summary: Just two months into college and you're starting to crush on your psych professor, but what happens when he calls you to stay after class?
warnings: mentions of f!masturbating, piv (wrap it up), oral m!receiving, lots and lots of sexual tension, degrading!joel, slow burn (sorry not sorry), description of what reader wears, all the information in this is purely just to my knowledge! highly sorry if I get anything wrong :)
authors note: I highly recommend listening to the song by Lana Del Ray!
Ugh. You sigh to yourself as you take a seat in the lecture room. Your skirt rides up, showing your thighs and lacy stockings. You're one of the first one there. You knew today was going to be a bit of a longer lecture, but, you didn't mind.
Mr. Miller walks through the doors and your heart skips a beat. He locks eyes with you and smirks. Your gulp and shyly smile at him. You can feel yourself slowly starting to get wetter and wetter by the minute. He sets his brief case down on his desk and runs his hands through his hair. You can just see how big his hands are, the places they could go, fit into..
No. You can't be thinking about these things, he's your teacher. He sits in his chair and opens his laptop.
"Nice day ain't it sugar?" That southern drawl makes your head spin in all directions.
"Uh, yea it, uhm." You stutter as he sits waiting for you to answer. His legs are spread and his arm is resting on his thigh while his chin sits on his fist. "It is."
You smile nervously as more people start to walk in. You're practically drenched by this point, how can just his voice and eyes make you this wet?
The lecture starts at 11:30. You've calmed down a little bit now as you pull out your laptop and note book. He walks around and grabs a piece of chalk.
"Right so, you all know that what we're starting off with is just some simple review of the parts of the brain that most of you, unless you didn't take it and are just in here to stare at me." The room fills with small chuckles as he makes that joke. It wasn't a joke to you.
He chuckles along with the class and resumes his speech. "Anyways." He locks eyes with you. "All of you know occipital lobe does. It handles visual information. Which, along with the pareital lobe, temporal lobe and frontal lobe. You all should know."
Feels like hours, days, months, that you're sat here. In a pool of arousal which, he can probably smell from across the room by the way he keeps peeping at you. Little looks from across the room, small remarks to the class, except he knows they bother you.
The more time goes on the worse and more needy you get. It's now 1. There are only thirty more minutes of class left. You look down at the blank piece of paper that is supposed to be filled with notes only to realize that once you move your head up, everyone is walking out.
You check the time. It's one o'clock, You quickly start to pack up so you can go home and play with your clit, fuck yourself on your fingers as you imagine it's Mr.Millers cock instead.
You grab your bag and start walking up the stairs. As you're about to exit, you hear someone call your name. It's Mr. Miller.
He stands at the bottom of the stairs with his hands on his hip.
"C'mere." He gestures with his hand as he walks to sit back in his chair behind his desk, you breathe heavily and walk down to his desk. You stand awkwardly infront.
"Somethin' wrong darlin? Come over here." He smirks as your face goes red. You walk to stand next to him. He stands up and carefully pulls your bag from your shoulder. His hand runs down your arm and to your hand. Your stomach drops as he runs his fingers over your middle and ring finger.
He moves on top of you as he pushes you against his desk. Your eyes widen as you feel his bulge against your leg. He moves your hair from Infront of your neck and leans in close to your ear.
"Goddamn it baby, you're really doing somethin' to me sugar." He groans in your ear as he runs his fingers along your body.
"M-Mr. Miller, we can't-"
"Shhh Shh." You swallow a moan as he looks down and runs his hands up your thigh. You bend your leg up so your foot rests on his chair. Your mouth opens as he takes you by surprise. His fingers run along your wet slit. You slap a hand on his shoulder as he presses his fingers on your clit.
"Fuck honey, you're soaked." You arche your back into him as the pressure builds. "Yea baby? You enjoying that?" He groans as you begin to move your hips with the rhythm of his hands.
His hand comes around your body and cups your back. He removes his hand and you whine. He backs up from you and begins undoing his belt. You're practically drooling at the sight of his erection.
You rush over to him and grab his face. Pulling him into a kiss. He grabs your waist and starts to grind on you as your hand runs down his body and to his pants.
You through his belt to the ground and take his pants off as you kneel on the floor. His dick springs up and hits his belly. He sits down in his chair as you take him into your hands.
"Fuck" He drags it on as if he were already so close. You take his tip into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it. He groans as your other hand begins to massage his balls.
He told your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you begin to take him deeper and deeper. You gag as soon as you get to the base. His eyes are shut tight and he is frozen in time. He holds your head down and tears begin to run down your face. He whines loudly as he thrusts his hips into you. His dick goes even deeper down your throat making you gag.
"Shit baby, your so fucking" His mouth goes agape as soon as you move your tongue to his balls and your fingers begin to dance along his tip.
His grips your hair and the arm of the chair as tight as he can.
"God darlin' I need to be in you right fucking now." You smirk at his neediness as he lets go of your hair and spins you around, bending you over his desk. You feel his fingers along the curve of your ass as he pulls your panties down. He stares at your dripping cunt. "Holy fuck."
You feel his tip at your drenched pussy as he pushes in. You both moan in unison. He goes slow at first but then starts to pound into you. Hitting that sweet spot that not even you can reach with your fingers.
You grip the edge of the desk as his hand comes around to pull and twist at your nipples. "Fuck Mr. Miller." He stops for a moment and you whine.
"Mr. Miller?" Your voice stills as if you had done something wrong. He grips you tightly as his mouth comes right up to your ear. He begins to move again and you start to moan.
"Yea, Mr. Miller huh? You enjoy fucking your teacher, while someone could easily just walk in and see a student fucking her professor." You gasp at his words, but its all true. You enjoy the thrill.
"Fuck sugar' so fucking good." He bites your earlobe and you arch your back even further. He rails into you like your life depends on it. "Mr. Miller, I'm-"
"What baby? Hm? Ya close? Gonna come on your professors cock like a good girl you are?" You moan loudly but his hand comes up to your mouth to cover your screams. His other hand runs down your body and starts to circle your clit. That throws over the edge. He feels you pulse and squeeze his cock as you cum.
You breathe deeply as he grabs your hips and pounds into you. Just shortly after, he pulls out and begins jerking his cock. "Gonna cum baby where do you want me?"
You quickly turn around and pull down your shirt showing off your tits. He smirks. "Oh you naughty girl."
His hand works faster as his legs begin to shake. "Oh fuck baby girl oh my god." He throws his head back as spurts of cum shoot onto your chest. Smearing all over your nipples. His hand comes to a slow as he finishes. He walks back and sits in his chair.
You stay where you are looking at him. You look down at your chest and grab some of his cum, putting it in your mouth. His eyes darken as he watches you.
He chuckles. "Gonna make me hard again baby, you don't want that." You smirk.
"What if I do?"
He leans forward on his chair pulling you to sit in his lap.
so, these past few months have been quite a lot for me and I'm so sorry for saying I was back when I clearly wasn't! I thought that I was in the right mindset but i guess I wasn't at the moment, but I am now! So I will be posting a lot more because I have several fic ideas but also I have a new account too! It's simply dedicated to wlw or any type of gay genre. I have always been wanting to write about it but I never had the courage but now I do! Don't worry I will still be posting on here and updating my stories but I will also be creating new ones on my other account. You do not have to follow me, but here is my other account if any of you friends want to go check it out! @prettypinkladiess
i love you all and I cant wait to be back to my old self and posting more :)
summary: You are four months pregnant with Joel’s child and are starting to show. You’ve been wearing more baggy clothes around your dad and his birthday is coming up, you know you’ll be seeing more family than just your father.
warnings: teasing, cuddling, some nipple sucking, little bit of angst, description of reader not based on picture, breast massaging, horny joel, description of readers breasts, tiny bit of leg grinding, arguing, angst, crying
authors note: i'm back bitches (hopefully once again) shorter chapter, haven't really had much motivation sadly, hopefully it'll stop on by soon
Ever since you told Joel you were pregnant, he’s been more and more consistent with helping you whenever you’re at his place. Whether it’s simple just bringing you a glass of water, or helping you carry some groceries in from his car. He’s being more gentle in a way and it fills your heart with joy. Thinking about how gentle he will be with your child.
“Joel!” You call him from downstairs as your sprawled out on the couch. You hear his footsteps come crashing down the stairs and he’s immediately at your aid. “Yea darlin’?” You give him a soft smile as you put your hand on your tummy. He walks over to you and sits down beside you and puts his arm around your shoulder as he joins hands with yours. He smiles down at you as he rubs your little tummy.
“I was just wondering if you could massage my boobs? They’re really tender.” His eyes widen in shock. You two haven’t really done anything sexual wise since you told him you were pregnant. He knew how your hormones could differ from day to day due to your pregnancy that’s why he kept the sex rate low. But now, now that you’re asking him to touch such a gentle and delicate part of your body that he hasn’t even laid eyes on in god knows how long, might be the end of him.
He takes a deep gulp. “Uh- Yea um sure baby.” You smile innocently as you face towards him. He awkwardly places his hands on your boobs and begins to move them around. “Cmon silly, don’t act like you’ve never done this before. You got to take my shirt off.” Sweat begins to run down his back. He’s acting just like a teenager in heat. He swallows as he slowly takes your shirt off. He’s speechless. He gently places your shirt on the ground as he looks at your gorgeous breasts in your bra. He closes his eyes as he replaces his hands on your boobs. “Joel! What are you doing? My word, do i have to do everything around here myself?” You swat his hand away as he looks at you in surprise. You reach behind you as you unclasp your bra.
Joel’s eyes fixate themselves on your glowing, luscious breasts. Your nipples hard due to the tenderness, the soft skin of your boobs. Everything. He bites the inside of his lip as hard as he can to suppress his desire. He places his hands on your naked breasts as he finally gets to do his work. He gently palms your breasts while twisting your nipples in his fingers.
You let out a little sigh as you feel his work. His eyebrows furrow as he holds back a groan. As he sees your breasts moving up and down and your nipples hard as a rock from his hands, his mouth begins to salivate. You close your eyes and lean back as he lies down on top of you, making sure to not lay on your belly.
His mouth comes in contact with your nipple and you both moan in pleasure. His tongue rubs the little bud as his other hand twists and pokes your other breast. Your hands move into his hair as they pull and tug. “Oh god Joel.” You sigh as he moves his mouth to your other nipple. You can easily feel how hard he is as he begins to grind on your leg. Joel comes up for air as he looks at your blissed out face. “Hey baby, what’d you say we move this to the bedr-“
He is rudely interrupted by your phone ringing. You groan as you get up and leave Joel lying back on the couch. You pick up your phone and see it’s your dad calling. “It’s my dad.” Joel looks up in confusion as you answer the call.
“Hey dad what’s up?”
“Hon where the hell are ya?”
Joel looks at you in surprise as you begin to stutter as you think of a lie.
“I’m at a friends house.”
There’s a slight pause on the other end of the phone.
“Ok well i need you home now”
“Dad why? Can’t i come tomorrow morning? What’s the big issue”
“I said home. Now.”
With that, he hangs up the phone. You stare down at the dark screen. Joel stands up and walks over to you with your bra and shirt. “He’s never this angry joel, what if he knows? What will he think of me then?”
Joel rubs your face as your eyes get teary. “He won’t know baby. There’s no way he will ok? Maybe your family is comin for a visit n he needs some help. I’m sure that’s all it is doll.” He gives you a reassuring smile as you give him a kiss. He helps you put your bra and shirt back on as well as handing you your coat. He opens the door as you walk out. “See ya soon babe” You give him a kiss and a wave goodbye as you get in your car and head for home.
Worry begins to creep in as you approach your dads house. You pull up into the driveway and park your car. You take a moment to try and calm yourself as you get out of your car and walk up to your dad's door. You take a deep breath in before you open the door to hell.
You dad is stood in the doorway exactly as you walk in. "Dad? What's going on." You say with a shaky voice. He is stood in front of you with his arms crossed and his face a stern tone.
You slowly shut the door behind you as you stand awkwardly awaiting for him to speak. "Care to explain what this is?" He told out his hand and inside of it is a positive pregnancy test.
You eyes widen and you become winded. "D-Dad I have no idea what-"Now don't get all pouty on me, you know exactly what the fuck this is and you better fucking explain it to me right now." He slams the test down on the counter as you feel your eyes begin to swell with tears.
Millions of questions run through your head about how he even found out, you directly remember hiding it away in one of your clothing drawers, what would he be doing in there?
"Were you looking through my stuff?" "Now that ain't the question now is it, what in the damn hell, is that positive fucking pregnancy test doin in my daughters room. 21 year old daughters room."
You're speechless, I mean what do you have to say to him? That you fucked his best friend who is at least a good 25 years older than you and now your having his baby?
"Dad, I mean what do you want me to say?"
He looks at you with angry eyes and a clenched jaw. "You gonna tell me who this mystery boy is then hmm? Or am I just gonna have to find out myself."
"Dad its none of your business okay? It's not that big of a deal."
"Excuse me? Not that big of a deal that my daughter, who isn't even done college yet, is fucking pregnant with God knows who's child. That's not a goddamn big deal to you?"
He uncrosses his arms and clenches his fists as he walks towards you. Your phone starts rapidly buzzing and you try to turn it off as fast as you can but your not quick enough.
"Now who keeps blowin up that phone of yours, is it your baby daddy hm?"
Before you can say anything he snatches the phone out of your hand and tears begin running down your face. "Dad please don't-"
He stares blankly at the screen as incoming text messages come flooding in. "Joel... with hearts next to his name, calling you baby?"
His tone is slow but still stern. He is shocked.
He chuckles a little. Tears come running down your face, smudging your makeup. "This better be some other goddamn Joel you know because if this is fucking Joel Miller I swear to God. Is it?"
You look at him but stay silent. "Fucking answer me god damnit. Is it Joel fucking Miller?" You close your eyes as you nod your head yes as you begin to cry harder.
Your dad throws your phone at you and puts his hands on his head. "Get out."
Your head shoots up in shock. "Dad I-" "Now what didn't you understand, I said fucking get out of my house." He shouts at you as you grab the door and slam it behind you. Running to your car as you cry.
It starts to rain as you drive into to Joel's house. It's the only place that you can think of that'll be safe. God what are you going to do?
i took a few months off of Tumblr and other socials too. I felt like it was best for me and my mental health at the time to just step back a little and take a break. a lot of hurt and comfort happened during my break, some of it was good for me and some of it was bad but anyways that's all over now. I'm back and I hope that I will have enough motivation and energy to actually begin writing again! it will take time and patience but i shall get there soon enough! i love you all soo much and i am truly happy to be back and running again!!
I think we can all collectively agree that just because a story is posted for free online does not give you the right to copy it Word for Word and sell it off as your own. WTF????
Lots of my favorite blogs are either leaving tumblr or talking about leaving tumblr and i just…
this fandom needs to fucking reevaluate its priorities and get its shit together. we’re running off our best people with plagiarism, petty drama, etc.
it’s not fun to be in the pedro fandom anymore. i’ll be here til tumblr inevitably collapses bc im a glutton for punishment, but i miss when this was fun.
my doctors appointment got rescheduled to tomorrow, lets hope I see Joel miller, wish me luck i don't fall on my knees for him and make a fool of myself 🫠
he is my doctor. I walked in to the room and sat down contemplating my life decisions and PRAYING he wasn't my doctor because well a little part of me was hoping he was but anyways HE IS!!!! now I'm not quite sure what to do since this man is literally THE Joel miller. also on the paper he gave me, it had his number on it, not quite sure if it was his personal number or his office number but @littlevenicebitch69,@pascalssbabyy, @drewharrisonwriter our dream came true 🤭🤭
i saw THE doctor Joel yesterday and let me tell u I was practically drooling on the bed yesterday (and not just from my mouth) god he had his sweet little cloak on and those plastic gloves that were SO tight on his mighty big hands, and let me tell u some juicy juice. he put his finger under my chin to lift my head up and look into my eyes. I was just staring at him BECAUSE I DIED!!!!! this man touched me. TOUCHED MEEEEEE!!!! I think I need to calm down, anywaysssss, I think that's a win win ladies @littlevenicebitch69,@pascalssbabyy, @drewharrisonwriter 😎😎
soooooo I saw him 😮💨 I forgot to update, whoops! but I wont be able to see him for another few weeks because I'm going away 🫠 I'm sooooo bummed about that but oh well, anyways babes, he just talked to me this visit but all I could do was stare at those HANDS, my word. but when i get back i think it's going to be a lengthy visit 🤭
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