dbf!Joel x Reader: colors of autumn so bright [just before they lose it all] (2/4)
Plot: Your love was growing -- faster than the wind, passionate as sin.
Tags: HUGE age gap, daddy kink, daddy issues, dd/lg-ish if you squint, teasing, tradition mindset, reader wants to be a mom and a wife, reader has straight to wavy hair, can be read as a standalone but for details read chapter 1, SMUT, p in v,breeding kink, creampie, blasphemy, explicit hunting, she fell first but he's gonna fall even harder, MINORS DNI.
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[A/N: Sorry this took so long. This is dedicated to Taylor for letting me live vicariously through her romcom life]
He was too damn handsome for his own good.
Strong, brooding, and so so tall that if a minor earthquake passed your town, you think he wouldn’t feel it. It feels as if nothing he doesn’t allow could ever touch you if you were in between his arms. Making it so tempting to test your hypothesis and live in his skin.
To this day you couldn’t help but think of his ex-wife as insane for ever thinking of leaving him but thanks to her you get the absolute pleasure of now fighting for the vacant spot on his side. And if you have to push and shove and hit your way to get there then those harpies surrounding him better watch their backs.
Especially when he had now shown that he wanted you too, you could feel yourself buzzing with just complete and utter happiness even though he was quick to go back to treating you just like his friend’s daughter, sometimes just blatantly hiding from you. You didn’t care. He wants you – wants you so bad it is driving him insane.
At every ignored jab he usually reprimands you for you can see his lips twitch, at every moment the two of you had to cross paths the veins on the back of his hands popped out of his skin as if from the effort to not reach out and every time he thinks you’re not looking at him you can feel his eyes running all over your body, rabid but warm.
Now, the cards are out and you get back the confidence to be more brazen with your approach.
Because he was … everything. Everything you wanted in a man. Traditional in the best way – from what you know it was part of what he and his ex-wife were fighting about. He wanted her home, to create and maintain a family, and she had a booming career that she wanted to prioritize. They were getting older so he knew there was no point in wasting any more of his life or hers by being together when they clearly didn’t have any plans to compromise.
But you ... oh, you could give him everything.
When your friends were talking about high-paying careers and fast lives in the city, you were having baby fevers and dreaming of spending the rest of your life leisurely watching a certain dark-haired man work in your backyard while he provided you with everything you could ever want.
God, he was perfect. Every time you were around him you turned into a bumbling, stumbling, idiot, and yet somehow, he always found it endearing. The familiar playful pointed look thrown your way before he gives in to what you want or do small chores you don’t want to do.
Like zipping up your dress.
“There,” he spoke softly, catching your eyes in the mirror, the rough texture of his hands sliding to your waist. “All done, bunny.”
Thank God, you had caught him today. Screaming a small ‘Joel can you help me with something?’, right in front of your dad knowing it would be definitely weird if he said no. Joel is worse than your own father when it comes to doing your whims and your dad knows it. So as not to raise any suspicion he had no choice but to go up the stairs finally trapped with you.
Quickly you turned, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer till you could see the tense muscles in his handsome face closely. Pressing a kiss on his cheek you whispered, “Thank you, daddy.”
“Really?” A sharp sting rushed into your ass, making you squeal, firm hands gripping it. “No games today, little girl.” He pointed a finger right at your nose.
You shook your head, not failing to notice that he was yet to remove himself from your arms. God knows he could’ve. You’ve seen him throw sacks of dirt effortlessly on the farm. He could probably lift a horse off the ground if he wanted to. Somebody like you will surely be no effort if it’s him.
He sucked in a sharp breath, both thumbs running over the barely-there lace of your underwear. He hooked his thumbs over it, pulling and letting it snap back to your flesh. “I told you to stop wearing this shit.”
If he wanted you to stop he should stop giving you the reaction you craved. The lines on his forehead grow deeper to reflect his disapproval. “Should I just stop wearing panties altogether, hm? Seem to hate ‘em so much.”
Despite himself, he couldn’t help but let out a warm breath of laughter, smoothing his hand at the back of your head as you pressed soft kisses on his neck. “Go get changed, baby. It’s breezy today and you’re gonna give one of those poor husbands downstairs a stroke.”
What you really want is to give their wives a headache. Oh, if they could only see you now -- wrapped around his freakishly large, virile body. His work-worn hands firmly massaging the soft, fleshy meat of your hips as if taming it, soothing the little monster in you that is slowly getting greedier and greedier for his touch.
“Dun’ wanna,” you pressed the words in the sensitive skin of his neck. It’s been a week from ‘the incident’ since the two of you were to be in the same place for longer than five minutes. Your need to be pretty for him all the time overriding your rational thoughts. “Joel –”
“Joel!”
You jumped at your father’s voice. Joel on the other hand was quick to push you behind him as if protecting you from whatever it was that was coming your way. It makes you warm. Your womb turning in itself screaming for you to take him. Just bite whatever self-respect you have for yourself and just do the first move and beg on your knees till he agreed to cum inside you.
You’re going to have him no matter what. You’re gonna have a strong, protective husband that will provide you with children he will spoil that you’ve been dreaming about ever since you learned boys your age sucked. He just needs to understand that this is something that you truly want – so desperate to have.
“Did you get lost in there? People are starting to ask for you!”
You groaned just as Joel sighed, letting you wrap your arms around his, relieved at not getting found out by your father but also starting to feel the horrible realization that the two of you have to mingle. You were more of a butterfly than Joel but it’s the fact that you have to pretend that there is nothing between the two of you that makes you dread it.
Joel might not admit it but you know there is something else there – something more. Something uncontrollable and inevitable no matter how much he tries to tame it. You’ve decided to take the easy way out and just do what your desires tell you while Joel battles his conscience every waking moment of his every day.
But you guess you just love him more because of that.
“Alright, bunny,” he whispered, patting the back of your hands that wrapped around his waist while you buried your face in his back, the smell of him so comforting to your anxious heart. Just one more minute. “We gotta go.”
Despite his limited tolerance for acquaintances, it seemed people just flocked to him. Especially women. You wish you could claw their eyes out.
It was like the 4th of July. Your dad likes to go overboard when celebrating the end of his favorite season, gathering his friends and acquaintances one last time before the cold seeps in. You’ve been used to the quiet plains of your land with only your dad, Joel, and a couple of horses as company seeing your house so full of barely familiar faces makes you take a deep breath, heart pounding rapidly in your chest as if preparing for war.
But you grit your teeth and fake a smile through it, ever the dutiful daughter. Especially when you saw the women immediately start to crowd around Joel, laughing at his short quips like he was an award-winning comedian.
“You’re too much, Joel,” a woman cackled, her long nails grabbing Joel’s forearm as she threw her head back.
You rolled your eyes.
This shit has to end. And if you have to do it yourself then so be it.
“I could get used to more get-togethers like these? How about another one before the summer ends?”
You caught the end of their conversation, a small circle unconsciously forming with your dad and Joel at the center of it. Who knew the high school clichés don’t end in high school?
“I’d love to but this grouch here got plans already!” your father guffawed, reveling at the sad “awes” that followed, sneakily poking Joel with his elbows. “Joel is gonna start the new season pestering the wildlife. A true recluse, he is.”
“Oh right, you got a patch of the woods, isn’t that right, Joel?” You could swear the married woman’s eyes just sparkled at the prospect of being the next Mrs. Miller when she is still currently Mrs. Smith. She’d have to snatch that title over your dead body.
‘Yeah,” he mumbled through his bottle as he chugged the last of it, suspicious but completely unaware of the plan forming perfectly in your head. “Down south of m’land.”
You caught his eyes as you passed by, he quirked a brow at the glint in your glossed lips as you smiled at him sweetly. “It ain’t much.”
Oh, you grinned, but it’s fucking perfect, Joel.
The should-be-burning sun was finally tame and soothing as the cold breeze from the coming fall surrounded him. His footsteps even despite dragging a large carcass of a deer on a slight uphill.
He would need to bleed it out, dry and process each part of the meat as efficiently as he could so he could store it for the upcoming winter months. God, if you want to save your poor son’s soul let it get colder already, he doesn’t think he could handle another day of you parading around in your summer dresses. Maybe when he had that harsh cold of the winter on his side it would become a fair fight and he would gain his sanity back.
A sound from by the bushes caught his attention, making him remember the trap he offhandedly placed there.
Dropping the rope connected to the deer to grab onto the metal trap, pulling it up to see that a terrified wild rabbit had gotten caught in it. Like clockwork, his mind had started running on ways he could use it.
Rabbit meat sounds nice tonight, the bones would go straight to his compost pit, and the skin will be made into new winter gloves for you –
“Jesus Christ,” he shut his eyes, breathing out deeply to calm himself down.
He had exiled himself to the farthest part of his land as he could to keep him away and yet you’re conniving pretty little hands still managed to grab onto his head and haunt him in any way you could. He’d thought he’d done pretty well not replying to your text a few hours ago.
‘I want pumpkin spice pls’
‘IT DOES NOT COST 200 DOLLARS WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU’
He’d sent the money more out of whim knowing you like to get your nails done to match each season and if you were driving all the way to the town for some coffee, he knew it meant you were going to your favorite nail lady. A few months ago, he’d picked you up there and your nails did look pretty but the drink you had gotten was too syrupy.
Maybe that’s why you tasted so sweet when he –
He took a second to take a deep breath deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose hoping it would put his brain back on his head. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
With skill, he removed the lock from the gate of the trap, placing it back on the ground and gently kicking it to spook the rabbit out.
At least that’s one defenseless animal safe from him.
He hung the gutless deer in the cold walk-in fridge in the annex of his cabin, making a mental note on how he should prepare it tomorrow to use all of its parts. With a hard pull, he made sure the door was locked before taking the short trek up the main cabin while wiping the remaining droplets of water from his freshly washed hands. A sense of quiet relief at the thought of finally spending a quiet night to himself.
However, just as he was about to go inside his eyes fell down and got caught by the bright yellow strappy sandals on his doorstep that definitely wasn’t there when he left. His heart jumped to his throat. All of his blood rushing to places it shouldn’t be going. As if he was on an episode of Punked! he looked around suspiciously just waiting for you to jump at him.
Finding nothing but the sound of the wind snickering through the trees he turned back to his door.
This wasn't happening. He left knowing his self-control was in the tethers only for the devil to pull a fast one on him by trapping him with you, acres away from civilization? Acres away from any consequence?
Gritting on his teeth he pushed it open. Fuck.
Immediately, he saw the half-empty Starbucks cup on the side table by the door that he knows he fucking paid for. You’ve got to be fucking kidding him. A trail of clothes going up his stairs had him seeing red. Looks like another little bunny had been scurrying in places they shouldn’t be in. Despite his conscience screaming at him to turn back down for the life of him he couldn’t turn around. Instead, he followed the pretty trail made just for him, leading him straight into his bedroom.
He felt like a pissed-off bull, getting tempted by some goddamn scraps of cloth.
Signing his deal with the devil, he opened the doors that he knew contained the succubus sent to drag him down to hell.
“Hi, daddy.”
At least it would be a pretty end for a dirty old man like him.
Joel looked at her like a man at the precipice of insanity but if you asked him, he’d say he’d way past crossed that line.
He’s tried – God and all his saints know he’s tried to be a good man. To not fall to your charms, to give you the benefit of the doubt that all the passing touches, fluttering lashes, and barely there kisses were nothing but his imagination at best and innocent misplaced affections at worst.
He even choked up that incident as nothing more but a mistake. As painful and disgusting to think of such an exhilarating feeling as a slip but he had to. He was not going to ruin you by binding your life to his.
But the sight of your naked form in his bed shattered that illusion.
“What’re you doing, bunny?”
Bunny.
He’s called her that for as long as he’s known her. He winces at the thought – a reminder of how absolutely fucked up the shitshow he’s just walked into. How the fuck did you even get here?
You bite your lips. His jaw locks.
“You know, people always asked me what I wanted to do with my life,” he tried to be patient when instead of answering his question you went on a nonchalant tangent. If it wasn’t so goddamn quiet in his summer cabin, he wouldn’t have heard you. You pushed yourself up until you were supported by your arms behind you, his dark blanket falling to your waist and baring down your bare chest to his rabid eyes. The sliver of orange autumn sunset rays that slipped through the trees illuminated your body, a bright light that ran from her right shoulder down to her navel – teasing, beckoning, torturing him.
God could’ve struck him down right then and he didn’t think he would’ve blinked.
“And it got me thinking –”
“That’s dangerous.”
You smirked, and yet the plump in your lips made it look angelic and almost innocent. Almost.
“I’ve always wanted to be a young mother.”
His eyes twitched, his molars could crack at the force he was biting down on it. From the way his head was heating up, he was pretty sure smoke was coming out of his nose at your statement. The red-blooded monster inside him was begging to just push the persistently annoying angel on his right shoulder and go for the kill – to feast on the young woman who was basically presenting herself down just for him.
“Babygirl,” he sighed, trying to remain calm and logical but it seemed his body refused to listen to him as it took the steps needed so his knees hit the edge of his bed. Little toes were quick to rub up his legs from under the blanket. Before he could think, he grabbed the thick cloth, threw it on the floor, and dragged you by your ankle to where he was like a barbarian, almost robotically guiding the length of your thighs over his hips as he crawled in between your spread-out limbs.
Giggling delightfully, you looked up at him as he placed a knee in between her legs, a few inches away from where you needed him the most. “You have your life ahead of you. You don’t know –”
You cupped his face, dainty fingers smoothing over the tense muscles of his jaw. Joel could feel his self-control fraying at the edges. “But I do know what I want,” you insist, sighing as you look at his face like he is the most beautiful thing in this land. It almost made him uncomfortable, not used to getting stared at like that. “I … I want to be a mother, Joel. I want a strong husband to take care of, who will protect me, provide for me, take care of me and my babies.”
Despite knowing those sweet words were meant to let his guard down by stroking his base ego he still damn near growls at the image you are conjuring up with your words.
He can do that. He knows he’ll be good at that. His hefty bank account had probably grown cobwebs from the lack of action it had gotten. A couple of his brats could probably cause a good dent in that.
The small smile you were sporting turned into a grin, the crazed look in his eyes told you you’ve finally stuck oil.
His calloused hand ran from your waist to the side of your breast, a finger plucking one of your pebbling nipples and pinching them like he couldn’t help it, already imagining the milk that would be dripping from it he managed to knock you up. You whined and he pressed a kiss to your thumb nearest to his lips.
“You can do all that, bunny,” he agrees. If that’s what you wanted then you were a grown woman who can do whatever you wanted. “But not with me.”
This time your bottom lip trembled into a pout, your eyes filling with tears that just cracked at what he thought was his dead heart. He let you hug him tightly, pulling you up until you were sat at the edge of the bed with him so the two of you could have a proper conversation about … all this.
“Why?” you sounded like a petulant child, sniffling and rubbing on your eyes.
“Baby,” he grabbed your hands and hooked them over his shoulders, this time it was him who gripped your waist to keep you sturdy. “You’re barely in your twenties and I’m an old fucking man.”
Plus, your father would definitely crucify him in the town square if he found out he touched his precious daughter.
She looks down at her lap and he does the same. He stands corrected, she wasn’t fully naked, a thin piece of lacy garter ran from her barely covered crotch and into her shapely waist. It took everything in him not to push her back to his bed and flip her so he could see where the rest of it went.
“But I like that you’re old,” you whimpered pathetically, playing with the hints of grey on his hair. “It makes me feel safe. Like … like I could turn off my brain when I’m with you.”
Joel sighed, craning his neck to let you nip on it, hoping pressing kisses on it would ground you enough to actually listen.
Joel had noticed your tendency to do that. On your own, you are a woman who could get everything you wanted by hook or crook. But the moment he was in your vicinity it was like you couldn’t tie your shoelaces if he wasn’t there to help. He won’t stand there and pretend to be a better man by saying he didn’t like it. It flipped something primal in him – to have such a pretty young thing to take care of and who clearly and willingly depended on him for damn near everything.
“Bun –”
“I really want your babies, Joel,” you whimpered, this time pulling his neck so he had no choice but to let his face be barraged with a flurry of kisses, one or two even landing on his lips. A flurry of desperation and panic is slowly building up in your chest. One that could send her straight into a panic attack if Joel ever said no. “Please, daddy. I really, really want ‘em.”
You had somehow managed to coax his mouth into a wet and steamy kiss, one that had you sucking on his tongue, gulping as if his spit was the only thing you needed after a day under the sun. He couldn’t help but slap his rough hands on your thighs, the falling tears on your waterline only making him harder.
God, you tasted as sweet as he remembered – with a hint of sweet cinnamon.
“You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” he growled, the last thread of any form of control and sanity in his head snapping as he finally did what he had wanted for so long. Standing up he manhandled you by your waist so he could turn you around, making him swallow in appreciation when his curiosity was finally sated – the string of your thong damn near getting eaten up by your greedy drooling cunt. “Can’t take no for a fucking answer.”
You arched your back, presenting your pussy for him to see, tears refilling your eyes both from the fear of his rejection and the need for him to eat you up whole till it felt like your entire chest was in flames.
“Please, please, please,” you whined, squirming your hips, huge blobs of tears falling down your face knowing it tugs at the old man’s heart. “You hafta’.”
“Have to what, bunny?” he cooed, a rough palm cradling the meat of your ass to steady you then pulling it apart lewdly just to watch it bounce back into place. He chuckled cruelly at the sob you let out.
“You hafta’ take care of me,” you demand desperately. Damn near banging your fists on his bed and sobbing. “You always take care of me! Please, daddy!”
Fucking brat in his bed. He got no one to blame for it but himself – always giving in to your pretty eyes, weak for your big bunny tears that always threaten to fall at the word ‘no’ or that sweet, bright smile you always reward him when he brings you whatever you want.
He sighed, crawling with you in between him to press a kiss on your shoulders, then your cheek right where a tear stained across it. “Alright, calm down, now. You gotta be sure, sweetheart.”
“I am, I am!”
“No.” This time he was firm, one of his hands grabbing your cheeks harshly into a pout and making you look up at him. Even upside down, he was the most handsome man you have ever seen.
“We do this and there’s no going back. You understand, bunny? You let me do this and you’re not leaving my fucking bed until I’m damn sure my cum has taken in that little cunt of yours. Do you understand?”
Joel is the worst at scaring you off – always threatening you with a good time.
You nodded, “I’m sure, Joel.”
There was a moment of silence, the two of you just looking at each other before he nodded once, sealing your fate and his. Letting his hold on your cheeks loosen, his thumb running down your bottom lip to open it. He leaned down and slid his tongue into your slacked mouth.
It was dirty and rough, as if the thread that held on so tightly to the monster he suppressed snapped clean and it was hungry. And you were the feast that was sacrificed for it to devour.
When he broke the kiss, leaving you with your tongue out. He gathered a thick glob of his saliva and let it drop down, holding on to your chin so he could watch you swallow it with your mouth open. Even pushing yourself back up to suck on his tongue till he pushed you back down, chuckling at you pouting your lips.
“Open your legs,” he whispered, pressing a kiss on your cheeks. “Now.”
Giddy, and drunk off of him, you used whatever was left of your brain to push the side of your face into his bed. The smell of his musk pulled you deeper into a haze as you arched your back like the pretty pet that you were, showing Joel what he now owned.
“God in heaven,” he chuckled to himself. “Aren’t you just so pretty, bunny.”
“Jus’ for you,” you hum, closing your eyes once you feel his kisses press at the back of your thighs, the scratch of his beard just the perfect contrast of his soft kisses. It felt like little jolts of electricity that kept getting closer to where you were most yearning for him, the rough, warm pad of your tongue licking up what dripped down the inside of your thigh.
A whimper unwillingly slipped out of your mouth when he finally pressed a deep kiss to your puffy pussy, catching your clit in his mouth and giving it a mean suck. Your hips instinctively flinched away from the overwhelming pressure but he had felt it coming, his sturdy arms already wrapping under your legs pressing your pussy harder into his brutal mouth.
“Oh God! Joel! Aah, don’t stop,” You could feel your hips moving and stuttering, Joel’s fingers digging deep into your skin to help your movement. The quiet and short sounds he keeps letting out let you know he’s not doing this just for you as he ate your pussy like it held his favorite cream.
“Dreamt of this little cunt, bunny. Tastes so fucking good,” he murmured in between sucks, the wet sounds of his lips on your core was so lewd in the quiet of his cabin. It does nothing but push you deeper into an oncoming orgasm.
“Could’ve had it sooner,” you teased which earned you a firm smack right at the seam of your cunt that just drove you right into an uncontrollable explosion of pleasure, your toes curling, body jolting so harshly as you could only scream his name.
“Too fucking easy,” Arrogant prick.
It would be insulting how easily he played with your body except you didn’t have the time to be when he pulled back. You whined, turning to him to see him standing at the foot of the bed, smiling at you. His hands busy removing all of his clothing, finally baring his body that you could only sneak glances off during pool days in the summer.
“You really are too goddamn beautiful to be this much of a slut.” He chuckled, crawling into bed once he was as naked as you were. You couldn’t respond, only staring at the large member in his hands looking so angry and mean.
“Oh God,” A whimpering breath escaped you.
“Not a virgin, aren’t you?” You shook your head, he chuckled lowly. “Course not, pretty thing like you must have a fucking line on her door, hm?”
He slapped your ass; you shook your head at his accusations. You tried to turn but he was quick to loop your hair in his hand, the other on the curve of your back to keep you in place. Ass up, mouth shut.
“No, no, bunny,” he tutted, spitting on the crack of your ass, the tingling sensation of his spit dripping from your ass to the slit of your cunt had you panting. “You act like a slut you get fucked like one, hm? Gotta set you straight before you become the mother of my children.”
Children.
His strong chest covered your back, letting go of your hair to curl it right below your chest, fingers already pinching your nipple. The warmth of his touch had you panting, overheated, sensitive even to the feel of his lips gently running across your neck.
“If it gets too much just say the words ‘red’,” he instructs seriously. When you don’t answer he pinched your imprisoned nipple harder until you keened. “Understand?”
“Yes,” you gasped. “Yes, daddy.”
He seems to have been satisfied with your answer as he finally pressed the blunt head of his cock into your warmth. You choked on a breath.
You’ve done it. You won. Joel Miller is fucking you.
“Breathe with me, baby. Gotta get you used to it,” he murmurs in your ear. “That’s it, breathe, in” he pushes, you let out a broken whimper, so full. It was just a bit too much. “Breathe out. Good girl, such a good girl. Breathe with daddy, baby. Can’t have you passing out.”
His tone was kind and yet his thrusts were short but deep and vengeful – as if it was your fault he took too long to take your cunt for himself. As if you didn’t spend the dying summer offering it for him.
“Daddy …” You felt when all of his length was inside you, the intense feeling of being so full if he pushed an inch deeper you could explode. He was so big. So, so big – you could almost taste stars. The dirty daydreams you conjured up in your head every time you touched yourself at night couldn’t compare. “So full.”
“Just not used to it yet, bunny,” He gives another experimental push, reveling at your pleasured moans. “We have to work hard *grunt* and get your little pussy got used to my cock, hm? You think you can work hard for me, baby?”
You nod your head eagerly, not finding the strength to formulate any answers, your head lolling as his thrusts gets faster and deeper. The pleasure and pain were a perfect cocktail that had you losing all brain function as you focused on the wet slap of your skin, the irregular pinch and nips all over your body from his rough fingers and sharp teeth, and the brutal paradise he is wrecking on your cunt.
God, you love him so much.
You heard him laugh behind you, “You sure that ain’t just your pussy talking, bunny?”
What? Did you say that out loud?
“Cock-drunk, little girl, falling in love with the first good fuck she gets,” He was being mean again. “All the more reason I chain you to my bed, hm? I’m not taking any chances with another man getting a taste of this pussy.”
The hand on your hips moves to your clit, “Oh God! Joel! I’m gonna -- ”
“Cum,” he orders, pounding into you until you were damn near flat on the bed, your ass only raised because of his grip. “Be a good girl and cum, bunny.”
One firm swirl on your clit and you screamed, the birds outside Joel’s window flying away in terror. Your body threatened to curl on itself, pushing your pussy deeper into his hips until you felt him groan and release into your greedy hole.
Despite yourself, a drunk, dopey smile grew on your face. Finally, after years of patience, you’re right where you belong. Roped in his arms, knowing you can rest. This time it was him who would never let go.
The setting sun held the secrets that will inevitably escape but for now, this love is just yours. Hidden behind a forest of resting trees and wooden walls of his domain. For now, you are swimming in his scent, buried between the heavy sheets that threatened to drown you of your love.
So, for now, you cling to him and he lets himself be your anchor.
And if there truly were cruel Gods looking down at you then they would note: right at the precipice of autumn, Joel Miller let himself fall.
Y’all I love the passion of everyone’s beliefs on what Dave York would or wouldn’t do but please do not send me anons to @ the other anon. I was iffy about answering the first ask anyway, and I know no one really gives a shit but I do actually have pretty severe anxiety from some past experiences I don’t really want to dredge up, but I’d really appreciate if y’all just didn’t. I’m already in a not great space mentally and I try to use this place as an escape, and I am honest to god constantly just teetering on just leaving entirely and this really isn’t helping. So I am asking nicely to please take it somewhere else. Thank you.
this. this is how it looks, the way some of y’all edit pictures and try to pass it off as the original. like, do you see??? do you se show ridiculous and obvious it is????? please…… unsmooth that man right now
Pairing: Step-dad!Joel Miller x Step-daughter!reader
Summary: When your stepdad finds out you and your boyfriend haven't had sex yet, he tells you the reason is that you're a virgin, but thankfully... he can help with that.
Warnings: step-incest, manipulation, straight-out lying, hence dub-con, Perv!Joel, predatory behavior, very very naive and innocent reader |Smut| fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), virginity loss, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, dacryphilia, and daddy-kink. Joel is a full-on perv in this one ok, don't say I didn't warn ya,
a/n: this is wrong and weird and for the first time since i opened this blog, i actually doubted whether i should post something or not, but at the end of the day this is all fake and i do not condone in any way what's portrayed in this fic. And please for the love of god read the warnings and just scroll if you don't like what you see.
"c'mere" he instructed, pulling you into his lap like he always did when Mom wasn't around.
"there's nothing wrong with this" he had explained the first time it happened "Your mom just doesn't need to know about everything"
You nestled your head into the crook of his neck as you continued watching the movie, while his hands settled around your waist and onto your naked thigh.
He always made you wear skirts when you were alone, he even bought you some, and each time they got shorter. Once, you had asked him why, and as always, he had an explanation
"It's good for your skin, sweetheart, your legs need to breathe"
The one you were wearing right now, for example, a very cute baby pink one, barely covered your butt, which must have meant it was very healthy for your skin.
And then of course for the same exact reason, when Mom wasn't home, bras were banned, and you could only wear small tank tops, preferably very low cut and that let your stomach breathe.
You didn't mind the rules Joel had given you, you trusted him, and he knew what was better for you.
Plus, you would have been lying if you said you didn't like all the attention he gave you, even if it was just when you were alone. You loved how much he obviously cared about you, and you loved even more letting him take care of you.
You had never had a dad, unless you count the first three months of your life before your real dad decided to split, so now that you had such a good step-dad, you felt on top of the world, and even if you were 18, you didn't mind being taken care of like no dad ever had.
If he had offered to read you bedtime stories to get you to sleep, you would have probably accepted just to see what you had missed out on, that's how desperate you were.
You wrapped your hands around his neck, clinging to his warm self, and letting his scent wrap around you in the best way.
"You comfortable?" he asked, as his fingers gently drew patterns on your legs
"yes daddy"
Oh, that's right. Calling him daddy was another rule, if not the most important one.
"good" he said, kissing the crown of your head
Ghostface appeared behind Tara on the screen, and you tightened your hold on him a little bit.
"You scared, babygirl?"
"'m not scared daddy, I've watched this movie like ten times" you giggled
"What a brave girl" he cooed "You're not scared of anything huh?"
"no 'm scared of lots of things daddy, just not horror movies"
"ah that's right" he murmured "You're still scared of spiders, aren't you pretty girl?"
"Well of course" you nodded "but I have you to get rid of them"
"of course you do" he smiled, pulling your legs closer to him by the back of your knees, and making you beam happily.
Your whole backside was exposed now, making you blush a little bit.
You knew there was nothing wrong with this, but you still felt a little insecure about showing so much of yourself to Joel.
He didn't seem to notice as his hand went right to the newly revealed skin.
His hands always felt good against you, in a way you had never quite experienced, they were so big... and so rough, and oh so warm. If you could, you'd let him touch you all day every day.
Suddenly, a ching ran through the room, startling you.
Joel's soft chuckle vibrated through his chest and into yours.
"Not scared huh?"
"I just wasn't expecting that" you whined, removing your hands from him to reach onto the coffee table.
You had to stretch your whole body to do that, giving Joel a full view of your white cotton panties, and what they were trying to cover.
If Joel's cock was hard before, it was now quickly reaching the painfully hard territory.
"Oh sweetie" he tutted, as you grabbed the phone.
"what?" you asked, a tint of panic in your tone.
"it's just these panties..." he trailed off, as his fingers reached for them "This fabric is not good for you darlin'"
"These too?" you asked, a tad disappointed.
It seemed none of the panties you owned were ever good for your skin.
"Yes babygirl," he shook his head "here, let me help you, I'll take them off for you" he said, starting to gently drag them down your legs.
"but daddy-"
"what?" he stopped "I'm just looking out for you sugar, I just want you to be real healthy"
"A-alright" you nodded "I-if you say so"
"There's no need to be shy, babygirl, I'm your daddy, I only do what's best for you" he promised, tugging your underwear until they pooled at your knees.
Joel had to bite down a groan at the sight of your perfect little pussy.
"I know," you said, swallowing slowly
"Tell you what," he spoke, "I think it's best from now on if you just don't wear any panties when we're alone alright?"
"Sure daddy" you agreed "Can I sit back down now?"
"Of course" he urged, bringing you back into his lap, and slowly taking off your panties completely.
You checked your phone to see who had texted you, already forgetting about what had just happened, when Joel noticed something as he inspected your pretty little panties.
"These are wet babygirl," he said, holding them up for you to see.
your cheeks flushed a little bit as you looked up from your phone.
"Is-Is that bad?"
What if the fabric of your panties was so bad that it made you sick?
You hated being sick
The expression on his face was unreadable, he was looking at you differently.
"Does this happen to you a lot?" he asked, ignoring your question
"O-only sometimes...when I'm with you" you whispered "A-am I sick daddy?"
And then he did the last thing you were expecting, he smiled "no" he shook his head "You're not sick sweetie"
"oh" you breathed, relieved "then what is it?"
"It jus' means you like spendin' time with me a lot"
"Well of course I do" you giggled, looking back at your phone.
Joel watched you for a moment more, your face so innocent... too pretty for your own good, before pocketing the panties to add to his collection.
He didn't understand how you still hadn't noticed half your underwear had disappeared from its drawer.
"who was it?" he asked, once he had placed his hands on your ass, and on your inner thigh, feeling the warmth of your core closer and closer to his fingers.
"Just Chad" you answered "he's asking if I can hang out with him tomorrow night"
"mh" he considered.
He never liked Chad much
"This Chad" he started "he's good to you right?"
"Yes daddy" you stifled a laugh "You don't have to ask me every time I bring him up"
"Jus' wanna make sure" he shrugged "You're being safe and everything?"
"what do you mean?" you frowned "I don't think there's anything risky about going out to eat once in a while"
"now that's not what I meant babygirl" he smirked
"oh" you breathed "what did you mean then?"
"I meant to ask if you're usin' protection"
"Protection?" your frown just deepened.
You lived in Austin Texas, not the Wild West, protection from what, mosquitoes?
"Yeah protection, sugar" he nodded
"From what?" you asked, more confused than ever.
"oh baby girl" he laughed softly, leaning back onto the couch "condoms. You use condoms?"
And in an instant, your face had turned red.
"Oh, I- We- I haven't- we didn't-"
That's all you could muster from your flustered state.
Joel's amusement left his face in a second to make space for something... else.
He had prompted this subject just to see you all embarrassed, and hear you talk about what he dreamed of doing every night with you, but this... this had just gotten interesting.
"you haven't done it?" he asked
It took a moment before you finally managed to shake your head no.
His grip on your thigh got tighter
"why's that?"
Your teeth let go of your bottom lip so you could respond.
"I-I don't know"
All it took was another look at you, at your big blown-out eyes, at your red cheeks, and it all came together.
"sweetheart," he said gently "are you a virgin?"
Your forehead creased again in puzzlement.
"w-what's that?"
His lips pulled into a smirk, and you watched each muscle on his face with curiosity.
"Oh baby" he smiled "I mean have you ever had sex?"
Your chest was rising and falling so quickly that you wondered how long it would take for you to hyperventilate.
The redness of your skin had now spread to your ears and neck too.
"I-I" you mumbled, avoiding his eyes
"Sweetie" he cooed, gently guiding your face to look up at him "You can tell me"
You gulped, looking into his hazel eyes.
Oh, how stupid you were being. Of course you can tell daddy.
"No" you slowly shook your head.
"Ah" he hummed "then that's why"
"That's why what?" you asked
Now, a good man would have stopped there, a good man would have dropped this right there... but good men didn't fantasize about their step-daughters, good men didn't come up with rules to watch them walk around the house half naked, good men didn't pull their panties down just to catch a glimpse of what they'd been dreaming of for months, and Joel, well Joel was already going to hell, so why not make the final jump.
"That's why Chad hasn't had sex with you"
"W-what?"
He wet his lips, not thinking about anything else but how good that pretty cunt of yours must feel around his cock.
"No guy wants to be a girl's first, babygirl" he murmured, stroking your cheek.
"Really?" your eyes widened at the realization "but- why?"
"lots of reasons sweetie" he explained "girls tend to... get attached"
"oh" your perfect mouth created the cutest little o
"yeah baby" he nodded "I'm sorry"
Your eyes were starting to water, and your throat was getting clogged up
"but then... who's ever gonna want to make love to me?"
make love? god you were so innocent
"you want Chad to make love to you, pretty girl?"
You were pouting so cutely Joel's heart was starting to break a little bit.
"I mean- maybe... I don't know" you murmured, tears falling from your eyes now "but he's never gonna want to now!" you sobbed
He wiped away your tears with his thumb before bringing you closer to his chest, giving you a big tight hug.
"It's ok sugar, shh" he calmed you down.
"H-how is he ever gonna want to make love to me?" you asked, raising your doe eyes to him.
And there it was, his free pass to the flames of hell.
"Well, there is a way," he said gently
"W-what?" you stumbled over your words
"I could help you out" he spoke
"H-how?"
His eyes darted from your watery eyes to your pretty pink mouth.
"I could be your first"
Your heart missed a beat.
"Y-you?"
"Yeah sweetheart, that way you can tell Chad you're not a virgin, and he'll for sure want to make love to you "
Your eyes sparked up
"Really?" you beamed "Y-you'd do that for me?"
"Of course" he promised, "What else are daddies for?"
"Oh thank you, daddy!" You threw your arms around him to hug him like your life depended on it "You're the best"
He grinned into your hair, thanking every existing being for having granted him such a gift: you.
"oh sweetheart, trust me it's you who's the best" he murmured.
You leaned away, a smile from ear to ear plastered on your face "So-uhm- How does this work?"
He smiled at your eagerness
"Well, first of all, we gotta get on a bed" he explained "so wrap your arms and legs around me and hold on tight baby girl"
"Like this?" you asked, after obliging
"Perfect" he nodded before standing up from the couch.
A soft whimper fled your mouth as he made you bounce a little bit to set you better on his body.
"Calm down sweetie, I'm here" he cooed, starting to walk up the stairs, and before you realized, you were in your room.
"why didn't we go to your room?" you wondered aloud
"I just like yours better" he dismissed your question as he settled you on the bed.
You looked around the walls and posters and floor you knew so well and then back at him.
You didn't think he'd ever been in here before, and it was such a weird image.
he looked so out of place in such a girly space.
"and now?" you asked, looking up at him expectantly.
He smirked "Now we take off these pretty clothes of yours"
"O-oh, alright" you nodded, watching as he kneeled in front of you.
His hands went to your tank top first, slowly seeping underneath it before taking it off of you.
A small groan left his throat, and you observed how his eyes focused on your breasts.
"I-is there something wrong?"
"No, sweetie, I'm just real happy to help you, 's all"
You smiled cheerfully at that.
He was always so nice.
"Now we gotta take off this skirt" he explained, gently pulling it down for you until it pooled at your feet.
You didn’t think you'd ever seen Joel smile so wide.
"Good God baby girl" he breathed, taking each and every inch of you in like you were a piece of art in a museum "You're real pretty, you know that?"
Your cheeks reddened as your lips pulled into a shy smile.
"T-thank you" you mumbled
He stroked your thighs a little, but way too soon he was standing up.
He reached into his back pocket for something, and a moment later his phone was in his hand.
You watched as he swiped somewhere on the screen and then took a step back to make sure the camera didn't miss any part of you.
"What are you doing?" you asked, curious more than anything.
"Takin' some pictures"
"Oh," you murmured "W-why?"
"Don't worry baby, 's just me" he reassured you, now stepping closer to you again to caress your cheek softly, making you forget all about your worries.
"Do you think you could pose for me a little?"
"sure" you nodded, wanting to please him however you could.
"Such a good girl" he praised more to himself "Lay down for me mh?"
You immediately did, scooting more onto the bed and resting your back on the mattress.
"Spread your legs now" he instructed, loving the way you so easily obeyed.
You heard a soft click as he took another picture from right between your legs.
"Very good" he said "Now smile a lil', show me how happy you are Daddy's helping you out"
You did of course, and this time he moved his phone a little upward so your face was more in the frame.
"now c'mere again" he said, urging you with two of his fingers.
You sat at the edge of the bed, right in front of him.
"so obedient..." he smirked, as he stroked your cheek "suck on my fingers sweetie" he ordered, slowly pushing his index and middle finger past your lips.
You were very very confused about this pose, but chose not to question it.
"Look at me" he instructed, and you watched his grin widen as he took the photo.
"You did real good honey" he spoke, placing his phone on your nightstand.
"Thank you daddy" you beamed, as he kneeled before you again.
A question came to you while he did
"Is Chad gonna take pictures too?"
A tint of jealousy flashed behind his eyes
"No," he said firmly "and if he tries, you take his phone and throw it away, ok?"
"O-ok" you nodded.
"Now" he seemed to get back to himself "How 'bout you lay down and let me take care of you?"
"S-sure" you stuttered, lying down again.
You raised your head to look at him as he slowly spread your legs.
You felt very much on display, but you weren't embarrassed, you knew Joel only had good intentions.
Suddenly, he bent down to kiss you right on your mound.
You let out a gasp
He looked up at you, a devilish smile plaster on his face as his lips traveled lower, now finding your clit.
"Daddy!" you gasped again.
"what is it baby girl, it don't feel good?"
"N-no it just feels..."
You honestly had no idea how to describe how it felt.
"How?" he insisted
"tingly" you murmured
He smirked, kissing your clit again just to taunt you
"That's good baby" he explained "It means you're enjoying this"
"Oh- really?" you asked, wide-eyed
"Really" he confirmed, before abruptly licking a long stripe of your pussy, and forcing your gasp to soon convert into a moan.
Oh, he definitely liked hearing that.
And the moment he decided on that, he started quite literally devouring your cunt, feeding off of it like it was the source of eternal youth.
"Oh my god" you started chanting in a high pitch, as your legs got a life of their own at the feeling.
You were losing yourself in the feeling when, suddenly, you felt something probing at your... entrance, and you whimpered in surprise.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" you asked, as your hands grabbed the covers for something to hold onto.
He fought the urge to ignore you and do what needed to be done.
"Imma put a finger inside of you now ok?" he explained as sweetly as he could, desperately trying to hide his frustration.
His cock was begging for some sort of relief, and you were only slowing him down.
"a-a finger?" you breathed "W-why?"
"Because I need to make sure this pretty little pussy of yours can take all of daddy"
You scrunched your nose, making a face
"What?" he asked
"I don't like that word"
"What word?" he asked "pussy?"
"mh-mh" you nodded
He couldn't help but laugh a little "What would you rather I call it?" he murmured mockingly,(only of course you didn't realize) "Your tootie?"
"I'm not a kid" you giggled " I haven't called it that since I was-"
Your words died in your throat once his middle finger plunged into your heat.
Your mouth parted in shock, but no sound came out.
"real good sweetie" he praised you, bending down again to suck on your bud, as he started moving his finger in and out of you.
"Daddy!" you cried, at the feeling
"I know, I know" his tone was loaded with false empathy "Now stay still for me alright?"
But before you had time to ask why, another one of his fingers had made its way inside of you.
"Daddy wha-" your own sentence was interrupted by a moan "You said you were gonna put only one finger in!" you protested
"I know baby girl" he whispered against your heat, sending a shiver up your spine "but I know what's best for you, don't I?"
Of course he did
"mh-mh" you nodded
"Good girl" he praised, not missing the way your walls tightened around him at the praise "How does it feel?"
"I-it hurts a little" you winced,
"mh" he considered "that's because no one had touched you down here before" he spoke in between licks to your clit "Not even yourself right?"
"n-no" you answered in a breathy whisper.
"good," he said mostly to himself "And how does it feel now?" he asked, curling his fingers into your g-spot.
Your back arched from the bed
"b-better"
He kept doing that, making you gasp and squirm under him until...
"and how 'bout now?"
A third finger intruded your hole, making you cry out so loud the neighbors probably heard.
"daddy!" you whined as your eyes watered "T-that hurt, why would you do that?"
"oh sweetie... I needed to do that" he cooed, watching your pussy struggling to stretch around his fingers "If you wanna take daddy's cock you need to be able to take three of my fingers at least"
"t-that's a lot" you sobbed
"Oh I know" he murmured "but you did it like a good girl" he kissed your clit as a reward, "Now all you gotta do is relax and come around daddy's fingers"
"b-but I've never done that, I-I don't know how to-"
"shh" he shushed you, moving his fingers inside your warm cunt as he leaned down again to put his tongue to use "Just relax for me sweetie"
And so you did, you closed your eyes and fell back onto the bed as you tried adjusting to his fingers and the feeling they were bringing with them.
You had no idea what was happening to you, you'd heard some of your friends talk about sex, and you did a few lessons in sex ed, but you never really got it... and this was very different from what you were expecting.
Joel's hands were gripping your thighs to keep your legs apart, and when he curled his fingers inside of you again, a pang of pure pleasure took over you, and as a deep moan left your mouth, your left hand got a life of its own and found Joel's hair, gripping it tightly.
He groaned into your cunt and a strange feeling started pooling down your belly.
"Oh god" you whimpered "Daddy- I-"
He started going even faster, the squelching of his fingers plunging into your core filling the whole room as you cried out louder and louder.
"I-I think it's h-happening" you breathed "W-what do I do?" you moaned "D-daddy?"
He was lost in the thought of how good your walls were gonna feel as they tightened around his cock instead of his fingers, but as you cried again, he came back to earth.
"Let go sweetheart" he urged, watching your face contort in all sorts of expressions and bashing in the knowledge that it was him who was provoking them "Be a good girl and come for daddy"
And with that, your eyes snapped open to glimpse at him before every cell in your being exploded and rearranged itself inside of you as you came.
"You did good" he spoke as you tried calming your breathing "you did real good baby" he nodded, as he took his fingers out of you and stared at your pussy like it was a piece of art.
"t-thank you" You gave him a shy smile, as your hands dropped to your sides.
"but now you're gonna have to do even better" he started, as he got up "Can you do that for me? Can you be good?" he asked, as he took off his t-shirt and started undoing his pants.
A tint of fear made its way into your excitement, but you didn't let it show.
"Of course Daddy" you eagerly answered "I'll be good"
"you sure?" he arched his brow as his pants fell to his feet and all that remained on his body was a black pair of boxers with a very big tent probing in the front.
"I-I'm sure" you nodded "I'll be good for you"
"good" his lips pulled into a proud line and then finally, he took his boxers off, and an involuntary little gasp came out of your mouth.
"it's nothing to be scared off sweetheart" he chuckled "Here, why don't you touch it"
You gulped as you raised yourself into a seated position, coming eye-to-eye with his scarily big penis.
You looked up at him for approval and he he offered you an encouraging nod, so you slowly raised your index finger, and gently pressed it again his red tip.
You let your finger graze his whole length, feeling every vein and curve of his manhood, and before you could do it again his voice interrupted.
"don't be scared, wrap your hand around it" he urged, watching as you slowly obeyed "Jus' like that" he said, his voice deeper now "go up and down now"
you did, and you were fascinated by the feeling of his dick twitching in your palm and his skin rubbing against yours.
One of his hands reached the back of your head impatiently as you admired his length, urging you closer.
"use your mouth baby" he breathed heavily.
You slowly leaned closer and met your lips with his tip, leaving a little kiss on it.
He couldn't help but chuckle "Open it, sweetie," he said, looking down at you as you abided "Stick your tongue out for me"
You did, and before you knew it, his penis was filling your mouth.
"Now suck"
You hollowed your cheeks as best as you could and suddenly, his hand in your hair started guiding more and more of him into your mouth, until his tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged loudly as a tear ran down your cheek.
"that all you can take?" he watched you "We're gonna have to work on that, 'm not even halfway in baby" he smirked to himself, before retracting his hips and leaving your mouth empty.
Before you had the time to ask what he meant by that, he'd already given you another order.
"lay down"
You found your initial position again, and in a moment, he had grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed.
One of his hands was gripping his dick as he looked right in your eyes
"Stay still"
that's all he said, before he started pushing his huge cock into you.
"Ah!" You cried as you felt your hole stretch and burn and hurt all at the same time.
"Shhh" he shushed you, not listening as he continued to push.
"d--daddy it hurts"
"It's supposed to hurt" he lied "Now relax"
And you tried, you really tried, but once another inch of him invaded you, you moved away, or at least, tried to, since his hands started gripping you tighter, giving you no chance to move.
"I told you to stay still" he sounded angry, and you didn't want daddy to be angry, but it hurt so much.
Tears pooled in your eyes and your voice broke as you spoke.
"I-I'm sorry Daddy" a sob climbed up your throat "b-but it's too big"
I don't give a fuck if it hurts, just stay still, he thought, but of course, he couldn't say that.
"Daddy's just tryna help you baby" he cooed "Do you want Chad to make love to you?" he asked, earning a nod from you "Then you have to stop moving and let me put my cock inside of you, ok?"
You sniffled as other tears fell from your eyes "O-ok"
He pushed inside of you again and your cries only got more pathetic.
now if it were up to him he would have already forced his cock inside of you, ignoring your whines and enjoying seeing you cry from how big he was but... if he ever wanted this to happen again, he needed to be gentle with you unfortunately.
"here" he said, pushing his thumb past your lips "suck on it sweetie, that 'll calm you down"
You did as told, and even if it still hurt like hell, it did take your mind off of it a little.
"we're almost there" he promised, watching you take more and more of his cock "Just a little more and-"
"Good God" he breathed, taking a moment to memorize every inch of your walls and the way they felt around him.
"you feel so fucking good baby" he groaned, his head falling to his chest a moment at the feeling.
You felt better than he could have ever fucking imagined.
"I'm gonna start moving now"
He retracted his hips and noticed with a sick enjoyment the blood covering his dick before thrusting into you so harshly that even if your mouth was busy, the cry you let out could be heard perfectly.
"such a crybaby" he cooed, thrusting into you particularly harshly just to hear you cry again for him.
He watched the tears fall from your eyes as he started finding his pace.
And slowly, oh so slowly, you started adjusting, and from the pain, came the pleasure, pleasure so strong it felt like it could kill you.
"fuck you're tight" he grunted, "look at you" his eyes alternated between your eyes and where your body met his "Taking all of daddy's cock so well" he groaned "Being so good" he hissed, as he fastened his pace "fuck-tell me how it feels baby, tell me how good daddy's making you feel"
His thumb left your mouth and a brutal moan left it with it.
"tell me" he urged you again, gripping your waist.
"'s so good" you whimpered while gripping the sheets "You feel so good, Daddy"
"yeah?" he smirked, as a drop of sweat trailed his forehead
"yes Daddy" you promised before one of his hands found your core and started circling your clit.
"Daddy!" you cried
"what is it baby, 's too much?"
"mh-mh" you nodded as your eyes threatened to spill again
You swallowed thickly and you did as told, trying to calm your racing heart as your breathing got more and more ragged.
"daddy?" you whimpered, looking up at him with doe eyes
"yeah, sweetheart?"
"could you... could you kiss me please?"
A smug smirk pulled at his lips "You want me to kiss you?"
"Yes please"
"you sure?"
"yes, daddy please!" you begged now, more desperate, and before you knew it, he'd bent down and his lips were on yours while his tongue was in your mouth.
He let out a low groan at how fucking heavenly you felt, while you tasted all of him like you were starving.
He was such a good kisser...
And right as he pulled away and whispered "fuck you're perfect" the same feeling that he'd given you with his fingers erupted all over again.
A low chant of daddy left your mouth and as you squeezed him so fucking good and so fucking tight Joel couldn't do anything but follows suit, emptying his balls inside your tight cunt and ruining you definitively.
Fuck it, he was gonna buy you a plan B tomorrow, and if that didn't work he'd just blame it on Chad.
"Jesus" he muttered, as he pulled out and fell next to you on the bed.
Both your chests were rising and falling way too quickly.
You turned to him, and when he noticed, he did the same.
"thank you so much daddy" you murmured, nestling closer to him and kissing his cheek.
"no worries baby" he smiled, putting an arm around you to keep you closer as he kissed your forehead "You did good"
"thank you" you blushed
"but y'know..." he cocked an eyebrow "guys like girls with a little experience"
"Really?" you asked, wide-eyed
"yes sweetheart" he nodded "So before you make love with Chad, I think it's best if we practice for a bit, what do you say?"
Your eyes found his, and all you could see in them was the perfect stepdad, helping you in any way he could.
I’m having a very “I don’t give a fuck, his name is Mike” moment because I’ve seen this user commenting hateful or straight up unproductively critical comments on SEVERAL people’s fics, including mine. And I could brush it off if they were just posting dumb shit on my stuff, but once someone posts hate to MULTIPLE of my friends, I am officially the fuck Over it.
So if y’all wanna preemptively block tumblr user “questionablemay” it would probably be for the best of the fandom tbh. These are just a couple screenshots I have of shit they’ve left, unsolicited. I have more but didn’t ask permission from the other authors to post them so I’m just leaving these two. And when confronted, they just argue or ignore.
Just a friendly reminder that your negative opinions on someone else’s FREE FIC is never, ever appropriate unless specifically requested. Don’t leave “I had to stop reading when” comments, don’t make judgement calls on authors based on tropes or kinks in their fics, just DONT CRITICIZE AUTHORS’ PERSONAL WRITING CHOICES AT ALL ACTUALLY!!
Disclamer w/e this is MY opinion from what I’ve seen of this person, from their comments on MY fic and from other people’s fics. I don’t think we need this kind of energy in the fandom tbh. Like I’m over it.
"So he’s been out in relationships and fucking around and she waited for him to see her and is still a virgin? Gross. Self respect who"
I wanted to address this comment in a little bit longer form.
The intention is not for it to seem as if Bug has just been sitting around waiting for Bucky, as addressed in the last installment, "Time," and referenced in a few other parts, she has dated other people, but that wouldn't mean she stopped loving him. As of the beginning of the story Bucky returning her feelings is a new development, which is a pleasant surprise but not something she was holding out for.
Aside from Bug not wanting to "die a virgin," her virginity is not supposed to be the main focus of this story. That was a catalyst moment but nothing more- even Bucky being hesitant to sleep with her isn't related to her being a virgin, it's about the act as a whole. If she had already had just as many partners as him and called him for sex that night he still would have, and continue to, hold off for the reasons discussed in "Strengths (and weaknesses)."
As to why I chose for her to be a virgin specifically- well, that's the story I wanted to read so it's the story I wrote. Some parts do say things like "saving just for him." That's just because I thought it sounded hot, if we really dived into it it wouldn't be that serious- virginity is largely a social construct.
I'm not exactly sure how any of that equates to a lack of self respect though? As I see it we have two main characters with different approaches to sex:
Bucky enjoys and has fun sleeping around (or did), as long as all parties are safe and enthusiastically on board there's nothing wrong with that.
Bug didn't want her first time to be with someone she didn't love or felt loved by, there's also nothing wrong with that. To the point that is why she called Bucky that night, if I'm laying the foundation right we should be seeing a long history of trust and love between these characters well before we get to the actual romance. He was an obvious choice for her not purely because she has romantic feelings for him but because he is a consistent, trustworthy, safe person in her life.
Some people (Bucky) choose to have casual sex with many partners, some people (Bug) would rather save that for someone they love or at least trust and feel safe with- neither choice is wrong or means you don't respect yourself.
At the end of the day I'm writing a story I want to read and sharing for others that might enjoy it, but realistically not everyone will and that's totally fine, there's a ton of other stories out there.
I DIDN'T SEE WHERE IS SAID I COULDN'T SEND MULTIPLE NUMBERS SO HERE I AM SENDING IN MULTIPLE NUMBERS!
9, 13,14,26, 35,
Thank you for answering ❤️
not me taking ages to asnwer shhhhhh
9: Got any piercings? Yesss I have my lobes pierced and my nose :^)
13: Biggest turn ons? Being attracted to me lmfaooooo but really probably like...dimples. i'm a fucking SUCKER for dimples on any gender. also like making me laugh and/or feel comfortable.
14: Biggest turn offs? Ignorance, probably. Or lack of respect. Which may seem ironic coming from someone with a degradation kink but it's kinda like that saying "you gotta know the rules to break them". You gotta respect me for me to let you disrespect me, yaknow?
26: My biggest pet peeves? Oh god. Chewing with your mouth open. Or when people laugh after every single thing they say, even if it's a neutral statement. (this is a PERSONAL thing for me, i'm not assigning value to it, i don't think you're a worse person if you do it. just a personal pet peeve for Reasons). And people loudly making bigoted takes and expecting people to agree with them. And a thousand more things I cant think of.
35: What I find attractive in men? Dimples, as mentioned. Progressive ideals. Nice arms. Those little vein bulges under the skin. Big....hands. Idk. 🙊
Content Warnings: established relationship, age gap, daddy kink, use of pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart, honey), (reader mid 20’s Joel is in his 50’s.) somnophilia, dubcon, p in v, creampie, thigh riding, reader is asleep for most of it. Joel Miller wearing reading glasses 🥵
Note: game/og Joel is the love of my life if you don’t like him, go kick rocks. 🪨
It had been a day, Joel could concede the fact as soon as you had walked in the door. Usual infectious smile was nowhere to be seen, he felt unnerved by the way your lips were pulled into a tight line, noting how your bottom lip twitched in its struggle not to slip into a pout.
You were trying to stay strong, level-headed. Joel knew you were tough, you could handle things well, and when you couldn’t you’d always communicate the problem and together; create a solution to free you of your metaphorical chain and shackle.
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Is what he’d gotten from you, avoidant eyes and a wave of your hand, monotonous voice set him on edge. The stress radiated from your body like heat waves.
His hand slipped onto your shoulders, only adding to the extra pressure that they struggled underneath. “Let me at least run you a bath sweetheart, it’ll help you relax.”
Another disinterested reply, a shortened mumble of, “I’m fine. Just want to sleep it off.”
He felt stumped; you could be so stubborn. He was here offering solutions, ways in which he knew he could help and be of use and you outright refused. There was no negotiation, straight dismissal. He found it hard to admit that it hurt, god it hurt him. He felt rejected.
A voice of reason in his mind, told himself that he’d never seen her like this, that something so profoundly stressful must have happened for her to be like this.
As you’d said to him, once tomorrow would come and you were rested, they’d talk.
He spends a while in the living room; reading a few chapters of his book before he marks the page by folding the top corner over. A ghost of a smile grew on his lips as he heard your scornful voice in his head.
“You’re going to ruin the books Joel, use a bookmark for goodness sake!” He folded the paper anyway, maybe if you’d noticed it would give you another reason to talk to him.
His pointer and thumb reach up to take his glasses off, pinching them in the worn spot where the temple of his glasses meets the small silver hinge. He sets the book down, then places the glasses on top of them, he’s careful to make sure they’re leaning on the temples, not the lenses.
He feels a heavy feeling forming in his chest, like he’s worried you won’t want him there. Would you; want him there? The thought makes his hand hover above the door handle before he turns it, cursing the sound of the squeaky door hinges that could use some lubricating.
He was sure Tommy mentioned finding an old can of WD-40 on his last patrol.
You’re fast asleep, miraculously through the squeaky door and Joel’s heavy footsteps on the wooden floor throughout the house.
His heart swells when he looks at you; your lips are parted and there’s a frown strewn on your face, skin wrinkling around your eyes. God, you’d probably have crows feet before you turn 30.
“Oh baby, look at you.” He mutters to himself, shaking his head. You went to bed wearing one of his shirts and no pants.
He doesn’t bother to undress, not thinking he’ll get much sleep anyway. He lies there, turning his head to the right so he can watch you sleep, it disturbs him; how even in sleep whatever has you worried plagues you in your sleep.
Watching your chest rise and fall, his own breathing becomes synchronised with your own, heart beating at the same pace as he starts to grumble, his tired eyed begging to be closed for some rest. It takes mere minutes before he finds himself unable to keep his eyelids open.
He stirs, hearing soft whimpers coming from your lips, when he opens his eyes he sees that your lips are still parted, a small puddle of drool has accumulated on your yellow pillowcase.
He can’t help but chuckle at the sight. Until you whimper again, and he takes you in, he realises he’s in a predicament.
Your two thighs are wrapped around his own, locking him in place as your hips rut against his leg, the cause of those sweet sounds coming from your lips. He freezes for a moment; wondering what he should do.
He considers waking you up, shoving you off or even trying to pull his leg away to free himself of your devious grip on him. But he doesn’t. He feels a wave of sympathy.
Here was his poor baby, face strewn in a stressed-out frown and out of desperation, rutting and grinding her panty clothed cunt onto his rough, jean-clad thighs, like her life depended on it.
How could he deny you? He couldn’t.
He felt a tingle shoot down his spine, his cock hardened, stiff and uncomfortable in his jeans, as he watched you using his body in your sleep to get yourself off.
His poor angel is reduced to this, so stressed and exhausted from whatever you’re juggling has you so needy, so desperate and too anxious to ask him to actually fuck you to feel that release.
It was a no brainer to him-to help you. You were his angel, his baby. He wouldn’t let you suffer, you were too restless and you deserved to sleep without interruption. The peace of sleeping without stress on the back burner of your subconscious.
Desire washes over him, his large hands grip your hips, guiding you slowly to grind into his large thigh, still facing each other. His eyes flicker over your body, realising already, how you look less pent up than earlier. Calloused fingertips are soft on your skin as he grips your torso softly, pulling you closer into his chest.
His lips start kissing your neck, softly and gently, careful not to wake you. Small groans get stuck in the back of his throat as you continue to whine desperately for more friction.
He closes his eyes, voice husky with desire as he speaks. “It’ll be okay now honey, I’ll give you everything you need.”
Arousal fuels his actions, lips attacking your soft neck down to your collarbone, his hand sneaks under the material of his shirt on your delicate skin. He groans as he feels your nipples are hard against his thick fingers.
Your hips against Joel’s had slowed down, the rhythm becoming less synced, more sloppy, his heart pounded as he realised how close you were.
“You’re almost there princess, just let daddy take care of you. You know he looks after you.” He wasn’t trying to be quiet anymore, hell if he woke you up, he wouldn’t mind at all.
Moments later a string of quiet and frantic whines left your lips, body slumped and stilled as you cum from riding his thigh. The wet spot on his jeans is what drives him wild, a primal growl leaves his lips, and he can’t control the desire he has to take you here, as you slept.
“You wouldn’t mind”, he reasoned aloud. “You’d wanna help your daddy wouldn’t you angel?” He muttered as he pulled his jeans down to his knees, pulling his aching cock out of it’s containment.
His fingers peel your soaked panties to the side, cursing when he feels with his fingers that your cunt is dripping with slick. He couldn’t fight the devil’s temptation, the sin of lust had already possessed him and your sweet, sweet juices coated his fingertips.
He dragged his sticky fingers down his cock, pumping it a few times before lining himself up to your hole. He exhaled a few times as he pushes himself in, animalistic grunts leaving his lips at the feeling.
You stir for a moment, Joel stills and makes sure you’re asleep before he continues. He pumps himself into you, hips meeting yours in a slow motion, teasing himself, watching you be so vulnerable under him sent an arousal though his entire body.
He felt his orgasm coming on fast than it had ever before.
“That’s it angel..” He grunts, unable to stop the words from slipping past his lips. “I’m almost done princess, just let daddy use you.”
His body shakes heavily as he ruts into you, going deeper. His arms have moved so they’re now wrapped around you, and his voice is a little breathless and even more husky as he lets out small groans and moans.
But he's still holding himself together fairly well considering how close he is to falling apart. His body still tenses up, though, as he continues to fuck her while she sleeps.
Joel doesn’t feel bad, like he can’t comprehend why this would be such a terrible thing if you did wake up—he’s past the point of feeling guilty, he knows you’d want to be his good girl and help him finish.
“You're such a good girl.” He murmurs softly, his voice is slightly breathless and husky as he stares at her and kisses her softly on the lips.
He grunts softly and shifts his body even closer to her, so he’s flush against your chest. His legs are still shaking a little, and he feels a rush as he gets close to cumming and almost reaches it.
“Almost…” He trails off, his voice a mere whisper.
“Just... give me a minute... and I'm all done…” He adds softly, his voice cracking as he starts to come undone.
His grip on your hips tighten, cock now slamming into your hole harshly, crushing your body under his as he rams into you, Joel’s starting to lose his composure, not worried about waking you anymore.
He lets out an animalistic growl as he cums, long ropes of cum filling your spend cunt, trickling down your thighs and onto the bedsheets as his cock continues to pulsate into you.
“Fucking—Jesus baby you’re squeezing me.” He growls, feeling your cunt squeeze around him, you moan loudly and he realises that you’ve just had an orgasm.
Your eyes shoot open and it doesn’t take long to put the pieces together. Reality hits him as he realises what he’s done. Joel’s face suddenly turns to one of guilt, panic. He pulls out of you and starts breathing heavily.
“Baby—I can.. I’m sorry I wasn’t—I didn’t think.. I don’t know what came over me.” He stuttered, voice thick with emotion, his hazel eyes were soft and it was clear as day he couldn’t resist it.
You feel your face and neck warm as you take his hand in your own. “It’s okay, I like it—seriously. It’s sexy, the idea of you taking what you need and looking after me is perfectly okay with me baby.”
He starts to calm down, long arms extending to pull your body into his own, you’re both sweating and covered in cum.
“You’re so good to me angel. I dunno what I’d do without you.” He mutters tiredly, nuzzling his crooked nose into her hair.
This would need to be an in depth discussion. That could be done in the morning; for now, you were happy, Joel was happy. That’s means enough to fall asleep in each other's arms happily for a few hours.
If you feel the need to criticize every fic that you read, maybe stop reading fic. You’re literally getting free content. “I had to stop reading when—” LLIIIITTERALLYYY shut the fuck up. Shut up. I PROMISE you that the author doesn’t care. At best they brush you off and block you, at worst, you discourage a writer from wanting to post again because you turned a personal preference into an absolute moral stance. JUST MOVE THE FUCK ON. No one is going to lick your feet and beg for your approval. Either write your own morally superior shit or get the fuck off the site.
Meet Me in the Back (joel miller x fem!reader) (18+) | oneshot
pairing: sleazy gas station clerk!joel miller x fem!reader
summary: When the gas station clerk refuses to sell you alcohol after a shitty day, you need to get creative
warnings/tags: [18+ MINORS DNI] age gap (reader is 21+, Joel is 50s-ish), one-sided daddy!kink, bribery, light exhibitionism, flashing tits, VERY light dubcon (ignored discomfort), size!kink (Joel is massive as per usual), protected piv (an atticrissfinch first, folks. i’m different now, surely), light spanking, mentions of alcohol and smoking, Joel using some cringey dirty talk but he’s old and creepy so it’s hot
word count: ~3.8K | ao3
a/n: don’t know where this shit came from but god am I a sucker for a sleazy joel, so here you go friends ❤️❤️
The sickly fluorescents buzz overhead as the equally pitiful chime of the door chirps your entrance. This isn’t your favorite gas station to frequent, but it’s the closest to your apartment and it’s fucking late. You’re exhausted and your brain is whirring from the past week of work. Oh, yeah, and your shitass boyfriend of five months—now ex-boyfriend—forgot to lock his stupid phone tonight to hide the midnight “u up?” texts coming in from his “just friends, I swear” coworker while he was taking what would be his last piss in your bathroom.
Fuck him. You’re getting drunk.
The clerk, a grimy-looking fifty-something-year-old in an undone patterned short-sleeve button-up and a cheap generic white tank top underneath, sits on a stool behind the register. You somehow doubt the tacky gold cross around his neck has seen the inside of a church in quite some time. He grunts in greeting, eyes glancing up briefly from the Playboy open between his spread legs. You don’t miss the small double-take he does when he sees a pretty young thing in a skimpy sundress entering his store alone, but you let it slide off. He can look if he wants; you could not give less of a fuck tonight.
Your flip flops clack against the dingy linoleum as you troll the empty aisles aimlessly, a force of habit despite knowing exactly what you’re here for. You stop at the refrigerated section at the back and scan the options, settling quickly on a pack of Trulys. You hoist it off the shelf and let the door snick shut, a burst of cool air ruffling your dress and igniting a wave of goosebumps on your legs.
You plop down the case on the front counter and rifle through your purse for your wallet.
“No can do, sweetheart.”
Your hands freeze in your purse as you look up at the clerk, still perched on his stool but sans the naked centerfold, having left it sloughed open on the counter turned to a busty topless swimsuit model with her tits pressed together between her arms.
“I’m sorry?” You inquire, pulling your hand out of your bag slowly. “I’m over 21. I have my ID with me.”
The clerk—Joel, you gather from his name badge—nods toward the 12-pack on the counter. “Can’t sell booze after midnight.”
“The fuck? Says who?” You bite back, your irritation from the day seeping into your tone in a way it typically wouldn’t. You’re not usually a bitch to strangers, least of all customer service workers, but it feels like this is some sort of cosmic joke.
It doesn’t phase Joel in the slightest. He just shrugs off your bitchiness and clarifies, “Says state law, sweetheart.”
“That’s the stupidest fucking law I’ve ever heard,” You deadpan, crossing your arms across your chest.
The man is not exactly subtle when his eyes sink down to drink in the way the motion props up your tits in your low-cut dress. Like you’re his own real-life Playboy model. Whatever. Maybe a little show will get him to bypass the stupid rule.
Joel makes a little tch sound with his tongue against his teeth. “Sorry, darlin’. Law’s the law.”
You huff, leaning forward on the counter and gifting him a very nice view down your dress. “Well I still think it’s stupid. Can’t you just give me a pass? Just this once? I’ve had an unbelievably shitty night,” You pout, mimicking the model discarded next to your elbow and using your arms to enhance your cleavage.
His jaw ticks as he overtly ogles what you’re serving him. When his eyes flick back up to yours, he’s donning a shallow smirk. “You find that that works for you often?” He quips, gesturing to your chest.
You shrug a shoulder with a smirk of your own. “Use what you’ve got, right?”
Joel leans back on his stool, scratching the back of his head as if in thought, his eyes darting back to your chest as he considers his options.
“Not so sure, sweetheart. Could get in heaps of trouble for shit like this.”
“What if…” You start off, a hand drifting up to your neckline and curling around it just above your right breast, pulling it down just a smidge. Not revealing anything yet, only an indication that you might. “What if I give you something a little better than that picture,” You proposition, luring his eyes down to the dirty magazine with your gaze, and then heading right back to him.
You see his tongue run over his top teeth behind his lip as he studies the topless model on the page, and then glances back up at you through his eyelashes with a skeevy tilt to his mouth. “Go on, then.”
You give him a sexy little smirk, checking the front door with a cursory glance. When you confirm the coast is clear, you bite your lip and start to lower your top.
Joel bows forward with his forearms against his thighs, eyes transfixed on every inch of skin being unveiled.
You bring your collar down coquettishly, your mouth popping in faux surprise when one hardened nipple slips free. “Oops,” You say with a cheeky smile.
A veiny hand comes up to stroke at his beard as he wets his lips. “Don’t be shy now. Give her sister a little breather too.”
“Greedy,” You scold with mock offense. But you’re already this far and you might as fucking well. You do a swift check of the door again as your other hand tugs your dress down on the other side.
“Go-lly,” Joel rasps accompanied by a low whistle. “Put that damn model to shame, sweetheart.” He adjusts himself in his jeans and you see a sizeable bulge at his crotch, plain as day.
His fingers twitch where they rest on his knee like they’re itching to touch.
“Thank you,” You purr, giving them both a single squeeze in your palms and pressing them together for good measure with your nipples peeking through your fingers before sliding your dress back in place. “And thank you for your sacrifice,” You tease, wrapping your hand around the handle of the seltzers.
“Now, hold on there, sweetheart,” Joel protests with a furrowed brow, slipping off his seat and slamming a hand down over yours on the case. “I didn’t say I’d let you have it for that.”
Your face drops. “Excuse me? You said—”
“I didn’t say jack shit,” Joel corrects. “You flashed your tits at me of your own accord. Not my fault you assumed.”
“That’s fucked up, dude!” You shout back. “I just gave you Girls Gone Wild Live, is that really not enough for you?”
Joel snorts a laugh.“ Shit, maybe for a fuckin’ tallboy or two, but not a whole goddamn case.” Joel cocks a hip and balances his arm across the seltzer. “Gonna need more’n a little peep show to haggle for a twelver.”
You’re absolutely positive you’re going to regret it, but you ask, “And what exactly would that entail?”
A filthy grin bleeds across his face, and he half-heartedly masks it with a hand over his mouth, wiping at the corners with the pads of his pudgy fingers. With his stemmed smile, he drops his palm to the counter, raking his eyes salaciously up the lines of your body. “How’s about you slip into the back with me and find out?”
You narrow your eyes at him. “I don’t think so, dude.”
The tip of his tongue creeps out to lick the corner of his mouth. “Throw in a pack o’ smokes too, ‘f that’s up your alley.”
You shift your weight and pout your lips to the side, crossing your arms again. “Marlboros?”
You don’t know why you’re asking. There’s no way you’re going anywhere with him. Right? You wouldn’t do that. No matter how…unexpectedly sexy this sleazy guy is. No matter how the sleeves of his shirt are straining around his biceps. Or how the little gold cross dangles in that unexplainably trashy-hot kind of way. Or how he is—no question—packing a fucking missile in his pants.
Shit.
“Whatever kind you want, for the right price, darlin’,” He winks.
You nibble your lower lip, weighing the situation. You know you’re being stupid. But you’re pissed off, maybe a little heartbroken, sufficiently horny, and newly bereft of your dick-on-demand as of a couple hours ago.
And Jesus, could you really fucking use a drink and a smoke right now. For free, nonetheless. Or, at least, not at the cost of anything you’d lament losing. Surely your dignity can withstand a meaningless fuck in a back room for your personal benefit, right?
Fuck it.
“Alright, fine,” You relent, leaning onto the counter again. “But let me spell things out this time. I let you take me in the back and fuck me—pussy only,” You dictate with a pointed finger, “And I leave with this case of seltzer and two packs of Marlboros, no charge.”
“I didn’t say two, I said—”
“Two packs of Marlboros,” You repeat with emphasis, jabbing your finger towards the back wall of tobacco products. “And we never fucking mention this again.”
“Jesus, bleedin’ me fuckin’ dry over here,” Joel mutters, his eyes dipping to the counter and then up to your tits. “Better be a sweet fuckin’ pussy.”
“Sweetest you’ll have till you kick the bucket next week, old man.”
“You got some fuckin’ spirit, I’ll give ya that,” Joel chuckles. He holds a hand out and you eye it tentatively for a brief moment before clasping it and giving it a solid shake. “We got a deal, sweetheart.”
Joel pushes himself off the counter and lifts the hinged countertop to pass through. He sticks his head out the door, looking left then right, and shuts it. He flips a sign on the glass to read “Be back in 10!” and bolts the lock, testing the door to ensure it holds.
“Come on then, darlin’. Better make it quick.”
He guides you to the back of the store and through a locked door labeled “Employees Only”, rushing you in with a hand on your lower back. The room is bursting with boxes, stacked near the ceiling in some places. Unsettling stains are splattered on nearly all visible floor space, some looking stickier than others. You gingerly set your purse down on a box by the door.
“Leave the dress on, but take those beautiful titties back out, sweetheart,” Joel directs, already working on unfastening his pants.
You roll your eyes a little, but oblige, dipping your dress down underneath your tits again. You back up against the door and toy with them absentmindedly as you watch Joel’s cock spring free from his boxers and holy shit.
“Woah,” is all you manage to vocalize.
Joel looks at you with a smirk, his wide hand stroking down the full length of him and dipping a thumb into the wet slit. “Biggest cock you’re gonna take ‘til you kick your own bucket, darlin’,” He chides, stepping toward you. “‘N you’ve got a hell of a lot longer to go than I do.”
“Yeah, no shit,” You breathe out, feeling your pussy gush into your panties at the thought of that inside of you. You idly reach between your legs and ruck up your dress, pulling your panties to the side and running a finger through your already-soaked folds.
“That’s a pretty little cunt, sweetheart,” Joel says with a voracious look in his eyes, laying a palm against the door level with your head. He’s so fucking large when he’s up this close, it makes your breath hitch. Even with your hips apart, you feel the tip of his cock graze the backs of your fingers where they’re playing with your pussy. Joel’s head dips down between your tits, nose tracing the curves before he sucks a nipple into his mouth.
You press your eyes shut for a moment to clear your head with a steadying breath. “Condom,” You order as the raised bud pops out of his mouth and he locks eyes with you.
“Ah, fresh out. Sorry, darlin’,” Joel says with a tone and expression that belies his complete lack of real remorse.
“You literally sell them. Right outside this door. Probably even have some in this room,” You argue back.
“I can’t be givin’ you any more of my stock, kid. You’re already cleanin’ me out.”
You roll your eyes and push off from the door, ducking under his arm and digging through the inner zipper pocket of your purse. You spin back around to him, holding a condom packet between your fingers with raised brows.
“Well, aren’t you a regular fuckin’ Girl Scout,” He mumbles with a tinge of irritation in his voice, snatching it from you. “Not a chance in hell this is gonna fit.”
“Oh fuck off with that bullshit,” You scoff. “You’ll be just fine.”
He rips the packet with his teeth and spits the strip onto the floor, the remainder of the foil following a moment later. He winces as he pinches the tip of the condom and rolls it down. “Fuckin’ hate these things.”
“You wanna fuck me or not?” You ask, your ass leaning against a smaller stack of boxes. “That’s my stipulation. Clock’s ticking, old man. Someone’s gonna be banging on that glass door sooner or later.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Joel mutters, pulling on his cock lewdly, “Bend over, little bitch. Let Daddy Joel take what he’s owed.”
“Jesus Christ,” You say under your breath incredulously, actively fighting the urge to roll your eyes again. You turn around and bend over the boxes, tucking your cheek into the loop of your arms and sticking your ass out.
“That’a girl,” He croons, pushing the hem of your dress up over your hips. He whistles at you for a second time, palming your ass with both hands and landing a sudden smack to your flesh that makes you jump. “That’s an ass fit for Playboy for sure.”
His thumb traces the strap of your thong down the crack of your ass, stopping at your blooming wet spot. “Look at that pussy. All drenched and waitin’ for me.”
You feel his hands slide into the gusset of your panties, and they tear apart under his fists with nothing more than a grunt and a tug. “There we go.”
“Hey!” You shout back, your head whipping around. “What the fuck, dude? Those aren’t cheap.”
Joel just shrugs, pressing a hand between your shoulder blades to bend you back over. “Should’ve taken ‘em off.”
Another tug at your waist and your panties fall from your body completely.
Joel’s hand nestles between your shoulders again as the other guides the fat head of his cock through your slick pussy. Your hips jolt when he catches on your clit, and he gives a satisfied breathy laugh.
“Oh, she’s creamin’ for it, ain’t she?”
You cringe internally at his phrasing—so fucking unsexy, but somehow making you wetter at the same time.
“God, just fuck me,” You moan, flexing onto your tiptoes to try and guide him where you want him.
“Mmm, needy little thing,” He rumbles, but sits his cock at your entrance. Joel flattens himself against your spine and nuzzles into the back of your neck as he rolls his hips into you, the head of his cock stretching you open.
You gasp out a pained whine, biting into the flesh of your arm as Joel continues to push his way through.
“Shit, this little pussy fucks right open, don’t it,” He grunts, securing a hand onto your hip as he slides all the way inside. His panting breaths waft over your skin, tickling the hairs at the nape of your neck. His other hand comes up to grope at your breast, tweaking the nipple between his pointer and middle knuckles.
It feels like he’s ripping you open from the inside, like he’s shifting your organs as he makes room for himself inside your body. You squeak out a quiet, “Ow,” as his hips collide flush with your ass and his length bottoms out, stretching you more than you could even fathom before.
“Yeah,” Joel moans in your ear, pulling out a few inches and slamming back in as you cry out. “Bet you like it when it hurts, don’t ya, sweetheart.”
You squeal when he pulls out further and fills you completely again, setting a languid pace as he retreats slowly and then rams all of him back inside you at once. The sting of him fades into the background, but the overwhelming size of him, the all-encompassing fullness that you feel just gets more intense.
You muffle your cries into your arm as he whispers filth into your ear.
“Splittin’ you open just right, isn’t it, sweetheart? Daddy Joel knows just how to give it to you. Make you scream for it. Make them legs shake. That’s right, baby, take it good for Daddy.”
And you can’t do anything but take it. Take his huge cock pounding into you, take his disgusting words spilling in your ear, take the sound of slapping reverberating around the stockroom as your ass crashes against his hips.
“Yeah, you like Daddy Joel’s big cock, don’t ya?” His voice rasps over the crude slap of his skin against yours. Your brain feels scrambled, only spluttering out a strained whimper in response.
A hand slides down your thigh and hooks around the back of your knee, hauling it up onto the top of the box and spreading you wide open for him as your sandal clatters to the ground.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Joel groans obscenely loud in the small, crowded space as he sinks even deeper into you, pulling a noise from you that’s so foreign you’re not entirely sure you’ve ever made it before. Somewhere between a moan, a scream, and a gasp shredding your throat at the impossibility of him filling you any more than he already had.
“Fuck, I can’t—I can’t—” You cry out, tears welling in your eyes, hands scratching for purchase on the edges of the box.
“Yes you can, darlin’. Takin’ it so good,” He grunts, gripping your shoulder for leverage as his relentless thrusts devastate your very core and lick at your cervix.
“Too—too fucking big, please. Please hurry,” You whimper, your hand flying back to push back against his hips. He slaps your hand away and grabs at your wrist, bending your arm and locking it at your back as he ceaselessly fucks into your clenching hole.
“Daddy’s too fucking big, huh?” He teases with laughter in his voice. “‘F it’s too big, why’s your pussy takin’ it so easy? It’s fuckin’ squeezin’ me, darlin’. It don’t want me to leave.”
You sob into your arm as your one leg remaining on the floor starts to quiver beneath you.
“Mmm, fuck, that’s right. Want you shiverin’ and shakin’ on Daddy’s cock. Fuckin’ you so wide open, y’could probably fit one of them seltzer cans up your snatch after this no problem,” Joel grits out.
Your eyes threaten to roll back in your head as sweat gathers at your temples and your body feels like it’s buzzing. “I fuck—I fucking can’t—t-t-too much, too big,” You stutter, feeling your pussy shuddering around him in what you think is an orgasm but you can’t even fucking tell from how foggy your brain is, how overstimulated every cell in your body feels.
Joel grunts loudly as your cunt pulses around him, jerking his hips faster into you as you constantly strain to catch your breath. “Fuckin’ take it, bitch. Fuck your Daddy for your booze, and he’ll let you have it,” He growls out, before you distinctly hear him spit, and then feel a splash of saliva hit the crack of your ass and drip down between your cheeks.
“Goddamn, wish I could coat this fuckin’ pussy with my load. Pump you full of my come, watch it drip outta ya,” He moans, his voice becoming increasingly unsteady as his hips snap into you faster and faster. “Gonna bust inside this little cunt, darlin’. Fuck, take it, take it, take it, bitch,” He grunts with one last obliterating thrust inside you, and then he’s coming with a guttural moan. You can feel his cock pulse with how tight your walls are choking it out of him, even with the condom.
Your mouth is dry and your thighs are soaked as Joel pulls out of you gingerly. You startle when he smacks your ass with a heavy hand again.
“Some good fuckin’ pussy,” He pants out, making quiet little noises of sensitivity as he slips the condom off his softening cock and ties it off, tossing it in a nearby trash can.
You lower your leg back down to the ground carefully, and you somehow become less balanced, your legs collapsing out from under you as you crumple to the floor onto your hands and knees.
You hear Joel chuckle in time with the zipper on his jeans. “Take your time. Gotta open back up.”
You hear the door shut after him, and you just breathe, limbs still vibrating as you kneel on the tacky floor.
What the fuck just happened to you, You think.
You just got fucked within an inch of your life by a sleazy gas station clerk, that’s what happened. And you have no fucking idea how to process it.
When you’re pretty sure you can tolerate it, you muscle yourself up off the ground and stuff your tits back into your dress. The panties are a lost cause, so you leave them littering the floor. Fuck, he can have the souvenir. He deserves it.
You ruffle your hair, slip your lost flip flop back on, grab your purse, and stumble out into the store. A couple haggard souls browse the aisles with glazed eyes as you make your way to the front, oblivious to your presence or from where you just exited from. You approach the counter where your case of Truly still sits. Joel is back up on his perch with his ragged boots propped on the bottom rung of the stool, the Playboy suitably stashed away from sight.
“Get everything you need?” He asks coolly, a coy smile playing at his lips.
“Um, two packs of Marlboro Reds, please,” You answer softly, your voice cracking slightly and prompting you to clear your throat.
Joel nods with that grin still in place, spinning on his seat and snagging the cigarettes. He tilts the cartons to and from his head in some semblance of a saluting gesture and places them on top of the seltzers. “Pleasure doin’ business with ya, darlin’. Come back anytime.”
Your eyes involuntarily flit toward his crotch and back up. A spark lights back up in your chest and you grant him a playful smirk. “I just might.”
I have so much respect for Joel Miller who, upon being left in his apartment with an annoying teenager by his long term situationship as she goes and looks for ways to smuggle said teenager out of a police state, takes one look at the situation and flops down on the couch to take a nap instead of dealing with any of it
Meet Me in the Back (joel miller x fem!reader) (18+) | oneshot
pairing: sleazy gas station clerk!joel miller x fem!reader
summary: When the gas station clerk refuses to sell you alcohol after a shitty day, you need to get creative
warnings/tags: [18+ MINORS DNI] age gap (reader is 21+, Joel is 50s-ish), one-sided daddy!kink, bribery, light exhibitionism, flashing tits, VERY light dubcon (ignored discomfort), size!kink (Joel is massive as per usual), protected piv (an atticrissfinch first, folks. i’m different now, surely), mentions of alcohol and smoking, Joel using some cringey dirty talk but he’s old and creepy so it’s hot
word count: ~3.8K | ao3
a/n: don’t know where this shit came from but god am I a sucker for a sleazy joel, so here you go friends ❤️❤️
The sickly fluorescents buzz overhead as the equally pitiful chime of the door chirps your entrance. This isn’t your favorite gas station to frequent, but it’s the closest to your apartment and it’s fucking late. You’re exhausted and your brain is whirring from the past week of work. Oh, yeah, and your shitass boyfriend of five months—now ex-boyfriend—forgot to lock his stupid phone tonight to hide the midnight “u up?” texts coming in from his “just friends, I swear” coworker while he was taking what would be his last piss in your bathroom.
Fuck him. You’re getting drunk.
The clerk, a grimy-looking fifty-something-year-old in an undone patterned short-sleeve button-up and a cheap generic white tank top underneath, sits on a stool behind the register. You somehow doubt the tacky gold cross around his neck has seen the inside of a church in quite some time. He grunts in greeting, eyes glancing up briefly from the Playboy open between his spread legs. You don’t miss the small double-take he does when he sees a pretty young thing in a skimpy sundress entering his store alone, but you let it slide off. He can look if he wants; you could not give less of a fuck tonight.
Your flip flops clack against the dingy linoleum as you troll the empty aisles aimlessly, a force of habit despite knowing exactly what you’re here for. You stop at the refrigerated section at the back and scan the options, settling quickly on a pack of Trulys. You hoist it off the shelf and let the door snick shut, a burst of cool air ruffling your dress and igniting a wave of goosebumps on your legs.
You plop down the case on the front counter and rifle through your purse for your wallet.
“No can do, sweetheart.”
Your hands freeze in your purse as you look up at the clerk, still perched on his stool but sans the naked centerfold, having left it sloughed open on the counter turned to a busty topless swimsuit model with her tits pressed together between her arms.
“I’m sorry?” You inquire, pulling your hand out of your bag slowly. “I’m over 21. I have my ID with me.”
The clerk—Joel, you gather from his name badge—nods toward the 12-pack on the counter. “Can’t sell booze after midnight.”
“The fuck? Says who?” You bite back, your irritation from the day seeping into your tone in a way it typically wouldn’t. You’re not usually a bitch to strangers, least of all customer service workers, but it feels like this is some sort of cosmic joke.
It doesn’t phase Joel in the slightest. He just shrugs off your bitchiness and clarifies, “Says state law, sweetheart.”
“That’s the stupidest fucking law I’ve ever heard,” You deadpan, crossing your arms across your chest.
The man is not exactly subtle when his eyes sink down to drink in the way the motion props up your tits in your low-cut dress. Like you’re his own real-life Playboy model. Whatever. Maybe a little show will get him to bypass the stupid rule.
Joel makes a little tch sound with his tongue against his teeth. “Sorry, darlin’. Law’s the law.”
You huff, leaning forward on the counter and gifting him a very nice view down your dress. “Well I still think it’s stupid. Can’t you just give me a pass? Just this once? I’ve had an unbelievably shitty night,” You pout, mimicking the model discarded next to your elbow and using your arms to enhance your cleavage.
His jaw ticks as he overtly ogles what you’re serving him. When his eyes flick back up to yours, he’s donning a shallow smirk. “You find that that works for you often?” He quips, gesturing to your chest.
You shrug a shoulder with a smirk of your own. “Use what you’ve got, right?”
Joel leans back on his stool, scratching the back of his head as if in thought, his eyes darting back to your chest as he considers his options.
“Not so sure, sweetheart. Could get in heaps of trouble for shit like this.”
“What if…” You start off, a hand drifting up to your neckline and curling around it just above your right breast, pulling it down just a smidge. Not revealing anything yet, only an indication that you might. “What if I give you something a little better than that picture,” You proposition, luring his eyes down to the dirty magazine with your gaze, and then heading right back to him.
You see his tongue run over his top teeth behind his lip as he studies the topless model on the page, and then glances back up at you through his eyelashes with a skeevy tilt to his mouth. “Go on, then.”
You give him a sexy little smirk, checking the front door with a cursory glance. When you confirm the coast is clear, you bite your lip and start to lower your top.
Joel bows forward with his forearms against his thighs, eyes transfixed on every inch of skin being unveiled.
You bring your collar down coquettishly, your mouth popping in faux surprise when one hardened nipple slips free. “Oops,” You say with a cheeky smile.
A veiny hand comes up to stroke at his beard as he wets his lips. “Don’t be shy now. Give her sister a little breather too.”
“Greedy,” You scold with mock offense. But you’re already this far and you might as fucking well. You do a swift check of the door again as your other hand tugs your dress down on the other side.
“Go-lly,” Joel rasps accompanied by a low whistle. “Put that damn model to shame, sweetheart.” He adjusts himself in his jeans and you see a sizeable bulge at his crotch, plain as day.
His fingers twitch where they rest on his knee like they’re itching to touch.
“Thank you,” You purr, giving them both a single squeeze in your palms and pressing them together for good measure with your nipples peeking through your fingers before sliding your dress back in place. “And thank you for your sacrifice,” You tease, wrapping your hand around the handle of the seltzers.
“Now, hold on there, sweetheart,” Joel protests with a furrowed brow, slipping off his seat and slamming a hand down over yours on the case. “I didn’t say I’d let you have it for that.”
Your face drops. “Excuse me? You said—”
“I didn’t say jack shit,” Joel corrects. “You flashed your tits at me of your own accord. Not my fault you assumed.”
“That’s fucked up, dude!” You shout back. “I just gave you Girls Gone Wild Live, is that really not enough for you?”
Joel snorts a laugh.“ Shit, maybe for a fuckin’ tallboy or two, but not a whole goddamn case.” Joel cocks a hip and balances his arm across the seltzer. “Gonna need more’n a little peep show to haggle for a twelver.”
You’re absolutely positive you’re going to regret it, but you ask, “And what exactly would that entail?”
A filthy grin bleeds across his face, and he half-heartedly masks it with a hand over his mouth, wiping at the corners with the pads of his pudgy fingers. With his stemmed smile, he drops his palm to the counter, raking his eyes salaciously up the lines of your body. “How’s about you slip into the back with me and find out?”
You narrow your eyes at him. “I don’t think so, dude.”
The tip of his tongue creeps out to lick the corner of his mouth. “Throw in a pack o’ smokes too, ‘f that’s up your alley.”
You shift your weight and pout your lips to the side, crossing your arms again. “Marlboros?”
You don’t know why you’re asking. There’s no way you’re going anywhere with him. Right? You wouldn’t do that. No matter how…unexpectedly sexy this sleazy guy is. No matter how the sleeves of his shirt are straining around his biceps. Or how the little gold cross dangles in that unexplainably trashy-hot kind of way. Or how he is—no question—packing a fucking missile in his pants.
Shit.
“Whatever kind you want, for the right price, darlin’,” He winks.
You nibble your lower lip, weighing the situation. You know you’re being stupid. But you’re pissed off, maybe a little heartbroken, sufficiently horny, and newly bereft of your dick-on-demand as of a couple hours ago.
And Jesus, could you really fucking use a drink and a smoke right now. For free, nonetheless. Or, at least, not at the cost of anything you’d lament losing. Surely your dignity can withstand a meaningless fuck in a back room for your personal benefit, right?
Fuck it.
“Alright, fine,” You relent, leaning onto the counter again. “But let me spell things out this time. I let you take me in the back and fuck me—pussy only,” You dictate with a pointed finger, “And I leave with this case of seltzer and two packs of Marlboros, no charge.”
“I didn’t say two, I said—”
“Two packs of Marlboros,” You repeat with emphasis, jabbing your finger towards the back wall of tobacco products. “And we never fucking mention this again.”
“Jesus, bleedin’ me fuckin’ dry over here,” Joel mutters, his eyes dipping to the counter and then up to your tits. “Better be a sweet fuckin’ pussy.”
“Sweetest you’ll have till you kick the bucket next week, old man.”
“You got some fuckin’ spirit, I’ll give ya that,” Joel chuckles. He holds a hand out and you eye it tentatively for a brief moment before clasping it and giving it a solid shake. “We got a deal, sweetheart.”
Joel pushes himself off the counter and lifts the hinged countertop to pass through. He sticks his head out the door, looking left then right, and shuts it. He flips a sign on the glass to read “Be back in 10!” and bolts the lock, testing the door to ensure it holds.
“Come on then, darlin’. Better make it quick.”
He guides you to the back of the store and through a locked door labeled “Employees Only”, rushing you in with a hand on your lower back. The room is bursting with boxes, stacked near the ceiling in some places. Unsettling stains are splattered on nearly all visible floor space, some looking stickier than others. You gingerly set your purse down on a box by the door.
“Leave the dress on, but take those beautiful titties back out, sweetheart,” Joel directs, already working on unfastening his pants.
You roll your eyes a little, but oblige, dipping your dress down underneath your tits again. You back up against the door and toy with them absentmindedly as you watch Joel’s cock spring free from his boxers and holy shit.
“Woah,” is all you manage to vocalize.
Joel looks at you with a smirk, his wide hand stroking down the full length of him and dipping a thumb into the wet slit. “Biggest cock you’re gonna take ‘til you kick your own bucket, darlin’,” He chides, stepping toward you. “‘N you’ve got a hell of a lot longer to go than I do.”
“Yeah, no shit,” You breathe out, feeling your pussy gush into your panties at the thought of that inside of you. You idly reach between your legs and ruck up your dress, pulling your panties to the side and running a finger through your already-soaked folds.
“That’s a pretty little cunt, sweetheart,” Joel says with a voracious look in his eyes, laying a palm against the door level with your head. He’s so fucking large when he’s up this close, it makes your breath hitch. Even with your hips apart, you feel the tip of his cock graze the backs of your fingers where they’re playing with your pussy. Joel’s head dips down between your tits, nose tracing the curves before he sucks a nipple into his mouth.
You press your eyes shut for a moment to clear your head with a steadying breath. “Condom,” You order as the raised bud pops out of his mouth and he locks eyes with you.
“Ah, fresh out. Sorry, darlin’,” Joel says with a tone and expression that belies his complete lack of real remorse.
“You literally sell them. Right outside this door. Probably even have some in this room,” You argue back.
“I can’t be givin’ you any more of my stock, kid. You’re already cleanin’ me out.”
You roll your eyes and push off from the door, ducking under his arm and digging through the inner zipper pocket of your purse. You spin back around to him, holding a condom packet between your fingers with raised brows.
“Well, aren’t you a regular fuckin’ Girl Scout,” He mumbles with a tinge of irritation in his voice, snatching it from you. “Not a chance in hell this is gonna fit.”
“Oh fuck off with that bullshit,” You scoff. “You’ll be just fine.”
He rips the packet with his teeth and spits the strip onto the floor, the remainder of the foil following a moment later. He winces as he pinches the tip of the condom and rolls it down. “Fuckin’ hate these things.”
“You wanna fuck me or not?” You ask, your ass leaning against a smaller stack of boxes. “That’s my stipulation. Clock’s ticking, old man. Someone’s gonna be banging on that glass door sooner or later.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Joel mutters, pulling on his cock lewdly, “Bend over, little bitch. Let Daddy Joel take what he’s owed.”
“Jesus Christ,” You say under your breath incredulously, actively fighting the urge to roll your eyes again. You turn around and bend over the boxes, tucking your cheek into the loop of your arms and sticking your ass out.
“That’a girl,” He croons, pushing the hem of your dress up over your hips. He whistles at you for a second time, palming your ass with both hands and landing a sudden smack to your flesh that makes you jump. “That’s an ass fit for Playboy for sure.”
His thumb traces the strap of your thong down the crack of your ass, stopping at your blooming wet spot. “Look at that pussy. All drenched and waitin’ for me.”
You feel his hands slide into the gusset of your panties, and they tear apart under his fists with nothing more than a grunt and a tug. “There we go.”
“Hey!” You shout back, your head whipping around. “What the fuck, dude? Those aren’t cheap.”
Joel just shrugs, pressing a hand between your shoulder blades to bend you back over. “Should’ve taken ‘em off.”
Another tug at your waist and your panties fall from your body completely.
Joel’s hand nestles between your shoulders again as the other guides the fat head of his cock through your slick pussy. Your hips jolt when he catches on your clit, and he gives a satisfied breathy laugh.
“Oh, she’s creamin’ for it, ain’t she?”
You cringe internally at his phrasing—so fucking unsexy, but somehow making you wetter at the same time.
“God, just fuck me,” You moan, flexing onto your tiptoes to try and guide him where you want him.
“Mmm, needy little thing,” He rumbles, but sits his cock at your entrance. Joel flattens himself against your spine and nuzzles into the back of your neck as he rolls his hips into you, the head of his cock stretching you open.
You gasp out a pained whine, biting into the flesh of your arm as Joel continues to push his way through.
“Shit, this little pussy fucks right open, don’t it,” He grunts, securing a hand onto your hip as he slides all the way inside. His panting breaths waft over your skin, tickling the hairs at the nape of your neck. His other hand comes up to grope at your breast, tweaking the nipple between his pointer and middle knuckles.
It feels like he’s ripping you open from the inside, like he’s shifting your organs as he makes room for himself inside your body. You squeak out a quiet, “Ow,” as his hips collide flush with your ass and his length bottoms out, stretching you more than you could even fathom before.
“Yeah,” Joel moans in your ear, pulling out a few inches and slamming back in as you cry out. “Bet you like it when it hurts, don’t ya, sweetheart.”
You squeal when he pulls out further and fills you completely again, setting a languid pace as he retreats slowly and then rams all of him back inside you at once. The sting of him fades into the background, but the overwhelming size of him, the all-encompassing fullness that you feel just gets more intense.
You muffle your cries into your arm as he whispers filth into your ear.
“Splittin’ you open just right, isn’t it, sweetheart? Daddy Joel knows just how to give it to you. Make you scream for it. Make them legs shake. That’s right, baby, take it good for Daddy.”
And you can’t do anything but take it. Take his huge cock pounding into you, take his disgusting words spilling in your ear, take the sound of slapping reverberating around the stockroom as your ass crashes against his hips.
“Yeah, you like Daddy Joel’s big cock, don’t ya?” His voice rasps over the crude slap of his skin against yours. Your brain feels scrambled, only spluttering out a strained whimper in response.
A hand slides down your thigh and hooks around the back of your knee, hauling it up onto the top of the box and spreading you wide open for him as your sandal clatters to the ground.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Joel groans obscenely loud in the small, crowded space as he sinks even deeper into you, pulling a noise from you that’s so foreign you’re not entirely sure you’ve ever made it before. Somewhere between a moan, a scream, and a gasp shredding your throat at the impossibility of him filling you any more than he already had.
“Fuck, I can’t—I can’t—” You cry out, tears welling in your eyes, hands scratching for purchase on the edges of the box.
“Yes you can, darlin’. Takin’ it so good,” He grunts, gripping your shoulder for leverage as his relentless thrusts devastate your very core and lick at your cervix.
“Too—too fucking big, please. Please hurry,” You whimper, your hand flying back to push back against his hips. He slaps your hand away and grabs at your wrist, bending your arm and locking it at your back as he ceaselessly fucks into your clenching hole.
“Daddy’s too fucking big, huh?” He teases with laughter in his voice. “‘F it’s too big, why’s your pussy takin’ it so easy? It’s fuckin’ squeezin’ me, darlin’. It don’t want me to leave.”
You sob into your arm as your one leg remaining on the floor starts to quiver beneath you.
“Mmm, fuck, that’s right. Want you shiverin’ and shakin’ on Daddy’s cock. Fuckin’ you so wide open, y’could probably fit one of them seltzer cans up your snatch after this no problem,” Joel grits out.
Your eyes threaten to roll back in your head as sweat gathers at your temples and your body feels like it’s buzzing. “I fuck—I fucking can’t—t-t-too much, too big,” You stutter, feeling your pussy shuddering around him in what you think is an orgasm but you can’t even fucking tell from how foggy your brain is, how overstimulated every cell in your body feels.
Joel grunts loudly as your cunt pulses around him, jerking his hips faster into you as you constantly strain to catch your breath. “Fuckin’ take it, bitch. Fuck your Daddy for your booze, and he’ll let you have it,” He growls out, before you distinctly hear him spit, and then feel a splash of saliva hit the crack of your ass and drip down between your cheeks.
“Goddamn, wish I could coat this fuckin’ pussy with my load. Pump you full of my come, watch it drip outta ya,” He moans, his voice becoming increasingly unsteady as his hips snap into you faster and faster. “Gonna bust inside this little cunt, darlin’. Fuck, take it, take it, take it, bitch,” He grunts with one last obliterating thrust inside you, and then he’s coming with a guttural moan. You can feel his cock pulse with how tight your walls are choking it out of him, even with the condom.
Your mouth is dry and your thighs are soaked as Joel pulls out of you gingerly. You startle when he smacks your ass with a heavy hand again.
“Some good fuckin’ pussy,” He pants out, making quiet little noises of sensitivity as he slips the condom off his softening cock and ties it off, tossing it in a nearby trash can.
You lower your leg back down to the ground carefully, and you somehow become less balanced, your legs collapsing out from under you as you crumple to the floor onto your hands and knees.
You hear Joel chuckle in time with the zipper on his jeans. “Take your time. Gotta open back up.”
You hear the door shut after him, and you just breathe, limbs still vibrating as you kneel on the tacky floor.
What the fuck just happened to you, You think.
You just got fucked within an inch of your life by a sleazy gas station clerk, that’s what happened. And you have no fucking idea how to process it.
When you’re pretty sure you can tolerate it, you muscle yourself up off the ground and stuff your tits back into your dress. The panties are a lost cause, so you leave them littering the floor. Fuck, he can have the souvenir. He deserves it.
You ruffle your hair, slip your lost flip flop back on, grab your purse, and stumble out into the store. A couple haggard souls browse the aisles with glazed eyes as you make your way to the front, oblivious to your presence or from where you just exited from. You approach the counter where your case of Truly still sits. Joel is back up on his perch with his ragged boots propped on the bottom rung of the stool, the Playboy suitably stashed away from sight.
“Get everything you need?” He asks coolly, a coy smile playing at his lips.
“Um, two packs of Marlboro Reds, please,” You answer softly, your voice cracking slightly and prompting you to clear your throat.
Joel nods with that grin still in place, spinning on his seat and snagging the cigarettes. He tilts the cartons to and from his head in some semblance of a saluting gesture and places them on top of the seltzers. “Pleasure doin’ business with ya, darlin’. Come back anytime.”
Your eyes involuntarily flit toward his crotch and back up. A spark lights back up in your chest and you grant him a playful smirk. “I just might.”
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