tags: minors dni!! smut, both participants are adults, age gap (41/26) uniform kink, hand humping..?, jim keeps that fuckin uniform on😛, jim calls reader kid, pussy pronouns, office sex, riding, protected p in v, dirty talk and mutual orgasms.
summary: you and your boss cross the line for the so-called “last time”.
you knew that what you and jim were doing was wrong.
hawkins wasn’t a huge town after all — if people found out what you’d both been doing together, you’d be crucified. gossip spread like wildfire around here so good thing this was the last time.
or so what you both had told yourselves.
you’d landed this job by a mere fluke. flo — the previous secretary of hawkins police station had given up her job four months ago, retired. and luckily you had just happened to have some office qualifications and got in.
by no means was the job easy — you practically worked your ass off everyday and sometimes even stayed after hours to get some of the never ending paperwork done.
but there was one person that made your days a little less stressful — well, that’s what a good fuck’ll do to you, right?
jim hopper, hawkins chief of police.
this whole thing between the two of you — something you weren’t even sure you’d call a romance started right around your second month on the job.
at first, jim was fine. professional, a little cranky at times and sarcastic. he didn’t hassle himself with getting overly close to you, just came in, did his job and went home. but you were sort of drawn to him. like a moth to a flame. did it come from having no father figure in your life whatsoever? likely. but he was just.. real. he said what everyone else was afraid to say they were feeling. he was straight up, no fucking around and had that dry kind of sense of humour that you’d catch yourself chuckling at every once in a while.
so one night, while working late in the office you and jim.. sort of just happened. a rough fuck over his desk was the start of everything. and now, as much as you both tried to convince yourselves that it was wrong and that you needed to stop, you both couldnt seem to get enough of the other.
it was one of those mornings that made you not want to get out of bed. the weather was gloomy, a little wet from the fall rain but still had that kind of beauty to it that made everything feel cozy.
the office was warm when you made it inside, your desk just the way you left it. you checked your watch, 6:23 am.
you liked to get in early. it made you feel productive, like you were achieving something before most people had even made it out of bed.
you set your bag down and settled into your chair with a sigh, already starting to look over your schedule of whatever bullshit you had to put up with today, but a familiar voice pulled you out of your concentration.
“you’re here early,”
jim.
you turned your spinning chair around to face him and was met with him standing in the doorway of his own office. you, out of habit and maybe nerves fixed your hair, a surprised chuckle escaping.
“i could say the same thing about you, chief,” you mused, standing up and adjusting your skirt, taking a couple steps in his direction. “what’s got you out of bed?”
his expression stayed neutral but you could see that underlying amusement in his eyes. “just thought i’d get a head start on lookin’ over some of that paperwork on the spray painting incident.”
“really?” you smiled, clearly unconvinced. “so you didn’t come to see me?” you cocked your head to the side, a cheeky grin crossing your lips.
you shouldn’t be doing this.
this is wrong.
jim seemed to stifle a noise, shuffling on his feet. “hm. i don’t know, maybe i did. might just have to come into my office and find out.” he mumbled.
you snorted. “is that your attempt at flirting?”
“just get your ass into the fucking office.”
and that’s how you ended up here — jim waiting expectantly on his office chair, legs spread invitingly as he watched you unbutton your blouse.
“i hope you know that this is the last time, kid. we seriously have to stop after this.” he said, trying to sound responsible despite the fucking tent in his pants.
he was whipped and he knew it.
“mhm. last time, totally.” you nodded in mock seriousness, pouting in an authoritative looking manner to mirror his own. you unbuttoned the last of the buttons and allowed your baby pink blouse to fall open, your white, lacy bra coming into view. you bit your lip as jim’s eyes spilled over your figure, taking in those full breasts of yours, your nipples which were peaked in anticipation slightly visible through the thin material.
“fuck,” he groaned head tilting back. he signalled you over with two fingers, an action that could’ve made you cum on the spot itself. you strutted teasingly slow over to him and as soon as you were in reach he pulled you by your wrist into his lap, manoeuvring you so you were straddling him. you squealed a little at the sudden action and soon his hands were up cupping your breasts. “you look so beautiful in lace, you know that?”
your throat tightened a little as his words. it was something so small but it wasn’t often that hopper complimented you like that. it was usually just some lewd comment about your ass or how your legs looked in a certain outfit — not that you didn’t enjoy those ones — but this one just felt a little different, tender maybe?
“i guess i do now.” you whispered, voice breathy as you leaned in to capture his lips with your own. he tasted of coffee and something else you couldn’t quite place, something just.. uniquely jim, you guessed. he responded to the kiss eagerly, shifting you in his lap so he could flip up your pencil skirt, hands grabbing greedy handfuls of your thighs until they eventually drifted up to the matching panties you were wearing. his fingers found your already over excited bundle of nerves over your underwear and they pressed down on it as you both made out.
the feeling made you moan against his lips, tongue now sloppily exploring his mouth as you bucked your hips into his hand. the feeling was so delicious, even more so with the layers between the two of you.
you pulled back breathlessly, hands travelling up to his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath your palms. “do you have a condom?”
he heaved a breath, face slightly flushed and lips pink from the bonne bell strawberry lip smacker you had applied before work. he lifted his hips up while keeping you on his lap and reached into the butt pocket of his khaki pants — pulling out his leather wallet. he opened it up and pulled out a trojan from it, holding it between two of his fingers and smiling like he’d won a prize.
you giggled at his face, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. “you’re an idiot.”
“hm,” he hummed, hands cupping your waist and thumbs stroking idle circles into your skin. “but you still want this idiot to fuck you. so.. that makes you a bit of an idiot too, doesn’t it?”
you shrugged, grinning at his playfulness, something that was rare for jim, especially in work. “maybe it does,” you rocked your hips into his own in an experimental grind, humming when you heard him groan at the sensation. “how about you get to it then, idiot?”
“fine then.. idiot.” he replies in a mocking, slightly bratty-child tone. you shifted back on his lap enough for him to get his fly open, his hands working the button and zipper of his work pants. “up,” he orders, tapping your hip but you didn’t budge. he looked at you with a confused expression, clearly not expecting this sudden adamancy.
you flushed a little, crookedly smiling as you leaned in to whisper in his ear. “want you to.. keep your uniform on.”
you pulled back and you were met with the cockiest goddamn smirk that it almost made you wish you hadn’t said anything.
“you like my uniform, honey?” he asked, clearly amused.
“oh shut up,” you grumbled, manoeuvring yourself a little awkwardly to pull his boxers down while still on top of him and freeing his hard cock from his pants that were hardly down his thighs. you fisted him and jim immediately groaned in satisfaction at the feeling of your soft hand around his dick. “goddamn, someone’s eager.”
you moaned softly, leaning into his lips yet again and giving his cock a shallow stroke while you clumsily tore the condom open and took it out of it’s wrapper, fumbling with it a little while rolling it onto his cock. hopper kissed you back, hands travelling under your skirt to pull your panties aside, the cheap material ripping a little at the rough action. jim hiked your skirt up just above your lower belly, exposing your cunt to his lap.
“just want your cock jim,” you whined.
hopper chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “yeah, i can see that. pussy’s dripping all over this damn uniform, trouble.” he said in a slightly mocking tone, as if he found it amusing how aroused you became around him.
“mm, it’s all for you,” you hummed, voice breaking into a whimper when he collected your slick from your hole and brought it up to your clit, massaging your sticky fluid into that bundle of nerves. your hips twitched forward at the sensation, head tipping back as pleasure washed over you.
“come on, baby,” he encouraged, his other hand caressing your side. “ride my dick. show me just how much you need me.”
that was all the encouragement you needed. you took his cock into your hand rubbed it against your slick hole, teasing yourself a little by putting it in and taking it out a couple times. you dug your nails into his shirt clad shoulders and in one swift movement, you sunk down onto his length, your pussy greedily swallowing him up and your walls welcoming him gracefully. jim wasn’t huge in length but he was thick so he never failed to hit that spot inside you and the anticipation for that moment was enough to slick you up even more.
hoppers head tipped back, hanging awkwardly off the chair as he felt your heat envelope him so comfortingly. the feeling of your wet walls hugging him so damn tightly was enough to nearly make him loose it. he had been thinking about this all morning so hopefully he didn’t really show his age and cum in seconds. “jesus, sweetie. she’s squeezing me so tight.” he grunted, his hands going to your hips supportively.
“fuck, jim,” you breathed, your head dropping forward and thumping gently against his chest. you let yourself sit with the feeling of him stretching you, you always found this angle a little more intense.
“take your time,” he comforted in a surprisingly soft voice, one of his hands holding the back of your neck, his thumb stroking idle circles into your skin as you regained your bearings.
you pressed a kiss to the material of his shirt, rolling your hips experimentally just to feel his member graze your swollen g-spot. you bit your lip, moaning through your teeth when you felt his dick put such a perfect amount of pressure on where you needed it the most.
“that’s it honey, get yourself used to it before you get to bouncing.” he instructed, his fingers finding their way to your scalp, his blunt nails scratching you there.
“feels good,” you mumbled, pulling your head back from his chest and looking up at him. he looked so beautiful like this, so masculine with his uniform on and his hat. before you could over think it, you plucked the hat from his head and with a sheepish smile, put it on the top of your own head. you giggled and brought your hands to his shoulders as you started to ride him with more intention now, rolling your hips a little more confidently.
he let out a breathy laugh, looking up at you while he guided your hips. “what’s this all about? trying to be a cowgirl?”
you hummed thoughtfully. “well, i think i ride you pretty well.” you moaned.
“hm. suppose that you do.” he agreed, his hands sliding up your torso to cup your covered breasts, kneading them in his hand while you moved your hips in a steady rhythm.
you let out a choked sound, adjusting your position so you could start to bounce a little unsteadily in his lap, the backs of your thighs now starting to thud against his own partially covered ones.
jim moaned, the sound a little startled from the sudden determination in your moves. “fuck, kid. gonna make me cum if you keep that up.”
your lips parted in a messy moan at his words and the feeling of your clit rubbing off his skin. “god, just keep talking,”
“yeah?” he asked, his fingers starting to dig a little painfully into your now bouncing, covered breasts. “you like when i talk dirty to you, doll?”
you could only respond with a half moaned “mhm,” too focused on the task at hand to think of something hot to respond with.
“yeah, i think you do,” he replied for you. “think this pussy likes it anyway. can feel it twitching around me. you gonna cum, sweetheart? you gonna cum on my cock?”
soon, the only response you could say was a babbled “gonnacumgonnacumgonnacum,” before you were gushing on his cock, your fluid running down his length and making a mess of the thin hairs at his base. your bounces started to become uneven so hopper took over, using his big hands to bounce your wrung out body in his lap to get himself closer to his own climax.
“s’too much, too much jim,” you whispered urgently, your head falling forward into his shoulder.
“hold on, m’nearly there, oh, fuck,” he grunted.” “here it comes,” he spilled into the condom with a broken groan, hands squeezing your waist as he fucked himself through the last spurts of his orgasm. you groaned tiredly into his shoulder, relieved when he finally stopped bouncing you on his cock.
“goddamn,” he breathed, rubbing your back a little. “made a bit of a mess, huh?”
“mmhm. too bad we did this in your office. means you have to clean it up.” you quipped, slowly pulling out of your hazy, post-orgasm state.
jim raised his head at that immediately. “hey — what? that’s not f—”
“not fair?” you giggled, slipping off of his lap and rummaging through one of his drawers to look for something to wipe yourself down with, coming across a couple of deli napkins — good enough. “i seem to recall you saying the exact same thing to me last week when we did activities like this at my desk.” you argued, wiping between your thighs quickly before balling the thin napkins and tossing them in the trash can underneath jim’s desk.
jim looked up at you with a clearly unimpressed face, grabbing your blouse and tossing it to you while pulling the used condom off of his softening length with a grimace.
“think of it this way,” you smirked. “we won’t be doing this again, as you said, so, this’ll be the last time you’ll have to do this, right?”
husband joel who insists he’s “too damn old” to carve pumpkins but when he comes home from work one evening and see’s you sitting at the kitchen table attempting to carve a face into the fruit, he completely folds for you, taking over and carving a surprisingly great face into it.
husband joel who has such a guilty pleasure for ghostbusters no matter how hard he tries to deny it. one saturday night after a lazy day in sweatpants, he decides to pull out the old dvd despite you guys having netflix, claiming that “s’much better this way.”
husband joel who swears he’s not into the whole “halloween costume shit” but completely folds when he sees you come out of the bathroom wearing the “little outfit” you’d picked out for him. the night then ends with you sprawled out on your belly, black cat lingerie costume on, ass and tail up in the air while he feeds his cock to you in gentle strokes focusing on that special spot inside you, cooing to you when you hiccup and whine “prettiest damn costume in town, baby girl. prettiest pussy too, huh?”
husband joel who on Halloween night, refuses to hand out candy to the kids, too awkward. but when he watches you do it, interacting with the little kids’ Halloween costumes, he gets a huge surge of baby fever.
husband joel who agrees to spend Halloween night inside watching scary movies, laughing and pulling you closer into his chest when you scream at the jump scares in IT and pet cemetery. you both make homemade pizza for dinner that night, joel clumsily trying to roll the dough until you take over and he stands behind you, arms looped around your waist as he presses quiet, messy kisses to the back of your neck, rubbing your belly as you giggle and exclaim about him being distracting. you then spend the rest of the night watching some quieter, less-scary Halloween movies like Edward scissorhands and carrie.
husband joel who swears he doesn’t drink that “pumpkin spice shit” yet still steals sips of yours when you go for a cozy morning walk, admiring the crunchy leaves.
husband joel who eats your pretty pussy so fucking gently when you’re restless after a horror movie night. really getting into all those nooks and crannies and, of course, paying some attention to that puffy clit of yours. “just relax,” he’ll say. “s’not real. you’re safe with me, baby girl. just let yourself feel it, honey.” he might even put a vibe to your clit, watching the way you immediately arch into it, body shaking with sobs while he rubs your back, soothing you into it.
story tags: minors dni! age gap (20s/50s), caretaker!joel x bratty f!reader, pussy eating (from the back aka yum), protected sex (whoo hoo!), mutual orgasms, crying after sex, joel drinks and smokes, comfort, parent loss.
summary: you and joel both cross a line.
warning: both participants are consenting adults!
joel miller was a man of many capabilities.
he could lay concrete with his eyes closed, fix a leaky sink, muster up a tune from lazily strumming a few cords.
but one thing he wasn’t too great at, was dealing with the emotions of others. which was something he was unfortunately having to do a lot of for the past year and a half.
he still remembers getting that call on a slow and lazy Sunday morning. the call that damn near brought joel to his knees. the broken whisper from you over the phone telling him about your parents dying in that tragic car accident still haunted him to this day.
joel made a promise to himself that he would take care of you. that he would be that guardian figure that you needed, but one thing he didn’t see coming was falling in love with you in the process.
the defeating sound of your alarm going off tore you from your slumber — forcing you to drag yourself out of bed and throw on the first thing you could find in your closet.
the thought of sitting through a world literature class this morning and a british literature class this afternoon made you want to a put a bullet in your head, so, you sheepishly made your way downstairs.
joel sat at the kitchen table like he usually did every morning, nursing a coffee and a cigarette with the newspaper in hand and a restless look in his eyes.
the minute he saw you, his demeanour shifted — visibly tensing up.
you made your way into the kitchen, hair now thrown up a messy ponytail. “hey, old man,” you chirped in a sing song voice, sitting across from him on the kitchen table. “no coffee for me?”
“the machines over there,” he grumbled, taking a long drag from his half smoked cigarette and tipping the ash off it into the tray on the table. his eyes briefly met yours with an unreadable look, clearly noticing your very not appropriate class attire — a sloppy graphic tee and a pair of sleep shorts he could only catch a glimpse of from how long the shirt was. “ain’t lookin’ very professional over there.”
“yeah well.. m’not really in the mood to go to class today.” you answered with a hint of nervousness.
that caught joel’s attention.
“and why’s that?” he questioned with authority.
you bit down on your bottom lip to contain your smile at his grumpy face. “just lady things, joel. you wouldn’t understand.” you said confidently, knowing that would shut him up.
“right — yeah, uh, okay. s’uhm.. yeah..” he stammered, clearing his throat awkwardly and stubbing out his cigarette. he stood up quickly and took his empty mug to the kitchen counter, rinsing it out under the tap and leaving it on the drying board.
you smiled to yourself.
you weren’t stupid. you knew how you affected joel.
and a sick and twisted part of you secretly loved it. loved to watch him squirm in his seat when you draped your legs over his lap on the couch. loved watching his face when you wore a particularly revealing shirt just to see his eyes attempt to avoid your cleavage.
you knew it was wrong — of course you did. but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have your fun.
you followed joel into the living room and plonked down next to him on the couch. some cop show or other played on the tv in front of you both while joel scowled at your proximity.
“what?” you asked in an obnoxious tone, shifting closer just to annoy him. “you know, most people would be happy that i chose to sit with them.” you continued. “because i’m fun. but you.. you act like i’ve got the plague or somethin’.”
joel let out a long, unamused breath through his nose — eyes not moving from the car chase on the tv. “ain’t bout no.. diseases you may or may not have. just tryna watch my show s’all.”
you giggled at that.
joel had a way of being funny without intending to. his grumpy responses to your sarcastic comments never failed to make you laugh even after a bad day.
you arched your back into a stretch, arms going over your head as you let out a long, deliberate hum of contentment. your shirt rode up a little on your thigh in the process and for a split, tiny second — you caught joel looking. just a quick glance out of the corner of his eye before it darted back to the tv as if nothing had happened. his jaw ticked, a muscle there jumping as he lifted his hand up to rub at the back of his neck.
gotcha miller.
“you think you’re so slick, don’t you?”
joel’s expression shifted to confusion. he blinked as if he wasn’t quite sure whether he heard you right.
“slick?” he repeated, turning to look at you properly.
you deliberately brushed your leg against his thigh when you turned in your seat to face him. a smirk crawled it’s way onto your face as you tilted your head to the side, ponytail falling over your shoulder.
“uh huh. slick.” you confirmed like it was obvious. “thinking that i don’t notice how you look at me. that i don’t notice how badly you try to act as if you don’t want to fuck me, joel.”
joel stood up suddenly at that, panic and embarrassment flooding his features. his ears turned pink and he shifted his arms between crossing over his chest or dropping them to put his hands on his hips. “that’s.. you can’t say things like that, kid.”
“no?” you asked, voice dropping lower — feigning innocence.
“no.” joel replied quickly.
you stood up slowly and made your way over to him — steps calculated and oozing with confidence. “so you don’t wanna fuck me?”
joel took a step back, swallowing dryly. “no! — fuck, kid, this,” he gestured wildly with his hand, trying to make sense of the insane shift of energy. “— is inappropriate — is — is wrong.. i.. this is not a conversation we should be having.”
you huffed and stopped in your place a couple feet away from him. you rolled your eyes. “come on, miller! my mom and dad are dead, it’s not like they can do anything about it!“
he winced a little at your insensitive words, shaking his head in an attempt to stay firm. “i think it’s best i go out for a little bit and when i come back, we’re going to forget this conversation ever happened.” he stated, trying to keep his voice from shaking. he turned on his heel and started to walk toward the door.
frustrated and horny, you called after him. “what is it, huh? you afraid you can’t get it up or somethin’?”
joel didn’t reply, just kept his back to you and continued walking.
you continued, following him across the threshold as you talked. “whatever.. you’ll regret it later when you’ve gotta jerk off like a sad old man in bed.”
joel’s shoulders tensed as he stopped in front of the cabinet at the front door, rummaging through the various keys in the ceramic dish.
you stood behind him, rambling on like a child begging for a new toy. “poor joel, always tryin’ to be the good guy even if it means deprivin’ himself. that’s fine, you do what you want.” you shrugged your shoulders. “guess i’ll have t’just find some college boy who’ll—”
joel turned around quickly, grabbing you with a rough calloused hand around your throat — not enough to cut off your air, but enough for you to feel his rage. you squeaked out an attempt to question his actions but before you could try again, he had you backed against the wall, knee firmly slotted between your legs to keep you from moving.
“just don’t know when to shut this damn mouth huh?” he brought his hand away from your throat and up, squeezing your jaw, forcing your lips into a pout and pressing his point. “don’t know how to take no for an answer, ain’t that right?”
it was as if all the breath had left your lungs. you looked up at him with wide eyes — not wide with fear, but with shock. this man — joel miller — quiet, calm and collected, was actually putting you in your place? not just huffing or rolling his eyes at your bratty comments. “joel—”
“no.” he cut you off quickly, pushing your head back against the wall with a soft thud. “you’re gonna listen t’me. always walkin’ round here like ya own the place, like you’re payin’ these goddamn bills. like you’re the one puttin’ food on the table and takin’ care o’me. well, that’s gon’ change now.”
you gulped and nodded the best you could with his firm grip on your jaw. he scanned you for a second to make sure you were listening, to make sure you weren’t about to run your mouth again, before dropping his hand.
“okay?” he asked.
you nodded your head quickly. “yes.”
“sit down.” he nodded orderly over to the couch.
you didn’t hesitate in complying.
you weren’t sure whether he was going to murder you or fuck you, either way, you weren’t about to argue with him.
you took a seat on the couch, body rigid as you lowered yourself into the seat. you clasped your hands together in your lap, looking up at joel as he walked toward you.
he stood in front of you and ran both hands down his face before speaking up, voice thick.
“if we’re gonna do this, there’s some rules you gotta follow.” he stated.
you nodded, looking up at him curiously.
“rule number one. this ain’t a.. relationship. i ain’t your fuckin’.. boyfriend or whatever, we just get each other off when we need it. if i need to get off, I’ll tell you, same goes for you.” his voice was low, ashamed like he couldn’t believe he was actually agreeing to this fucked up little situation with a girl young enough to be his daughter.
you swallowed at his words but nodded, showing him you understood.
“rule number two, we don’t tell anyone about this. and i mean nobody. not your little friends or people at school. this stays between the two of us.” you nodded quietly, but obviously that wasn’t enough for Joel.
“jesus.. cat gotch’ya tongue, girl?” he grumbled.
you nodded your head quickly. “sorry — yeah, i promise.”
“good.” he continued. “and last rule, when we ain’t.. busy, i don’t want no talk about what we do, we save that for when we are busy. other than that, nothing else changes.” he finishes. “oh — and no kissin’ — and ya sleep in your own bed.”
you nodded one last time. the thought of following all these rules was incredibly overwhelming but arousing at the same time. the fact you could just let joel know whenever you needed cock was so incredibly taboo and hot at the same time. this man who was practically family, your dead parents best friend being your fuck buddy? god, it was so wrong.
you bit down on your lip and stood up, walking over to joel slowly. “so.. you said i can tell you whenever i wanna get off, right?” you inquired, voice dropping softer.
joel’s eyes darkened a little but he nodded anyway.
you brought both hands up to his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his flannel. you switched your voice to a whisper, standing on your tippy-toes and leaning into his ear. “well, what if i said i needed you right now?”
joel’s stare lingered on you for a long moment, heavy and unreadable, before he finally let out a rough exhale through his nose. he rubbed a hand over his beard like he was already tired of himself.
“okay,” he muttered under his breath, almost too quiet for you to hear. his hand came up to cover one of yours on his chest, patting it awkwardly before setting both of them back down by your side. “said ya.. needed it, so sit.”
he jerked his head toward the couch, jaw clenched hard enough to crack a goddamn tooth. you bit back a smile and made your way to the couch, sitting back comfortably against the cushions — thighs squished together in a measly attempt at hiding how desperate you were for him.
he let out a long sigh, muttering something about how he couldn’t believe he was doing this before walking over to you, toeing his boots off in the meantime.
“this ain’t complicated,” he stated flatly, tone almost businesslike — as if he were laying out a deal. “you said ya wanted somethin’, so i’m givin’ it. that’s all this is gonna be between us. nothin’ more, nothin’ less. ya got it?”
“mmmhm,” you hummed, nodding and saluting in mock seriousness. “sir, yes, sir.”
he looked at you humourlessly, rolling his eyes and grinding his teeth. “thin ice, kid.” he warned.
as much as you wanted to continue teasing and bratting him, you were pathetically horny and in need of some kind of touch on your sopping pussy, so, you decided to play along. “right. sorry.”
“now,” joel cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting between his feet and avoiding your gaze. “you on any, uhm.. birth control, or anythin’?” he croaked, like it pained him to ask.
shit.
of course you weren’t.
you’d always decided against the pill — too many complicated symptoms and side affects, it was always much easier to just fuck with a rubber or in a pinch, have the guy pull out.
“uh.. no, sorry.” you answered, bringing your thumb up to you mouth to bite down on your nail.
“christ.” joel grumbled, clearly at the end of his tether. he reached into the back pocket of his jeans, fishing around until he found his wallet, pulling it out and opening it.
you snorted, allowing the grin that was tugging at your lips to take over. “you keep your rain coats in your wallet? sure that’s not expired, old man?”
joel ignored you, slipping the condom wrapper between his two fingers and tossing his wallet on the couch. “stand up. over the arm of the couch, don’t make me repeat m’self.”
you did as he said. standing up from where you were perched and walking at a pathetic pace toward the arm of the couch, deliberately taking your time. you looked down and noticed the prominent bulge around Joel’s cock. he obviously wanted this a lot more than he let on.
“jesus christ.” he muttered, stomping over to you and grabbing your bicep, yanking you to the arm of the sofa and pushing you down roughly until your cheek was flush with the leather — back arched over the couch perfectly. he kicked your legs apart gently but frantically, making you yelp.
“joel!” you complained, huffing into the couch.
once he had you in place, he took a second for himself. he stood behind you silently and you could feel the weight of his stare. the conflict and desire fighting one another.
you suddenly felt bad for teasing him. at the end of the day, this wasn’t exactly what he signed up for when he said he’d take care of you after your mom and dad. he obviously didn’t mean to catch feelings— or whatever it was he felt for you. you broke the silence, voice softer this time, not carrying the edge of a bratty comment.
“i do want this, joel. i mean, it’s pretty obvious you want it too.” joel didn’t answer, just exhaled quietly and shakily.
after a beat he brought his hand up to your hip, gently squeezing it — testing. your exhaled with a soft hum, moving to arch back into his touch but he removed his hand before you got the chance — before things got too touchy-feely.
“these shorts,” he started. “take ‘em off.”
your cheeks warmed. of course you wanted this, but the thought of taking your shorts off yourself, baring yourself to him made you feel shy all of a sudden, but, nonetheless, you complied.
you stood up momentarily, reaching for the waistband of your shorts and trailing them down your legs until they hit the floor. you could hear Joel’s sharp exhale when you revealed your bare bottom half to him — no panties. it wasn’t like you weren’t wearing them to be sexy — just for comfort, but right now, it felt so intimate.
you bent back over the couch once you’d stepped your socked covered feet out of your bundled shorts. you nuzzled your cheek into the couch cushions, waiting to hear the sound of a belt, but you didn’t.
instead, you heard joel dropping to his knees behind you, his joints cracking in the process. “fuck,” he mumbled, both hands hesitatantly coming up to cup your ass cheeks. you groaned softly when he spread them apart with his thumbs, feeling your arousal coat your inner thighs as a result from the completely erotic position you were in — how completely at his mercy you were.
“this all f’me?” he rasped, breath fanning over your sensitive folds, causing a shiver to run up your spine.
“no, s’for the mail man, joel.” you responded dryly because even in your vulnerability, you couldn’t allow him to have full power over you.
you felt a harsh smack land across your right ass cheek, making you hiss and jolt slightly. “what did i tell ya bout that mouth? huh? cause i don’t mind leavin’ ya here like this, kid.”
“sorry.” you mumbled because the thought of him leaving you here dripping made you feel sick to your stomach.
joel hummed, clearly feeling on top of the world about having you so compliant like this. bent over the couch, pretty pussy and tight little hole on display just for him. eventually after a lot of consideration, he leaned in, licking a long stripe from your wet hole up to your clit. the action made you groan in relief. you clung on to the couch cushions, short, painted nails digging into the fabric while joel explored you. his tongue started to lap the juices at your opening, lewd sounds of slurping beginning to fill the small living room.
you gasped when Joel groaned against you, the vibrations sending a charming jolt of pleasure through you. “oh, joel,” you moaned, panting heavily as he continued to taste your juices. he pulled back just for a second to check in.
“how’s that? feelin’ good, sweetheart?” he asked smugly, already knowing your response. nonetheless you responded, this time without any brattiness in your tone.
“yes, joel.. feels so good.” you whined, pushing your hips back into his face, seeking more of his attention. he chuckled low in his throat, the sound rumbling in his chest — but he didn’t argue.
he leaned back in and explored through your folds, his face buried between your ass cheeks as if they were made to accommodate him. he nosed your clit, licking his way up there as he knew that was clearly where you needed him the most. he kitten licked at it first, turning his tongue into a point as he did so and then finally, he sucked it into his mouth.
the pleasure rippled through your entire body, sparks of sensations you’d never felt with an other man before. “oh my god! joel — fuck!” you called out, but Joel was just too busy to reply. it felt so fucking good it brought tears to your eyes. quickly the only thing you could do was sob into the couch, whining about how fucking good he was and how it was right there and please don’t stop. your thighs started to tremble either side of his head, body visibly starting to shake.
“oh, god,” you hiccuped helplessly. “you’re gonna make me cum.”
your broken noises prompted joel to double his efforts — nosing your clitoral hood up to suck directly on that little button, grabbing handfuls of your sweaty ass cheeks. he was embarrassingly hard in his pants, about five minutes away from creaming them just from the taste of your pussy alone.
god, he’d wanted this for so long. you, sprawled out in front of him, pussy so ready for his cock, and now? now it was finally happening.
“joeljoeljoeljoel!” you chanted pathetically, feeling your peak get closer and closer. “FUCK JOEL! YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CUUUMM—”
your pussy spasmed, arousal gushing from your quivering hole. your orgasm hit your like a goddamn truck. ecstasy completely took over your entire body, your eyes rolling back and mouth opening in a silent scream, not even being capable of moaning from being so focused on that release. everything went blank for a split second but your vision quickly swam back into sight. joel sucked you more gently through it — little kisses and gentle flicks from his tongue — careful not to overwhelm you.
after what felt like forever, joel pulled back, face red and wet from you. the room was silent aside from your pants ands little sniffles.
“listen we don’t have to do anym—”
you interrupted. the thought of having sex right now felt pretty overbearing, but the thought of not feeling Joel’s cock was even worse. “no! please fuck me, joel.”
“jesus..” he muttered, clearly still not used to hearing this girl he’s known ever since she was born talk so bluntly.
“please.. I’ll be a good girl...” you mumbled almost incoherently. your body still buzzed from your orgasm, but you were still so ready. so ready for him to ruin you all over again.
your words seemed to break joel.
he was on his feet in a flash, his flannel shirt was off in seconds, almost certain a button broken from how desperate he was. he reached for his belt, unbuckling it with shaking hands and tugging down his jeans and boxers. he fisted his leaking cock, god he hasn’t been this hard in.. ever really. he grabbed the Johnny he’d previously pulled out and opened the wrapper with his teeth. you obviously heard the tear because your voice perked up again.
“wait— no.. please, wanna feel you raw.” you murmured, twisting your head around lazily to look up at hm, eyes then sneakily trailing down to take in his huge fucking dick.
“are you outta your damn mind? so unsafe, kid, jesus christ. ya can’t just—”
“okay! okay, i get it, i don’t need a lecture right now. what i need is your dick so, please.” you gestured with your hands a sort of “get on with it” signal.
joel shook his head, muttering something incoherent before taking the condom out of the packet. the damn thing had probably been in his wallet for the past seven years, but it would do for the time being. maybe if this little arrangement between you two would stick he’d try and talk you into birth control.
he rolled the condom on with clumsy hands, cock already drooling into the latex. once he was fully sheathed inside, he gripped your hip and lined himself up with your entrance.
the first graze of his now safely covered cock head made you jolt forward slightly, like your body wasn’t ready for something of the size but mentally you were just too desperate to stop him. you parted your legs lazily to make it easier for him to enter you.
“joel,” you whined, the overstimulation getting to you.
“yeah, m’right here. we’ll take our time, yeah?” he murmured, notching his tip at your entrance and pushing in slowly. the stretch almost made you recoil at first, the pain was sharp and sudden — your wall’s resisting him at first despite your arousal. “tight little cunt.” he hissed, tightening his grip on your hips.
“hurts, joel.” you complained quietly, gasping and pressing your face further into the cushions. you whined out — overwhelmed and in pain.
“breath through it, in and out, baby girl.” he offered softly, caressing your hip and pushing his hips forward until he was fully sheathed inside of you. you felt overwhelmingly full, walls instinctively clamping down.
“ah — fuck,” joel cursed, his member twitching inside of you. “squeezing down on me so goddamn tight.”
“c-can’t help it.. ohh..” your voice was high pitched and frantic, so unlike before when you were running your mouth.
joel gave you a shallow thrust — pulling back an inch and then rocking his way back in. it grazed your g-spot so well that you had no choice but to moan. your hands frantically searched for something to grab, settling for the fabric of the couch.
“yeah.. that’s the spot.” he groaned, setting a steady pace of gentle rocks of his hips. you nodded your head the best you could, another sob breaking free.
“yeah, right there, joel.” you hiccuped. joel stroked your hair sympathetically, as you cried it out.
“just feedin’ this pussy, baby girl. fuckin’ ya full.” he murmured, head dropping back, clearly lost in his own pleasure. he brought his hand down underneath you, middle finger finding your clit. he circled it lightly, being mindful for the sensitivity.
“oh, i can’t.. can’t cum again, joel,” you cried out. “m’clit’s so sensitive..” the feeling was so intense that your legs started to shake again. that stimulation on your g-spot and clit was sending you over the edge too soon.
“ohh, baby i know. clits all puffy, huh?” he cooed, speeding his thrusts up despite your complaints. “just cryin’ f’me, this pussy. just fuckin’ soakin’ m’cock, sugar.”
“ye-ah..” your lip wobbled. his cock felt so fucking huge inside of you and the wrongness of this whole situation made things ten times more intense. the way joel spoke to you as you cried, thrusting in and out of your cunt so deliciously too. you reached behind you, hand fumbling around until it found Joel’s. you knew he didn’t want anything lovey-dovey. he made it very clear that this would just be getting each other off, nothing more, but despite your efforts to stay smug, you couldn’t help but seek for some comfort. you could feel your orgasm approaching and it made you want to wail. the thought of pushing through another one felt just as overwhelming as pushing a baby out.
Joel’s fingers intertwined with yours as you cried through the build up. he whispered sweet encouragements to you throughout, most likely feeling his own release approach.
“push through it, i know, i know it’s a lot.”
“easy, baby girl, easy.”
“come on baby, needa feel ya make a mess on this cock.”
and you did. god, did you make a mess on his cock. you cried and practically yelled through it, your pussy spasming and rippling around his base pushing his own release to the peak. his hips stuttered, steady thrusts turning messy as he emptied himself into the latex.
the next few minutes was pure silence aside from your shared panting. joel slid his softened cock out of you minutes later, throwing his clothes back on and leaving briefly to dispose of the condom. you stayed bent over the couch, hole a mess from your own spend.
he returned a few minutes later, and to your surprise, his shuffling behind you and eventual kneeling down was to clean you up. the first touch of the damp cloth on your vulva made you flinch forward. joel soothed you silently, awkwardly stroking your hip as he cleaned your juices from your folds and inner thighs. when he finished, he grabbed your sleep shorts and tugged them back up over your ass.
you stood up on shaky legs, turning to say something, but joel was gone before you got the chance, striding out to the kitchen.
you stood in place. confused and slightly hurt.
you knew this was the agreement. just fucking, nothing more, but still.
you shook your emotions away and made it over to the couch again, adjusting the cushions and laying down, tugging a blanket over you. your core ached slightly like it was adjusting to the feeling of joel not being in there.
tears filled your waterline but you refused to let them fall. you swallowed with effort, trying to wash away all of those feelings but it was no use, the tears were flowing now. not dramatic — just.. vulnerable.
joel shut the kitchen door shakily, as if putting space between the two of you would fix the line he crossed. would fix the way he’d just corrupted the girl he promised he would look after. he promised to be a damn father figure to.
he was sick.
a sick, perverted old man who should have never given in to this.
and the whole rules thing? what the fuck was that about? treating you as if you were just some piece of ass he could have whenever he needed it.
he headed straight to the alcohol cupboard, grabbing the first bottle he could find. he didn’t give a fuck what it was, as long as it was strong and would help numb some of those thoughts running around his head.
Jack Daniel’s, perfect.
he poured the brown liquid into a glass frantically, spilling some of it in the process. he picked the glass up and knocked it back, swallowing it and feeling that burn in his throat, the sensation settling in his belly.
he repeated the action before pouring one more but this time, taking it with him to the living room.
he wanted to stick to the agreement. to leave you alone. it was probably what you wanted.
was what he thought when he walked into the living room and was met with you curled into yourself on the couch, scratchy blanket pulled over you.
joel felt his heart break right then and there.
he stilled, his blood running cold.
“baby..” he started, making his way over to you.
you straightened up at the sound of his voice, your cheeks warming in embarrassment. you opened your mouth as if you wanted to come up with an excuse, but nothing came out.
“oh, sweetheart,” joel placed the glass down on the coffee table and made his way toward you. you looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes — skeptical. he sat down on the end of the couch, opening his arms in a gentle invitation. “C’mere, I’ve gotcha.”
you crawled into Joel’s arms like a broken child, perching yourself right on lap, face tucked into the crook of his neck. you allowed yourself to sob into his flannel shirt. “i’m sorry.” you hiccuped.
“hey— hey, don’t you apologise.” joel warned, rocking you gently in an attempt to soothe you. “i’m sorry, baby. i shouldn’t have.. handled that the way i did.”
you clung to him tighter, wrapping your legs around his waist. joel rubbed soothing circles into your back, hand travelling beneath your shirt and up to your shoulder blades — not suggestively, just feeling.
after what felt like hours, you pulled back, face blotchy from tears. you studied Joel’s face for a second, taking in the deeply rooted crease in his brow, his brown eyes wifh those dark, long lashes that you envied in your girlhood. without thinking, you reached out to cradle his jaw, stroking it with your thumb, and before you could stop, you were leaning in.
joel allowed your lips to meet his in a slow, non commanding kiss. at first, it was just exploration, two mouths brushing one another lazily but then it progressed to Joel’s tongue sliding into your mouth.
you hummed contently against his lips and when he pulled back, he actually smiled.
weakly, sure, but there. you leaned your forehead again his and returned the look, sniffling out a little giggle.
“we broke the rule.” you murmured, but there was no real concern behind it.
joel looked at you for a beat longer than necessary and then,
“fuck the rules.”
, his lips clashed with yours once more.
sooo.. what do we think? this is pretty different to the fics I usually write but I hope y’all like it!
pregnant!wife can husband!joel headcannons ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ.
husband joel who plays with your pussy so gently when those hormones get to you. having you lay back against his chest as he massages your clit, maybe even using your bunny vibrator, cooing to you when you cry and whine. “s’okay sweetheart, you just let it out. you let me take care of it.”
husband joel who obsesses over your boobs during your pregnancy, absolutely obsessed with how fuller they are and not paying any attention to the slight droopyness.”these tits, honey. all ready to feed our baby, huh? so beautiful.”
husband joel who is so supportive during sex when it come to your comfort. being so understanding when you don’t get as wet down there even if you’re aroused. he’ll buy some lube just for you even if it means being red faced in the pharmacy while he pays. “just makes it more fun, honey. ya know i don’t mind a little slip n’slide.”
husband joel who checks up on you way too often during work, always reminding you not to work yourself too hard. yet, even if it wasn’t a hard day, he still insists on rubbing your feet every night on the couch.
husband joel who scolds you when you talk about eating too much, claiming you are “eatin’ f’two now, baby girl. gon’eat some decent fuckin’ food.”
husband joel who is so fucking gentle when he makes love to you. holding you close to his body while he pumps in and out of you, making sure he gets your g-spot while also focusing on not overwhelming you and while he usually likes to make you cum on his cock as many times you could, he figures one is enough for now. not wanting to overwhelm you in your vunerable state.
husband joel who absolutely worships the ground you walk on while you carry you and his’ child. making sure he tells you how damn strong you are everyday and being so proud of you for carrying a whole human.
husband joel who grumbles about your Pinterest board for the nursery being “too extra” yet he still ends up making it. painting the walls the colour you want, building the crib and scolding you when you start to help, claiming you need the rest. admiring you when you paint the pretty little doodles on the wall — “so damn talented.”
husband!joel who helps you wash in the shower when your belly gets exceptionally big. washing under your belly, your legs, butt and between your legs, being so gentle when he gets to those intimate areas.
husband!joel who always lets you sit in his lap no matter how big you start to get, never passing up an option to hold his pretty wife.
i'm sorry this is so incredibly unspecific but asheufjekska i'd go feral for anything u write for ted garcia...... i'm so feral over him i bet he'd be chefs kiss in ur writing too.... i need gross nasty stuff with him
all quiet on the western front ~ t.g
tags: 18+ content, minors dni, old man fuckin, unspecified age gap, fingering (f receiving), orgasm (f receiving) and cum eating.
summary: ted plays with your pussy in his rocking chair while reading his book :(
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the creaking of the old rocking chair and buzzing of the cicadas pulled you into a sleepy haze, ted’s solid thighs beneath your butt as he rocked you both. you clung to his forearm, sat on him sideways comfortably as he read his newest investment, all quiet on the western front by erich maria remarque.
but of course, your body had to ruin the peacefulness of it all.
it started with a dull throbbing in your clit but progressed to barely being able to shift on ted’s lap without another drip of arousal leaving your weeping hole.
but he noticed, of course he did.
so now, with your back flush with ted’s chest and your feet atop of his thighs, you sat on top of him while he lazily curled and uncurled his fingers inside your cunt, his voice rumbling in your ear while he fucking read to you.
“we have dropped in for a good job. eight of us have to guard a village that as been abandoned because it is being shelled too heavily.” he read, finger tips putting the most delicious pressure on your g-spot.
“y’know, it’s just so raw — the writing, i mean. written so realistically, especially how they describe—” ted continued to drone on about the book. you loved when he got nerdy about stuff, but right now, you’d rather not talk about the german army when he was milking your pussy so fucking good right now. you cling to his forearm, completely sagged in his arms as he worked you open.
“what do you think of it, baby?” he cooed, using his thumb to flick your overexcited bundle of nerves.
you hiccuped through a whimper, sniffling to try and regain your bearings. “i.. god — hungh..” you dug your nails into his arm, leaving the prettiest crescent moons into his skin that you’d kiss better later. “think it’s.. it’s — real interesting.. what you said about it being real raw the — oh, fuck baby —!”
“shh, sh, i know sweetheart, i know,” he comforted, slowing down his pressure on your g-spot so you didn’t make a mess too quickly — he always knew what his girl needed. “just concentrate on the book, baby. you’re okay.”
you sniffled. “how about i keep reading to you? would you like that?” he soothed, nibbling a little on your ear lobe. you groaned, too fucked out to answer, but of course, your pussy did the talking for you, clenching around ted’s fingers in response coaxing a raspy chuckle from him.
“think she wants it anyway.” you nodded your head, not even quite sure what you were agreeing to. you always got like this when ted treated your pussy. always so compliant and eager for whatever he’d give you. that was ted’s favourite part. he wasn’t getting any younger and, surprisingly, with his good looks and occupation, he didn’t have many romantic interactions, so, when a young, pretty thing like you came along, he just couldn’t help himself.
ted’s fingers started up again — stroking the most intimate parts of you, inside and out. “mmm..” you moaned, a dumb smile appearing on your face when he touched you just right — not too fast, just enough pressure on your g-spot and the perfect circling motion on you pretty, puffed up clit.
“god, ted,” you breathed out a giggle, head falling back into the crook of his neck. “feels so good.”
“yeah, i know..” he agreed, nuzzling the top of your hair and planting a soothing kiss there. “how about you try and cum for me while I keep reading to you, sweetheart?
you nodded, hand clutching his wrist as he started to quicken his movements once more, completely milking your cunt for all its worth. your pussy spasmed and fluttered around his digits, throat tearing out a yelp. but ted just shushed you, rubbing gentle circles into your clit to soothe some of the sensations. “in particular we have to watch the supply dump as that is not yet empty. we are supposed to provision ourselves from the same store. we are just..” ted’s voice drowned into nothingness as your gut tightened up, your belly tingling with your barely contained orgasm.
as much as you tried to concentrate on the book, your orgasm completely shut your brain off, and very quickly all you could do was babble nonsense about it being “right there,” and “just like that, fuck teddyy”. your legs trembled, toes digging into Ted’s thighs as you came apart on his lap — pussy gushing a pearly white liquid onto his fingers which soon dripped down his hand.
“oookay, okay honey. it’s alright, i’ve got you, just let it all out.” he comforted, finally, fucking finally, putting the book down. you trembled and sobbed in his arms, not even enough energy in your bones to be embarrassed about the amount of cum you were leaking. you’d never even known women could make a substance like that until ted came along. the sunset painted the sky in orange and red colours, almost as if someone had painted it especially for this moment.
you sagged against his chest — your own heaving for breath as your feet trembled on his thighs. ted acknowledged it and gently lifted you by the waist and turned you around in his lap to face him, gently removing his fingers from you. when you met his face, it was nothing but gentle.
he broke the silence first, voice almost sounding a little self conscious — like he wasn’t sure if you actually enjoyed it. ted — deep down — knew that you loved the way he made you feel, but yet he still found a way to let his insecurities creep in. “how are you feeling, sweetie? are you okay — was that okay?”
you finally caught your breath, looking at him with an obvious look in your eyes. you huffed out a tired breath, bringing your arms up to loop around his neck lazily. “baby, are you serious?” you asked with a giggle. ted chuckled, looking away as if he wasn’t convinced but your hand went to his jaw, cupping it gently. “ted,” you started sternly. “it was perfect. you — you are perfect.” and just like that, he leaned in, mouth capturing yours in a slow kiss.
what do we think what do we think?! i wasn’t meant to be writing on vacation but I hate my family and decided to ghost them while literally in their company and write this ted drabble for @corpseonvinyl so.. hope this is good !! eek it’s kinda rushed tho
before you could finish the message, a gloved hand clamped over your mouth, yanking you back against something solid and unyielding. you gasped, phone slipping from your grip and cracking on the pavement. that's when you felt cold steel pressed against your throat.
"don't scream," a low voice growled, muffled through the mask but unmistakably male, dark with amusement. "or i'll cut you open right here."
a squeaky sound was ripped from your throat and you felt yourself being pushed against a wall. it was almost as if you had no control over your body, like you couldn't do anything other than allow yourself to be manhandled like this.
the man that stepped in front of you though, was something you didn't expect.
he was dressed in a black robe that stretched across broad shoulders, so long that it went down to his feet. it had a hood at the back that was pulled up over his head, draping low to frame a mask that he was wearing. the mask was a white, elongated ghost mask — stretched eyes like dark, hollow ovals, and a long, open mouth frozen mid-scream.
exactly the same as those outfits they wore in the scream movies.
was this real? or was this just some awful, terrifying nightmare that you'd wake up from?
who were you kidding? you knew it was real. you knew that steel knife being pressed to your throat was real. you knew that one swift move of that knife could kill you in seconds.
coming soon on the 11th of october.. don’t miss it!🔪
i cant find the p link but... theres one video that really suit dad!joel. dad use her plusie to kiss her.... yknow 👀 its filthy but also hot lmao. ill send it later if i find the link 😭😭
