Dinner and a Show
Joel Miller x f!reader
summary: Joel comes over after work to see you tags: 18+MDNI, smut, spanking, oral sex, vaginal sex, daddy kink, breeding kink, pussy pronouns, reader is plus-size/curvy word count: 4.4k a/n: I was so floored by the amazing response I decided to write a part 2 to my previous work Liquor Laws but they don't HAVE to be read in order! Let me know what y'all think!! <3
part one | ao3
You and Joel had been seeing each other now for a few months. Nothing serious, mostly just him coming over after his shift at the corner store and the two of you spending time together. You had watched a few movies, and occasionally you made dinner for him if you knew he’d be showing up in advance.
Mostly though he was coming over simply to dick you down. And dear god was the man good at it.
He had texted you earlier in the day to let you know he got off work around 7 and was planning on coming over. So you had stopped at the store when you got off work at 5 and picked up what you needed for bolognese. Everything was almost finished, the sauce was simmering, the noodles were strained and waiting for butter, and the cheesy garlic bread was in the oven.
You walked over to the refrigerator and got out the bagged salad kit you had also picked up, a simple caesar. Grabbing a bowl from under your counter you opened the bag and dumped it in, just as you were fishing the package with the cheese, croutons, and dressing out of the lettuce you heard a heavy knock on your front door.
“Shit,” you muttered to yourself. You had intended for everything to be ready and on the table when he got here. Glancing at the clock on the microwave you realized you were running a little behind and it was already 10 minutes after 7:00. Just around the time Joel usually made it to your place.
Rushing to the front door, bare feet padding against the laminate flooring in your entry way, you flip the dead bolt and swing the door open.
“Hey, come in, dinner's almost ready.” You push up onto your tip toes, giving him a quick smacking kiss on the cheek, before turning and making your way through the living room back into the kitchen.
“Smells mighty good in here darlin’.” You hear his boots hitting the floor, a warmth spreading in your chest because he remembers every time that you don’t like shoes on in your apartment.
The timer is going off for the oven. Grabbing your oven mitts from where they’re resting on the counter you smash the ‘cancel’ button on the oven timer before pulling the tray of cheesy garlic bread out of the oven and setting it on the trivet you had set on the counter.
“I’m sorry I’m running behind, I really meant to have all this done and on the table by the time you got here.” You tell him as you grab the butter out of the fridge for the noodles.
“Baby girl, you don’t gotta apologize. I mean damn you made me a homecooked meal, means I ain’t gotta go home and make myself a hungry-man. Keep this up and I’m liable to never let you go.” He comes up behind you at the stove, resting his hands on your shoulders and placing a soft kiss on the sensitive spot behind your ear.
You can feel your cheeks heating up, what you’re sure is just gentle teasing on his part about keeping you warming your insides up to an uncomfortable degree in the heat of the kitchen.
“There anything I can do to help you darlin’?” He whispers into your ear.
“Um, w-well, could you, ahem, could you go mix the salad please?” His lips teasing the lobe of your ear have you a squirming and stuttering mess.
“Sure baby, anything you need.” The heat of his body leaves your back as he turns to the other counter to finish mixing the salad that you had started.
You reach up and grab two plates from the cabinet to the left of your stove, setting them down on the counter so you can serve up the pasta and sauce. Grabbing silverware from the drawer to your right you make your way to the table to set forks and knives at each placemat.
“What would you like to drink tonight? I have Miller Lite, or we could do some wine?”
“Wine would be good with dinner.”
You move over to where you keep your wine glasses, the cabinet over Joel’s head. Placing a hand on his back you reach around him to grab out two glasses. As you move to the fridge to grab out your open bottle of red, Joel takes the salad over to the table.
Pouring the both of you a decent glass, you set one down at each place setting. Making your way back over to the stove you grab a plate and start serving yourself up a portion.
“Alright big guy, come and get yourself some of this.”
“Now that’s just mean baby.”
You look over your shoulder at him, your furrowed brows displaying your confusion. “What?”
“Teasin’ a man like that, gettin’ him thinkin’ of other things when he’s gonna have to sit and behave for a whole meal.”
You realize now how your words have been taken, and you giggle softly.
“Well I promise dessert will be worth it.” You throw him a wink, knowing full well the only thing that either of you are eating for dessert will be each other.
After piling up his plate, Joel follows you to the table and sits down catty-corner to you. Your small square table technically seats four but it’s a tight squeeze. You love that Joel always chooses to sit next to you as opposed to directly across. He usually ends up with his hand somewhere on you about half way through the meal. Even after a few meals together like this it still sends your heart racing when he does it.
“Well darlin’, this looks delicious and it smells even better. Thanks for cookin’ tonight.” Joel says as he grabs the salad bowl that he had put on the table. He serves you a small scoop first before putting a small portion on his plate as well.
“You’re welcome. I like cooking when it isn’t just me eating it. Means I don’t have to eat the same left overs meal after meal after meal. So really you’re doing me a favor.”
“Well if it makes your life so much easier, I’ll come over more often, how’s that?” He shoots you wink, his lips in a small smirk as he picks up his wine glass.
“Come over anytime you want.”
“Careful with that offer, baby girl, I might just never leave.”
You smile at him, taking a small sip of your wine before bringing a small forkful of salad to your mouth. Little does he know you’d have absolutely no problem with that. These last few months between the two of you have been very relaxed. No fancy dinners, no going drinking at bars or clubs, hell if the two of you wanted to see a movie it was done from your couch.
Most people might have a problem with that, but considering you dealt with the public all day long in your customer service job it was nice to just be in your safe space with someone who understood you and your need to decompress.
The two of you are quiet for the rest of the meal. Joel’s hand drifts over to your thigh when you’re both about half way done with your plates, his thumb rubbing slow circles into your skin that drive you crazier and crazier the further up his hand climbs.
When Joel cleans his plate, you still have a few bites left on yours. He leans back in his chair, letting out a soft groan while bringing both his hands up to rub his tummy.
“That was absolutely divine, baby.”
You use your last bite of garlic bread to get the last of your meat sauce, wiping your plate clean.
“Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” You lean over, pecking him softly on the lips. As you go to stand and grab both of your plates, Joel’s hand reaches out and stops you.
“None of that, you worked and cooked today, that means no dishes for you.”
“Oh I don’t mind really, I need to put the left overs away anyway. I’ll take them for lunch tomorrow. In fact, do you want me to make a bowl for you as well?”
“I know where you keep everything baby, go sit down on the couch and pick out what movie we’re gonna watch tonight. Just give me a few minutes okay?”
You feel your insides turning to mushy, warm, goo. You know it’s the most basic consideration, not making you clean up when you cook. But considering the last relationship you were in where you were expected to take care of anything having to do with the home, as well as bring home a paycheck, this is really nice.
You’ve noticed Joel is like that in general. He’s always grateful for anything you do for him, never expecting things and always helping out where he can and where you let him. He’s kind, and considerate, and dependable. And really you are so beyond glad that you met him that night at the corner store.
You head into your living room, settling in the middle of the couch. You flick on your television, scrolling to Netflix and casually flipping through the top 10 movies today. You can hear the sink turn on in the kitchen, the soft sounds of water splashing against dirty dishes. You hear him open the dishwasher, silverware and plates clinking against each other as he loads it. You don’t see anything really catching your eye, so you keep scrolling for a bit.
“Joel, nothing's really looking good, did you have anything you were wanting to watch?” You call to the other room
“Nothin’ in particular darlin’, just put on something we’ve seen before so we can veg out.”
You chuckle softly, his old man lingo always amusing you.
“I can hear you laughin’ in there, quit it unless you want a whoopin’.” You can feel your face turning pink, your laughter trailing off. The two of you have tried a few different things in the bedroom. Discussed some others. You had mentioned in passing to him a couple of weekends ago that you were interested in trying some spanking.
You rub your thighs together to create some soft friction on your clit. Your panties were already damp from his hand on your thigh at dinner, the casual possessiveness of his touch turning you on even if there was no one else there to witness it. But the thought of him taking you over his knee and turning your butt red has your panties flooding. You can feel your lips sliding against each other as you continue to rub your thighs together.
“You got awful quiet in there baby, somethin’ on your mind?” You can hear the smile in his voice, the smug bastard. He knows exactly what you’re thinking of, that’s why he said it.
“No, nothing in particular.”
You finally settle on the first Curtis and Viper movie, you’ve seen it a few times and you know it’s one of Joel’s favorites.
He settles in next to you on the couch, having finished clean up duty in the kitchen. Joel takes the corner spot closer to the door, stretching his arm across the back of the couch, giving you the perfect invitation to snuggle up into his side. You curl up under his outstretched arm, leaning your head back into chest, and bringing your legs up to lay them over his lap. You’re practically on top of him, but you know neither of you mind it. In fact Joel will often just scootch you all the way into his lap about halfway through any movie y’all end up watching.
You hit play and as the opening credits start rolling, Joel places his hand over your thighs, both of you settling in to watch.
You make it about 30 minutes into the movie before the hand that had been resting over the back of the couch drops down and curls around you. Joel rests his hand on your hip, but you can feel his fingers creeping down towards your ass. The hand that had been resting on your thighs has been brought up and is now resting on your lower stomach, his fingers teasing the waistband of your soft lounge pants.
You squirm a bit, both due to your rising arousal and also with the slight discomfort of a man putting his hands on your stomach. Joel has made it clear to you many times that he enjoys how soft and plush you are, but you’re still having a hard time accepting that. Something that you’ve been made to feel bad for your entire life, is being celebrated by this man and it’s just another tick on a box of why he’s so incredible.
“Quit wigglin’, you’re gonna get me all worked up before the movie’s over.” You start to feel the result of your wiggling poking you in the backs of your thighs.
You huff at him, giving an eye roll. “You started it.”
“Now that’s not a very sweet way to speak to your daddy, is it baby girl?” The hand that was previously on your hip has given up all pretense and is now fully kneading your ass cheek.
In for a penny in for a pound. You stick your tongue out at him.
“Alright little lady, c’mere.” Joel hauls you up, swinging you around until you’re fully straddling him. You let out a quiet whimper as his chubbed up cock settles directly into your cleft. Both your panties and your lounge pants are thin enough that you can actually see the growing wet spot you’re making.
“Now I don’t know where all that attitude is coming from, but Daddy don’t appreciate his sweet little princess sassin’ him. Thinkin’ you might need a little attitude adjustment sweetheart.”
One of his big hands leaves your ass cheek, only to swing back with a resounding ‘crack’.
Oh.
You bury your face into his neck, going boneless against him, and angling your hips so that your ass is pushed out more.
Joel does it again, this time on your other cheek. You can’t help the small yelp that slips past your lips. Nor the way your hips start rocking, seeking that sweet friction for your swollen clit.
“Now say you’re sorry baby girl.”
You tilt your head back a bit, your lips finding his scruffy jaw. You leave a trail of soft kisses, the end destination his delicious, filthy, mouth. As your lips meet, you bring your hands up to his chest, fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons. You slip your tongue out to meet his, and Joel groans into your open mouth. His hands are still on your ass as he encourages your grinding, his cock now fully hard beneath you and hitting your clit in a way that’s making you feel like these panties might just be a lost cause.
You’ve got his shirt untucked, and unbuttoned, leaving you free reign to run your greedy little fingers through his coarse chest hair.
You lean back, pulling your mouth away from his with reluctance.
“I’m sorry for sassing you Daddy.” Joel’s hand comes up, tangling in your hair and tipping your head back.
“Daddy forgives you baby. Now be a good girl and let me see those fat tits.”
You reach up, pulling your tank top and lounge bra down so that your heavy chest spills out for his viewing pleasure. You’re flushed, pink all the way down to the tops of your breasts, and your nipples are puckered and begging for his mouth.
Joel groans at the sight of you. “Christ, but you’re beautiful darlin’.”
Joel lifts you up onto your knees, and you cry out at the loss of his hard cock from between your pussy lips. But you're rendered speechless when he uses his hands to shove your tits together and sucks both of your nipples into his mouth.
“Daddy!” He sucks hard, the pressure so sharp it’s almost painful, but so exquisite in its agony.
You tangle your fingers in his soft salt and pepper hair, tugging softly.
Joel’s mouth makes a popping sound as he pulls away from your chest. Your nipples are bright red from his attentions, and covered in his spit. He just stares at you for a minute before moving his hands to your hips and ushering you up off his lap.
“Alright, enough’s enough, let’s go.” Joel stands you in front of where he’s seated on the couch, grabs the remote to shut off the tv and then gets up. He looks at you for a second before leaning over to grab you and toss you over his shoulder.
“Joel!”
Reaching up with the arm not banded around your legs, he gives you another solid smack on your ass.
“Nuh-uh baby girl, that’s not what you call me when we’re playin’ like this.”
“Daddy!”
“That’s better.” Making his way quickly into your bedroom, Joel plops you down onto your mattress, parallel to your headboard.
“Now it’s time for Daddy to unwrap his present.” Joel’s hands go to the hem of your shirt, snagging your bra on the way up and over your head, leaving you completely topless. Reaching for your pants next, he pulls those down, leaving you only in your very wet panties.
Joel’s eyes zero in on the wet patch in the crotch of your underwear as he licks his lips.
“Think it’s time for my dessert baby. You gonna let Daddy eat his fill?”
“Yes sir.”
“That’s my good girl.”
Joel goes down onto his knees, kneeling on the floor and pulling your ass to the edge of the bed for easy access. His greedy hands make quick work of divesting you of your panties. Before discarding them on the floor, he brings them up to his face, huffing in a deep breath. You feel a little mortified at the fact that you’re about to fuck a literal panty sniffer, but also fuck if you don’t feel another little rush of wetness from his lewd act.
He tosses your panties over in the direction of your hamper. His hands come up to your inner thighs, pushing you open for his viewing pleasure. Thumbs stroking slowly on your outer lips, the soft peach fuzz there adding to the maddening sensation of his teasing.
“Mmmm Daddy loves this slutty little cunt baby, especially when she’s cryin’ like this.” Joel’s so close to your pussy you can feel his breath on your lips as he speaks, a cooling sensation to your hot, wet core.
“Oh, please Daddy!”
“What is it? You know Daddy likes it when you use your words darlin’. Gotta tell me what you want.”
“Please will you lick my pussy Daddy?”
“‘Course I will princess, especially since you asked your Daddy so nice.”
Joel’s mouth finally descends on your aching cunt. Starting with one long lick from your fluttering hole up to your clit, ending with a harsh suck to the swollen bud.
God you love it when he eats your pussy. He’s such a munch, you almost never go a single intimate encounter with him without him getting his mouth on you. And you can always tell he loves it, sometimes to the point where you know he wants you to enjoy it but sometimes you think he’s just eating you out cause he likes it.
You’ve been so worked up all night, he brings to the edge of oblivion within minutes. At this point your body is coiled so tightly you feel as though you could spring at any second. His mouth is still sucking at your clit, while he pumps two thick fingers in you nice and slow.
“Daddy, pl-please...I'm so, ah, I’m…”
Joel lifts his head for a moment to take you in, continuing the slow tortuous drag of his fingers inside you.
“I know baby, your little honey pot is fluttering against my fingers somethin’ fierce. You want Daddy to make you cum with his mouth or do you wanna cum on Daddy’s cock?”
“B-both please.”
“Oh there’s my greedy girl. This tight little pussy isn’t happy with just one orgasm huh? No, she needs her Daddy to give it to her over, and over, and over huh?”
“Yes! Please!” At this point you’ve got tears leaking out of the corner of your eyes and down into your hair. You feel like you’re about to explode, you just need Joel to light the fuse.
“Alright, darlin’ no need for tears. Daddy’s gonna take good care of his girl, and her sweet little cunny.”
Joel leans his head in close, mouth hovering right over where you want him. Then he opens up and spits on your cunt. His saliva hits your clit and you shudder, his mouth following, going right back to sucking on your fat puffy clit. He curls the fingers inside you, and lightly pulses them against that fleshy little pleasure point inside your channel and it sends you hurtling over the edge.
You black out for what feels like a few minutes, and when you float back down to earth Joel is smattering soft kisses across your belly.
“Mmmm, that was amazing.”
“You deserved it darlin’. You ready to take Daddy’s cock now?”
“Please.”
“Alright baby, scooch up the bed, atta girl, lay your pretty head down on that pillow so Daddy can take care of you.”
Joel arranges you to his liking, flat on your back with your legs hiked up and open for his viewing pleasure. His big body settles in the cradle of your hips and you let out a soft, contented sigh.
Being underneath him like this makes you feel so…secure. His big body fills your vision, blocking you off from the outside world so that all you see, all you feel, all you know is Joel.
Joel’s breathing is heavy now, one hand is planted on the mattress next to your head, the other has a hold of his massive cock. He’s teasing you with it, the bulbous head being dragged through your slick lips. His cockhead teasing your clit with soft wet kisses.
You let out a whine, the need to have him buried inside you burning through your body like fire.
“Shhh, shhh, it’s ok darlin’ Daddy’s gonna give this wet little cunt exactly what she needs.”
He pushes in slow, the stretch almost unbearable. His two fingers hardly prepped you for the monster that he’s slinging. It’s a tight fit every time, but god if it doesn’t hurt so good.
Joel leans back a little to look down at where the two of you are joined. He’s about halfway in, working his fat cock in with shallow little thrusts. You can see your wetness glistening on his shaft and the lewd noises of your wet pussy sucking him in.
“Look at that baby, you’re takin’ me so good. Daddy is so proud of his good girl. Now just relax, and let Daddy in all the way baby. Wanna be buried all the way in this sweet little honey pot.”
You take a deep breath in through your nose, and Joel thrust the rest of the way in. He groans as his cockhead hits the back of your channel, his body coming back down to envelop you. You bring your legs up to hitch around his back, opening yourself up as much as you’re able to.
Joel takes this as the invitation it is and starts pounding into you. It almost pushes the breath out of your lungs. You can’t help but to hold on to his broad back, your nails digging into his shoulder blades.
“That’s it baby, there’s my little hellcat. You gonna leave some scratches on Daddy again this time?”
You’re beyond words at this point, the only noise you can manage are sounds of pleasure so you bite down onto his neck to let him know you heard him.
“Oh fuck yeah, darlin’ gonna be wearin’ your marks for weeks huh? You just can’t help it, can you, gotta let everyone know who I belong to huh? Well you know how Daddy’s gonna let everyone know you’re mine baby?”
He slows his thrusts down, swiveling his hips every time he’s buried deep so that his pelvis grids against your clit.
“Gonna cum inside this pretty little cunt sweetheart. Breed you ‘til you’re knocked up good and proper. They’re gonna see you with a big round belly full of my baby and no one’s gonna come sniffin’ around what’s mine.”
His words send you flying over the edge, raking your nails down his shoulder blades and releasing his neck to cry out in ecstasy.
“Oh fuck yeah honey, milk Daddy’s cock, get all that cum right up inside you. Atta’ girl baby.”
Joel groans that last sentence in your ear as he thrust himself to the hilt inside you. You can feel his cock pulsing, adding his cum to your already soaking wet cunt.
You’re both panting, Joel leaning a little more of his weight onto you as the last spurts of his orgasm fill you.
“God damn you’re fuckin’ perfect darlin’.” Joel huffs as he leans back to pull himself out of you. You whimper as he exits your channel, you can feel his load dripping out of you and down in between your ass cheeks.
Joel steps into your attached bathroom, coming back with a damp wash cloth to clean you up.
You’re limp and boneless, rolling over onto your side and out of the wet spot once he’s done wiping away your combined mess.
Joel joins you back in the bed after bringing you a glass of water from the kitchen.
You take a sip, handing the glass back to him.
“No fair using my breeding kink against me.” You say as he takes his sip of the water.
“What can I say darlin’? I was close to bustin’ and I know just what’ll push you over every time.”
He kisses your shoulder as he reaches across to put the water on your nightstand.
“Now get some shut eye baby girl. Sweet dreams.” He places a soft kiss on your lips and then tucks himself in behind you, one arm under your neck, and the other slung over your waist with his hand placed right under your breasts.
You mumble a goodnight as you drift off into a peaceful slumber, totally relaxed from the two orgasms you just had.
And when you wake the next morning it’s to the smell of coffee and pancakes in the kitchen.
