dbf!frank or jon preparing you to take him down your throat 😵💫😵💫
the PRAISE that would occur
dbf!frank is laying back against the chair or couch with you sat between his legs. you're drooling over his cock, wanting to taste him so bad- butt so nervous that you're not gonna be able to fit him all in your mouth. "it's alright, you go as long as you can- okay, sweetheart?" nodding, you take a deep breath.
"that's it, nice and slow" frank moans while your tongue swirls around the tip of his cock and your hand strokes the rest of him. you continue to warm up and only taking a little bit at a time- allowing yourself time to adjust and gain confidence "there you go, sweetheart- you're so good, keep going-" he becomes breathless as you take him inch by inch.
the last inch, you loosen your jaw and dig your nails into his thigh. his tip kisses the back of your throat, causing you to gag. pushing though, you hold yourself there for a moment. frank chokes out a whine before you pull off him completely. "jesus christ, you did it! s'good sweetheart-" you smile up at him, drooling and precum mixed on your chin and chest.
"m'so proud of you," he pulls you up to his level and kisses your lips
Dbf!Frank Castle who’s got a large and tender hand on the back of your head - palm gentle while his thick fingers thread through your hair, silently guiding your rhythm.
“That’s ittt, baby. Be a good girl and take my balls in your mouth,” he says. You pull off with a pop and get lower while you steadily pump his length, tucking your head right below his dick. You take one of them into your mouth, sucking and licking. You take the other and do the same. He shudders above you, and his abs tense at the sensation. He loves how little your manicured hand looks wrapped around him tight, wet as you spread your spit over him. “S-shit, yeah. Jus’ like that. Mm, my nasty girl,” he growls. “Where’d you learn to suck cock like this, honey?” You drop his sack out of your mouth to answer.
“Porn…mostly,” you say, lips ghosting against him. His brows pull together and his eyes sharpen defensively.
“‘Mostly???’” he repeats irritably. “The fuck you mean, ‘mostly’?” You smile up at him, a mischievous sparkle in your eye. His brows jump up, and his eyes narrow. But then he smirks, almost likes he’s entertained. You’re fucking with him. His girl’s fucking with him. “Oh you wanna be naughty? You wanna be a fuckin’ brat, baby? Get back up here,” he orders. He tangles his hand in your hair again and guides you back into his cock. He adds pressure when he pushes your head down, burying his dick in your sweet mouth as he bucks his hips up, gagging you. “Yeah, not so funny now, huh? Not with daddy fuckin’ your throat like this?”
A single tear slides down your cheek as you try to open your throat as much as you can, taking the ‘punishment’ he’s giving you. In fact, the ‘punishment’ is only spurring you on. Your other hand slides down your smooth tummy, and into your baby blue thong to rub steady circles on your clit. Your eyes flutter closed and you hollow your rosy cheeks to take all of him. Spit is rolling down your chin, and there’s clusters of teardrops clinging to your long, pretty lashes. And it’s your ‘punishment’ that makes Frankie shoot his load between those glossed, now slobbery lips. His head falls back and a low, guttural groan slips from his parted, plush ones.
His eyes screw shut in ecstasy as he pushes your head down - his dark, coarse pubes tickle against your nose.
“F-fuck,” he whimpers as you help him ride out his high - until it’s too much and he pulls you off of him. You swallow and lick your lips, batting your eyes sweetly at him. After a few moments he opens his eyes and sits up a little to look down at you. He smiles, chuckling at the beautiful mess you are right now. Your hair is a mess. Some of it’s in your eyes and some of it is stuck against your sticky lips. Your eyes are glossy and your cheeks and chest are a flush pink. “Jesus Christ, you’re a fuckin’ minx, you know that? C’mere. Give your old man a kiss, you little troublemaker.”
“you’re makin’ a habit out of this, kid.” frank’s voice is a low, rough rumble through the speaker of your phone, heavy with the gravel of a man who was already halfway asleep before you rang him. you can hear the faint rustle of his bedsheets, the heavy, deliberate sigh he lets out into the receiver. he’s your dad’s oldest friend — the man who practically watched you grow up — and he knows damn well he shouldn't be answering the phone at two in the morning just to hear you breathe like this. but he did.
you whimper into the line, the sound small and completely desperate as your fingers work frantically beneath the waistband of your shorts. you’re so slick, so entirely consumed by the ache between your thighs, and no matter what you do, you can't seem to touch the spot right. “frank, please… i can’t— i need you. i tried, but it’s not working. please.”
there’s a long, heavy beat of silence on his end. you can practically feel the weight of his gaze through the network, the sheer gravity of his restraint cracking. he knows the power he has over you. he knows he’s the only man alive who can actually fix this for you, the only one big enough, rough enough, to make the noise in your head stop.
“you touchin’ at yourself right now?” he rasps, his tone shifting into something darker, a command that makes your stomach flip. you hear the thud of his boots hitting the floor on his end. he’s getting up. “tell me what you’re doing to yourself while you’re callin’ your daddy’s best friend, hm? say it for me.”
“i’m… i’m touchin’ myself, frank. for you. it’s only for you,” you sob out, your hips arching off your mattress as you rub against your own fingers, pretending they’re his heavy, calloused hands instead. “i’m so needy… please come over. he’s out of town, he won’t know. just come fix it. please.”
a dark, rough chuckle vibrates through the phone, sending a wave of heat straight to your core. “you’re a bad girl, you know that? a real brat.” you hear his truck keys jingle on the counter, the heavy front door of his place creaking open. he’s not even trying to fight it anymore. “keep your hand right there. don’t you dare stop until I get my hands on you."
Dbf!Frank who’s got you reverse cowgirl, your arms pulled back so he can hold you to him as he thrusts up into you. You’re bouncing up and down on his thick and ample cock like a little bunny, whining and squirming in his grip as he pounds relentlessly into you. The position he has you in gives you no choice but to just let your head fall back, your pretty, wine red toes curling and calves tensing as he bucks up into you vigorously, his meaty thighs smacking against the backs of yours so much you can tell they’ll be chapped. He’s balls deep, and the lewd sounds of them slapping against your ass cheeks is only adding fuel to the flame burning low in your belly.
“Yeah? You like that baby? Like when your old man holds you still so he can fuck you dumb? - Fuck, love this fuckin’ juicy ass - like a goddamn peach - Nah, my baby isn’t dumb. She’s a good, smart girl huh?” He lets one arm go, and leans forward carefully while his grip remains firm on the one he’s still holding. He brings his free hand around and hooks his thick fingers into your mouth - shoving them down until you’re gagging around them. “Spit,” he orders gruffly. You do as he says, moaning while salivating onto them. He moves his hand down, ghosting it along the the plushy flesh of your hip - until finally he makes it to his destination and starts rubbing steady circles on your glistening pussy.
“Oh god, Frankie! Yes, yes, right there!” you squeal, eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of his cock repeatedly kissing your cervix as his fingers work eagerly to get you gushing on him. You lose any core strength you have, and you let yourself fall back against him completely. He releases your other arm and slides it around your front, holding your hips in place as he fucks up into you with a vigor and pace that has the corners of your vision darkening - static and stars bouncing around the insides of your eyelids.
“Never answered me,” he huffs and puffs between thrusts.
“You never - oh shit, daddy! - a-asked me anything,” you say breathlessly - unashamedly, selfishly not wanting to answer questions while being fucked so good that you’re blacking the fuck out at the present moment.
“I did - s-shit princess - I asked if you’re a good, smart girl.” His thrusts stutter and slow; his eyes squeeze tight, brows furrowed together as he waits for just the right moment to fill you with his cum. To fuck with you he’ll get extra ooey gooey and call it ‘frosting his cupcake,’ and you always roll your eyes because like what a cringey, old man thing to say??? But somehow super hot also???
“Yes! Yes Frank, I’m your good, smart girl!” Your hands are clutching his arms for dear life. He doesn’t care that your nails are digging into him - it only spurs him on. It motivates him. He loves that he’s making you feel that fucking good that you can’t help but accidentally mark him.
“Show me, baby. Go on. Show me by cummin’ on my cock. That’s it, atta girl. Oh f-fuck honey, gonna make me cum too. Shit.” He gives a low, guttural growl as he rides out his high by slamming your hips down onto him. You’re so blissed out all you can do is mewl and wiggle against his strong chest - your warm, weepy bundle of nerves overstimulated. “I know, I know honey. S’okay, you did so good.” He leans back against the couch, pulling you with him and just holding you like that while his cock’s still in you - softening but still leaving you with a cozy fullness. “Always do s’good for me. Always take it like a fuckin’ champ, baby. I fuckin’ love you, you know that?”
making out with frankie on the couch one night, giving the older man a bunch of kisses as his hand roams across your body and you start getting horny—reaching your hand over his bulge and stroking it back and forth through the fabric.. a smile will creep onto franks face from seeing you get all needy, unbuckling his pants, “there you go, that’s a good girl..” he’ll praise as he gives you hickies all over your chest and neck, letting you hump your leaky cunt over his hard on like some kind of puppy. you guys are like that for a couple minutes until peter comes home, looking all gloomy as he heads straight to his office.
of course you’re worried for your boyfriend, so you stop humping franks leg to find out what happened. “peter? what’s wrong baby?” you question, only getting a short response from the boy,” nothing, m’fine..” peter waves off and you pout to look back at frank, wanting him to do something but he just shrugs. but he can see that you’re concerned so he calls peter back, catching him as he’s halfway down the hallway, “c’mere kid I got somethin’ for you.”.
about five seconds later, peters standing at the doorway, his hands folded across his own as he watches you guys on the couch from afar.
“what’s got you all glum huh? you’re worrying the missus over here.”
“nothing—“ peter goes to say, but gets interrupted by frank.
“ah cut it with that bullshit, there’s obviously something wrong. why don’t you come and let her help you out a bit. yeah, you’ll help petey out real good won’t you sweetheart?” frank gruffs, smoothing his hand around your ass and giving it a light smack. your older boyfriend is grinning when you smile ear to ear and basically bounce on his lap in excitement from the suggestion. “mhm! cmon peter let me help you feel better.. please?”
a best passes before peters head falls and he picks up his feet to make his way over to you guys, taking his shirt off. you crawl over to him and his hands rest on your cheeks soothingly, “okay, we gotta be quick though I have stuff im working on..” peter mumbles, its more directed to frank because he knows how long frank will go with you if he has the time, he’s seen and heard it from his office. peters standing above you and caressing your heated face, breaking eye contact from the older man to dip his head down and offer a swift kiss to your lips as he takes his cock out. “atta boy.” frank would laugh in approval..
next thing you know you’re on your back, still on the couch with your head hanging off the edge while your legs are spread open and propped up on peters hips. he’s dragging his length out of your pussy about halfway out before driving back into you, rubbing your clit in little circles with his thumb as you squirm—if you could you would be a moaning mess. but frank was occupying your mouth so you could only be reduced to whines and muffled whimpers :( “doin so well for us pretty girl..” frank lowly groans, his head tilted back in ecstasy as he works his cock down your tight throat again, his calloused hand tightening around your neck. “jesus, you got a mouth on you sweetheart..”, and you can feel his cock pulse in your mouth, just waiting to burst a load down your throat.
all the while peter was working on your sensitive little bud and had already made you cum :(( arousal dripping onto the couch and making a wet patch on the fabric.. and all you can do is writhe between the men because they have you trapped between them and peter is trying to make you cum again. making you close your legs on his waist in overstimulation, whining with franks cock still prodding in your mouth. “I know it’s so much, being so so good.. but I need you to give me one more please? I had such a rough day sweetheart I n-need to feel you cum again cmon.” and there’s not much you can do but obey, you did offer to make him feel better after all.
but frank, the old man that he is, was watching from the side just waiting to make a correction on peters movement, “push her legs open, and rub her like—“
“think I know how to make her cum frank.” peter breathes out between his thrusts, eyes still steady on your tits bouncing side to side.
“nah i got more than a couple years on you kid. listen—“
and the two of them go at it like they usually do, arguing back and forth as they subconsciously touch you all over.. touching you so attentively that you cum on peters cock like he told you to do earlier, twitching and putting your hands up to push at peters abdomen—earning back the attention of your bickering boyfriends. you hear a grumble of, “fuck princess..” come from frank, obviously he liked seeing you squirm and whine under peter because it doesn’t take long for him to cum. groaning as he abuses your throat a couple times until he spurts his load in your mouth, holding you there to make sure you take it all. “swallow it all sweetheart—thaats it, shit..”
peter follows as well, he’s grumbling little curses as he fills you up with all that he has, all the frustration he had from the day leaving him.
it feels so strange when the both of them slide out of you, the needy hole between your legs all empty and dripping once peter was done with you—and your mouth sore :(( peters immediately on you and telling you how well you did and made his day so much better <33
tags: MDNI, SMUT, PUPPY PLAY, PISS KINK, part 5 of my man’s bestfriend one shot series, punishment, pet play, dom/sub dynamics, humiliation, fingering, urethra play (?), age gap (20s/50s), mean daddy!joel x pup!reader, joel makes reader fill her bladder, tummy pressure, forced orgasm, sdub/con, dacryphilia, water sports and non graphic description of pee.
summary: drinking multiple glasses of water for a punishment didn’t seem too bad until daddy was pressing down on your stomach and playing with your pussy.
wc: 1.7k
“All of it. And none of the dramatics, pup.” He orders, voice rough with something he wasn’t communicating with you. Joel sat on an armchair opposite the couch you were on, his knee bouncing impatiently as he watches you finish the rest of the glass of water in your hand.
You weren’t exactly sure what kind of punishment this was meant to be, but you weren’t complaining. Daddy was never this easy on you when it came to reprimanding you when you’d done something bad, even if it was — like today — just speaking out term, aka, saying a swear word. “Good puppy’s ain’t meant to have dirty mouths,” he’d told you firmly when you’d let the word fuck slip when stubbing your toe at the end of the bed.
If anything, this “punishment” was heaven compared to the others you’ve received. One time Joel was so mad that he’d locked you in the play pen he’d found on patrol for an hour without your stuffies, claiming you needed to be dealt with the hard way in order to learn your lesson properly.
So six glasses of water for cussing? That was nothing, right? You happily swallow down the last drop of cold water and put the glass down on the coffee table in front of you, waiting to see if Joel would pick it up and take it back to the sink to be refilled.
He didn’t.
Maybe he was satisfied now? You couldn’t help but wonder if there was a catch to this.
He analyses you for a moment before silently coming to a conclusion of what he would do next. His voice comes low and demanding, one that made you think of a wolf of sorts — if they could talk of course. “Stand up and come over to me. Want ya to strip from your clothes but make sure ya leave that collar on. It’ll come in handy for what I got planned for ya.”
You perk up in excitement, would he be rewarding you for complying with your punishment? You stand up from the couch and eagerly strip from your cotton shorts, t-shirt, bra and panties, leaving your pastel pink collar on around your neck just like daddy had demanded.
Joel’s eyes rake over your naked form, taking in your beautiful breasts and pretty body. He feels himself harden from the confines of his jeans, his balls filling with cum he wished so badly to fill you with. But that wouldn’t be sticking to his plan would it? No harm in momentarily indulging in a little fantasy of his though, filling your tummy with baby puppies.
See, what Joel found so fucking exciting about this entire thing was that you had no idea what he had planned for you. And it really was a little funny to watch, if he was being honest. Looking at you getting all excited, imaginary tail wagging in enthusiasm of what you thought was coming. Little did you know you were about to be completely, and utterly humiliated.
“Want you to come over here and sit on Daddy’s lap with your back facin’ my chest.” He orders, spreading his thighs wider in an invitation. His expression is confusing. There’s a firm, composed look on his face but you can still catch that glint in his eye, like there’s something he knows that you don’t, and he doesn’t plan on telling you verbally what it is. Maybe it was a good thing, though. Daddy wasn’t all bad.. right?
You bite the inside of your cheek and lower yourself into a seating position on top of him and he adjusts you to his liking, settling with your bare feet atop of his thighs and your own spread wide open for him to have access to your most intimate areas.
You sigh contentedly and lean your head back into him, slightly turning to catch a look at his face. “What do you have planned, Daddy?” You ask sweetly, completely and blissfully naive to his true , cruel intentions.
“What do I have planned?” He repeats, his voice suspiciously softening as one large hand travels between your legs. “Well Daddy’s just gonna play with this little pussy for a little bit, Hon. How’s that sound?”
You smile eagerly and nod, clearly happy with his suggestion. “Sounds good,” you reply giddily, straightening up and beginning to move. “Can I just go potty really quick, though?”
And when you say it as you began wriggling from his body, it’s not really a question as you don’t doubt his answer to be anything but yes. I mean, why would he deny you the basic right of going to the toilet? It just wouldn’t make sense and the thought of him doing so didn’t even cross your mind.
That was, of course, before his hands roughly stilled you on his lap and put you back into your previous position rather harshly than necessary, making you squeal a pathetic sound.
“See, that’s the catch, baby,” he explains lowly in your ear, reaching back between your thighs and pressing a finger to an area you don’t think has ever been touched by anyone but yourself. Initially, you thought he was going for your clit, but no. He presses down on your urethra, making you gasp a little at the foreign and un-pleasurable sensation. “Daddy isn’t actually rewardin’ ya at all. He’s still punishin’ ya. And today, we’re gonna try somethin’ new. Today, I’m gonna play with this pussy — I wasn’t bein’ untruthful about that — and you’re gonna go potty right here in m’lap like a real puppy.”
Your face twists in confusion, and part of you thinks you should break free from his grasp, insist that this was out of line and going over boundaries but you decide against it. Joel never seemed to mind showing you who the Daddy was in your relationship and you didn’t doubt that he wouldn’t do just that if you didn’t behave.
A heat blooms in your cheeks and you feel yourself start to sweat profusely. Maybe it was just being denied of relieving yourself, but you were nearly certain that your bladder filled even more at his refusal of your need. Your breathing picks up. “W-what? I — ”
You cut yourself off with a loud whine when two of Daddy’s fingers travel down to your cunt — that was now betraying your body by lubricating — and slams them inside, curling them up towards your belly. His other hand keeps you secure against him by holding onto your stomach, but you think he is holding you there on purpose considering the way he’s pressing down on your lower tummy, putting increasingly heavy pressure on it.
Normally, when Joel would finger you like this — curling his fingers upwards — it would reach your g-spot. And it wasn’t that it wasn’t doing that now, because it was, but the stimulation was overpowered by the pressure on your bladder that he was conflicting deliberately. It was as if he knew your body inside out. Like he knew exactly how to make you feel good yet completely humiliated and out of control.
“Yeah, that shut ya up, didn’t it?” He says, his fingers making an embarrassing squelching noise. The weight of holding it all in, from stopping yourself from peeling becomes a lot, causing your pussy to squeeze him unbelievably tight, occasionally twitching too. The sensation makes joel groan, wishing that he could be feeling you wrapped around him while doing something like that.
“Think of it this way, pup,” he starts, twisting his head to turn his face into your neck, getting a good look at the tears brimming in your eyes, the puffs of breath hitting the side of his face as you whimper and groan. “If you’d have just behaved yourself earlier and not have acted like a little mutt, you could be squeezin’ m’cock like this. And I’d be rubbin’ that little clit of yours, makin’ ya cum cos you’re such a good puppy, my good puppy.”
You squeal and scratch at his hand on your belly, shaking your head and sniffling. “N-no I don’t — I don’t wanna — I’ll — I’ll make a mess and it’ll be gross — ”
But he’s just not listening, is he? Because he keeps talking, ignoring you as if you aren’t even speaking at all. His fingers keep working and his hand keeps pressing and you wonder how long you’ll be able to hold it in. “But oh no, we couldn’t just have a nice evenin’, baby. Just always gotta be causin’ trouble, fuckin’ — shit baby squeezin’ me so tight — makin’ me punish ya. And it’s punishin’ this sweet pussy too, kiddo. Y’know that? Your — your —“ he emphasises, “— behaviour is deprivin’ this poor pussy.”
You sob softly, your bladder practically screaming at you. “I don’t wanna deprive my pussy, I — I just got hurt earlier and I didn’t mean to, I just.. I don’t wanna pee, Daddy. S’embarrassing.” You snivel, your hips bucking up without your permission, a feeling of dread wash over you as you loose restraint.
“So don’t, pup. Let it out, let it aaall out. Make a mess for Daddy and then he’ll think about forgivin’ ya.” He encourages, pressing down harder on your belly to the point that you had no choice other than to let go.
You release your bladder with an ashamed cry, your urethra spurting small amounts of piss in embarrassment until you couldn’t impede things any longer. A long stream comes spilling out of you, coating Joel’s fingers that are still inside of you and pooling on the couch beneath you.
Almost immediately after, an orgasm you weren’t entirely aware was building, wracked through you and coated Daddy’s waiting fingers. You collapse back into Joel with a sigh of relief, all the pressure gone but for what? You were still humiliated.
Joel groans into your neck, nipping slightly at the skin there. “There ya are. Been wantin’ to see that for so long, pup. Been fuckin’ thinkin’ about it, girl.”
Thank you reading babies!! My first time writing piss kink so I hope this serves this piss loving community justice😛 I also wrote this in like two days so sorry if it’s bad
summary: you cum without permission — too eager and far gone, so daddy teaches you real patience.
disclaimer: both participants are consenting adults!
divider by me !! ⬇️ (EEK)
the lewd sounds of your wet pussy and you and joel’s skins slapping together filled the room. you moaned and panted brokenly, saliva falling from the corner of your mouth. it had only been about five minutes of joel fucking your brains out, your thighs pushed up to your chest and your hands loosely holding the backs of your knees to keep them in place, and already you were feeling that swirling in your tummy.
you clenched around Joel’s cock, a clear sign of your impending orgasm. joel reached down and looped his thumb into the chain part of your collar, asserting his dominance. “nuh uh, pup. can feel this pussy clechin’. ain’t time f’ya t’cum just yet.” he growled, tugging roughly on your collar and quickening his pace, stroking his cock head on that spot inside you perfectly.
“nguhh.. d-don’t know if i can hold it, d-daddy..” you mewled, finger nails digging into your own skin at the effort of holding back. you could feel your peak crawling closer and closer and as much as you clenched your tummy and held your breath, there was no use.
before joel could talk you down, you were cumming on his cock, your creamy arousal dripping down his length and creating a pearly ring at his base. you squirmed and wailed beneath him at the overwhelming sensation, but instead of enjoying your release, joel pulled out of you furiously.
you began to protest, letting your legs drop down and whining out a “daddyyy”, but Joel’s hand came down on your pussy hard, a sharp spank right on your mound making you jolt and squeal in pain.
“fuckin’ bitch,” he growled, tugging you up into a sitting position by your collar. “what did i tell ya, huh? did i say y’could cum on my cock?” he chastised.
tears welled up in your eyes at his biting tone. you hadn’t meant to cum without permission, it was just how good it felt. the pleasure just took over you and before you knew it, you were too far gone to stop your pussy’s spasming.
your voice came out broken, pathetic even. “m’sorry, daddy i.. i just couldn’t hold it s’all.”
but joel didn’t sympathise. instead, he yanked you up by the hair off the bed. “gon’ have t’teach ya some patience, pup.”
your knees ached on the cold tile of the bathroom floor. sweat clung to your forehead from the steam of the shower. you watched from the outside, situated next to the bathroom cabinet while joel stood under the stream lathering himself up in soap.
you weren’t really sure why he was doing this. why he was making you watch him shower like this but you assumed there would be some form of a lesson rooted in here. you felt humiliated, completely exposed with nothing other than your pink collar on with your matching leash clipped to the towel rack, but still, your pussy ached with need after not being able to truly experience your orgasm.
you expected to be given a spanking or maybe put in the corner downstairs without your stuffies, but not this.
joel lathered his hands with the bar soap and this time, his hands traveled down his body to fist his half hard cock, massaging the soap into his base, washing all traces of your orgasm off him. “now, i brought ya in here cos i think ya needa learn some patience. so, you’re gon’ sit there on those knees and you’re gon’ watch me cum, and you’re gon’ wait your turn since ya think ya can cum without your daddy’s permission.” he said, hissing as his thumb swiped over the head of his dick. “and i don’t wanna hear none of your whinin’ or beggin’, yeah? you’ll take what your given. am i clear?”
you looked over at him with wide eyes, watching his face as he stroked his cock up and down. the sight was so erotic that you didn’t even think to answer until he repeated himself.
you nodded your head, you collar rattling a little as you did. “yes — I understand, daddy.” joel gave you a look before continuing. his hand moved on his cock with precision — not rushing, just feeling.
a couple more strokes and his girthy length was back at full hardness — standing erect. your mouth was so near to watering at the sight that you to bite your lip to stop yourself. he didn’t look at you, just leaned his head back against the tile wall of the shower, not giving you the pleasure of seeing his eyes. your pussy was a mess at this stage, drooling and dripping onto the floor beneath you, coating your inner thighs. you desperately wanted to reach down and touch your puffy clit, just one circle to diffuse some of the tension there, but you knew better than disobeying joel.
you breathed unevenly, rocking your hips just once against the floor. “does it.. feel good, daddy?” you asked, desperate for some kind of attention. if you weren’t aloud to feel him right now, the least he could do was tell you how it felt.
“mm.. too bad it ain’t that pussy, pup,” he groaned, shaking his head and speeding up a little. he let a string of saliva fall down from his mouth and you watched as it slid down his shaft. you stifled a moan, trying not too be too obvious. “coulda been that cunt if you’d have just listened to daddy.”
tears of frustration welled in your eyes at his words. you wanted to scream at him. beg him to just do something. but instead, you were left humping the floor as he jerked his cock frantically now, hips stuttering.
he tilted his head, rough hand squeezing his tip. “see this? this is mine. you don’t touch. you don’t beg. you just sit there and learn your lesson.” he opened one eye, it darted to you. and then.. he fucking laughed.
low, gravelly and mocking.
“you humpin’ the floor, baby? s’that how desperate that pussy is?” he teased, bringing a hand down to cup his balls.
tears fell down your face, core aching at his degrading words. you nodded, the tiniest sob breaking free. “just want your cock so bad.”
joel’s expression seemed to soften the tiniest bit at your shaking voice. poor puppy.
“yeah, i know. but this is what happens when ya don’t listen. you’ll know for next time, ain’t that right, puppy?” he said, this time his tone more sympathetic .
you quit your humping with a sniffle, it just wasn’t enough. it was nothing compared to joel.
finally, joel’s tip started to throb and his heavy breaths turned into grunts and groans of pleasure. “don’t you move,” he warned, his voice a rough growl. “you stay right there and you watch this cock cum, baby girl.”
you nodded desperately, starting to drool again — the cutest little habit of yours that joel noticed you did when you were excited.
a couple more pumps and joel’s head was spurting out his warm, creamy spend, coating his hand. you let yourself whimper at the sight, brows furrowing in barely contained desperation, a pout on those pretty lips. “s’all f’you, baby girl.. s’your lesson.” his hand moved shakily over his length as he hissed, milking any remaining spend from his aching balls.
the tears streamed shamelessly down your face now, unable to hold them back any more. your instincts screamed at you to crawl to him, to touch, to beg — but the leash and Joel’s orders held you in place.
you felt a pang of devastation at his release and the tiniest hint of jealousy. jealous that he gave himself what you wanted to give him. your throat ached with the words you were forced to swallow and shame curled in your belly unbearably. you yearned for some kind of friction on your swollen clit, anything to take the tension away.
it felt like an eternity before joel shut the water off, stepping out onto the bath mat and wrapping a towel loosely around his waist, belly bulging over slightly. he was so beautiful.
he made his way over to you, running a wet hand over your sweaty hair. “that’s my girl, knew ya could do it.” his voice was quieter now.
you immediately nuzzled into his hand, lapping up all of the attention you could get. you liked this part, the praise after the punishment. his thumb swiped a stray tear from your cheek, frowning at his precious pup.
“thank you da-daddy.” you hiccuped.
joel cooed at your little voice. “shhh.. ain’t gotta thank me. you did good. m’proud o’ya, puppy.”
you felt relief wash over you at his praise. the truth was, joel could never stay mad at you for very long, you were his pup after all. as much as he hid it with mean comments and grunts, your little whines and cries during punishments broke his damn heart. seeing you rut that puffy little clit against the floor, just desperate for her daddy’s cock, or seeing those peaked up swollen nipples, the look on your face when you did your best from touching them. his poor girl, she really did try her best to please him.
he crouched down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, then both your cheeks and eventually, your lips. he could taste the salty tears on them that had dripped down as he brushed his mouth against yours in a lazy kiss, when he pulled back, he booped your nose, making you giggle and sniffle. “tell ya what, how bout daddy give ya a little reward, hm? might even let ya cum if your a good puppy.”
you perked up at that, a little smile creeping onto your face despite wanting to stay sad and pouty. you nodded your head, the metal of your leash clattering against the towel rack. “yes please, daddy — if it isn’t too much trouble.”
polite puppy, joel thought. so fucking pure.
he smiled, stroking your chin with his thumb tenderly. “sweet girl, huh? course it ain’t no trouble, baby girl. let’s get ya unclipped, yeah?”
you nodded eagerly, thank god. you didn’t mind your collar, in fact, you loved it. it was so pretty and daddy let you pick it out yourself in that sex store you both came across on patrol, but you hated your leash. joel rarely used it on you, normally just while being punished or if you squirmed too much while he played with you, but even so, it wasn’t something you dared to complain about.
once he unhooked your leash from your collar, he hauled you up to your feet and swatted your ass, silently directing you toward the door. you walked through the hallway of the small house and up to your bedroom door, knees aching from their new position off the floor.
joel wasn’t far behind you and when he caught up to you, he lifted you up onto the bed, the soft mattress hitting your bare ass comfortingly. “now, lemme see, baby girl.” he kneeled down, ignoring the crack of his joints and spread your thighs open with his two meaty hands. “ohhh, honey. look at that. just made a damn mess o’yourself. this all from watchin’ your daddy?” he cooed, bringing his index finger down to your slit, coating it in your sticky arousal and sucking it clean just for a taste.
he just couldn’t help himself.
you whined a little at the action, eyes going heavy again as you looked up at him. “mhm.. please — need you, daddy.”
“ah, ah, ah,” he chastised softly, wagging the finger he’d just sucked clean in your face. “did we not just have a lesson on our patience, young lady?”
your cheeks warmed. you always got like this for joel, needy and pathetic. “yeah..” you mumbled.
“yeah,” joel repeated. “so ya can’t just go runnin’ your mouth, demanding things from your daddy. i’m the adult, your the pup, understand?”
you nodded obediently, biting your lip in embarrassment. joel looked at you for a second before climbing onto the bed, sitting up with his back against the bed frame, allowing his towel to fall and free his dick. he wasn’t hard anymore but the sight still made your stomach tingle.
joel reached for your waist, both of his meaty hands wrapping around it as he lifted you up and onto his lap, stroking a stray hair out of your face. “now, sugar, go’head, rub those puppy parts on your daddy’s leg, yeah?”
he didn’t need to tell you twice.
you were straddling his thick ankle in seconds, your bare cunt already dripping onto his skin. your hips seemed to move on their own accord, shaky, uneven ruts of them, creating the perfect amount of friction on your swollen, engorged little clit. your cunny drooled out more arousal at the sensation, your head lolling back uncontrollably at the relief you’d been wanting for the past thirty minutes.
you couldn’t hold back your whines, the feeling was just too good to keep yourself quiet. “thank you, daddy — mmm.. thank you..”
“such a polite pup, ain’t ya?” he cooed, bringing his hand up to stroke your hair. “s’this what ya needed? needed to rub that puffy little cunt on your daddy’s leg?” he asked. his degrading words sent a spark of humiliation up your spine and it only made your pussy wetter.
“yes daddy,” you nodded pathetically. “l-love bein’ your pup..” you sobbed, speeding your hips pace up. you always got like this after a punishment. after being pent up for so long, aching for some form of touch and finally getting it? fuck, it made you just pathetic. it made you feel like a little toy that was created for Joel’s use and his use only, but there was a part of that made you love your whole dynamic even more.
“yeah,” joel growled, grabbing a handful of your hair roughly, tugging your scalp as you humped. “yeah ya fuckin’ love it cos your daddy’s. your daddy’s pup to fuck, to touch and to love, y’hear? and you’re gon’ make a fuckin’ mess f’me now, okay?” his palm landed across your face sharply. “yeah?”
“ye-ah..” you mewled, lip trembling as you felt yourself become closer and closer to the edge. the sting of your cheek was nothing compared to the pleasure surging through your veins. you loved when daddy got like this — rough and eager to watch his puppy fall apart. knowing he loved watching you cum probably more than you liked to feel it made you want to do it for him even more. you brought both of your hands down on Joel’s thigh to stabilise yourself as you humped, claw — nails ! — digging into his flesh, not that he minded.
your collar rattled and your moans increased by the second, white heat pooled low in your belly, tears pouring down your face. you felt another feeling though, an unfamiliar one. one you hadn’t felt during times like this with daddy. suddenly, panic arose within you. “m’gonna.. i think m’gonna m-make a big mess, daddy.. i.. I don’t wanna—”
“s’okay baby, s’okay,” joel hushed, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, swiping away a tear. “you feel like you needa pee? just let it go, it’ll feel good pup, i promise.”
god, Joel always knew how to read you. it was so impressive sometimes it fucking scared you. maybe it was just a daddy thing, you figured.
you panted and let another sob break free, feeling embarrassed but too good to stop. you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop moving your hips. you were sure you wouldn’t even be able to if you tried. your hips started to stutter and your sobs got more frantic, little “uhuhuhuhuh’s”, but joel was there to catch you like he always was. always knowing what you needed. he brought his thumb up to your mouth for you to suck, almost like a pacifier to soothe you.
he always knew when things were getting too much. when that dumb little puppy brain was getting too loud, those adult thoughts and insecurities breaking through.
you sucked his thumb in eagerly, bobbing your head up and down as if it was Joel’s cock, eliciting a groan from him. your thighs ached from all of your effort, but nonetheless you kept going. rut, rut, rut until, oh, there it was, pup was making a mess on her daddy.
"ohhh!" you gasp, then squeal as your walls clamp down on nothing, clit tingling electrically, a gush of liquid pours from you. you’re fucking squirting.
the feeling was like nothing you’d ever felt before. an intense, overwhelming, euphoric sensation, like an explosion of pleasure and adrenaline. you couldn’t control the wails and screams that came out as you practically collapsed in place. joel was quick to reach down and grind you down on his leg, help you ride it out but it was just so much to handle. you cried and begged incoherently for things you weren’t even sure of.
“ohhh, puppy,” joel sympathised condescendingly. “this pussy squirtin’ f’me? fuck, honey, just felt so good, didn’t it?”
you could answer, just babbled nonsense. joel continued to rock you until your body physically couldn’t take it anymore, a tiny bit of liquid spurted from you again.
“s-stop, daddy — please — m’all done.” you whined, exhaustedly.
“all done?” joel repeated. you nodded. with your clarification he lifted you up off his leg and onto his waist, ignoring his cock that was hard again. he knew you didn’t have any left in you and he wouldn’t ever hurt his puppy for the sake of his own pleasure. “was a’lot, pup,” he murmured. “daddy’s so proud. your safe, honey. s’over now.”
a new string of tears flood your waterline and dropped down your face. you were just so emotional after that release that you couldn’t control it. it happened often, especially if you’d cum hard on daddy’s cock or if he’d milked you with his tongue, but with this new form of release, you felt completely wrung out in the best way.
you clung to joel’s chest as he rocked you, soothing your cries with his words and soft touches.
“i’ve gotcha, sweet girl.”
“was a good one, huh?”
“daddy ain’t gon’ let ya go. bath time’ll wait for now.”
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your knees ached on the hard wood — the warmth of the floorboards from the roaring fire making you flushed and clammy. your little pink briefs were doing very little to hide your arousal - your nipples poking out slightly from your pink, matching t-shirt bra. another thing that wasn't doing much to hide your arousal was the enthusiasm of which you were sucking joel's cock with.
your head bobbed up and down frantically, taking as much of him in as you could — his tip of his eight inches hitting the back of your throat every once in a while - creating more saliva to coat Joel's cock and balls with. your tongue slid up and down as you moved your head - memorising every vein. your eyes were streaming as you looked up at him, fat tears spilling down your cheeks and dripping onto joels thighs.
as for him? he was having the time of his fucking life.
he was situated at the kitchen table, spread out on the chair and the scene in front of him was like something from a fucking porno. watching his baby pup being so eager to please. the way you whined and whimpered around his cock like the cutest little puppy — delicate little hands massaging his balls just how he liked. his grunts had turned into full on moans and groans of pleasure, what was the point in even hiding it?
"fuckin' little bitch in heat, ain't that right?" he growled, bringing his hand down from your cheek and up to grip your hair in a loose pony tail, tugging gently. "just fuckin' lovin' this — gettin' all messy f'your daddy."
you hummed enthusiastically around him, pulling of with a dramatic gasp - greedily sucking in all the air you could get. your lips were red and swollen - chin and lips dripping with your pearly saliva. you used two hands to stroke his girthy cock, looking up at him with blown pupils. "love it, da-daddy." you hiccuped.
joel let go of your hair, his hand heavy on the top of your head now. he stroked gently and used his other hand to hold his cock in his fist, forcing yours away. he tapped his tip against your cheek, forcing a little giggle from you.
"ya love it, huh?" he asked. you nodded.
"well, then i wonder if you'd love doin' somethin' different f'daddy then." he asked rhetorically. your face perked up at that — furrowing your brows in confusion. you would probably put your head in the oven for joel if he asked you to, so whatever he was asking of you — you knew it would likely end up in you doing it.
"id.. i'd do anything for you, daddy." you whispered softly, looking up at him like the cutest little pup, all doey eyes and drooling face. you rutted you hips a little against the floor showing him your eagerness to please him.
"yeah.. yeah i know ya would sugar. s'why i love ya s'much." he cooed, petting your head softly. you rested you cheek ontop of joels knee, waiting patiently for him to elaborate.
"want ya to eat my ass baby girl," he croaked, and you could have swore there was a hint of embarrassment laced in his voice but he did well at hiding it from his expression. you froze a little for a second. you'd never really thought about doing something like that to joel - he'd done it to you, sure. but you just never really thought he'd want something like that, although you had heard that ass play typically felt better for men than it did for women.
joel obviously picked up on your thinking. "ya don't gotta do it f'ya - ya know what? forget it, was a stupid idea anyw-"
"no! no, i want to daddy." you interrupted. you did find the whole thought of having your face between daddy's ass cheeks pretty arousing now that you'd thought of it, and after all, daddy always did things to make you feel good, right?
joel smiled at that, ticking under your chin. "yeah? ya sure you want to, pup?"
"uh huh. wanna make you feel good, joe-daddy." you corrected. you stroked his thigh a little, biting your lip up at him. "that's my good girl."
you used one hand to spread his ass while using the other to stroke his cock - base to tip. your face smushed between his cheeks, tongue eagerly licking and suckling on his taut ring. joel was a groaning mess above you, still sitting the chair. you'd figured he'd find it a little too submissive to lay on his tummy so you respected his wishes.
"hey - fuck — jesus, slow down, girl." he grunted, grounding you with a heavy hand on your head. you pulled back panting. "what..? did i do it wrong — i'm sorry daddy i just-"
"hey now," he interrupted gently but breathless.
"ain't that, pup. just gotta take it slow s'all. tongue out, nice 'n flat f"me."
you did as he asked, trained girl. you let you tongue drop from the confines of your mouth, a dribble of saliva dropping down from it. "s'my girl," he remarked. "use that tongue up 'n down. don't be
"fraid to get m'cock too, honey."
god the way he talked drove you insane. as if you weren't sopping underneath your panties already. you nodded, wide brown eyes looking up at him. you took your attention back down to his asshole - keeping your tongue flat like he'd asked. you'd presumed he'd had this done to himself before considered he already knew what he liked. you gave his pucker a long, wet lick before trailing your tongue up to his balls, lingering there for a couple seconds. you licked both of them, giving a little suck that made him moan from the sensation. then you made your way up to his cock, licking all the way up his base to his tip.
you spat directly onto his dick head, letting his already slick length get wetter. you watched your saliva dribble down, your mouth watering at the mere sight. you went straight for his tip, sucking it enthusiastically, tongue sliding around it, making sure to get that sensitive part on the underside of his penis. "fuuuuckk, kid."
you pulled off his tip, your lips a mess of spit. you took the opportunity to blow saliva bubbles on his head, the vibrations making joel almost whimper. "ah- fuck. dirty pup, huh? makin' a big mess on her daddy's cock." you let out a whine at that, nodding as you watched the little bubbles pop.
"love eating your ass, daddy." you commented, looking up with the kind of look that just made him want to eat you up. he geared up to speak but was quickly shut up by your tongue sliding back down, past his balls, lingering a little at his perineum.
when you finally made it to his hole, your hand travelled to his cock, tugging on it roughly — the movements being easy to perform from how fucking messy his cock was. you hummed softly as you licked his ring and then pointed your tongue, flicking it at asshole urgently. that seemed to be what drove him over the edge.
"Oh, yeah — ohhh yeah, fuckin' bitch. ohhh, fu-ck.""Oh, yeah — ohhh yeah, fuckin' bitch. ohhh, fu-ck." his voice became a little whiny, the tone was nothing like you'd ever heard from joel before. you took as a sign to keep going. you felt his cock start to throb and twitch a little as you stroked. "are you gonna cum, daddy?"
joel's head dropped back, hanging over the back of the kitchen chair. a string of "ah, ahhh ah ah." noises came from his mouth and at that, you knew he must have been close to cumming. "fuck yeah, i'm gonna cum. gonna cum all over that fuckin' face and you're gonna keep eatin' my ass while i do." his hand slapped your cheek. "y'hear me, pup?"
you nodded gently, tears welling up in your eyes. you brought your free hand up and spat on your ring finger, slowly starting to push it inside his asshole. joel opened up pretty easily for you — another thing that made you think it wasn't his first time doing something like this. you could have sworn his eyes rolled back from the action. once your finger was situated perfectly inside his ass, you started curling it, trying to mimic what joel would do when he fingered your pussy.
you'd assumed that whatever you were doing was right based on joels feral growls so you kept it up, increasing your speed on his cock. you brought your mouth to lick on his perineum, flattened your tongue like joel had since taught you.
"oh! fuck - shit, baby. gonna cum.. gonna cum on that pretty little face o'yours. gonna paint ya u- uh — !"
and just like that, his cock spurted out hot, white, creamy ropes of cum across your face - painting your cheeks and forehead. you tore your tongue away from his pernieum to try and catch some of his seed in your mouth.
joel's chest heaved as he spurted the last of his cream onto your face, eyes squeezed up and brows furrowed.
you'd never - never felt any power around joel. never felt strong or capable - just a cock dumb little pup who was created to serve him, and you liked it that way. but right now? even if he was degrading you physically, you still felt on top of the world. like you were made to take over him like this.
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Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, big age gap (reader’s in her early 20s, Joel’s in his late 40s), soft!Joel, praise, f!oral, mention of piv, Professor kink, power imbalance.
Word count: 700 words
A/n: I saw those new pics and got horny/inspired. Not beta-ed. Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
MASTERLIST || Good Girl
You’re talking to your aunt at your mom’s birthday party when you feel his eyes on you. Trying to be discreet, you throw a glance at the sofa and your heart skips a beat when you meet his gaze. The voices around get muffled as if you’re under water, the people around you disappear, and you see only him - Professor Miller, your mom’s friend, your tutor, your Joel, a man you’ve been sleeping with for a month now. Hot, unforgettable, perfect month.
There’s a deep crease between his furrowed brows, but you recognize a playful tingle in his eyes, when he pats the spot on the sofa next to him. Not waiting for your aunt to finish her sentence, you walk to Professor Miller, give him a polite nod and take a seat, not too close, but enough to hear his low velvet voice,
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.”
A little smile tugs at your lips as you’re staring down at your hands on your lap rather than at him. The secrecy of your relationship makes your heart pound in your ears and your pussy tingle.
“Thank you. You, too,” you whisper barely audible. “Have you done the homework I gave you?” Joel asks a little louder, his question being appropriate for the other guests to eavesdrop.
“Almost finished that book,” you nod, glancing at him for the first time since you sat down. This feels like a mistake right away - his broad torso straining the white shirt, his kissable lips, his dark eyes focused on you behind his glasses — everything about him immediately turns you into a puddle. He’s too hot to handle, especially in a room full of people, with your parents only a couple feet away from you two.
Trying to calm down you take a deep breath, but his next question shatters your restraint into tiny pieces.
“What about the other task?”
You turn your face to him in confusion.
“What task?”
A corner of his lips rises up as he lowers his voice so only you could hear and whispers,
“Not to play with your little pussy thinking of me until our next lesson.”
Your breath hitches and a hot flash licks at your core. You’re blinking at him speechless while the flames of arousal are burning you alive. Your pussy aches so much for him, you’re probably failing to hide the need in your expression, and Joel curses under his breath and mutters,
“Go to your room, baby. Give me five minutes.”
You’ve never done it. Never fucked Joel in your bedroom. His place is much more suitable for your clandestine affair. Definitely more suitable than your house today, full of your relatives and family friends.
Yet nothing can stop you two. The desire is too strong to contain, too overwhelming to ignore. That’s why Professor Miller’s eating you out right now, kneeling by your bed, holding your thighs apart with his big hands. He’s showering you with praise between fucking your hole with his tongue and lapping at your folds, slurping loudly.
“delicious— give it to me— sweetest pussy—oh, baby…”
Your back arches when he sucks your clit between his lips, and you come so hard, you have to bite on your hand to stop a cry from flying out of your mouth.
“Yeah, like that, my good girl,” Joel pants, gently kissing your pussy and caressing your trembling thighs with his palms.
When your body relaxes, you lie on the bed completely spent, until Joel carefully takes you in his arms and puts you on his lap. You flutter your eyes open and look into his handsome, kind face.
“Here she is,” he smiles, his voice laced with honey. “You ok, sweetheart?”
“Yeah, it was amazing, Joel. Just a little tired. And anxious.”
“Anxious? Why?” he asks, running his fingers over your arm, and you rest your head on his broad shoulder, hiding the worry in your eyes.
“What if someone finds out? About us.”
Joel sighs and hugs you, enveloping you in his tight embrace, calming your nerves with the warmth of his body.
“Well,.. I’m ready to fight for you, my love. Until then…,” he chuckles softly, “— I think our cover is solid. As far as your mother’s concerned you’re getting some extra exercises from me right now.”
“I’m about to,” you giggle against his neck, and elated by his reassurance, start unbuckling his belt with impatient hands. You’ve been ignoring this big hard cock under your ass for way too long.
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Joel Miller x f!reader | Frankie Morales x f!reader
Summary: you have a hot boyfriend and a hot ex who’s still obsessed with you. Why not get the best of both worlds?
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, darkish!reader, toxic!reader, boyfriend!Joel, ex who desperately wants you back!Frankie, soft!Frankie, infidelity (reader’s), praise kink, size kink, unprotected piv, creampie, handjob, m!oral, pussy eating, cum eating, f!masturbation, stalking (reader loves it), voyeurism, exhibitionism, swearing, dirty talk, pet names princesa-princess, mi amor- my love. Reader wears a dress. Pics are for the mood only, reader has no specific physical descriptions.
A/n: I have no excuse for this one. I don’t know why I look at our baby Frankie and want to do all this. I’m not sorry though, it’s hot to me and also fictional😉 the title’s inspired by the song “I’m goin’ down” by Mary J. Blige and Frankie’s special talent😏 Happy Frankie Friday, my loves!💖
Written for @burntheedges ‘s roll-a-trope challenge - my trope was Exes. Thank you for the fun event, Kate❤️ Kisses to wonderful @milla-frenchy for beta-ing this filth😘 dividers by @saradika-graphics
Prequel - OBSESSED || Frankie Morales ML || MASTERLIST
You are looking out of the window at the night street, illuminated by a few golden lights, when you feel Joel’s heavy hands on your hips and then his lips plant a kiss on your neck from behind.
“Let’s go to bed,” he mumbles, his gruff voice coated with lust.
“No, fuck me right here.”
He smiles against your neck.
“Really? Want the neighbors to see us, dirty girl?”
“Yeah. Neighbors,” you smirk, not tearing your eyes from the car parked outside your apartment building. Your ex’s Pickup.
Joel pierces you with his big stiff cock and before you start moaning like a whore, you open the window a little so you two can not only be visible, but also perfectly heard from the street. Cool autumn air hits your heated face and your nipples get hard under your thin dress.
"Oh yeah, Joel! Harder!" you cry out, reveling in the way he's dragging his huge manhood in and out your channel. You're taking it like a good girl-always wet and tight for your boyfriend's cock.
Your fingers swiftly pull down your neckline, exposing your bouncing tits to whoever might look through your window. And you're sure that someone is looking.
Not knowing about your sick game, Joel is grunting loudly, thrusting deep and hard into you, your back flush with his broad chest. He’s rubbing his stubble against your neck, then your cheek until you turn your face to him and your lips lock in a sloppy and passionate kiss, while he’s holding you close, drawing pleasure from your tight pussy.
Joel’s hand snakes under your dress and having found your naked cunt, begins swirling your clit between two thick fingers. You part from his mouth, whimpering loudly.
“Yeah, baby! Let ‘em hear what a slut you are for me. Getting fucked in front of the whole neighborhood.”
His words push you over the edge and you come on his cock, crying out from pleasure. You don’t fake it. There is no need. He is that good.
Joel follows you soon and shoots his thick warm cum into your pulsating core. When he stills and pulls out, you hastily fix your dress and grab your dog’s leash.
“I’ll walk Tom.” You kiss Joel with tongue and leave the apartment, leaking your boyfriend’s load with every move.
When you step out into the night, you walk along the street a few meters and tie your dog to a street pole. On your legs, trembling from the hard orgasm, you saunter to your ex’s truck.
The passenger door is already open for you when you reach it and you get in, feeling cold air lap at your pussy, coated in Joel’s cum.
A pair of beautiful kicked puppy eyes greet you there and you turn slightly in your seat to see your ex better in the dark car.
Frankie’s wearing a denim shirt, dark blue jeans and his favorite baseball cap that you always hated for hiding his gorgeous curls. He looks the same as the day you left him. Maybe the bags under his eyes are darker but it could be the poor lighting at fault.
“What are you doing here, Frankie?” Your voice is soft and calm, with a pinch of sadness thrown in for his sake.
The man nervously fixes his cap and glances at you from the side, like a guilty dog. He clears his throat and lies,
“ ‘m checking on you.”
His velvety voice caresses your ear, it’s soft like everything about his character. He starts chewing on his lip while his eyes are staring into the darkness ahead of him.
“No, you’re stalking me, baby. I see your Pickup everywhere I go. Near my work last week. I spotted you at the bar today. And now you’re here… spying on me through the window.”
He proves that he watched your little show when he spreads his thighs wider and bucks his hips, unwillingly attracting your attention to his big bulge. You both are quiet for a few moments.
“I miss you,” he finally admits, turning to you. His eyes are sad and sappy and you should feel sorry, bad or at least sympathetic but the overwhelming feeling in your heart is a triumph. He’s not over you. You’re the best he’s ever had and he desperately wants you back.
You’ve been feeling elated lately when you noticed Frankie stalking you. It’s been fun playing with him and you don’t plan on stopping. You pull your brows together and coo,
“I understand, baby, but you can’t keep coming here. Joel’s a jealous type. I don’t want any problems.”
While you’re talking, Frankie’s nodding along, eyes downcast. You place your hand on his shoulder and give it a comforting squeeze. His own big paw flies to yours and after bringing it to his mouth, he presses his lips to your palm. Your heart flutters at his need for you and your pussy tingles when you remember the way his plush lips were leaving kisses all over your body weeks ago.
“Baby,” you breathe out and he looks at you, not letting go of your hand. You see tears in his eyes, not enough to spill but enough to fuel up your ego. His eyes are so pretty like that, wet lashes and glossy chocolatey irises.
“Aww, Frankie,” you coo and open your arms to him. He rushes to you as if you’re his lifeline, wrapping his big strong arms around your torso and burying his face in the crook of your neck.
You’re hugging him back, trying not to suffocate in his steel embrace and rubbing his muscular broad back. Frankie’s as big as Joel, both are much bigger than you, and warmth spreads deep in your core when his scent envelops you just like his body.
You smile when you notice him still wearing your favorite cologne.
Soon your body craves something more than just a hug so your lips part and a soft whimper escapes your mouth. You know well that your pretty noises always make him wild.
Your ex reacts immediately and you feel an open mouth kiss on your neck.
“Frankie.” Your tone is scolding yet fake and you sigh deeply, brushing his chest with your barely covered breasts. Your ex grumbles at the sensation and then whispers, his voice already strained with lust.
“I miss you so much.”
You hug him tighter and feel his hot breath on your cleavage when he leans lower to plant another kiss on your collarbone. His cap slides off his head and falls on the floor but he doesn’t care. Looking down at his beautiful dark curls you run your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp with your nails and Frankie almost roars against your chest. His arms pull you closer to him, even though your torso is already flush with his. He slightly lifts you off the seat and you tug at his hair in warning, steel in your tone.
“Put me down, Frankie.”
He listens to you like he always does but your roughness earns another loud groan from him. You smile, imagining how hard his cock must be now.
Frankie leaves soft kisses on your clothed chest, your belly and soon his head is resting on your lap, while his arms are wrapped around your hips as if he’s scared you’ll float away.
You’re stroking his head, marveling at the silky waves of his hair, shining even in the dim light, and slightly tilt your hips up when his prominent nose pokes your mound through the thin fabric of your dress. As if thinking about the same thing, Frankie breathes in full lungs of your arousal and a guttural moan vibrates against your covered pussy.
“I miss her, mi amor,” you barely hear him mumble and you sigh. Recently satiated by Joels’s pounding, your core gets reignited with sticky desire and you bite your lip, your dark gaze sliding over his sexy shoulders and his head, with his face hidden. You part your legs just slightly, letting him closer to your needy pussy.
Like a dog sniffing out his favorite treat, Frankie’s nuzzling your lap, and his lips and nose are brushing against your thighs, your lower belly, your cunt through the fabric.
You gasp when his fingers dig into your soft hips a bit too hard and he hastily relaxes his grip and looks up at you.
“Sorry, princesa.” His blown out eyes are filled with guilt and want and you give him a smile, cupping his scruffy cheek.
“It’s ok, baby, just be careful with me, ‘k? No marks.”
“Yes, yes, of course, mi amor,” he murmurs, returning his head back onto your lap.
After a couple of minutes in his arms, the fire in your core morphs into an ache and you squirm under him with impatience.
“I should go, Frankie. Joel’s gonna worry.”
“No, please,” he almost whines, hugging you tighter. “I—,” he stumbles.
“Yes, baby?”
“Can I —? Can I see her?”
He’s staring up at you and you tilt your head to the side, faking confusion.
“Who?”
He knows that you understand but you need him to say it. So he plays by your rules. Like he always does.
“Can I see your beautiful pussy?” He sits up, facing you, his huge body squeezed in between the wheel and his seat. His bulge looks even more prominent now and you gush at the thought that he must be leaking into his boxers.
“Oh, Frankie, baby, you know I have a boyfriend. I can’t.”
His pleading eyes are fixed on you as he begs,
“Please, mi amor, just a look. I miss her so much. I miss you. Please.”
With another fake sigh you glance out of the window to check the surroundings, and after finding the street empty, you turn back to him.
“Ok, just for a second. Get in the back.”
“Thank you, mi amor,” he mumbles, hurrying out of the truck.
You squeeze between the front seats and sit down, turning to Frankie as he joins you at the back of the car. Your ex impatiently grabs the hem of your dress but you stop him.
“No one should know about this, understand?”
Frankie nods eagerly, mumbling yes’s like a junkie before getting a hit of his drug and you let him lift your dress and expose your naked pussy.
Your hands clutch the dress against your waist, and your legs are pressed together but it’s evident how wet you’re - your folds shine with Joel’s cum and your slick arousal.
Frankie’s breath hitches and his broad chest expands, straining his shirt.
“Beautiful,” he praises as his hand flies to the apex of your thighs.
“Nah-ah”, you grab his big paw midair and place it on top of your thigh.
“No touching. You wanted to look, right?”
“Yeah,” Frankie halfheartedly agrees, furrowed brows showing his discontent. “Then at least open your legs, princesa. Need to see her better.”
You try to contain your excitement as you tut at your ex,
“You’re so naughty, baby.”
You slowly part your thighs wide enough for your pussy to bloom in front of his hungry eyes.
Frankie’s mouth goes slack and his gaze clouds up when he sees your glistening pussy lips, puffy clit and your inviting hole. You shift a little on the seat, leaving wetness on the leather, and when you clench your walls in anticipation, you both see a little bit of pearly white liquid slide out of your entrance.
“Is this…?” Frankie mumbles, not tearing his eyes off your recently used cunt.
“Yeah. I know you’ve been watching Joel fuck me so don’t pretend that you’re surprised. My pussy’s full of his cum,” you say with defiance and wait for his reaction.
Frankie’s softly growls and his hand on your thigh contracts into a fist.
“Shhh, big boy,” you purr, bringing your fingers to your pussy. You gather some of Joel’s seed, leaking from your hole, and spread the creamy juices over your hardened clit. You rub yourself a few times and when a soft moan escapes your lips, Frankie echoes you.
“Feels so good,” you admit and begin pleasuring yourself in front of your ex.
“Jesus— fuck,” Frankie mumbles. His eyes are obsidian, forehead glistening with sweat with a few wet curls stuck to it. With his gaze tormented and pained, he reaches down to his belt.
“What are you doing, baby?” you ask, pausing your ministrations.
Frankie freezes and replies, stumbling over his words,
“I need — need to take my dick out. It hurts.”
“Ok, Frankie.” He hastily unzips his jeans when you add, “But don’t touch it.”
Frankie groans but then sighs with relief when he pulls the waistband of his boxers down, tucks it under his balls and his cock springs free. It hits his shirt and leaves a dark wet spot.
His member is throbbing, the dark pink tip, glossy and fat, is oozing his clear need for you and you lick your lips, enticing the man even more.
Frankie follows your orders and lets his cock bob and drip pre-fuck juice all over his balls and jeans while you moan again, tracing your sopping hole.
Your ex rubs his cheek, focused on the place he desperately wants to claim with his tongue and cock and croaks after wetting his plush lips,
“Let me kiss her, mi amor.”
Bingo.
That’s what you wanted as soon as you saw him at the bar today. If you cared to admit maybe you already dreamed about it when you noticed him stalking you last week. But what’s a prize without a game? Now it feels extra special.
With a little smile, you throw off your shoe and plant your bare foot on the seat, opening your thighs wider for him.
“You gonna taste another man’s cum on my pussy? just to kiss her?”
Frankie’s eyes snap up to yours and you see his defeat, his despair, his love in their depths.
He nods silently.
“Aww, you’re so sweet,” you coo. “Ok, baby, go ahead.”
With a grunt Frankie bends down, slowly adjusting his position between your legs so it’s comfortable for you, and when his soft warm lips kiss your cold cunt, you flutter your eyes shut with a pleased mewl.
Frankie’s always been the best at pussy eating. Joel often goes down on you but it’s different. He demands your ecstasy, claims your pussy with his mouth, makes you scream when his rough tongue impatiently rubs at your clit. His movements say ‘Give me’ while he’s eating you out.
But Frankie. He’s whispering “Take it”. Take your time, take your bliss, take my lips and tongue and use them, let yourself drown in pleasure. He laps at you softly and languidly, licking your pussy like it’s the most delicate flower, the most delicious fruit.
You grab your phone out of your pocket and text Joel that you met a friend by accident and need to catch up.
Frankie doesn’t see any of it, he’s gone, fully concentrated on pleasuring your soft cunt. His hands are gently holding your thighs apart, his face buried in your pussy.
“How’s she?” you whisper, raking your fingers through his silky curls and tugging on them slightly to get his attention when he doesn’t respond right away.
“I taste him on you,” Frankie grumbles, parting from your sex, “‘m gonna get it off you.”
He returns to work, making out with your folds and sucking the other man’s cum off your clit and you already feel yourself close to unraveling.
“Yes, like that, baby. My pussy misses you.”
You feel Frankie smile against your cunt before he begins stroking your clit with his tongue again and again until you cry out his name into your hand, while your hole clamps around nothing, walls contract and release another portion of Joel’s thick load.
Trembling from the orgasm that’s rippling through your body, you watch Frankie lap at your entrance, drinking the runaway seed and your slick, prolonging your shattering climax with this depraved act.
He doesn’t stop kissing your pussy until you get overstimulated and try to close your legs.
“Did so good for me, Frankie,” you murmur through heavy breaths.
“Thank you, mi amor,” your ex gruffs, sitting up, his face blushed, the gaze hazy and drunk on you.
He’s shivering from the arousal, his engorged cock generously leaking precum, and you take mercy on the man.
You scoot closer to him, wrap your hand around his hot cock and start slowly pumping it. It’s soaked with his juices so your palm slides easily over his hard length but to make him absolutely wild you gather some slick off your cunt and rub the underside of his cock where his tip meets the shaft with your wet thumb.
Frankie moans like a needy slut and in a second the first rope of cum shoots out of his slit.
You hastily lower your head, take the head between your lips and start drinking his load as he’s feeding it to you, jerking and thrusting his hips up, while your hand is gliding over his shaft.
You swallow everything to the last drop and lick it all over, cleaning his cock and earning a jerk of overstimulation from your ex. Then you sit up, wiping your mouth curled into a satisfied smile.
“Fuck, princesa, I love you,” Frankie breathes out falling onto the backrest, his cock softening but still standing at attention. You smile at his confession and your hunger finally seems satisfied.
You begin fixing your clothes and he watches you for a few seconds before tucking his cock into his jeans and then shifting closer to you. He gets into your space and you feel his warm hand pressed to your lower back. His huge frame is looming over you and you look up into his chocolaty eyes. They seem sad again.
“I want you back, mi amor—I... I need you.”
You sigh deeply and shake your head, taking his big hand in yours.
“You know it’s over, Frankie. I’m sorry, but I’m with Joel now.”
“Why? Why can’t you be with me? Why is he better?” He asks, furrowing his brows and leaning even closer to you.
“Baby,” you whine, averting your gaze from his puppy eyes and tracing hearts on his hand. “We talked about it. He’s …he’s like whiskey, he’s rough and heady and… you’re like hot chocolate, Frankie. You’re sweet but you’re too saccharine for me.”
“I can get rough with you, princesa.”
You giggle and shake your head.
“It’s not who you are, baby. And it’s ok. Someone will love you for it one day.”
You hear him sniff before he yanks his hand away from yours.
You know you should leave, break it off once and for all but the sick, mean, greedy side of your soul wants to pull him back as soon as you have pushed him away.
“Frankie,” you purr and grab his arm as he’s about to get out of the car. A slight touch from you is all it takes to stop him and he turns to you, his eyes glossy, his expression defeated.
You get closer to him and take his face between your hands. To kiss him goodbye. To poison him more.
He falls into the kiss head first, embracing you tightly, pressing his torso to yours so close it’s difficult to breathe.
You both moan against each other’s lips and you pull on his hair with passion and possessiveness. His tongue is licking into your mouth and you’re tasting yourself, sensing a faint trace of Joel’s cum. It’s so sick and twisted that another surge of arousal burns your core.
You make out for some time until you part from his lips.
“I should go, Frankie,” you whisper, snaking out of his embrace.
Frankie’s arms fall and he nods, looking lost and inebriated. You use this moment to hastily get out of his car.
“Bye, baby,” you chirp, smiling at him, but before you close the door he wakes up from the trance and calls for you.
“I won’t stop, mi amor,” he admits with determination in his shaky voice. “I’m gonna keep coming. I need you.”
“I know,” you say with a fake sigh and close the door.
You’re walking to get Tom, feeling Frankie’s eyes on your back, and trying to calm down, you bite your lip, but the excitement overwhelms you and soon a triumphant smile spreads across your face.
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prequel- OBSESSED || Frankie Morales ML || MASTERLIST
Warnings: Sub!Joel, Mommy kink, cowgirl/riding, orgasm denial, over stimulation, unprotected sex, cream pie, orgasm control, reader’s hand makes a pretty necklace for Joel, themes of free use, objectification, praising words for Joel (sweet boy, etc), bitty breeding kink at end
18+ ONLY
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You sat In a community table at the cafeteria, over hearing a group of other women chattering about the men they'd been eying up:
"You seen that Joel Miller around?"
"Oh, he's hot as hell. I dont care how old he is."
"So protective, and strong, and firm. Jesus just look at him those broad, muscled shoulders and back. Bet he's a wild night."
"Shhh!"
"Im serious! The lucky girls he's probably pleasing..."
'Did you you hear he's apparently great with a gun."
He could ram his big gun in me any day."
"Shut up Claire! Oh my god."
"I just know it. Bet he could make you ache for days. Half the men here wouldn't compare to a guy like Joel in bed. I just have my own fingers to keep me barely satisfied, dreaming about a hunk like that."
"What about you?"
You hear your own named piped up, apparently leaning too far in to their conversation and now finding yourself included.
"Oh." You glance at the clock behind them, realizing you had to get back to your house instead of listening to the lady gossip of the town. "Luckily I just have my own toy to come home to..." and you escuse yourself with a gentle smile.
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There was something beautiful about watching a strong, built, capable man like Joel Miller absolutely fall apart under you. The way his high pitched moans bounce within the confines of your bedroom, not one secret of his confessions ever leaving the safety of these four walls. His flush skin adorned in bright claw marks, almost a way of claiming him under those rugged clothes. His stomach tensing then releasing with each breathy pant, eyes rolling as he tries to hold on to the little control he has over his orgasms.
An unearthly sight. Just for you.
“Ah—ahh fuck!” He cries. Joel’s hips crash up against yours, shaking as he concentrates on starving off his orgasm.
You slow the rocking of your hips to gentle glides, your palm caressing the stubble of his cheek. “Shhhhhh, I know. I know. You’re bein’ so good tonight, baby.”
He nods with furrowed brows, eyes closed and head thrown back into the soft white pillow. His beautiful brown curls splayed out on the satin case like a god. “I’m—I’m bein’ so good,” he repeats, swallowing the lump in his throat as he feels himself regaining composure over the tight coil wound in his stomach.
“That’s right. That’s my good boy,” you praise.
You start a slow rhythm again, softly bouncing on his thick cock that’s been teetering on the edge for an hour now, buried snugly in your suffocating pussy.
“Good boy,” you coo again. “Mommy never leaves your aching cock neglected, huh? Let you live in my warm sopping pussy all day and night.”
“mmmm—yeah—yes Ma’am. Treatin’ me—s’good.”
You’ve trapped his body, your knees caging him between your legs. You can feel the tense quivers in his spread thighs, unable to do much as your ankles have wrapped back over the meat of them, pinning him below you. He can’t fuck up, can’t squirm. If he wanted to throw you off him, there’s no doubt the immense strength in him could. But he doesn’t.
His hands are on your waist reassuringly, only to remind himself that you’re still here, guiding him through it. He’s gotten so much better at not taking back control, relinquishing his mind, body, and soul to you.
You feel the steady twitch of him inside you, dragging so deliciously along your walls, taking full advantage of his girth pushing to the crest of your womb. “You’re the best cock I’ve ever cum on.”
“Hahhhh, oohhhhhgggghhhh, tha—oh f-fuck!—thank you—“ he can’t help the slight canter of his own pelvis rolling up into you, brushing his tip along your cervix. “Thank you, Mommy. I—You feel so good—I feel—feel amazing, sweetheart. J-Jesus fuck. Love—love your tight pussy—choking’ my cock. Usin’—usin’ me.”
“Yeah? You like being my fucktoy?” The hand on his face slow glides to his mouth, your thumb hooking on the side and tugging before letting it spring back to place. You then push your fingers around his thick throat, the other hand planting firmly on his plush chest to hold you up. You don’t crush his neck, only leave your touch there as a warning. You ass slams down harshly on his fat cock, making him hiss, encouraging the new rough fucking you’re giving him. The room fills with the obscene slapping of skin against skin as you ride him harder.
“Yeah—yeah! Ye—ah fuck—fuck yes!” He croaks, teeth gritting as he stares you down with hooded eyes. “I l-love bein’ your little fuck stick. Comin’ home n’ fuckin’ me, fuckmefuckmefuckme!—turning’ me into y-your personal dildo. FUckMommy, yeah!”
His tongue sticks out, smiling hazily as his neck arches, head thrown further back, pushing him into your touch. He looked so fucking pretty wrapped around your fingers.
He doesn’t realize his hands have grasped at your breasts, squeezing them in his big hands.
“Look at me,” you command, breathless yet still pulling your authoritative voice over him. His head snaps back, watching the way your body glistens on top of him with each bounce. Your hips were practically flush together, grinding down on him with precision. “Did I say you could touch my tits?”
He retracts his hands immediately, returning to their rightful place on your hips. “N-No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry Mommy, please.”
You tighten your grip around his throat. “You live— for my pleasure.”
He lets out a guttural groan from deep within his chest. “Yeah—yeah fu—oh fuck, shit—yes Mommy! squeezing’ me so tight, m’just for you, all yours, want you to feel so fuckin’ good, mmmm—” He’s nodding quickly, little wailing growls growing louder as you crash your pussy down on his weeping length over and over again. His lips are parted, fast short breaths being forced out as he feels his pleasure climbing.
“That’s right,” you pant, lost in the prickling feeling of your clit snagging against his pubic hair, smothering your throbbing nub.
“Nnffmmmm—I’m—I’m gonna cum, Mommy. Please, please tell me I can cum,” he whines.
You stop your hips entirely, ignoring the way his face curls into anguish and cries out pathetically. His body is shaking violently under you with the denial.
You laugh wickedly in his face. “No, nonono, sweet boy.” You let him continue to whimper and quiver below, his cock twitching between your folds. You lean down and grip his hair, kissing him with your tongue invading his lips like a serpent in a rabbits den. You suck his bottom lip before pressing your foreheads together, rolling into a slow, devastating grind that has him seizing in near pain under you.
“I still want more cock.”
Joel elicits a small whimper, reducing himself to nodding again. You cup around his cheek once more, a loving, natural tone slipping out of you. “Can you do that for me?”
“Y-yes. Yes.” He coughs obediently, voice strained beyond recognition.
You sit back up, both of your hands digging into his chest and start riding him more aggressively again. “Fuck me like you want to give me more cock.”
He gasps out a pained yelp. Joel’s beefy fingers clench your sides, nails pinching into your lower back. His knees bent, feet planted wide apart digging into the mattress to thrust up into you. He fucks you with vigor, ignoring his own pleasure too rapidly building inside him again in exchange to watch your tits bounce, hear your gorgeous voice flood the air with each powerful ram.
“Ugh—oh yeah, baby that’s it!” You cry, tilting your head up to the ceiling. “Fuck me, fuck me so good, baby!”
But his hips are rutting too high, too fast, breath coming out too shallow. “Oh—oh god, I’m gonna—Mommy fuck I can’t! I can’t stop, I’m gonna—!”
“Don’t you dare fucking cum, Joel,” you snap. Your pussy contracts around the width of his cock in a death grip, unable to stop the aggressive back and forth grind as you chase your orgasm.
He’s shaking his head, eyes squeezed shut as you start to cum around him.
“Oh f-fuCK I can’t—ICAN’T!—I’m—FUCKfuck!—“ His balls draw tight as he releases thick spurts of his seed, load after load filling your convulsing cunt as he forces out harsh pants through clenched teeth—“Mommy I’m sorry! I’m cumming! I can’t stop—I can’t stop fuckin’ cummin—ohjesus I’M CUMMING.” He’s absolutely pouring buckets, each throb of his cock inside you pushes more cum deep into your convulsing womb. The two of you are moaning together in high tune, though his even more desperate, slightly pained after being denied all night.
You settle before he does, eerily quiet atop him as his staggered breaths and fluttering chest calms. When the fog in his mind clears, his eyes fly open, shame washing over him at what he’d done.
“M-Mommy I—“
But you don’t listen, slowly driving back down with his spent cock sloshing in and out of your drenched cunt.
“Ah!” He yells, fingers tightening around your waist in a plea to stop the overstimulation. You yank his wrists off of you and pin them above his head. With each rock of your hips, you feel his stomach tensing and releasing, unsure of the overburdening sensation you’re forcing on his poor dick.
“mmmfffff—nnoo, Mommy, No more, please!”
You still ignore him, rutting your ass back down on his dick now that it’s fully erected again. His seed spills down the base of his cock, wet slaps overlapping with his pathetic pants.
“AURRgghhHH!! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He begs. “I’m—Mommy—fuck—fuck I can’t!”
“You can and you will.” You state plainly, pace continuing without falter.
His shaking digits desperately try to collide with the death grip around his wrists. “Please, please, how can I make it up to you??”
You smile inwardly. The desperation in his hoarse yet sweet voice, his shaking limps both squirming away and subconsciously thrusting back up in to your tight heat, more, less, more, he’s so unsure of the overstimulation wracking his bones. You liked this Joel. You want to keep this Joel.
Notes: this was supposed to be a 3 sentence "imagine this!" But i just kept... going.
Summary: Joel's determined to be the father you need and the husband your mom deserves. That all comes crashing down when he accidentally misunderstands your intentions.
Warnings: unprotected sex, stepdad!Joel, switch!Joel, pathetic step dad, voyeurism, panting sniffing and stealing, f and m masturbation, manipulation/black mail, dub con, Daddy kink, riding, sub!joel, rimming, humiliation kink, cum play, cheating
18+ ONLY
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Genuinely nice, kind, wanting to do the right thing Step!Dad Joel trying to be a good man to your mom and fit in with you. Despite your aversion to him, he knows you're an adult now and you probably aren't on board with the whole "new dad" thing so late in the game. Still, he gives you your space but also actively inserts himself into your family, trying to get your stubborn self to open up to him and accept him.
His assumptions are wrong, when he crosses passed your cracked bedroom door one night and hears you moaning "Daddy!" While rubbing your clit. He gasps and covers his mouth, unable to draw away from the sight of your slick pussy glistening in the moon light from the window.
He should turn away right now, burn the vision and memory from his brain, but your sweet soft whimper of "Daddy please..." followed by a high pitched groan, and the schlickslick sounds of your finger working through your folds has him planted in place, mesmerized.
"Daddy's here," he hums under his breath barely over a whisper, not removing his tranfixed gaze from your naked wreathing body in bed as he fishes out his leaking cock and begins to pump it with his fist. He would have genuinely never guessed, never picked up on how needy you had been all this time for him. Too busy denying yourself and pushing him away when you really needed him shoving his cock right into your aching little cunt.
He's practically salivating. Each time you let out a "Daddy m'gonna cum, wanna cum on your cock!" He can feel his length pulse wildly in his palm.
"Cum for Daddy!" he rasps, jaw dropping in a silent please as he bursts over the lower panel of your door. At the same time you arch your back, tits piercing the air while your orgasm tears through you.
He steadies his breathing as low as possible, still not sure if he's dreaming. His vision regains focus on you just as you bring your sticky fingers to your lips and suck them clean of your juices with a satisfied hum.
Joel chokes, accidentally stumbling against the door.
You sit up only to hear a frantic rush of footsteps disappearing down the hall and a door slamming at the end.
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After that, Joel avoids you like the plague but stalks you from a distance. He's too nervous to act on both your desires. He had set out on this family to be a good husband, a good father! Your dad was shit so of course you'd been neglected that vital role in your life.
He just can't help but get hard every time he thinks about you.
Whenever you go out with friends for the night, he sneaks into your room and slips into your bed. The aroma of your shampoo and body wash, sweat and skin rubbing along these same sheets fills his senses. Joel palms over his bulge, buring his nose into your pillow with a pathetic sigh. It smelled like sex, like you'd been rubbing your slick pussy all over your bed, marking it, making it evident of your possession like a nest.
He finds a pair of used panties sitting on the floor beside the bed, pressing the damp crotch of it firmly into his nose. He already has a thick hand wrapped around his girth as he tongues and sniffs your used undies, rolling his hips into his hand. God, he wants you. And he knows you need him. Should he be the big man, step up as any father would and take care of your needs? Is that what you were waiting for? Waiting all this time for Daddy to ruin your sweet tight hot little cunt and fill you to the brim with his seed--
Hes about to cum when your door swings open. Yhe blood from his body drains into his cock as you stand, catching him red handed, literally, with your crimson panties wrapped around his fist and bare dick in your bed jerking off to the thought of you.
"What the FUCK, joel??" You screech, slamming your door closed behind you, trapping him in here with his confessions laid out for you to direct.
"I c-c-I uh--"
Vowels tumble from his mouth but nothing coherent comes out. He should put his cock away, but he just catches the way your eyes glance down every half second, ans it only makes him swell with righteousness even more.
He breathes in, smirking, knowing he has the upper hand here. "Heard ya crying for your Daddy few nights back. Wanted to give ya what you--"
"Just because I have a "daddy" kink doesn't mean i was crying for you, you perverted fuck!" You shout.
Joel's shit eating grin disappears into horror. "You--you didnt--"
He wants to crawl into the wall, but even worse than the situation he's caged himself in, you start walking closer. "IS that what you thought? That i was rubbing my pussy to the thought of you??" You cackle. "That's fucking disgusting. I call my BOYFRIEND 'daddy.' Only a sick, perverted old fuck like you would think I'd be wanting my step dad of all people!"
Daggers piece his insides at each word. You stalk towards him even more, ans he's practically crawling up the bedframe in fear and embarrassment. It doesn't help that his cock is fucking leaking all over your pillow, bobbing painfully with the reddened tip thrombin another glob of precum from his hole.
"I-"
"Is that what you are, Joel? A perverted, sick fuck who thinks about fucking his step daughter?"
"Please--please i--I'm so sorry -- I didnt... I misunderstood..."
"Misunderstood?" You've finally cornered him, knee pressed to the matress and leaning over so he has no where to look but you. "Did you plan to use that as your excuse when I tell my mom I found you jerking off in my bed with my underwear wrapped around your face?"
"Please--please don't tell her..." he could die. Die right now that he's one centimeter from fucking this whole family to hell, the family he had wanted to make right for so long-andwhyishisdickstillsohard??
"I'll do anything," he whimpers. "I'll make it up to you."
He hopes you're gonna bleed his wallet dry, or get him to do your dishes, or buy you a apartment, but instead, your eyes drop down to his spread legs, biting your lower lip with a sickening hum.
You don't say anything as you shove him, his back flat bouncing onto the bed. You straddle his waist, his face bound in surprise. Joel stutters a whine but snaps his throat shut as his cock brushes along your ass, your very naked, bare ass underneath that sorry excuse for a skirt.
"I wanna see just how desperate you are to get inside your stepdaughter," you hiss, your hand snaking behind the two of you and gripping his length.
His face is pale, shocked and aroused and confused all at once, but he doesn't protest at all when you rub his tip through your soaking folds. He tilts his chin down to watch the scene between your legs unfold, unsure what kind of punishment miracle this must be.
"Daddy," you whine.
His head snaps back to your face like a dog ready for a treat.
You laugh. "That's what you wanted to hear, wasn't it? Me crying for my daddy when he's about to push his big--fat--cock inside my little pussy?"
You both let out a moan, wide eyed and open mouthed as you sink fully onto his length.
"Ohhh, dadddyyyy," you tease, experimentally rolling your hips. Joel's hand slap to your hips, instinctually holding you up as you begin to ride him. Whether you were making fun of him or actually enjoying yourself, he didnt care. All he cared about was the warm, wet suction of your heat sucking him back in each time you grinned your hips down on him.
"Do you like this, Daddy?" You moan, looking down on him.
He grits his teeth, beautiful brown eyes making contact and nodding. He has no words.
You giggle. "Me too, Daddy. Your cock is so big, stretches me so fucking good. Never had cock like this," you gasp, one hand planted on his collar as you set off a quicker pace, humping him with delicious rhythm.
He has already edged himself before you had come in. You could tell he was close, his thrusts meeting your every roll of your hips.
"Do you wanna cum? You wanna cum inside me Daddy?"
He nods fervently.
"Tell me."
"I wanna cum--wanna cum inside, inside your sweet pussy baby fuck, please let me, let me cum, let daddy cum inside you!"
"You can cum inside--but only if you do everything I tell you." You expertly swivel your hips so that his impending orgasm is subsided, making him growl. He has no other option but to focus on your words as if it were law. "If I want you to eat my pussy at the dinner table, you do it. If I tell you to finger me when Mom is talking, you do it. And if I tell you I want you to myself all night...?"
"Im here," he moans obediently. His blunt nails dig into your belly as he bucks harder into you, agreeing to everything you say just so he can burst.
You smile. "Cum inside me Daddy!"
He obeys, shouting as his hips still high in the air and thick ropes of his spent cover your walls. You laugh at him, laugh and moan and laugh ans gasp and laugh, and he can't get enough of it. He's never cum so hard in his fucking life, filling you to the brim until it's leaking down his shaft in a creamy mix of yours and his fluids.
Of course, you knew he wanted you. You did think about him every night since he shook your head eith "Hi, Im Joel," like the upstanding citizen he was. You knew he was a perverted mess. And ever since you found that sticky surprise plastered on your door, it only confirmed it. Joel Miller was a needy man, and you were a needy woman. He was meant to be here, and you weren't about to fight destiny.
Collapsing against his sweaty chest, your lips connect with his in a messy link of wet kisses and breathless moans as Joel comes down from his high. You can see it in his hazy eyes: He'd do anything for you right now. Jump off a cliff, eat poison, stab your mom--
"And if I tell you to get on your knees and spread your ass...?" You hum casually into his mouth before sucking his tongue.
He stops, eyes fluttering open slightly with crinkles in his forehead. You know he heard you. You raise your brow, waiting for his move.
Joel glances down at your plump, wet and swollen lips once more before rolling over and planting his knees into the bed, bending forward so his face hovered over the pillows.
Your legs clench together in excitement as you position yourself behind him. He hesitates for a moment before bringing his fingers around his sides and spreading his cheeks before you, his hole exposed to your devilish gaze.
He can't see behind him, but the sound of your squelching pussy as you finger yourself to his ass makes him whimpers into the pillow.
You pull a glob of Joels and yours cum from deep inside and spread it along his asshole. He flinches, not being used to -- well, fuck, ANYONE touching him there in his whole life. He's touched his hole before, out of curiousty more than anything, but thats the extend Joel Miller has ever gone.
Not that you are paying any mind to his apprehensions, as your thumb messily circles the tight edges of his entrance like a finger painting.
It's warm and sticky as you smear his cum over the rim, dribbling in excess down his crack to his balls and hanging cock. He can feel pulses of excitement and anxiety twitching, undoubtedly for you to make fun of him more.
What the hell would a pretty girl like you want with his old hairy aashole?
"You have such a pretty hole, Daddy," you hum against his cheek, nipping it softly with your teeth. He feels your lips glide over the swell before the warm heat of your breath tickles his opening, and your lips settle with a gentle, innocent kiss. He let's out a low sigh, closing his eyes while you make out with his ass.
His step daughter is making out with his ass hole right now, and he's getting hard as a rock.
Your tongue prods his rim, making him stutter, pushing back slightly against you again. You giggle, obliging and wiggling the tip around his puckered entrance enclosing your lips again to suck and kiss before repeating. One of your hands starts tugging on his cock, squeezing along the base before yanking up and down like you're trying to milk him.
Joel's head fully sinks into the pillow, his tongue lolling out as he let's out happy groans. His eyes roll back every time you straighten your tongue a little harder. Trying to work its way inside, wiggling and kissing him softly.
Joel thinks to hell with upstanding dad, upstanding husband routine he had envisioned when he first laid eyes on you and your mom. He can feel his irises morphing into literal hearts as you continue to lap at at his ass, never having fallen in love and fallen to his knees for a woman so quickly in his goddamb life.
Summary: based off this lovely ask for sub Joel wanting to breastfeed and get jerked off, and hella Mommy kink!
Warnings: Sub!Joel, Mommy kink, breastfeeding, lactation, praise, love biting, assisted m masturbation, male orgasm, cum eating, little belly stuffing because this bitch just loves his Mommy's milk sm
18 + ONLY
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The first time Joel watched you breastfeed your newborn baby had him feeling all kinds of—different inside. You weren’t totally aware of it at first, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Every time you got up to go feed the little one, he was always within the same room, or meandering in the hall pretending to carry the laundry, or just finding an excuse to sit across from you and watch.
He thought it was just an awe—here’s the woman of his dreams who just single handedly grew a whole human being in her belly, then pushed it out all by herself after 13 hours of labor, and now is nurturing his child from her own body. You were like a miracle who just kept giving.
His cock getting hard was just the excitement of how amazing women were. That’s it.
But you had started to notice other things that were strange in his behavior. One time you had gotten up at 3am to feed the baby, Joel still asleep by your side. When you had finished and crawled back in to bed, reaching out for the warm security of his body, he wasn’t there. You groggily waddled down to the kitchen to find your husband chugging a gallon of whole milk like a fish out of water. His eyes fell upon you, the way you yawned, dressed in a dissheveled night gown and asked if he’s ok, unaware that you were rubbing your sore breasts in your palm. He wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve, predatory eyes wide as he stares at your chest, ready to pounce on you like a wolf.
You knew pretty well right then what his little “problem” was.
From then on, you intentionally were seeking him out in tighter shirts so he could see your bouncing swollen breasts more clearly, leaning over in front of him more often, or just straight up asking if he could give you a tits massage. Complaining about how “sore” they felt, or not wanting your milk to go to waste since the baby couldn’t drink it all even after having an entire freezer full.
You feint a sigh. “Maybe I should donate it…”
“NO!” He shouts a little louder than he intended. “I mean… uh.” He coughs, unable to think of a reasonable excuse.
“Yeah? Who else is going to drink it, Joel?” You taunt. Joel was a tough man, but admitting things that he wanted was difficult to force out of him.
“I—I mean we—we could—“ he shook his head and went to sit on the couch. “Sorry, I mean. That’s a great idea. You should do that. Be nice for other moms.”
Joel wrings his hands together and looks away, clearing his throat.
You stride over to him and straddle his hips, his pupils going big with shock. You sit up on your knees with him caged under you, your breasts level with his nose as you rub your fingers through his brown curly hair. “Is that what you want?”
You can see the way his eyes are trained forward, looking at the swollen nipples poking through your tank top. He swallows heavily and licks his lips, hands resting on your waist, fighting the urge to bite.
“No…” he whispers softly.
“No? Is there someone else who should get Mommy’s milk?” You tease.
He closes his eyes, a low growl rumbling in his throat.
“Speak, baby boy.”
“M-Me,” he says, head tilted up to you as he nuzzles the scruff of his cheek into your chest. You cup his head to firmly press his face harder, his nose gliding along the cleavage as he inhales your scent sharply. His hands creep up along your sides before grasping the droopy fat of the underside of your breasts, making you gasp.
You don’t even need to sit down on him fully to feel the tent poking your clit as you hover over him. He squeezes your tits roughly before wrapping his teeth around a nipple and tugging gently, releasing it with a satisfying bounce back in to place. The result was a slight damp spot around the peak where a drip of your milk seeped out.
And Joel Miller fucking whimpers for the first time in his life.
You hum in delight. “Can you ask Mommy nicely?”
He doesn’t hesitate: “Please, can I have Mommy’s milk?”
Holy fuck, you’re a sucker for your man.
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Now a half hour later, Joel is still greedily suckling at your tit as if being starved his whole life. You’re sitting on the couch while cradling Joel’s head in your lap, having him lying down on his back in the perfect position for the milk in your breasts to just flow right into his hungry mouth.
His eyes are closed, jaw working open as his lips suction tightly, gulping your sweetness. You stroke the greying hairs on his cheek, feeling the way he hums contently vibrate against your skin.
He feels safe like this, in such a vulnerable position. The idea of protecting you, being on guard, defensive, all of that stress melts away while being swaddled by you. He can let go of worry, of anxiety, taking deep breaths and feeding soothingly under the gently, nurturing embrace of his beautiful, life-giving wife.
You had palmed his hard-on the entire time, not releasing it quite yet until you were satisfied with how full his tummy had grown. You could even hear the little sloshes of bubbles in his stomach as it filled with new nutrients. He’d let out a tiny whimper, milk caught in his throat when you’d squeeze around his base possessively before returning to your palming. His precum smears along his thigh and shorts.
“You’re so hungry, baby,” you coo, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “This whole time you just wanted a taste of Mama’s milk, hmm?”
He nods absentmindedly, refusing to let go of your golden titty.
Unsatisfied with his response, you grip his hair and yank his head down, his lips detaching and falling away from your breast. He lets out a needy whine and stares at you. “Y-yes Mommy. Wanted your milk. Please can I have some more?”
You giggle and nod. His tongue darks out to lick the little drips that had trickles down before attaching back to your nipple and suckling happily.
You pull his throbbing length out though the hole in his boxers. “Gimme a little spit,” you command softly.
Joel sits his head up, cheeks full of milk. You put your hand out in front of his lips as he release the creamy substance into your palm. Your newly silkened hand finds its way back to wrap around his base before stroking him.
“Ohhhhh f-fuck Mommy!” he groans, eyes closed and leaning back against your thigh. But the sensation was too good, hips bucking up that he had to force his chin back up to continue watching. Your fingers expertly curled around his mushroom tip with each pass, the assistance of the milk acting as a lubricant. He licked his upper lick, his leg twitching with how hot it felt. You lean forward a bit and push your tit closer to his lips again. His eyes dart to you, tongue sticking out to capture your nipple again before resuming his impatient guzzling.
“Naughty, boy, getting all hard when drinking from Mommy’s tit.” You swirl his slit with the tip of your nail, his steady flow of precut oozing out and mixing with the milk. You feel his throat flex with each stutter, his mind reeling in and out of sanity, fists balled at his sides to avoid taking control. Joel’s lips were a sin everywhere else on your body, and this moment was no different. They were full, pouty, and his lower lip juts out enough to be able to easily catch your nipple and hold on with each insatiable gulp.
“Maybe I should bottle it up and let you bring it to work with you. Can share your special bottle with the other boys,” you laugh.
Joel growls angrily, browns crunched as he bites your nipple possessive.
You hiss out in pain, fisting his curls once again. “Ow! Bite me again and you’re done,” you warn. His face relaxes, eyes staring up at you with sorrow as you resume your pace pumping his shaft.
“Ah-m srorry—Momm-ee,” he mumbles against the fat of your breasts, soothing over his bite mark with his warm wet tongue.
You sigh deeply. The weight on your chest is almost fully lifted now that Joel has swallowed so much of the milk that had built up.
Your baby was just so little right now, there was only so much he could fill in his tiny body, leaving you aching, heavy, and swollen all day and night. But your full grown 5’11 200 pound hunk of a husband? He could drink for HOURS and drain you completely so that fresh milk can replenish your system just for your baby.
“Maybe we should make your feeding a regular thing too. Would you like that?” You hum. You increase the speed of your hand, now jerking his cock violently.
“Ahh—ah! Ye-oh fuck, fuck Mommy—yes, yes I want it!”
“Yeah? You wanna be full of Momma’s milk all the time? Bet you wanna cum too. Taking such good care of me, I think you deserve a reward.”
He swallows another big load before his panting forces him away, creamy liquid spilling over his cheeks. “Ah—ugh-ugh oh fuck, fuck yeah! Wanna cum, wanna cum on Mommy’s hand, please! Please, keep tuggin’ my dick just like that, Fuck! FUCK yes Mommy!”
His mouth falls open, breath caught in his throat as you feel his hips raising off the couch slightly. You take the opportunity to lean forward and shove as much of your tits in his mouth as you can, suffocating him. His eyes roll back as the first of his cum spews up into the air, followed up big spurts rapidly shooting as you violently work his cock.
“Shhhh, that’s it, that’s my good boy, keep cumming all over Mommy’s hand, such a good boy. Don’t forget keep drinking your special milk. Mommy made it just for you.” You bite your lip at the idea of motherhood just falling so easily over you.
His whole body shutters, moaning and sucking around your breasts, unsure what to do with himself as he keeps cumming in your hand. His dick pulses the last of his spent, dribbling globs of sticky, thick semen all over your fingers and his full stomach. He quivers from the overstimulation, suppressing a burp.
You remove your hand, caressing the heft of his bulging stomach just as he takes a deep breath through his nose, calming his breathing. He opens his eyes to see you licking the glorious mess of his cum off of your palm, each finger dipping in to your sinful mouth and sucking his spend clean.
“Fuuucckkkk, that’s hot. Eatin my cream when I drink yours.” His eyes are positively drunk off of you. He babbles quickly: “Wanna keep ya milkin’ every year. Kids or not. These tits are mine. Keep me stuffed full of ya sweet cream, Momma. Never need to buy dairy again. Just drink it straight from the tap.”
You grab his hands down by his side and bring them up to your tits, guiding him to rub your sore breasts gently. “Gotta work them up to get more in you.”
Joel doesn’t argue, taking over the movement and squeezing your breast like icing bag, bringing your nipple back down to his lips as he milks more of your love into his mouth.
old man!joel pussy-drunk (+18) ╱ want to read more? click here
pussy drunk old!man joel who can't keep up with you, and yet, despite this, can't say no to you and gives every ounce of the last remaining energy he has at the end of the day to your greedy cunt.
pussy drunk old!man joel who slurs your name in a druken tone after hours riding him, slow and dragged like the snuffed cigarrettes laying on the ashtray next to the bed, air ashen and saline, a wet spot under where his tired body lays, over the same sheets he's been grabbing a fistful of: to not tether off the edge after you've come thrice. to let you take his cock until it's overwhelming. to let you milk it dry until your tummy bulges with cum.
pussy drunk old!man joel miller who hasn't fallen asleep because he popped a special little pill he found on the road. just for you. "my pretty cowgirl" voice raspy and hand gripping around your waist, thumb tracing your flushed skin as you keep warming his cock between your creamy folds, clenching around his girth.
pussy drunk old!man joel who doesn't let you hide into the crook of his neck as you chase your fourth orgasm, whispering slowly as if he's sedated, his brain fighting to speak coherents words. "don't you dare hide from me, pretty doll. ain't you see what i'm doin' for ya'? be grateful, and lemme see those pretty eyes". he groans as he feels your walls cramp at his words, southern drawl heavier as his voice grows thicker with drowsiness and the same lust no marbolo can snuff out, "that's right. keep on lookin', yeah"
pussy drunk old!man joel who gets lost in the repetitive drag of your hips, pace and burn just right.
pussy drunk old!man joel who kisses you each time you slam back and forth, across your jawline, lazily. busying himself playing with your hardened bare nipples and leaving licks across your neck, tasting the salt of your sweat and dried tears from each time your orgasm has become too much to bear.
pussy drunk old!man joel who squeezes your ass hard to remind himself he's alive and he should hold on for you, just a bit more, until you're tired and done using him: he'll let you take control when his stamina can't take the lead anymore.
"atta girl" he praises between sloppy pecks that leave threads of saliva between your tongue and his puffy lips. it's wet, messy. so fucking arousing. "taking real good care of your ol' man"
pussy drunk old!man joel who loses his mind each time your cunt grips against him tight like a vice with every pull and bounce against his lap creaming his dick with your slick, taking in every inch of his thick cock, whining his name, each time softer from the exhaustion, closer to your high.
"joel"
pussy drunk old!man joel whose dick twitches from the sound of your voice.
pussy drunk old!man joel who despite the pill, embarrasingly comes to your cry.
pussy drunk old!man joel who manages to laugh, a low raspy rumble, when you pout as he finally pulls out, dick softening after what feels like hours (it has been hours). he then makes you lie flat on your back, broad shoulders glistening with drops of sweat and the trail of marks you've left. hairy chest, full of messy wet hairs, raising up and down, curls unkempt all over his face.
pussy drunk old!man joel who uses the last of his energy to hover over you and open your still-trembling legs with taut arms, fingers digging inside your pussy to smear your filled-up cunt with the last drops he's managed to cum.
"y'know, baby? think you'd make a great mamma" he mumbles as you gasp for air and whimper his name, vision blurry as tired arms reach out for him to lay down next to you. "i'd like to make ya' one. 's the least you can give me after ridin' me 'till dawn, with that greedy cunt of yours, my needy girl" he laughs with adoration to himself as your eyelids flutter. "don't worry, leave that to me. you need to sleep it out"
a/n: the way i was literally talking about fics where joel takes a viagra... destiny fr. will u jinjja kill me if i told y'all i imagine game!joel for these small bits?? who's with me! *mark ruffalo raising hand gif*. taglist: @klmr0 @zmbi3gr1 ╱ join dilftown residency here !
Summary: Joel comes home after a night at the bar and shows you a side of himself you didn’t know existed.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, step-cest, big legal age gap, drunk Joel, soft!Joel what?, mean!Joel, infidelity, ass slapping, somno, unprotected piv, creampie, degradation, slutshaming, praise kink, daddy kink, mention of alcohol consumption, mention of throat fucking, swearing. Reader wears make-up.
Word count: 2,2k
A/n: I’m drowning in WIPs but this idea just wouldn’t leave my mind. I hope y’all will enjoy the story💞 Kisses to my love @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and screaming in my doc lol😘♥️ Dividers by @/saradika-graphics and @/thecutestgrotto 💞
Stepdad Joel Masterlist || MASTERLIST
It’s shortly after 11 pm and you’re having a little snack in the kitchen, watching videos on YouTube. Your EarPods are in so you miss your stepdad returning home. Noticing some movement in your peripheral vision you turn your head and see Joel pouring himself a glass of water at the sink. He’s looking broad and tall in his favorite denim shirt and dark blue jeans and you shamelessly check him out while he’s gulping the water down.
When he turns around, you quickly look away. Your mom’s home so you expect him to go upstairs but when you glance back you see him standing by your side. He’s looking at your phone screen, hands on his hips, brows furrowed as if he’s trying to concentrate on something.
You’re blinking up at him, puzzled by his weird behavior — usually when he comes home all you get is a cold ‘hey’. The best you may hope for is a slap on your ass as he calls you a slut for wearing your tiny home shorts. When your mom’s not around, of course.
You take your EarPods out just as he asks,
“Whatcha watchin’?”
Your mouth pops open and you stare up at him speechless. Your stepdad is suddenly interested in something other than your holes! Did he hit his head at work? And then you see it — his eyes are bloodshot, his curly hair’s slightly disheveled and he’s swaying a little, standing with his feet wider apart than usual.
He’s drunk.
Your eyebrows shoot up. Joel drinks, yeah, but never a lot, usually only beer, and you can tell that he’s had some only when you taste it on his lips later. The sight of him visibly drunk now fascinates you but also weirds you out.
“Ehm.. it’s a make-up tutorial,” you reply, watching him closely. He hums and takes a chair next to you. Now you sense a distinct scent of whiskey on his breath. He places his thick forearm on the table and locks eyes with you. His gaze is warm when he says, his speech a little slurred,
“Your make-up's always pretty. You can do it professionally I reckon.”
Your jaw drops and you mumble ‘thanks’, not knowing how to react.
What’s happening?
The way he talks to you like you’re a normal person and not his ‘cock-hungry stepdaughter’ who he regularly fucks feels so strange, you avert your eyes from him, completely lost for words.
Joel quietly watches you for a few seconds before he leans closer and gets your attention, gently swiping his thumb over your shoulder.
“Listen.. if you ever need any money.. for make-up or whatever.. don’t be shy to ask, ‘k?”
Now you’re positively gawking at him. Did aliens abduct your stepdad and send this considerate version of him back?
Joel keeps surprising you.
“Hell…” he gruffs, pulling out his wallet from his jeans pocket. “Here,” he grabs your hand, puts some cash into your palm and closes it. “Buy something nice for yourself, babydoll.”
“Thanks,” you say quietly, looking at the money in your hand and barely believing that this is real.
Meanwhile Joel scoots closer to you and places his arm over the back of your chair. For a few moments neither of you speaks, he’s just watching the video with you, his hazy eyes gliding over your body from time to time. As always being close to your stepdad you feel tingling between your legs but your mother’s upstairs so, trying to distract yourself, you ask, “Went out tonight?”
“Yeah.. with a few guys,” he nods, smiling at you with his head tilted to the side.
Then Joel scratches his scruffy cheek and chuckles, “Those poor fuckers… bitchin’ about their wives all night.” He shakes his head. “Made me realize how lucky I am…” He puts his warm hand on your shoulder, gives it a light squeeze and finishes, “to have you.”
You know he’s drunk but his words make your heart flutter and your lips spread into a smile. His next statement wipes that smile off your face immediately.
“Almost told ‘em about us, can you imagine?”
Your stomach churns at the thought and you thank all Gods for stopping Joel from spilling your darkest secret.
Unaware of your momentary panic, your stepdad leans in and kisses a spot on your neck, just under your ear.
“Wanted to brag about you so damn much,” he whispers against your skin, sending chills all over your body. “How your tight pussy feels around my cock… how good you feel.”
You tremble at his touch and glance at the door, scared to be caught by your mother. Joel told you before that he’d always be careful but now, in this state, you surely can’t rely on him fully.
Without a care in the world, your stepdad slowly drags his lips up and nuzzles your cheek, mumbling,
“Every damn day I run home just to see you.”
Clutching the dollar bills in your clammy hands you slowly melt next to him, his confession filling your belly with butterflies.
Joel pecks the corner of your mouth but then he rests his forehead on your shoulder and gruffs, “Fuck, why’d I drink so much?”
He’s sitting motionless for a few moments, and hoping that he won’t fall asleep like that, you squirm in your seat and ask,
“Not feeling well?”
“A lil,” Joel replies, sitting up and getting onto his feet. He holds onto the table top for stability and then grunts, “Need to wash my face.”
You nod but when he walks out of the room, your shoulders droop. This strange version of Joel has made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside you wish he’d stay. A smile lights up your face when you remember his words, ‘lucky to have you.’
You’re staring at your phone screen, not listening to the video at all, your mind occupied by Joel and the unexpected dialogue you two have had, when your stepdad suddenly strides back into the kitchen and walks up to you.
“What…?” All you have time to say before he bends down and kisses you. You gasp right into his mouth, your hands clasping his shirt. He cups the back of your head to keep you close, his other hand begins kneading your breast over your clothes.
“Mmm…,” you mewl, scared that your mother will come in, but your stepdad’s lips make you forget about everything. They’re slowly moving against yours, his tongue swiping over your lower lip asking, begging to slide inside. You let him in happily and he licks into your mouth, leaving a taste of whiskey and Joel on your tongue. The kiss is sweet and dizzying but too short.
“I’ll come tonight, baby… when she’s asleep,” Joel whispers and pecks your lips before walking away again, swaying a little.
You go up to your room right away, turn the lights off and wait for your stepdad in your bed. Your mind plays the night on a loop - Joel’s confession, the kiss, his eyes on you full of warmth and something else you have no guts to name even in your head.
The fluttering in your belly makes your heart beat faster. You shouldn’t feel it, you mustn’t. It’s just sex. Depraved, filthy, mind blowing sex.
You fall asleep with Joel in your thoughts and dream of him hugging you close, running his big hands over your body, lightly squeezing your curves. Then his cock slowly slides into your pussy and he begins gently rocking his hips, sending it deeper with every languid thrust.
Ahhhh! With a quiet moan you open your eyes and realize that it’s really happening — your stepdad is spooning you from behind, fucking you in your sleep so gently you could have been unconscious throughout.
“Joel..,” you moan his name with the same warmth in your tone that you heard from him in the kitchen. It’s still present as he murmurs in your ear, “M’here, sweetheart.”
You turn your head, trying to see your stepdad’s face in the darkness of your room, and he uses your movement to catch your lips with his. Just like earlier today the kiss you’re sharing is nothing like you used to with him - it’s sweeter and gentler and you whimper, caged in his strong arms, taking his big cock.
Joel’s hand snakes under your top and he begins pulling and twitching your pebbled nipples, carefully so as not to hurt you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and as you clench around Joel’s fat length, he lets out a moan. You’ve never heard such a noise from him before, it’s always grunts and groans when he claims you, feral growls of an animal tearing its prey apart. But not tonight.
“My good girl…only mine,” he whispers against your lips and you as well might be in heaven. Where’s your need to be degraded gone? You don’t know and don’t care. No time to self reflect. All you want right now is to stay in these arms forever, keep him inside like he’s a part of you. Like you were meant to be his.
Joel hugs you tight and then his hand slides down and under your pajama shorts. With his member still massaging your walls, he spreads your folds and swirls your wet clit with a tip of his calloused finger. You mewl as he starts drawing tight circles over it, nibbling on your earlobe. His voice so soft, it’s barely audible as he orders,
“Come on my cock… make this sweet pussy squeeze me..”
You nod, obedient to his wish, and let him bring you to the peak. It doesn’t take long. His bulbous tip is rubbing the soft spot inside your core in just the right way, his fingers are rhythmically moving over your puffy clit, and soon you’re coming, moaning so loudly, Joel has to cover your mouth with his palm.
“Shhh… I know, I know…daddy got you.”
He explodes right after and spills his hot cum inside your pulsating cunt. To shut his own whimpers he nuzzles the back of your head and breathes in the scent of your hair, fucking you through his and your orgasms.
When you both relax, Joel doesn’t pull out and slowly softens in your stuffed pussy, cuddling with you, his lips brushing your temple. You don’t dare to move, scared that he’ll leave you and go to her. He doesn’t though and you drift off satisfied and happy in his arms.
When you wake up the next morning, your bed is empty. The only evidence that last night wasn’t an amazing dream is Joel’s cum leaking out of your still wet pussy.
After taking a shower you hurry to the kitchen, wishing to see your stepdad there, hopefully without your mom.
To your delight you find Joel alone, leaning against the counter, sipping his coffee.
“Morning, daddy,” you chirp, running up to him, and peck his cheek.
He squints and growls,
“Shhhh! Headache’s killin’ me.”
You draw your eyebrows together and mutter a quiet ‘sorry’. He seems to be different today and you glance at him, pouring yourself a cup. He’s so hot in the morning, wearing his grey sweats and tight black t-shirt, your lower belly burns and you crave his body against yours.
Acting on your desire you walk up to him and place your hand on his shoulder, turning yourself on even more when you feel his strong muscles under your palm. Joel looks down at you with his brows furrowed, and you purr, batting your lashes at the man,
“What are you doing today? Maybe we can go to the movies together?”
He stares at you quizzically for a few moments and then chuckles,
“Did I replace your brain with my cum the last time I fucked your throat? Want us to walk around town holding hands? Let everyone know that I’m fuckin’ my stepdaughter?”
He laughs loudly at your suggestion and you pout your lips, hurt by his words. He places his mug down and mumbles under his breath, ‘Slut lost her damn mind.’
You take a step away from him and stare at the counter, your eyes welling up with tears. Of course, he’s back to being his usual self — an arrogant, mean prick. You sigh, thinking that you’re going to miss drunk Joel.
Suddenly you feel him behind you as he presses his body to yours. His arms wrap around your waist and he kisses your neck.
“We can watch a movie at home, my needy slut. Tonight, k? Just you and I?”
You don’t say anything for a few moments, hating to give in so easily, but that ‘my’ and the sensation of his big body against yours melt the ice in your heart and you whisper an ‘okey’.
“It’s a date, then,” Joel says with a smile in his voice, slaps your ass and leaves the room.
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Stepdad Joel Masterlist || MASTERLIST
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oh my god I loved it!! I already told you but this idea is brilliant 😍😍 her so confused (just as I was 😂) him so... different! the confessions omg I wasn't expecting it and I love when characters act different than usual 😍😍
The somno was perfect of course 😌
And then the morning after 🤭
“What are you doing today? Maybe we can go to the movies together?”
He stares at you quizzically for a few moments and then chuckles,
“Did I replace your brain with my cum the last time I fucked your throat? Want us to walk around town holding hands? Let everyone know that I’m fuckin’ my stepdaughter?”
bwahahahahahaha 😂😂😂 sorry reader, I love you, but I love his degradation even more 😂😂😂
You know that your opinion is always important to me, baby, and this time I was on the edge of my seat while you were reading this part bc I wasn’t sure you’d like stepdad being so different😅 And I was super relieved to hear that you loved him as a sweet mushy man almost in love🥹 of course, it didn’t last long and he gave us what we also love him for - ‘feels-like-a-slap-in-the-face’ degradation😌😁 thank you for always holding my hand and helping me, my love😍😘♥️ love youuuuuuu💞💞💞
Summary: Joel comes home after a night at the bar and shows you a side of himself you didn’t know existed.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, step-cest, big legal age gap, drunk Joel, soft!Joel what?, mean!Joel, infidelity, ass slapping, somno, unprotected piv, creampie, degradation, slutshaming, praise kink, daddy kink, mention of alcohol consumption, mention of throat fucking, swearing. Reader wears make-up.
Word count: 2,2k
A/n: I’m drowning in WIPs but this idea just wouldn’t leave my mind. I hope y’all will enjoy the story💞 Kisses to my love @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and screaming in my doc lol😘♥️ Dividers by @/saradika-graphics and @/thecutestgrotto 💞
Stepdad Joel Masterlist || MASTERLIST
It’s shortly after 11 pm and you’re having a little snack in the kitchen, watching videos on YouTube. Your EarPods are in so you miss your stepdad returning home. Noticing some movement in your peripheral vision you turn your head and see Joel pouring himself a glass of water at the sink. He’s looking broad and tall in his favorite denim shirt and dark blue jeans and you shamelessly check him out while he’s gulping the water down.
When he turns around, you quickly look away. Your mom’s home so you expect him to go upstairs but when you glance back you see him standing by your side. He’s looking at your phone screen, hands on his hips, brows furrowed as if he’s trying to concentrate on something.
You’re blinking up at him, puzzled by his weird behavior — usually when he comes home all you get is a cold ‘hey’. The best you may hope for is a slap on your ass as he calls you a slut for wearing your tiny home shorts. When your mom’s not around, of course.
You take your EarPods out just as he asks,
“Whatcha watchin’?”
Your mouth pops open and you stare up at him speechless. Your stepdad is suddenly interested in something other than your holes! Did he hit his head at work? And then you see it — his eyes are bloodshot, his curly hair’s slightly disheveled and he’s swaying a little, standing with his feet wider apart than usual.
He’s drunk.
Your eyebrows shoot up. Joel drinks, yeah, but never a lot, usually only beer, and you can tell that he’s had some only when you taste it on his lips later. The sight of him visibly drunk now fascinates you but also weirds you out.
“Ehm.. it’s a make-up tutorial,” you reply, watching him closely. He hums and takes a chair next to you. Now you sense a distinct scent of whiskey on his breath. He places his thick forearm on the table and locks eyes with you. His gaze is warm when he says, his speech a little slurred,
“Your make-up's always pretty. You can do it professionally I reckon.”
Your jaw drops and you mumble ‘thanks’, not knowing how to react.
What’s happening?
The way he talks to you like you’re a normal person and not his ‘cock-hungry stepdaughter’ who he regularly fucks feels so strange, you avert your eyes from him, completely lost for words.
Joel quietly watches you for a few seconds before he leans closer and gets your attention, gently swiping his thumb over your shoulder.
“Listen.. if you ever need any money.. for make-up or whatever.. don’t be shy to ask, ‘k?”
Now you’re positively gawking at him. Did aliens abduct your stepdad and send this considerate version of him back?
Joel keeps surprising you.
“Hell…” he gruffs, pulling out his wallet from his jeans pocket. “Here,” he grabs your hand, puts some cash into your palm and closes it. “Buy something nice for yourself, babydoll.”
“Thanks,” you say quietly, looking at the money in your hand and barely believing that this is real.
Meanwhile Joel scoots closer to you and places his arm over the back of your chair. For a few moments neither of you speaks, he’s just watching the video with you, his hazy eyes gliding over your body from time to time. As always being close to your stepdad you feel tingling between your legs but your mother’s upstairs so, trying to distract yourself, you ask, “Went out tonight?”
“Yeah.. with a few guys,” he nods, smiling at you with his head tilted to the side.
Then Joel scratches his scruffy cheek and chuckles, “Those poor fuckers… bitchin’ about their wives all night.” He shakes his head. “Made me realize how lucky I am…” He puts his warm hand on your shoulder, gives it a light squeeze and finishes, “to have you.”
You know he’s drunk but his words make your heart flutter and your lips spread into a smile. His next statement wipes that smile off your face immediately.
“Almost told ‘em about us, can you imagine?”
Your stomach churns at the thought and you thank all Gods for stopping Joel from spilling your darkest secret.
Unaware of your momentary panic, your stepdad leans in and kisses a spot on your neck, just under your ear.
“Wanted to brag about you so damn much,” he whispers against your skin, sending chills all over your body. “How your tight pussy feels around my cock… how good you feel.”
You tremble at his touch and glance at the door, scared to be caught by your mother. Joel told you before that he’d always be careful but now, in this state, you surely can’t rely on him fully.
Without a care in the world, your stepdad slowly drags his lips up and nuzzles your cheek, mumbling,
“Every damn day I run home just to see you.”
Clutching the dollar bills in your clammy hands you slowly melt next to him, his confession filling your belly with butterflies.
Joel pecks the corner of your mouth but then he rests his forehead on your shoulder and gruffs, “Fuck, why’d I drink so much?”
He’s sitting motionless for a few moments, and hoping that he won’t fall asleep like that, you squirm in your seat and ask,
“Not feeling well?”
“A lil,” Joel replies, sitting up and getting onto his feet. He holds onto the table top for stability and then grunts, “Need to wash my face.”
You nod but when he walks out of the room, your shoulders droop. This strange version of Joel has made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside you wish he’d stay. A smile lights up your face when you remember his words, ‘lucky to have you.’
You’re staring at your phone screen, not listening to the video at all, your mind occupied by Joel and the unexpected dialogue you two have had, when your stepdad suddenly strides back into the kitchen and walks up to you.
“What…?” All you have time to say before he bends down and kisses you. You gasp right into his mouth, your hands clasping his shirt. He cups the back of your head to keep you close, his other hand begins kneading your breast over your clothes.
“Mmm…,” you mewl, scared that your mother will come in, but your stepdad’s lips make you forget about everything. They’re slowly moving against yours, his tongue swiping over your lower lip asking, begging to slide inside. You let him in happily and he licks into your mouth, leaving a taste of whiskey and Joel on your tongue. The kiss is sweet and dizzying but too short.
“I’ll come tonight, baby… when she’s asleep,” Joel whispers and pecks your lips before walking away again, swaying a little.
You go up to your room right away, turn the lights off and wait for your stepdad in your bed. Your mind plays the night on a loop - Joel’s confession, the kiss, his eyes on you full of warmth and something else you have no guts to name even in your head.
The fluttering in your belly makes your heart beat faster. You shouldn’t feel it, you mustn’t. It’s just sex. Depraved, filthy, mind blowing sex.
You fall asleep with Joel in your thoughts and dream of him hugging you close, running his big hands over your body, lightly squeezing your curves. Then his cock slowly slides into your pussy and he begins gently rocking his hips, sending it deeper with every languid thrust.
Ahhhh! With a quiet moan you open your eyes and realize that it’s really happening — your stepdad is spooning you from behind, fucking you in your sleep so gently you could have been unconscious throughout.
“Joel..,” you moan his name with the same warmth in your tone that you heard from him in the kitchen. It’s still present as he murmurs in your ear, “M’here, sweetheart.”
You turn your head, trying to see your stepdad’s face in the darkness of your room, and he uses your movement to catch your lips with his. Just like earlier today the kiss you’re sharing is nothing like you used to with him - it’s sweeter and gentler and you whimper, caged in his strong arms, taking his big cock.
Joel’s hand snakes under your top and he begins pulling and twitching your pebbled nipples, carefully so as not to hurt you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and as you clench around Joel’s fat length, he lets out a moan. You’ve never heard such a noise from him before, it’s always grunts and groans when he claims you, feral growls of an animal tearing its prey apart. But not tonight.
“My good girl…only mine,” he whispers against your lips and you as well might be in heaven. Where’s your need to be degraded gone? You don’t know and don’t care. No time to self reflect. All you want right now is to stay in these arms forever, keep him inside like he’s a part of you. Like you were meant to be his.
Joel hugs you tight and then his hand slides down and under your pajama shorts. With his member still massaging your walls, he spreads your folds and swirls your wet clit with a tip of his calloused finger. You mewl as he starts drawing tight circles over it, nibbling on your earlobe. His voice so soft, it’s barely audible as he orders,
“Come on my cock… make this sweet pussy squeeze me..”
You nod, obedient to his wish, and let him bring you to the peak. It doesn’t take long. His bulbous tip is rubbing the soft spot inside your core in just the right way, his fingers are rhythmically moving over your puffy clit, and soon you’re coming, moaning so loudly, Joel has to cover your mouth with his palm.
“Shhh… I know, I know…daddy got you.”
He explodes right after and spills his hot cum inside your pulsating cunt. To shut his own whimpers he nuzzles the back of your head and breathes in the scent of your hair, fucking you through his and your orgasms.
When you both relax, Joel doesn’t pull out and slowly softens in your stuffed pussy, cuddling with you, his lips brushing your temple. You don’t dare to move, scared that he’ll leave you and go to her. He doesn’t though and you drift off satisfied and happy in his arms.
When you wake up the next morning, your bed is empty. The only evidence that last night wasn’t an amazing dream is Joel’s cum leaking out of your still wet pussy.
After taking a shower you hurry to the kitchen, wishing to see your stepdad there, hopefully without your mom.
To your delight you find Joel alone, leaning against the counter, sipping his coffee.
“Morning, daddy,” you chirp, running up to him, and peck his cheek.
He squints and growls,
“Shhhh! Headache’s killin’ me.”
You draw your eyebrows together and mutter a quiet ‘sorry’. He seems to be different today and you glance at him, pouring yourself a cup. He’s so hot in the morning, wearing his grey sweats and tight black t-shirt, your lower belly burns and you crave his body against yours.
Acting on your desire you walk up to him and place your hand on his shoulder, turning yourself on even more when you feel his strong muscles under your palm. Joel looks down at you with his brows furrowed, and you purr, batting your lashes at the man,
“What are you doing today? Maybe we can go to the movies together?”
He stares at you quizzically for a few moments and then chuckles,
“Did I replace your brain with my cum the last time I fucked your throat? Want us to walk around town holding hands? Let everyone know that I’m fuckin’ my stepdaughter?”
He laughs loudly at your suggestion and you pout your lips, hurt by his words. He places his mug down and mumbles under his breath, ‘Slut lost her damn mind.’
You take a step away from him and stare at the counter, your eyes welling up with tears. Of course, he’s back to being his usual self — an arrogant, mean prick. You sigh, thinking that you’re going to miss drunk Joel.
Suddenly you feel him behind you as he presses his body to yours. His arms wrap around your waist and he kisses your neck.
“We can watch a movie at home, my needy slut. Tonight, k? Just you and I?”
You don’t say anything for a few moments, hating to give in so easily, but that ‘my’ and the sensation of his big body against yours melt the ice in your heart and you whisper an ‘okey’.
“It’s a date, then,” Joel says with a smile in his voice, slaps your ass and leaves the room.
Thank you for reading! Your comments and reblogs will make my day!♥️
Stepdad Joel Masterlist || MASTERLIST
Tag list for the story: @tearsweetenedtea @mads198-9 @mydarlingjoel @quitchie @kaliisapunk28 @hhsjsbs1 @oldenoughtoknowbetterstuff @magpiepills @joelsslutt @bearbo28 @wand-erer5 @rhysuric @iloveoldman-stfu @gorzelnia-blog @kokoluwie @time-for-my-weekly-spanking @hystericalanduseless @idknananchimaybe @heartpascalispunk @maried01 @missadangel @ningaispunk
oh my god I loved it!! I already told you but this idea is brilliant 😍😍 her so confused (just as I was 😂) him so... different! the confessions omg I wasn't expecting it and I love when characters act different than usual 😍😍
The somno was perfect of course 😌
And then the morning after 🤭
“What are you doing today? Maybe we can go to the movies together?”
He stares at you quizzically for a few moments and then chuckles,
“Did I replace your brain with my cum the last time I fucked your throat? Want us to walk around town holding hands? Let everyone know that I’m fuckin’ my stepdaughter?”
bwahahahahahaha 😂😂😂 sorry reader, I love you, but I love his degradation even more 😂😂😂
You know that your opinion is always important to me, baby, and this time I was on the edge of my seat while you were reading this part bc I wasn’t sure you’d like stepdad being so different😅 And I was super relieved to hear that you loved him as a sweet mushy man almost in love🥹 of course, it didn’t last long and he gave us what we also love him for - ‘feels-like-a-slap-in-the-face’ degradation😌😁 thank you for always holding my hand and helping me, my love😍😘♥️ love youuuuuuu💞💞💞
Ok but. Harry Castillo? THE Harry Castillo? The one whos got a nutrionist and dietician and physical trainer, to make sure he keeps the strictest physical health possible to perform his best? And all of it adds more stress to his mind.
So when you start gifting him little treats, just a little kind gesture to make his day, he doesnt record those on his intake tracking sheet. It starts with adding a little bowl of choclates to your desk, holding one out for him as he passes by on his way to his office. Always with a warm smile. Its the best first thing in his morning: a little bit of sweetness to unravel like a tiny treasure and kick off his day. He hums and savors the taste in his mouth. It had been years since he had something unfiltered like this: everything he eats is stripped of sugar and processed gooeyness. It excites him to enjoy this one little secret.
But then, youre offering him one every time he leaves for a lunch, comes back from a meeting, shaking hands out in the lobby. You always seem to be perfectly in stock too: when one disappears, another is replenished within the hour. It heats your cheeks every time he gives you a kind smile when snatching one off your desk.
You started taking on his lunch orders too. Of course, everything was perfectly curated by his personal chef. He hadn't order takeout in a long time. So while he eats his bland meal, you also bring him a little extra bite: a burger or plate of fries. Perhaps a milkshake when a deal closes or a few cookies and slices of cake when he's there past 5.
You always leave it on his desk. He' usually busy on a call, but when he swivels to see you standing there clearing room on the table for his tray of goodies, his face lights up, licking his lips as he mumbles an excited "ah huh" into the receiver. You watch as he rushes to end the call before diving in. Whereas before, he'd take nibbles while entirely focused on work, now he slams his laptop shut and dedicates his entire attention to his treats. He lets out happy groans and hums with each bite. Wipes the cream or crumbs from his eager lips and sucks his fingers clean. Always after cleaning the whole plate, he'd sit back and sigh, smiling gently to himself.
You're clearing out the tray when he heaves himself up and trying to change for a new meeting. Harry lets out a grunt, undoing his belt and latching it to the widest hole possible. He frowns in the mirror, staring back as he shifts.
"You look wonderful, Mr Castillo," you tell him softly. He grins and nods, ignoring the new weight settling in stomach and thighs.
His doctor had questioned how his weight had increased so quickly. Harry assures him its temporary stress but hes keeping up with his routines. He doesnt bother to hide the fact that the food has made him less stress than ever before. In fact, his mood had improved tenfold. He was indulging and enjoying food again, and it made him more motivated to keep going.
He was embarassed to ask you to schedule him a tailor appointment for new suits. His clothes feeling tighter must all be in his head. A couple extra treats here and there surely wouldn't have made a noticeable difference on the outside? No, it was just bloating from having foods he'd repressed for decades.
He stops telling himself that when he finds himself cupping your ass in your pencil skirt, seated across his spread lap as you dip another choclate covered strawberry into his mouth. This had become a weekly to nightly occurance. Late hours resulted in late hour munchies. He felt bad keeping you after hours but you insisted if you could parttake, you wouldnt mind all. He thought that meant getting a bite to eat along with his orders, not... this.
He finishes chewing and swallows, humming as you rub his large belly. You had helped unbutton his shirt and pants to help let his gut fall out more natutally. There was no reason to be strung up in uncomfortable clothes when no one was here, you told him. A few glasses of wine didnt hurt either. It felt nice to have the heat of your body against his chest and thigh. He pet your smooth legs curled up against his knee. Your body felt fantastic, especially your thighs. When drunk he had fewer pretense to worry of how it might look, having your boss run his palm up your thigh, above your skirt line. It felt nice for both of you.
You held a cup of chocolate, dipping various snacks layed out on the table, and feeding him one by one. You leaned against his chest and kissed his cheek and neck, listening to his struggled breath trying to keep his arousal at bay. The food piling in his stomach only added pressure to his already hard cock.
You could sense his discomfort. He whined slightly when you sat up. His disappointment is replaces by raised, excited eyes as you unclasp your blouse, revealing your push up bra that accentuated your breasts and cleavage. "Thats better," you hum. "Now you."
He nods as you take over to pulling his hardened length out. It sprung free, slapping the curve of his stomach. "My my, Mr Castillo. I knew those rumors were true."
He blushes. Yanking you back to his lap, you begin to jerk him off with one hand, proceeding to feed him again with the other. Harry is enamoured, his eyes lidded and lust filled, panting as you encourage another bite. You had made a mess of chocolate over his dress shirt, not that he minded one bit. His member throbbed violently in your hand. Your craddled his head to your chest, pumping his length faster. He dipped his finger in the chocolately mess and pressed it to your lips. Your moan sang with praize as you sucked his finger off, enough to make him cum with a yelp all over your hand.
Harry proceeded to have breakfast, lunch, and dinner at the office. You were rarely at your desk those hours, instead grinding on his belly beneath you atop his lounger, or getting fucked against the closet wall, or sucking his cock and licking the sticky mess left all over his chest and stomach under his desk. He fired his irrate physician and dieticians. He'd never felt more alive and healthier than he has with your invaluable assistance.
