Beggars can’t be choosers.
Pairing: dbf!joel miller x reader
Summary: Joel is a grumpy divorced man who’s best friends with your dad. During your college breaks you try to interact with him but it always ends up failing. He doesn’t give you more than a grunt as a response. One night when your dad was supposed to pick you up from your summer diner job, Joel showed up instead. When an argument started, it led to him between your legs on the side of a dark backroad.
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), smut, mock sympathy, mention of Sarah for a second(SORRYYY), oral(m! and f! receiving), power imbalance, praise, degradation, edging, dubcon, assplay, orgasm denial, creampie, pet names (bunny), age gap (READER IS IN LATE 20’S, JOEL IS IN EARLY 40S), spitting, bdsm(if you squint), shaming, dad’s bestfriend trope, public sex, dirty talking, JOEL TALKING YOU THROUGH IT;)))), unprotected p in v, finger sucking, throat fucking, rough sex, regret, post nut clarity, spanking, small angst moment.
Author's note: English is not my first language and this is my first ever tumblr fanfiction. Sorry for errors and typos! Hope you enjoy! Might turn this into a mini series if you guys want it. Listen to my moon my man by feist while reading!
In this world, there are two things you hate the most. Finals and your dad's best friend Joel Miller.
So when he stood leaning against his aged truck with a burning cigarette between his lips, you could do nothing but let out a sigh from deep within your chest.
You’ve recently moved back to your hometown from college for the summer and had been working at a diner you used to pick up shifts at when you were 17.
Joel Miller was the most miserable person you’ve ever met in your entire adult life. You didn't know how your dad handled him.
You barely knew much about him because he popped into your dad's life about a month before you left for college.
The only thing you did know about him was that he had a daughter that he barely talked about and was divorced.
Maybe that's what made him mad at the entire world.
Anytime you were home for college you hated having to interact with him because he was very difficult to talk to. Because you were naturally a social butterfly, you made an effort to engage in conversations with him but the only response he would ever give you was a one-liner or a serious grunt. It was like talking to an ocean.
But there was always an unspoken tension between the two of you since the day you met him at a Fourth of July get-together your dad hosted. That same night he accidentally walked in on you changing out of your bikini because he thought the bathroom was vacant.
There would be times when he would stare at you so attentively as your lips wrapped around the glass of a cola bottle. The moment you locked eyes with him he would look away as if you were a nobody.
One time when your dad was hosting Thanksgiving dinner, Joel gripped your waist to get past you in the kitchen that was crowded with your dad's neighbors and co-workers. The moment he realized it was you, he took his hands off you as if you had burned him. Feeling the way his coarse hands rested against the softness of your skin sent a shiver down your spine.
You couldn't form a solid opinion on him.
“Dad’s been drinking,” Joel grumbled, throwing the cigarette onto the concrete and crushing it under his run-down boot. “Told me to pick you up.”Joel forced the sentence out, making it sound like getting me from work was a problematic task.
You didn't say anything. You just strolled past him and slid into the passenger side of the bench seat. The cushion was worn out, and the truck reeked of Marlboro Reds. You always despised how they had a powerful smell.
After a couple of seconds, Joel jumped into the truck and uttered a profanity under his breath before starting up the truck. It didn't take him long before he backed out of the diner’s empty parking lot and hit the road.
Home was about 30 minutes away and you didn't know how you were going to deal with the suffocating silence that was hanging in the air already. Not even music was able to benefit the tension because his truck’s radio was permanently lifeless.
“Full moon tonight.” You announced, unable to handle the silence any longer. You stared at the windshield and took in the sight of a dull gray orb hovering over the dark sky.
Joel didn’t speak a word, he didn’t even acknowledge that you were there. Instead, he maintained his fist tight against the steering wheel, keeping his eyes on the road. The grip was so tense that you could see his knuckles turning white from your side of the truck.
“Full moon brings out all the crazes,” You scoffed, trying to engage into more conversation. “This dude was walking in and out of the diner every five minutes, I thought he was going to rob the place.” You joked, angling to Joel.
“Probably was just high.” Joel grumbled, cutting the conversation down awfully rapidly.
The rest of the ride was noiseless.
You shifted in your seat as Joel sighed for the one millionth time in minutes.
You didn't even bother looking at him, instead, you brought your hands to your jeans and fidgeted with the dark denim for a couple of minutes. Eventually your hands began exploring with the seat’s cushion until it reached the bottom of the cushion. You halted when you felt a crease. It held something in between it and the material was thin like paper. You dragged it out of the cushion’s crease to see what it was.
Joel was too preoccupied, lighting up another cigarette and rolling down his windows to attend to what you were doing.
The item was a Polaroid of Joel. It must have been when he was a little younger because his hair wasn't peppered with silver and he didn't have a scar on his nose.
For once, he was smiling. It was the first time you ever saw him smile. Your eyes continued to inspect the Polaroid. Beside him was a girl in a blue and white lined Jersey, she was carrying a trophy in her hand. She looked just like him. She even had the identical captivating smile.
You turned the Polaroid around, finding Joel’s name next to the name ‘Sarah’ in the upper right corner.
The picture almost made you beam at the wholesome picture but before you could process anything, The Polaroid was forcefully ripped from your grip which made your gaze shoot up at Joel.
“The hell is wrong with you?” He shouted, leaning over to you then placing the Polaroid in the glove compartment. “Don’t touch what ain't yours, god dammit!” He didn’t have a lick of happiness on his face. The tone of his deep southern drawl was enough to straighten your posture in an instant.
He was frantically scanning his eyes to the glove compartment, you, and the road.
“I’m sorry, I felt it under the seat,” I choked out an apology, bringing my eyes to him. “I didn't know.”
He didn't reply right away. His eyes stayed on the road for half a second longer than they should. The silence was intimidating, forcing your heart to forget a few beats.
He inhaled an extended drag of his cigarette then tossed it out of the window with more force than needed.
You wondered what that picture meant to him.
“Always so damn nosy,” He grunted under his breath before rubbing his hands through the thickness of his brunette and silver curls.
“I wasn't looking through your things, Joel,” I admitted, keeping my voice as stern as possible. It was a lie though.
“Doesn’t matter,” he muttered, voice low. “You still touched it.”
“It’s a stupid Polaroid,” you replied with a humorless laugh, throwing your hands up in defense. His logic made you want to tell him how idiotic he sounded.
He poked his tongue against the side of his cheek. You observed as his shoulders rose and lowered. His speechlessness felt like a punishment so you continued.
You let your emotions get the best of you.
“Ever since I’ve met you, you’ve been so miserable,” I quarrelled. “If I were that Sarah kid-,”
Before you finished your sentence, the truck came to an abrupt stop. If you weren't wearing a seat belt, your head probably would have slammed against the windshield.
“Don’t you dare say her name!” Joel cautioned while pointing a finger inches away from your face.
you glared at his dark eyes for longer than required. you watched as a hint of something glared into them but it was gone before your brain could process it.
“I’m walking home.” You blurted in an infuriated manner. “Ever since I've met you, you treated me like I've done something wrong to you.”
Joel’s jaw clenched so strongly that it could slice diamonds.
“I’ve tried being nice to you for years,” you confronted, before yanking off your seatbelt. “But you are nothing but a miserable old man who pushes people away to feel better about himself,” You assumed.
“Stop acting like you know me,” Joel declared in a wildly. offending fashion.
You scoffed then opened the truck door before getting out. You then slammed the door so forcefully that it slightly shook the truck.
“Hey!” You heard the driver's door open but you kept walking alongside the dark, vacant road. “You don't get to walk away when you feel like it!” His southern accent was completely on display.
“Well I'm doing it right now!” You roared back and proceeded to walk briskly.
His hefty footsteps were approaching behind you quicker than you anticipated..
Before you knew it, a large calloused hand gripped your forearm driving you to yelp. Feeling Joel's touch sent electricity down your body.
“Joel,” You called out between your clenched teeth as you looked up at his towering figure. “Let go of me.”
He didn't respond to your demand. Instead he tugged you by your forearm to the truck. You attempted to fight against his grip but nothing helped due to how much stronger he was than you.
You nevertheless struggled in his grip. “I said I am walking the fuck home, Joel,” You declared openly as he tightened his grip around your forearm. In an instant, you were pinned against the side of the truck and him.
“You are getting in this god damn truck,” Joel gave notice, looking down at you. You opened your mouth to fire back with another reply but nothing came from between your lips.
For the first time since the truck had stopped, the anger in his eyes seemed to be gone because Something else was there. It was something you’d caught a glimpse of when he snatched away the Polaroid.
His grip on your forearm loosened barely.
“Stop acting like you got me figured out,” he elucidated, his voice lower now. “You don’t know a damn thing about me.”
Your chest heaved as you kept your eyes on him. Your eyes searched his face, studying every detail of his structure.
“Then tell me,” you said softer than usual as Joel stared at you.
His gaze dropped to your lips. You let out a breathy exhale as you continued to observe the man. Slowly, almost as if he was giving you a chance to stop him, he lifted a hand to the back of your neck.
In a matter of seconds, Joel crashed his lips onto yours. He moved with such hungry desire as his other hand found their way to your hips. You gave in and opened your mouth for his tongue to slide in. It was the best feeling you've ever felt resulting in a moan exiting from your throat.
You moved in sync with Joel as you pressed your body closer to his. Both of your tongues fought for dominance as his hand trailed up your neck grabbing a fistful of your hair.
Immediately, he pulled away as if you'd just hurt him. The loss of his warm touch was direct.
“Fuck!” He cursed into the air with a defeated sigh. “We can not do this,” Joel stuttered, making an effort to convince himself that kissing you was extremely mistaken.
“We can.” I debated as I stepped closer to him.
“I am old enough to be your dad,your dad will kill me.” He said as if it was an improper thing. “You don't want this, sweetheart,”
You pulled him closer by his belt loop, looking up at him.
“I know what I want,” You mumbled before lowering to your knees in front of him and fiddling with the leather of his belt. “And it’s you.”
He sighed, giving in and accepting your reply.
You gradually started to undo his leather, your eyes gazing over the dark shadows of his perfectly structured face. His eyes were observing you heavily, watching as you unzipped his jeans.
“Eager little thing,” He teased as his fingers found their way to your jaw, softly stroking your skin with the pad of his thumb.
He slid his belt from his jeans before you could get to his boxers. He wrapped the strip of leather around your neck, it acted like a leash. The leather pressed cold against your skin as a small whimper escaped from your throat.
Knowing that you were about to take your dad’s best friend cock into your mouth at the side of a dark road was enough to send a familiar ache to tingle between your legs.
The same man who wouldn’t even give you a reply if your life depended on it was now directly in control of you and your body.
Joel’s cock grew even more stiff in his grey boxers and his length pulsed with longing as he gave the belt a tug, bringing you closer to him.
“Come on bunny, show me how much you want this,” He challenged, gazing down at you as you hooked your hands around the stretchy waistband of his boxer.
In a flash, you pulled them down and watched as his cock sprung out. The sight of length under the moonlight caused you to choke out a sound. Joel’d cock was curved upward with a thick vein along the side of it. Your mouth watered at how girthy he was and how his pink mushroom tip was slicked with precum. He had a full bush of brunette hair peppered with silver around the base of his cock.
You nervously swallowed before bringing your hands up his length. Your thumb rubbed underneath the tip, touching the most sensitive part of his cock. In response, he twitched in your hand and gave you a small impatient groan.
You stroke his entire length while not breaking eye contact with him then wrapped your lips around his velvety tip. You did it in the exact manner as you do with your cola bottles.
Joel cursed as he slowly thrusted into your mouth, growing so impatient with your unhurried pace.
He yanked the belt so you took him deeper into your mouth. Once his thick tip hits the back of your throat, you let out a gag. He seemed to enjoy it because he jerked in your mouth.
You let your tongue out as you pushed him deeper down your throat. He was so deep in your mouth that you managed to lick his balls with the tip of your tongue.
“Look at my pro.” He praised you as you pulled his cock out of your mouth and slapped it onto your tongue a few times. “‘S what you’ve been doing in college?”
His deep mocking tone brought a pulse to spasm on your clit. You clenched your thighs tightly for some release as you wrapped your lips around his cock and began sucking harder. You were trying your best to take him all in your mouth.
“What am I going to do with you?” He tsked before grabbing the back of head and thrusting harder into your mouth at a punishing swiftness. You gagged harder as drool dripped down to your black work shirt. “Such a damn slut.”
You couldn’t take the pressure building between your legs so you shamelessly dug your free hand down your pants and into your lace panty.
You ran your fingers down your velvety folds, getting a sense of how soaked you were with your arousal. You then brought your delicate palm against your clit.It was larger in size due to the pressure that’s been building the moment Joel put his lips on yours. You grinded against your palm instead of circling your clit.
Eventually, Joel caught on to what you were doing because the moan you let out vibrated against his tip. He halted then drew his cock from out of your mouth. A line of saliva stayed connected to your mouth and his cock and his length was glistening in your drool.
“You poor selfish thing,” He snorted, yanking you up from your knees. “You just couldn't wait huh?”
“I need you, Joel.” You pleaded, his name sounding like a prayer against your lips.
“Yeah?” He challenged, tilting his head slightly to the side as a small grin crept onto one corner of his lips.
You nodded as he looked at your drool-covered face.
“I think I should teach you a really good lesson.” He spoke before dragging you by the belt. The tug of it made a small gasp exit your lips.
He opened the closest door of the truck, which was the passenger side and bent you over the bench seat’s cushion, resulting in half of your body being outside of the truck.
You heard Joel behind you and it made your entrance clench around nothing but his dominant presence alone.
He took the belt from around your neck and clasped your hands behind your back in a rough, swift motion. It didn’t take him long to restrain your arms together with the belt. You couldn’t move your upper body no matter how hard you tried.
“Easy.” He mumbled in a dangerously low tone when he noticed your struggle. “Just say the words and we can stop this right now.”
“Just touch me please,” I begged. “I need you.”
He huffed out a small laugh before bringing his knees in between your legs, prompting you to open them wider.
He started to slide your tights down to your knees, the Texan air hitting the skin of your ass.
You were nearly fully exposed to him from the hips down now. You felt the roughness of his enormous hand palm your ass before he ripped your lace black underwear into pieces like an animal. You panted at his actions.
Warm air started to fan against your damp cunt.
Oh my god, he was going down on you.
No one’s ever done that before.
You felt his warm tongue lick your slick folds causing you to stiffen at the shock of this unfamiliar pleasure. Your knees nearly buckled.
Your nails dug into the skin of your wrist as Joel licked from your entrance down to your swollen clit. You let out a soft squirm while he took his hands to spread you open some more.
He delivered consistent delicate licks to your bud. Your hips chased his hot mouth. His beard scraped against your folds and he latched his mouth on you, suctioning your clit. Your body tensed at how strongly he was sucking on you.
“Sweetest cunt I've ever tasted,” He groaned between your legs. Your eyes rolled to the back because you could do nothing but take what he was giving you.
The moans that rolled out your mouth got louder as he delicately bit down on your clit. He then slid his tongue up to your entrance before pushing his tongue inside you. That resulted in you clenching tightly around him, your cunt becoming greedy for his mouth.
“Joel…”You whimpered, practically fucking yourself with his tongue. “Please.”
The knot that was building in your lower stomach instantly withered away once he pulled his face away from you.
“I don't think you deserve to cum yet, bunny,” He spoke out before standing up and positioning himself between your legs.
“I will be so good.” You sounded so pathetic, making an effort to chase a release that was taken away from you.
You felt the warmth of his cock near your cunt, bringing you to tilt your hips up more.
“I know you will, sweetheart.” He replied in a reassuring fashion. His hand found the small of your lower back as his tip softly skimmed over your dripping folds.
He exhaled a baritone groan as his mushroom tip stretched out your entrance. It barely wanted to fit in your tight cunt.
Everything about him was so giant.
You let out a soft cry of pleasing discomfort as he slowly sank deeper into you. In reaction, your legs unintentionally shook as you whimpered his name. Your pussy was swallowing him whole. You could feel your walls trying to adapt to the major girthy stretch.
“I can't…”You trailed off but struggled to find the words to finish your sentence. “It’s too much.”
“It’s okay, bunny,” he cooed, gently rubbing the small of your back as he bottomed out. He was so deep in you that you felt his balls against your clit. “I got you, relax.”
Your mouth remained open and your brows stayed furrowed as he proceeded with thrusting in you. A dull pain grew in your lower belly every time he moved and you squirmed underneath him.
“Aint know how long I've been wanting you.” He confessed after nearly pulling his cock all the way out of you; only his tip stayed into you and your walls clenched around it like he was going to vanish.
Knowing that he did feel something towards you only made you desire Joel more.
When he thrusted into you, it was like a reminder of how full he made you feel, though the stretch was so devastating.
After a couple of these unhurried thrusts, he picked up his pace. Crashing his hips into yours in a pure disciplining manner. Your pussy was gushing around him, you felt the creamy ring from your pussy forming around his cock. The noise of your wetness laced with your moans and Joel’s groans filled the air around the both of you.
“So fucking gorgeous.” He remarked, bringing his hands to the fat of your hips. The knot in you was building and Joel knew it too because of how tight you were squeezing his shaft.
You cried out as you took all that he was offering.
“For someone who dislikes me…”You choked out against the worn-out cushion, attempting to finish your sentence but you fell short when he pounded into your cunt with little mercy. His balls slammed against your clit at the ideal pace.
“Go on.” He demanded, picking up the swiftness. He brought the back of his hand to your ass and smacked it..
You couldn’t even form a proper thought, your mouth fell open as you gasped against the cushion. You closed your eyes in maximum pleasure as your heart heaved against your chest.
“Cant even finish your damn sentence.” He tssked, mocking your attempt to speak. “Yet, here you are letting this miserable old fuck take you like a whore.”
If you weren’t so fucked out of your mind, his insulting tone would have caused you two to argue. But with the way he was handling you, you let it slide because you were so close to cumming that your walls began to spasm in waves. Moans and breathy whimpers were the only thing fleeing from your mouth. Just a couple more thrusts and you would have released yourself all over Joel’s lengthy cock.
“Harder…please Joel.” You pleaded in response to the pressure building, greedily lifting your hips up to take more of his length.
He huffed out a chuckle through his sea of groans. You figured he was close too because his thrusts were evolving into careless strokes.
“I know baby, I know,” Joel mockingly cooed. “You want to cum?” he invited while proceeding with massaging the small of your back with his thumb.
You nodded frantically as an inhumane cry left your throat. It was like Joel was attempting to make your walls take the shape of his massive cock in you.
“Then tell me who’s pussy does this belong to?” He called into question as his thrust got deeper.
“You, Joel!”You cried out in a brief answer. You were almost at the edge, you felt the knot in you about to snap.
“That right?” He tested some more. Your juices were fully dripping down your thighs now.
You nodded against the cushion and dug your nails into your wrist harder. Your thighs were tensing and quivering as you felt your orgasm about to hit.
In a matter of seconds, it was taken away from you. The sensation that was building in you was directly fading.
In shock you whined, attempting to turn your head further to the side to get a better view of Joel.
His curls were falling in his face, he was too busy looking down at where you guys connected in awe. His soft lips were narrowly parted as his pace was sluggish and plunging. Stripping the orgasm away from you.
“This is a life lesson bunny,” He grumbled sternly before sliding out to where only his tip was in you. You whimpered, chasing the warmth of his cock with your hips. “Sometimes beggars can't be choosers.”
He then bottomed out in you and you choked on your own saliva. You felt every brutal inch of him stretching you back out.
“Please Joel.” You rocked your hips to ease the ache.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he spread your ass wide so your hole was more visible then spat. The warm, sticky fluid found its way right at your ass’ rim. He took the spit and smeared it around the rim some more.
Joel took his thumb and stuck it into your ass. You tensed underneath him, both of your holes clamping around him.
“We need to give this hole some attention.” Joel groaned out before matching his thumb to the pace of his cock. Slow and excruciatingly deep.
The sensation of being so full had you squirming away but his strong grip on your hip was enough to keep you in place.
“You can do it bunny,” He continued his thrust as you whined. “Relax for me.”
“Too much…no more Joel.” You begged, attempting to push his thumb from out of your untrained asshole.
He listened this time but in return, Joel didn’t only take his thumb out of you; he pulled his cock out too.
The feeling of being empty was bittersweet but You were caught by surprise when he turned you over in a swift motion. Your tied hands were now underneath you. He yanked off the rest of your pants and torn underwear then brought your legs to his waist.
This position made Joel have fuller access to you. Joel lined his glistening cock against your entrance again and sank back into you. “You take me so well, sweetheart.” He moaned, his southern drawl laced with pure fascination.
It didn’t take long before picked up his pace. This time he was drilling into you with no compassion. You could do nothing but allow your pussy to swallow his length because of the position he had you in.
The sound of your sweaty skin slapping against his was fierce. Your cries were coming to be strained and louder as your back arched from off the truck’s bench seat. You didn’t care how comfortless the position was because all you focused on was Joel’s thrust building your orgasm back up and the burning sensation coming from your core.
Joel noticed your loudness and he stuck a few fingers in your mouth,pacifying your pathetic sounds. This was a physical reminder that your pussy was milking him dry on the side of the road. You sucked Joel’s thick fingers, tasting yourself as they muffled your moans.
The hot pressure building inside of you.
“You are doing so well sweetheart.” His hands snaked around the back of your neck and forced you to look at where you guys connected. He made sure you were looking at the mess as he spat directly between your legs. The warm liquid dripped down your clit and near your entrance, sending a shiver down your spine. The cream from your tired cunt fully formed a ring around Joel’s cock.
“Such a messy bunny,” He grunted, moving his rough hands down to your swollen,aching bud. He circled it a few times which nearly made your legs clamp shut. “you are going to watch every second of me fucking you.”
You let out an audible cry as you clenched around him, a desire burning in you as he thrusted into the precious spot inside of you.
His animalistic noises filled the air once he approved of you laying back down onto the bench seat. He brought your legs over his shoulder before leaning forward so his face was in the crook of your neck. Joel was folding you like a chair in this position.
You slowly regretted not taking off your work shirt because the feeling of his warm mouth on your puffy nipples made your cunt clench around him.
“Don’t stop,” You breathed out in a whiny sob after squinting your eyes shut. The angle he was in was something so serious and lethal that you were completely stretched out to the maximum.
“You make me feel so good, Joel.” I blurted out, the wave of ecstasy pooling against my lower stomach.
“I know bunny,” He groaned as the sloppiness of his thrusts indicated to me he was near his own release.
“Just like that,” He praised the way you lifted your hips more. His groans were now pathetic whimpers because he was losing control of himself. “Atta girl.”
The way he was talking you through everything made you clamp around his cock with tremendous strength. You were about to release and Joel figured it.
He continued pounding into you as you squirmed. A blasting choke coming from out of your chest as you shivered underneath him.
Your walls spasmed around the girth of his cock, a wave-like gesture massaged his cock and brought him to his own release. You felt Joel twitch in you as he fucked you through your high.
“You are doing great, bunny.” He could barely contain himself any longer. I bit down on my lips and nodded in reaction to his praise as his pace quickened.
“Prettiest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He remarked while halting deep into your cunt. He was filling you up with his cum. The warm sticky feeling caused your back to arch as he remained deep inside you.
He waited there for a couple of seconds before taking his cock out of your puffy pussy. The emptiness between your legs resulted in you whining. The mess your cunt made mixed with his cum was gradually dripping out of you and onto the cushion below you.
You two were both breathing laboriously, looking at each other. Joel was wide-eyed like he'd just seen a ghost; Like he couldn’t believe that he fucked his bestfriend’s daughter on the side of the road. Your lips parted while you stared up at him in shock that you allowed him to be this rough with you.
What the hell did you just do?….
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