Reed was frozen for a long moment, staring at the pregnancy test. You'd only been dating for a short time; getting involved with a scientist and hero wasn't in your plans, but you couldn't resist spending all those hours alone with him in the lab. He was your doctoral thesis advisor; your relationship was a mistake that could jeopardize Professor Richards' entire academic career.
It all started when you became lab partners and spent nights studying particles under microscopes. On one of those nights, you found yourself on top of the table with your panties around your ankles and his cock buried deep inside you.
Scenes like that became so common they became a habit. You couldn't imagine yourself without those strong biceps holding you down while he fucked you against his desk. The way his hair was always impeccably styled and the white streaks at the sides added a unique touch to his beauty.
It was easy to fall in love; you were madly in love with him. Even though he warned you every time that the relationship wasn't right for countless reasons, you surrendered even more.
Reed had faced many fears in his life, but he didn't know he would feel them so deeply until he got involved with you, with the possibility of his enemies kidnapping you and torturing you to get to him. But the fear he felt now was different. Seeing those two blue lines on the test was enough for him to imagine all the risks you would face.
"You…" he finally looks up.
"I…" you try to find your voice. "Yes, I'm pregnant."
His eyes shine, his expression serious but gentle. A crease of worry appeared on his forehead.
"Reed… I'm so sorry."
"Baby… no." He walks over to you and cups your face. "It happened."
"But we've only been together a short time, we don't have anything, and…"
"I'll take care of it, okay? Don't worry." He fixes his tender gaze on your eyes, which are already forming tears.
"Y-you" blinking a few times, you think you didn't quite understand "Do you want me to take it off?"
"No!" He steps forward, his eyes wide. "I mean, no, I don't want to... but that's for you to decide."
You swallow hard, parting your lips, your gaze wandering somewhere other than those eager, gentle eyes.
"You... want him?"
"Him?"
"I don't know," he shrugs with a small smile. "Maybe it's her."
Laughing a little, you stare at your own fingers.
"Because if you want, I'll schedule our wedding today.”
"What?" He looks up, your heart nearly leaping into your throat.
You try to find a hint of playfulness on his face, but all you find is a calm look and a sweet smile.
"Our wedding." He seemed very sincere.
"Reed, you've got to be kidding…"
"I'm not." He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Listen, I don't want you to marry me because I'm pregnant."
"You haven't told me yet if you want to have the baby."
"I…" Your eyes close for a moment. You didn't feel ready, but deep down you'd always wanted to be a mother, and having a child with the man you were madly in love with encouraged you to face that situation. Maybe it was fate telling you it was the right time to be a mother.
"If you don't want to, know that I want you to be my wife just the same."
His smile teases you to do the same, a pang hits your stomach at his words, and you jump onto his neck to kiss him.
"I want to," you murmur against his lips. "I want anything with you."
Exchanging smiles, he pushes your body forward and takes you in his arms. Letting out a little scream, he carries you to the bed and carefully lays you down on the mattress, finding your lips again.
Hi there! I’m not sure if you’re up for writing this kind of content, but I was hoping you might be able to create something a bit risqué… maybe a nymphomania reader x Joel 👀🥵Let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in!
One's never enough
Pairings: Oldman!joel miller x fem!reader
Content warnings: explicit content 18+, age gap (60s/20s), oral sex (f receiving), face sitting, rough sex, unprotected sex, spit and bodily fluid play, cum eating, dirty talk, degradation, overstimulation, bratty reader, obsessive desire, rough handling, daddy kink, breeding kink, morning sex, nymphomania!reader.
Word count: 3.000
The first thing Joel noticed was heat. Wet, insistent heat. The second thing he noticed was his alarm clock wasn't going off. The third, was your mouth.
"God- baby," He rasped, voice still thick from sleep. You were already halfway under the sheets, lips sealed around the base of his cock like you'd been there for awhile. The slow drsg of your tongue up the underside made his spine jolt against the mattress, hips twitching helplessly even as his palm slapped st the empty nightstand, knocking over the useless alarm clock.
"It's not even-" He lifted his head, squinting at the sunlight pouring through the window. "Shit, what time is it?"
You didn't answer.
Couldn't, really.
Mouth full, eyes fluttered shut, hands on his thighs as you started bobbing your head with practiced, greedy strokes. Like this was your favorite breakfast. Like you were starving. Joel dropped his head back with a groan, staring up at the ceiling, chest rising. "Baby... You're gonna kill me one of these days..."
You popped off with a slick little gasp, "you were hard, I figured I'd help."
"I was asleep, " He tried to sound stern, tried to sit up but the second he moved, you wrapped your hand around the base and sucked him in again. Loud, messy, spit drippling down your chin as you moaned around him.
Joel's hands gripped the sheets. "Christ almighty..."
He should stop you. He should.
But your mouth telt so good. Your little tongue lapper st the tip like you were tasting something sinful. And the worst part was, Joel could feel how smug you were about it.
"Gotta be at patrol in- fuck- twenty minutes," He muttered. You only looked up through your lashes and hummer around his cock. That hum vibrated up his spine like a goddamn taser. His thighs clenched. "Baby," His voice dropped low. Stern. Warning. "You're pushin' it "
You let him tell out of your mouth with a wet pop, lips swollen, hand still stroking the length of him. "I'll be quick." He narrowed his eyes. "That's what you said yesterday."
"Yesterday you came twice," You giggled climbing up onto your knees, straddling one of his thighs. "And still made it to patrol. Barely." Joel ran a hand over his face. "Yeah, with a lump and a goddamn hickey on my neck. Tommy wouldn't shut up about it." You grinned, rocking forward on his thigh like it was your own personal saddle. "You're welcome."
"Girl..."
"C'mon, Joel," You purred, trailing kisses along his chest. "It's your fault I wake up so needy. You do this to me."
He opened his mouth to argue, but you were already grinding again, panties soaked against his bare skin. And fucks you were wet. He could feel it. That was the worst part.
No.
That was the best part.
"Shit," He muttered, grabbing your wasit without thinking, guiding you harder against his thigh. Your breath caught and your hips jolted forward. "There you go," You whispered, nails dragging down his chest. "That's it. Just help me a little, daddy."
He froze.
That word. You knew what it did to him.
And you used it. First thing in the goddamn morning. His head fell back on the pillow with a groan. "You're evil." You licked a stripe up the center of his chest. "You like it."
He did. That was the worst part. Joel miller, sixty something and already aching before his boots were even on, was absolutely fucking weak for you, especially like this whienyou were purring and riding his thigh like it was the last orgasm you'd ever have. Your moans were soft. Real. Honest. You were actually getting off on this, using him like he was a toy, like you couldn't breathe unless he let you finish.
He should've been getting up. Getting dressed. Instead, he grabbed your ass with both hands and dragged you harder along his thigh, making you cry out. You slumped forward against his chest, gasping. "Fuck- just like that..."
"Jesus," He hissed. You keened forward and bit his shoulder, not hard, just enough to make him grunt.
That did it.
He was done pretending he had anywhere to be. Joel flipped you beneath him in a rough twist of blankets and sheets, pinning your wrists above your head as his hips settler between your thighs. His cock pressed up against your soaked panties, twitching with how ready he already was.
"You got no shame, do you?" He muttered against your neck.
"Nope," You breathed, beaming. "None. Not when it's you."
His eyes locked on yours. His jaw clenched. He dipped his head low, voice hot against your ear,
"Hope you like it fast,"
You barely had time to react before Joel's hand slid down your body, rough palm dragging over your ribs, your waist, down to the waistband of your panties where he didn't bother to be gentle. He tugged the soft cotton down to your thighs, growling low when he saw how soaked you were, how your folds glistened even in the low morning light. "Goddamn, baby..." He muttered, shaking his head. "You're so fuckin' wet already "
"For you," You whimpered, writhing under him. "Always for you."
Joel groaned like that physically pained him. His back cracked slightly as he adjusted over you, grumbling about his knees, muttering sometbing about needing a damn strech before you tried to fuck the life out of him again, but his cock was already rock hard, pressing against your thigh, heavy and hot and ready. "Think you're gonna ruin me one of these days," He said as he lined himself up, notching the blunt head right against your entrance. "And I'm gonna let you."
You arched up beneath him, fingers clawing at his shoulders, "Joel, please- I need it, need you so bad-"
"Shh, I know." His voice dropped, gravel and honey. "Youre always do fucking needy in the mornings. Can't go a day without me fillin' this pussy, huh?" You whined and nodded, hips already lifting up to meet him. Joel pushed in slow but it didn't feel slow. It felt like he split you open in one long, thick strech that made your mouth fall open and your eyes roll back. He bottomed out with a quiet hiss, holding himself there, buried deep, cock twitching inside your soaked walls.
And he stayed there..
"Move," you whispered desperately. "Joel-"
"You're so damn tight," he murmured, voice strained. "Always forget how little you are till I'm inside you."
"Then move, please, please-"
He didn't give you another second to beg. Joel drew back and slammed into you hard enough to make the headboard crack against the wall. Your body jolted, breath knocked from your lungs, toes curling as you cried out.
"F-Fuck-!"
"That what you wanted, sweetheart?" Joel growled, setting a punishing rhythm, hips slapping against yours in fast, brutal strokes. "Wanted to get me late again? Wanted to walk funny all day?"
You couldn't speak.
Could barely breathe.
All you could do was take it.
Every thick thrust knocked the thoughts clean out of your head, just the sound of your soaked pussy squalching around him, his heavy breaths in your ear, his calloused hand pressing your wrist into the pillow.
Your legs wraped around his waist before you could think, locking him in. He cursed through his teeth and leaned down to bite your neck, his beard scraping against your skin, sweat mixing with you're. "Can't get enough of me, huh?" He snarled. "Gotta get your little fix before I even get my boots on." You nodded frantically, eyes glassy, tears prickling the corners. Joel growled deepnin his chest and adjusted his abgke, grabbing the backs of your thighs and pushing them up towards your chest, folding you nearly in half as he began pounding into you with everytbung he had left. His balls slapped against your ass with each thrust, his body heavy and solid above you, muscles trembling with the effort.
You were crying now.
Not sad tears, just pressure, overwhelming and raw. "Good girl," He rasped, voice tight. "You're takin' it so good. Fuckin' perfect little thing." He leaned down, kissed your jaw, then your cheek, then your lips, messy, desperate. Full of tongue and teeth. "I should be halfway out the door by now," He whispered into your mouth. "Instead, I'm fuckin' you so hard you're gonna be sore for days."
Your legs were trembling, your body completely folded beneath him as Joel's cock mover in deep, slow thrusts now, grinding, dragging along your walls instead of just pounding through them. The room was all heat and wetness and the quiet, ruined sounds you made everytime he bottomed out. The slap of skin. The creak of the mattress. Joel's laboured breathing.
Joel's eyes flicker down. Your breasts were bouncing with every roll of his hips, flushed and swollen, soft curves glistening with h sweat. His pupils blown wide. His rhythm stuttered. "Jesus..." He muttered, voice gone husky, half reverent. "These fucking tits, babygirl..." He slowed, his thrusts get shallow, just enough to keep you full while his hands roamed up your body, calloused fingers dragging over your stomach, between your ribs, up to cup both of them, large, rough palms surrounding them completely. "Been thinkin' about these," He rasped, squeezing gently. "Every goddamn night." Your back arched up into his like instinct. His touch was everything. Strong but careful, reverent, hungry.
He sat back on his heels, keeping his cock buried deep inside you, one hand pushing your thighs open while the other returned to your chest, kneading one breast slowly, possessively, before lewnding down and wrapping his mouth around your nipple. You cried out at the heat of it, his tongue swirling, lips suctioning hard, the sharp scrape of his beard across your skin.
"Joel- oh my god..."
He groaned around your tit, sucking it in deep like he was starving, his hand stayed on the other, palm kneading and squeezing, thumb brushing over the sensitive bud as he bit and licked and kissed the other. "Softest fuckin' thing I've ever touched." He muttered against your skin. "Perfect. Look at 'em, so full, so pretty. They bounce every time I fuck into you want I lose my damn mind "
You were shaking.
Whining.
Squirming under him like you needed to be touched everywhere. His hands slid down to your hips again, gripping them tight. He pulled out slow and slammed back in so deep you nearly screamed. Still sucking on you nipple. Still holding you down like he owned you. "Gotta keep these in my mouth a little longer," He whispered hoarsely. "Can't get enough of 'em. Wanna spend the whole fuckin' day just buried in 'em."
"Joel," You sobbed, hips rolling against his, completely wrecked by how tender and filthy he was at the same time. "I'm so close, please- please, can I come now?" Joel pulled off your tit with wet pop, spit glistening on your skin. He leaned up, breath ragged, cock curied to the hilt as he stared down at you, his good girl, streched open and trembling under him.
Joel leaned over you, his bdoy heavy and trembling with restraint, sweat dripping from his temple to yours. You were trembling, tits wet and glistening from his mouth, your pussy clenching around his cock like you needed to keep him inside you forevrr. And you did. God, you did.
"Please," You whispered. "Joel- please, let me come. I cant- I can't hold jt-"
He didn't answer with words.
He just started fucking you.
Hard.
Each thrust jolted your body into the mattress, your cries echoing into his neck as he buried his face there, groaning so deep it vibrated straight down your spine. "You feel that?" He growled into your ear. "How tight you're squeezin' me?" You nodded, sobbed, clutched at his back with shaking hands. "Beggin' for it all morning." He panted, hips snapping fast and punishing. "Now you're gonna take it. You're gonna take every fuckin' drop of it " his thrusts got sloppy. Deeper. He was loosing control and it only made you wetter.
Your body snapped tight.
Every nerve lit up.
And then...
You broke.
Your orgasm hit like a wave, crashing through you so hard your legs kicked out, your back arched, your mouth open in a silent scream. Your walls clenched down hard around him, fluttering, pulsing, dragging him deeper. And he didn't last another second. With a deep, broken growl, Joel gripped your hips and slammed in one last time, deep, so deep and let go.
"Shit- fuck baby-"
You felt it.
Hot and thick, flooding you, his whole body shuddering as he rutted into you in short, desperate jerks, gasping your name against your throat. He stayed buried, twitching inside you. Ragged breath against your collarbone. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his big hands trembling where they gripped your wasit. Your body was still shaking, thighs wet, slick dripping out around him.
Neither of you moved.
For a long, breathless moment, just sweat and panting and the scent of sex thick in the air. Then Joel let out a long, quiet groan. "Goddam it," He muttered, forehead resting against yours. "I'm gonna be late "
You let out a breathless laugh, fingers sliding through his hair. "Worth it?" Joel kissed your jaw. Then your cheek. Then your lips. "Always."
Joel layed down beside you with a grunt, arm draped over his face as he caught his breath. "Christ almighty," He muttered, chest rising and falling. "You're gonna send me to an early grave." You were sitting panting softly, still trembling slightly. Thighs slick and spread and twitching from the overstimulation and yet, your body pulsed with that ache again. That greedy little fire that just wouldn't go out.
You glanced at him, eyes low and heavy.
"Joel..."
He groaned without even looking. "Don't you dare."
"I'm still-" You bit your lip, reached between your thighs to gather some of his cum still dripping out of you. You brought it to your mouth, sucked it clean. Joel peeked at you under his arm. Stared. His stomach visibly flexed.
"I'm still aching," You whispered and pouted. "Need your mouth..."
"Baby-"
"Let me ride your face."
His hand dropped from his eyes. "You serious?"
You crawled overhik slowly, straddling his chest, the heat of your dripping cunt leaving a wet smear across his sternum. Joel groaned at the sight, his head pressing back against the pillow like he was trying to be strong. "You already got one outta me," He said, but his hands went to your hips anyway, dragging you higher.
"One's never enough."
"Yeah, I know that now," He muttered, eyes locked on your pussy as you scooted forward, thighs bracketing his graying jaw. "You're gonna be the fuckin' death of me"
"Then die happy."
You lowered yourself slow, gasping the second your folds brushed his scruff and Joel didn't hesitate. Didn't even blink.
He devoured you.
Licked up the mess he'd left inside you like he hadn't just finished minutes ago, tongue wide and slow, curling up into your heat while his nose dragged over your clit in the filthiest way. You whimpered, already grinding down, your hands fisting in the sheets above his head. "Fuck, joel- yes, oh my god-"
His groans were muffled, deep and greedy as he licked you harder, guiding your hips to rock against your mouth. His hands were firm, fingers dimpling into your thighs, keeping you right where he wanted you. Your head dropped back. Your entire body was trembling again already, oversensitive but starving, desperate to come on his tongue just like you'd cum on his cock.
"Fuck- you're so good at this- so fucking good..." You babbled, gasping. "Feels so- deep- oh my god-"
Joel's fingers slipped around to spread your ass, holding you open, forcing you to ride his face just the way he liked. "This what you needed, pretty girl?" He grunted between licks. You nodded, whining, hips moving frantically now. "Don't stop, joel- I'm so close! Please-"
He growled and latched onto your clit.
And that was it.
You came again, legs shaking, breath gone, soaked and grinding against his face like a girl possessed, whimpering his name like a prayer.. Joel held you through it, licked you through it. Didn't stop until you were collapsing onto his chest, twitching and breathless and soaking his beard. He pulled you down, gently, your sticky thighs on either side of his rubs, your cheek resting on the sweat slicked warmth of his chest.
You smiled against his skinm "still think you're too old?"
Joel chuckled, brushing his hand down your back.
"I think I'm gonna need a wheel chair by the end of the week."
You were still tangled up in him, bare skin sticky and flushed, your leg drapped over his hip, his arm snug around your back like he'd never let go. The room was thick with the smell of sweat, sex and Joel. His beard still damp from your release, your thighs trembling from the last wave of bliss he dragged out of you. His heard thudded beneath your cheek, slow and deep. Comforting. You were just starting to drift, one hand lazily tracing the scar on his stomach, when--
BANG BANG BANG.
"Yo, Joel!"
A pause.
"You're late for patrol, old man! Or did your hip give out again?"
Your eyes snapped open. Joel's entire body stiffened.
"...fuck," He muttered
You were already snorting, pressing your face into his chest to muffle your laugh. "Oh my god."
"She would show up now," He grumbled, rubbing a hand over his face like he was already imagining the hell Ellie was about to give him. You shifted, looking up at him with a wicked grin.
"She's gonna know," You whispered.
Joel raised his an eyebrow. "What makes you so sure?"
You gave a slow, teasing drag of your fingers down his chest. Smirked.
"Because you reek of me."
Joel groaned, rolling his eyes just as Ellie banged again.
"Seriously, what are you doing in there??"
"I'll be out in a minute, Ellie." He said as you rolled off him with a laugh, reaching for your shirt.
