus’ as eager for your little reward?” He questions with a cock of his brow, smirk tugging across his devious face.
“Please.” You beg him softly, not understanding what it was you were begging him for in the first place.
“Such an eager little cocksleeve to be pumped full of my seed, baby. Never thought I’d see the day.” He chuckles, pressing his hips forward till he’s completely bottomed out inside of you, and the coarse thatch of hair above his pubic bone presses into your clit.
Wait…what?
You look at him dumbfounded, shaking your head and hoping that you just misunderstood what he was saying. “What?”
“What?” He mocks your surprised tone condescendingly.
“Joel.” You try to reason with him, “we—we can’t! I—I don’t want to carry your fucking kid!”
“Aw.” He pouts, drawing his hips back before slamming them forward again. “You don’t wanna be filled to the fuckin’ brim with my seed? You don’t think your pussy wants that, baby? I think she does.” He teases.
“No, Joel. Please. Anything but that. You can come on my tits, my face, just please—not inside!” Your mind is already reeling at the possibility of having to carry Joel Miller’s fucking offspring in a world such as this one. You felt like one of those breeding mares shipped off to some stud farm to be passed around between stallions till one of their foals would inevitably stick—
He laughs cruelly at your fear and the way it dots your vision. He can imagine exactly what’s going through your mind at that very moment. “You should see your fuckin’ face right now.” He snickers. “Relax, sweetheart. I got a vasectomy years before the outbreak.”
“Jesus fuck, Joel! Why didn’t you just start off with that?!” You yell in his face, wishing you could punch that stupid grin right from the perfect pout of his kissable lips. You feel the tension visibly leave your shoulders when he satiates your fears of pregnancy, even if he does it in such a cruel manner.
“Cus’ I like toyin’ with ya. It’s entertainment for me, baby. You’re so easy to play with. I can do it with my eyes closed.” He muses before rolling his hips forward.
“You’re such a dick for that.” You attempt to chastise him, but your attempt is fruitless.
“Now, don’t go thinkin’ you’re entirely off the hook now, sweetheart. I do believe you said earlier that I could do anythin’ else I wanted to ya, right? Your words, baby. Not mine.”
Damn, his mind is sharper than a fucking arrow.
“Yeah…I did say that you could cum on my tits, or my face—”
“Mmm…nope. That ain’t gonna cut it for me unfortunately. I think I wanna do somethin’ else.” He trailed off, meeting your slightly nervous gaze with a small tilt of his head. How could his words and body language always be so fucking…mean?
“Okay, well, what else do you want to do?”
He shrugs his shoulders in disinterest before he grabs your hands that are still secured around the backs of your knees and removes them quickly so that your thighs fall open. He wants you spread at his mercy when he begins to ram into you, over, and over again. “You’re just gonna have to wait and find out.” He grunts deeply, bending down at an angle so he can nip at the juncture of your neck.
Your head lolls to the side so he has easier access and the pleasure starts to coarse through your body till he moves his mouth down the clavicle of your chest. First he starts off with chaste kisses to the swells of your breasts, and then he toys with the pert nipple between his lips. You let out a soft mewl that quickly turns into a high pitched yelp when his teeth sink into the sensitive pebbled flesh, hard.
“OW!” You cry out at the assault of his mouth. He does it again before switching to your other nipple, delivering the same mistreatment before he soothes the broken skin with his tongue.
You jokingly call him an animal thinking that he would disagree and scold you for it, but instead…he leans into that side of himself. He fucking loves it.
“Yeah, baby. I am a fuckin’ animal. You got that damn right.”
He fucks you like one too, till your creaming around his cock, leaking out around his thick girth that continuously punches into your pussy. He slips out suddenly with a wet squelch, leaving you feeling a little dazed and positively fucked out.
“Still want your reward, baby?”
You nod dumbly, cock drunk and eyes glazed with stars still twinkling behind them.
“Alright, my little cocksleeve. Close those pretty eyes for me, and no peekin!’”
Your eyes snap shut on command, chest rising and falling as you catch your breath.
The old mattress squeaks when his weight rises from it. You think about risking a peek to see what exactly it is that he’s doing, but you decide against it.
He stands above you on the mattress at his full height, looming over your spread legs while your ruined pussy is still drooling along the soiled sheets. He looks down at you with his cock wedged between his fist.
You can hear the wet sound of his fist jerking himself off before you feel the hot ropes of his seed coating your face, lips, neck, chest and lower. He shoots a load across your tummy, and right down to your pretty spread pussy.
Well, I suppose that’s a nice…reward? You think to yourself.
“Ain’t done yet, sweetheart.” He scolds you lightly from above when he sees your thighs beginning to close up like a nighttime flower closing its petals till the sweet kiss of sunrise.
He really has more than that? Damn, I underestimated this sick son of a bitch.
He relaxes his shoulders, letting out a decompressing sigh before he slowly releases his bladder with a sick smirk plastered on his face.
First, you detect the familiar stench of urine, and then the steaming liquid lands on your face, trickling down your lips. You let out a sound of protest and lift your hands above your head to shield yourself from his piss. It trails down the valley of your breasts, down your stomach and between your thighs, mixing into the trail of slick between them.
He’s marking you like a fucking dog marks his bitch, and you’ve never felt more degraded and humiliated in your entire life till you find youself under Joel Miller’s golden fucking shower. The stench of urine and cum stings your eyes and the sensitive hairs in your nose.
He bends down, cock now softened between his thighs and places one hand along the side of your face, brushing away a stray dribble of cum and piss from your lips with his calloused thumb.
“Now, no other man is ever gonna want to fuck my bitch when she’s reekin’ of my piss and cum.”
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“M’serious,” Joel says, voice wavering as he tries to maintain authority. His cheeks and chest are painted the most gorgeous shade of crimson, and heat radiates from his skin. “I can’t - I’m not doin’ it again, sweetheart.”
“But it’s not up to you, Daddy.”
Tags - subby!joel, brat!joel/mean!joel? Lol. smut, unprotected piv, creampie, daddy kink, age gap, cum eating - making that old man swallow his own load (closed loop system), terrorizing that old man via cock and ball play, teasing, nipple play, orgasm denial/overstimulation. He also cries a little. Sorry, Joel. 2k words.
A/N - “And then I splooge in her mouth, and—I know, I know! And get this, she kisses me and puts it back into my mouth, and I swallow.” “Which, the cum?” “I know. So hot!” “You swallowed your own load?”
Joel’s arms are around you, caging you in. You watch him roll his hips into you, the beautiful sight of his cock sliding in and out of your body, covered in creamy ribbons of your arousal. With every thrust, his head kisses your cervix and rubs against that sweet spot inside of you. “Oh, Daddy,” you moan, wrapping one of your arms around his shoulders. You reach for his hand and push it between your writhing bodies, panting Joel’s name.
“Yeah?” Joel breathes, pressing the calloused pads of his fingertips against your clit. “You wanna cum, baby girl?”
“Mhm,” you whimper, burying your face into Joel’s armpit as he rubs your clit in practiced circles, fucking his cock into you even deeper.
“Cum for Daddy,” he whispers into your ear, his mustache tickling the soft skin of your cheek. “C’mon, baby. That’s it, sweetheart.”
You cum with a soft cry, digging your nails into Joel’s skin hard enough to scratch him, not that he minds. A little soap and water, a bit of Neosporin and he’ll be golden. If he cares enough to even do that. Joel takes in all of your pleasure, drinking down your moans as he fucks you harder, timing his thrusts with the pulsing of your cunt. He breathes your name as he cums, pumping you full of his warm, sticky spend.
Joel pulls out of you quickly, uncaring about his mess you’re spilling onto his sheets. His heart pounds and his lungs burn as he flops onto the mattress, graying curls wild as they stick up in every conceivable direction. “Oh, goddamn. I love ya,” he murmurs, pulling you into his side. “You did good. We’re gettin’ ready for bed, now.” He gives you a quick kiss on your forehead, then reaches for his reading glasses and the book he’s been reading to you.
As Joel searches for his place in the book, you stare at him, contemplating. He seems relaxed, yes, as he passes a hand through his damp curls. More relaxed than usual at least. But he’s still so…so On. But that’s just Joel, right? Joel, who makes time for you, but never for himself. He masturbates every morning in his lukewarm shower with his hand against the tile, and he comes in less than two minutes. Gives himself a thorough scrub from head to toe and he’s off to do whatever it is he does all day, whatever it is that keeps him so busy. Always go, go, go.
A truly relaxed Joel would be a sight, you think. A Joel all fucked out and lightheaded, humming to himself as the aftershocks of his pleasure wash over him, long after the orgasm’s ended. Joel leaves you in that beautiful, blissed out state all the time. Would it be so insane to do the same to him?
“What the–” You lift Joel’s arm and slide out from under it, crawling backwards down the mattress. “Where the hell are you off t–oh.”
You settle yourself between Joel’s legs, and rest the side of your head on his hip, his belly pressing into your forehead. You reach for his soft, leaking cock and play around with it, which makes Joel chuckle quietly. “Guessin’ you ain’t done with me yet, are ya?”
“Mhm,” you hum, tracing down his shaft. He looks amused. You pet his pubic hair, gently twirling your fingertips around the curling, graying, wiry strands, damp with sweat, cum, whatever.
Joel rolls his eyes. “Uh-huh. Knock yourself out, kid.”
He doesn’t buy it. Joel knows when he’s satisfied his girl. He’s pinpointed your limits and pushed you past them, and held that melted, fucked out version of you in his arms as you slowly made your way down to earth, like a feather falling through the air.
But that’s Joel’s problem, isn’t it? He forgets that you can be satiated for one thing, but hungry for another, and therefore not settled. At this moment, you want to find heaven between his thighs. Taste his pleasure as he’s tasted yours, bring him to those heights. Really, you want to milk him fucking dry - it’s as simple and stupid and animalistic as that.
You slide up his body, pushing yourself under his arms. Joel lifts his book and dog ears the page he’s on, then sets it on his nightstand. “Whatcha thinkin’ about, sweet girl?” he asks. “What’s goin’ on in that mind ‘a yours?”
You look down at the vast expanse of his skin, admiring his gorgeous torso. You slide your palm up his ribcage, noting the little breath he sucks in. With your middle finger, you trace around the rippled, silvery-pink edges of a scar on his abdomen. “Where’d this one come from, Daddy?”
“Ohhh,” Joel begins, looking down at the scar he thinks is so hideous. You think it’s beautiful, like the rest of him. “I got into it with a - oh, fuck.”
His words falter as you kiss his shoulder while running your fingertips from his collarbone to his chest, gently tracing over his nipple. You round it in circles until it stands at attention, then give it the sweetest, softest of pinches.
“What’re you doin’?”
“Nothing,” you lie, lowering your face to flick your tongue over his other nipple. You roll the one bud between your fingertips, feeling Joel’s chest rise and fall with deeper, shakier breaths. “Got into it with what, Daddy?”
Joel takes his glasses off and folds in the arms, then sets them to the side, missing his nightstand. They fall on the floor instead. “Uhh,” he drawls, voice cracking a little as you switch places, twirling your fingers around his wet nipple while licking at the other. His length thickens underneath you, twitching against your slit, and that only makes him harder.
“Tell me, Daddy.”
“Some - someone hurt Daddy real good,” Joel answers. You look at him with big, concerned eyes, pouting a little as you tease his nipple. “Was a long time ago. But’m all better, now.”
You lean up to press your lips against Joel’s, and as quickly as the kiss begins is it over, with you kissing your way down his torso. Sloppy, wet, open mouthed kisses over his neck, a vein pulsing beneath your lips. Down his collarbones to his chest, kissing one nipple and across to the other, then down the centerline of his body. You drag your tongue down his happy trail and kiss just next to his cock, then lick your way up the perfect curve of his shaft. You taste his cum and your own arousal, humming at the flavor like you’re licking the batter off of the spoon.
“Ohhhh, lord,” Joel moans, feeling you gently kiss his balls. You lick over the soft, wrinkled skin, then suck as much of his sack into your mouth as you can. You can feel the sharp points of your canine teeth pressing against him, and you’re conscious to stay gentle. You’re not cruel, no. Don’t want to hurt him. At least not like this.
Silently, you kiss your way back up to his cock, and grip the bottom of his length with your hand. You take his tip into your mouth and swirl your tongue around the blushed, leaking head, tasting the small bead of precum that sits so pretty at his little slit.
Joel can’t do this. He begins to buck his hips, and it’s unclear whether he’s trying to fuck himself into your mouth or push you off his body. But he can’t fucking do this. Or maybe he can. Does he even want to? His dick is still tingling from the first orgasm, and fuck, you’re sliding down his length, and he’s now sucking in a strained breath. It’s too much, it’s too much, it’s too much.
Joel can feel his pulse in his fucking throat. “Oh, my heart,” he whimpers, clutching one hand against his chest as he tangles his fingers in your hair with the other. “S-stop,” he begs, “Ease up f’me, kiddo.”
You pull your mouth off of his cock with a pop. “But I want you to cum for me, Daddy.”
“Yeah, no. You milked - oh, Christ–” Joel’s voice breaks, “You milked Daddy fuckin’ dry, honey. No more. Not tonight.”
You simply ignore Joel’s desperate words, and close your lips around his girth, letting yourself drool as much as you please. You move one of your hands to his balls and give the pair a gentle, soft fondle as you move yourself up and down, tracing your tongue along that one throbbing vein.
“M’serious,” Joel says, voice wavering as he tries to maintain authority. His cheeks and chest are painted the most gorgeous shade of crimson, and heat radiates from his skin. “I can’t - I’m not doin’ it again, sweetheart.”
“But it’s not up to you, Daddy.”
Joel lets out something between a deep, guttural groan of frustration and a laugh of disbelief. “You fuckin’ - fuck - you’re startin’ to piss me off, now,” he warns, tugging on your hair. And you just let him.
You squeeze his balls in a way less than kind, a warning. With a buck of his hips and a sharp gasp, Joel learns quickly that you’re just as serious as he is, and you’ve got him in the palm of your hand. Literally.
“Okay, okay okay - Jesus,” Joel whines. He surrenders himself to the pleasure and the pain, willing himself to cum so that this fucking…whatever the fuck it is you’re doing to him, is over. “I’ll cum for ya, alright? I’m - I’m close,” he insists. “Make Daddy cum now, honey.”
Joel’s thighs are twitching, muscles flexing in his soft tummy and his forearms as he grips the bed sheets tightly. “Kid–” Joel taps you urgently, tears welling up in his eyes. He wipes them away quickly and sniffles. “I need to cum, okay? Fuck. I need–”
“You have to ask, Daddy.”
Joel growls in frustration. “Can I,” he begins, breathing heavily, “Fucking cum.”
“I don’t know. Can you?” You kiss his tip and grin at his pained expression, feeling quite proud of yourself at the way you’ve managed to pull this off. Stringing his pleasure along, giving him just enough to keep him begging for more but not enough to push him over the edge. Poor, poor Daddy.
“Oh, fuck you,” Joel spits. “May I cum?”
“Manners, Daddy. Like you taught me.”
Joel balls his hands into fists and throws them at his sides, babbling something in anger and desperation. “I am gonna fuckin’ throttle you, kid,” he seethes, but you take the threat in stride. There’s nothing he can do to you that he’s not already done before.
“May I fucking cum, please.” Joel bites.
Joel only cums when you tell him to. An inhuman sort of scream claws its way up through his chest before he can even register that it’s he who’s making that noise, shooting rope after rope of his spend into your warm, wet mouth. Every nerve of his is raw, every muscle tensed as he bucks his hips into you. He lets out a sob of sorts and covers his tearful eyes with his forearm as you pull off of him, quickly crawling up his body. You press your lips against his and push all of his own cum into his mouth, and Joel makes a surprised sort of noise at the taste of himself. You cover his lips with your hand, forcing himself to swallow his own load as you kiss away his tears.
Joel takes wheezing breaths, pupils wide with anger. “Betcha feel real fuckin clever, yeah?” he snaps. “Where’d you pick that trick up from, huh? Jesus. Takin’ advantage of an old man, fuckin’...”
Joel trails off as you reach for his book, and lean over the bed to pick his glasses up off of the floor. You place the book in his hands, then put his glasses over his ears and perfect, aquiline nose. “Read to me, Daddy,” you tell him, then snuggle back into his side. He’s sweatier than he was.
Joel rolls his eyes, shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Read to you, huh? Really?”
“Uh huh.”
“You’re goddamn lucky I love ya,” he says. “An’ that you’re fuckin’ pretty.” Joel finds his place in the book, then clears his throat and begins reading.
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