#stepdad!joel
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it's hard (stepdad one shot)
3k words, stepdad!joel x f!reader
“Can I tell ya somethin'?” He whispers. “What?” You ask. He takes a deep breath. He scoots back, making room for you to roll onto your back and look up at him. His face is serious. He takes off his glasses and reaches to put them on the side table. His eyes are always browner than you remember.
SUMMARY: You're at their house xmas wk.
WARNINGS: I8+ stepcest, angst, pining, fluff, possessive!joel, sneaking around, outercourse, unsafe p in v, mess of cum. reader can sit on him. Mood board is for mood.
A/N: Title is an album by The Who.
It’s Christmas week, only a few days after your first time with Joel, and you’re staying at their house. You show up later than you said you would, and Joel has already asked where you are. The truth is, you're nervous. You’re not sure you want to have sex in their house, and you’re also not sure you can resist. It’s too mortifying to think about getting caught. There are plenty of other places you can do it–your apartment, a motel, a car. You’re trying to be smart and slow down.
When you show up, your mom’s car isn’t there. Joel is in the kitchen wearing his standard gray joggers, a tight white tee, and socks with coconuts on them. No shoes. He lights up when you walk in. "Hey," you mutter and he replies in kind as you close the door behind you. You survey the living room where there’s a pillow and blankets on the sofa, and you pity him for a moment.
“Oh,” he goes over to the christmas tree and plugs in the multicolor lights. “Merry Christmas week.” You stand there with your bags, not really sure what you’re doing, or feeling. He approaches you cautiously.
You look at each other for a few seconds until you're both comfortable that the other still feels the same way.
“I'll take those,” Joel finally offers. As he takes the bag off your shoulder, he gives you a peck on the cheek. “Good to see you,” he mumbles. His shirt rides up as he slings the bag over his shoulder and you follow him upstairs. He glances back and teases, “Caught ya lookin’.”
Once you make it to your bedroom you ask, “where's mom?”
“Grabbin’ dinner. Guess we’ll eat when she's back.” He puts the bags down on your bed and steps toward you. You don’t step away. He gently pulls you into a hug. You inhale his scent as his arms wrap around you.
The embrace lingers, and you can't ignore the warmth of his mostly-soft package pressing against you.
You begin to whisper, “I don't think we should. . .” trailing off when you realize you're not sure where to draw the line. Every second in his arms, you're less and less sure.
“Okay,” Joel murmurs. He kisses you on the cheek–slower, more tender than his initial greeting. “Whatever you want,” he adds. He presses his lips into your cheek again, and they linger for a moment before he drags them away.
“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself, then pull away, cheeks burning as his arms reluctantly loosen and his hands slide down, skimming your sides as you step back.
“I'm gonna unpack,” you mutter, glancing at your luggage, cheeks warm.
“Yeah,” Joel scratches one side of his beard. “Okay.”
One day at a time. Have some self-control. You pull yourself away.
He nods, looks down, and turns around to leave. His back is sooo broad. You want to reach out and run your hand over his muscles, but you know you wouldn't stop there.
You lock the door behind him and hope it isn't too offensive. As soon as he’s out, you exhale. You lay down on your bed. You open your nightstand drawer and your heart flutters at a box with a bow on it, and your name in his handwriting. Under it, there's a new pack of batteries.
You wonder if he's about to jerk off, but you don't wait to find out. You close your eyes and imagine him coming back through the door, unable to resist.
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Your Mom comes home with Thai food and the three of you sit down to dinner together. Your mom makes small talk while Joel makes a mess of the pad thai trying to serve himself. Noodles are dragging behind, tethering the pile on his plate to the main container. Your mom bristles at this in her peripheral vision.
“So,” your Mom puts on her best interested face and asks you,“Swipe right on anyone lately?”
Joel scoffs silently.
“Not many,” you answer. Every time she talks to you, your heart races like you’re about to walk into a trap. This is your own doing, and you know it.
“How many guys are on there, anyway?”
“A lot.”
“Can I see?”
It doesn’t even occur to you to say no.
You open tinder and slide your phone over. “Just swipe left.”
Joel’s chewing slows down as he stares at the dating app open on your phone. Your stomach drops.
You hadn’t used it at all this week. You would’ve deleted it if you thought about it, but you’re so used to ignoring the notifications. You look at Joel apologetically as your Mom keeps swiping left.
Joel’s nostrils flare, and his breaths become faster. He swallows and doesn’t take another bite. He taps his chopsticks on his plate.
“Oh,” your Mom addresses you. “You know who’s single?” She looks up from your phone. Joel takes a deep breath and looks at her with his brow furrowed.
“Harold, down the street.”
“What the hell would she want with Harold?” Joel snaps.
Your mom chuckles. “What’s wrong with Harold?”
Her phone rings. Joel puts his chopsticks down and clasps his hands behind his chair to stretch his back. As soon as your Mom stands up from the table, he leans forward and takes your phone.
“What’s this about?” he asks flatly. It’s still open to tinder. His jaw clenches. He looks into your messages. At least he can see you haven’t sent any.
“I forgot I even had it,” you explain.
He goes to the home screen. “Good, you won’t mind.” He holds down the app and presses uninstall.
“What else ya got?” he starts scrolling your apps.
He goes on instagram and opens a picture of you in a mildly low cut dress. He deletes it and opens another picture. His breathing is still agitated.
“Hey,” you reach for your phone. “What the hell?” You take it from his hand. “Are you gonna act even crazier now?”
His brow furrows and he stares at the table, then meets your eyes and swallows. “I dunno.” His face softens as he looks at you.
Then he gets pensive and asks, “What do you think of Harold?”
You roll your eyes. “I don’t think about Harold at all.” You pocket your phone and get up from the table.
“Wait, where ya goin’?”
“Meeting a friend for coffee.”
He’s rubbing his beard like he’s trying not to say anything, but he blurts out, “What friend?”
“Emma. . . Jesus.”
On your way out of the neighborhood, you pass Harold’s house. It feels like every time you drive by in the daylight, he's struggling to bring some kind of delivery inside - Amazon boxes, or even donuts and iced coffee. Tonight he's sitting at his kitchen table alone, wrapping a present.
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When you’re at the cafe with Emma, Joel texts you, Sorry.
It’s ok, you reply.
It's a struggle not to tell Emma what's going on, but you don't. You tell her you’re seeing someone but don't want to jinx it by saying too much.
When you get home, he’s in the kitchen casually leaning with his butt and hands against the counter. “How ‘bout some egg nog?”
“No thanks,” you tell him, but you linger.
“We good?” he asks, quieter. You nod as you take off your jacket, then put it in the coat closet.
When you turn around, he’s right in your space. His eyes are red and his hair is messier than earlier, giving you a rush of desire.
“Sorry,” he repeats and reaches for your head.
You don’t pull away.
He cradles the back of your head as he hugs you loosely. You let your hands lightly skim his hips, then wrap around him. It would be a harmless hug in a different family. Until he pulls his head back, then rubs his nose against yours. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, nostrils filling with his aftershave. Then a toilet flushes in the background, and you break apart.
“I’m going to read,” you mumble. His fingertips skim your ass as you walk away.
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You’re lying in bed later, still reading, when Joel sends you a snapchat. The notification makes you tingle, but when you open it, it’s not him. It’s the TV downstairs with the title card of Krampus. You get out of bed and pad over to your mom's room. You crack the door open, and she's passed out.
You go downstairs.
Joel is lying on his side on the sofa. You and he are wearing the same pajamas you got for Christmas last year. The Christmas tree casts the room in a dim, cozy light.
He welcomes you under his arm. Just a little cuddling, you lie to yourself.
Without much hesitation, you settle in as a small spoon so you're both facing the tv. He runs his hand up and down your side before dangling his arm over your waist. The bulge in his pants is barely grazing you, until you push your ass back and he inhales sharply, then cups your breast, using his forearm across your torso to bring you closer. His nose nudges your neck and you can feel him inhaling your scent. His warm package nudges your ass. It's the first time you've felt him soft, like really felt him. It's still quite a bulge.
He's not soft for long. Soon he’s lightly grinding against you, hard and getting harder as the movie quietly plays. His hand leaves your breast, skimming down your soft pajama top to its bottom hem. His fingers creep under the shirt and when they hit your bare skin, the shock of arousal has you thinking very stupid thoughts. Like, maybe you should ride him on this couch, come what may. You stop his hand from going any further up your shirt.
His arm relaxes in defeat.
You gently take his hand out from under your shirt and bring it near your breast, where it was. Instead, he covers your hand with his and interlaces his fingers. His thumb brushes yours at a slow rhythm, and the butterflies in your chest nearly make you forget what you're trying to resist until his cock twitches against you.
He takes his hand back only for a moment to adjust himself, then his hand returns to yours. His arm wraps tighter over you. Against your back, his chest expands with each breath. The rhythmic stroke of his thumb lulls you half-asleep.
“Can I tell ya somethin?” He whispers.
“What?” You ask.
He takes a deep breath. He scoots back, making room for you to roll onto your back and look up at him. His face is serious. He takes off his glasses and reaches back to put them on the side table. His eyes are always browner than you remember.
“I wanna do this every night,” he says.
Your heart flutters. You turn on your side to face him.
“I mean it,” his eyes are somber. He lays his hand on your side. He takes in a shaky breath. “I'm miserable without you.”
“I'm right here.”
He shakes his head. “I need all of you.”
You look at each other for a few seconds in the light of the Christmas tree. There's not much to say.
“Me too,” you whisper. His nose twitches and he shakes his head like you don't get it.
“What I’m tryin’ to say is. . .I’d ruin my life for you, if it wouldn't ruin yours, too.”
You read each other's eyes for a long moment.
“What life,” you whisper.
His eyes brighten. “That's how I feel.” His gaze falls to your lips. “We’ll get a new one.”
You want to kiss him, but don't want to end up naked. First you warn, “I don't wanna take off any-”
He cuts you off with his lips. They’re soft and needy. Then his hand runs down your side, over your ass, and his fingers dig into your flannel-clad thigh. You hike your knee up and wrap your leg around him. The hard shape in his pants presses right against your most sensitive place. “Mm,” you moan softly into his mouth.
You’re throbbing for him. So turned on. His tongue slides against yours and he feeds on your mouth as he grinds against you. His dick is fat and hard and warm.
As you move against each other, pangs of pleasure dart to your nipples, your ass, your chest. He's so hard. Your body flutters on the edge of bliss but stays there. He grabs the plush of your ass, pulling you harder against him. You break the kiss with a gasp, and he latches onto your neck.
With a push of his hips, he moans into your neck then whispers, “can't wait to be inside you again.” you throb and gush at the thought. He grinds against you a little harder, needier, but just as slow. “Fuck, you feel good.” He rolls over on his back, bringing you on top of him. Then he sits up and lifts your knees so your legs wrap around him and you hang onto his neck.
“God I wanna fuck you like this,” he whispers, holding you against him. His cock swells harder. You're throbbing madly. You card your fingers into his hair and he groans at your fingertips on his scalp. His strong arm holds you against him with his hips lifting under you.
“Me too,” you whisper, your legs pulling yourself closer, harder. You groan softly. “Want you inside me—fuck, just like this.”
“Can ya feel it,” he asks, “ohhh–cause I still feel it–god–every time I close my eyes.” He moans as his stiff manhood twitches against you. Your clit pulses and you gasp. He covers your mouth with a kiss as you come. Everything else fades away. His lips break away with a shudder as he explodes against you through the soft flannel, pulsing hard. Your chest flutters at the feeling.
When you're both done, he lets you back onto the sofa, and resumes his position on his side. He pulls you back against him with a sigh. You're pleasantly surprised that you don't feel a bigger mess against your back.
“Shit,” he mutters after a minute.
“What?”
“‘s’not your problem.”
“Say it.” You roll on your back to look at him.
His cheeks flush. “M’not empty.”
Your heart skips a beat.
“Not your problem,” he repeats, but you’re already pulling down your waistband. Yeah, it’s. . .not a problem at all.
You turn on your side again, facing the tv. You reach back into his pants, and your breath hitches at the mess of cum enrobing his slowly softening dick.
“Do it,” you whisper, and tilt your hips for him.
He quickly notches his cum smeared dick at your entrance, no longer fully hard, but hard enough. He presses on your mound as he plunges into you, dividing your insides with a sigh. “Fuck,” he breathes. Your chest feels light as your body makes space for him.
You close your eyes as he further stiffens, growing inside you, pressing against your walls. His hand slides up your top. He gropes your breast as he retreats, then bottoms out again. Within a few strokes, he’s as stiff as ever, and you’re as full as ever.
He pauses, fully seated inside you, throbbing. He covers you both with a blanket. You're relieved there's another one beneath you. He breathes against your ear as his hand meanders under your top again. “Inside?”
“Yeah,” You nod.
“Where it should be,” he pants. He moans as he slowly fucks you.
“Want it all,” you beg, getting closer and closer with the tight drag of him within you.
He adjusts his position, sliding his arm under your neck so he can grope you with both hands, hugging you tight against him.
"'s'all I think about," he whispers. "Ungghhh---when I wake up---ohh--when I go to sleep."
He moans softly and his hands feel you greedily, "whenever you're ready."
“Fuck,” you whisper. He buries himself in you slow and deep. His breath is hot on your neck. You push back on him, swallowing every inch he’ll feed your drooling cunt. He buries his mouth and nose against your head. The Christmas lights are blurry in the corner of your eye.
“Feel so perfect,” he pants. He rubs your clit and you still his hand. He withdraws part way and pauses with his tip nudging just the right spot. He just barely rocks his hips, staying right there, rubbing over it, not letting up.
You gasp and tighten with tension, then sigh as you gush on him.
“Yeah,” he pants, presses your mound for leverage, and bottoms out as you choke his cock.
He sighs and begins to pulse with even more power than you remember. A huge burst of warmth, followed by a smaller twitch, another massive burst, a slow thrust. It keeps coming, and so do you. His breaths are heavy against you, his stomach flexing into your back as he empties his load. You're overflowing with cum. Your climax wanes, and he's still pulsing even once he's dry.
It finally stops, and he rests inside.
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You catch your breath, and the smell of sex hangs so heavy in the air that dread bubbles in your chest. You pull yourself forward, letting his cock fall out.
“Shit,” you mutter at the mess between your legs. You pull your pants up. He squeezes your hip affectionately as you sit up.
He sits up on his elbow and tucks away his worn out cock. He takes a deep breath and searches your eyes.
You don't know what to say. You reach back to feel the blanket – soaked. “This is. . .we can’t do this again.”
He whispers your name, sits up and rests one hand on your back, one on your thigh. His chest is heaving like he's waking up from a nightmare. “What happened,” he whispers. “Talk to me.”
“Here. We can't do this here.”
He sighs and swallows. “Okay,” he whispers. “Sorry.”
“You know how to use the washer, right?”
“Yeah. I've got it. Of course.”
You take off your pajama bottoms.
“You okay ?” He asks.
You nod. You yearn to lay with him, but you’re also compelled to leave that room.
You read his face and the worry on it makes your heart hurt.
“It's okay,” you whisper, then kiss him good night. It's a long, soft kiss, and he doesn't want to let you go. “It’s okay, I promise,” you assure him.
You creep up the stairs pantsless. The air is cool on the cum between your thighs until more warmth trickles out.
You clean up in your bathroom and hear the washer turn on downstairs. You can't get his pitiful look out of your head. You send him a chat when you get back in bed: Good night ❤️.
Sweet dreams ❤️🤟, he replies.
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Thank you for reading!
PSA - The main story to stepdad is over, and I don't commit to another arc of them, but the AU is still open for one shots, asks, HCs, whatever I get inspired on. Basically I want it to be more casual without expectations.
There will be another post this month, because I already wrote the smut.
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been thinking so hard about stepdad!him and showing you off and humiliation lately
cw: stepcestish, but no direct mention apart from a mild daddy kink? cockwarming,
the way he'd pat his lap and pull you in as you go to grab him a beer, play with your shorts and slowly grind you against him, right in front of all his friends.
"gone all shy in front of ya daddy's friends huh? not so shy when you were dripping on my cock earlier on" he chuckles out, "think I'll keep you right here, why don't you show everyone how good you can warm my dick baby?"
he pulls your shorts to the side and unzips his trousers, taking out his hard cock and sinking down on it, already soaked from the teasing.
"there we go, good girl, just keep daddy's dick nice and warm for me, don't move and maybe I'll fuck you so good on the table, show everyone how good you sound" you nuzzle your head into his shoulder, arms wrapped round his neck and he lets out a moan when you clench around him gently.
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Pairing: Stepdad! Joel x f!reader
Summary: Joel asked you to borrow your laptop to search for work stuff, but something caught his eye. As he clicked on it a smirk grew on his face. He had found your Tumblr account filled with fics of older men and your deepest dark fantasies.
No mention of y/n
wc- 738
Cw: 18+ only | smut | use of daddy| biting | oral! f | manhandling | dirty talk | degrading | slight choking | masturbation!m | dry humping | spanking | Minors do NOT interact!
Joel had knocked on your bedroom door coming in to ask if he could borrow your laptop, you agreed and gave it to him. As Joel opened up your laptop, sitting on the corner of your bed you had just gone out to get two coffees and a few cupcakes from Starbucks which was only a few blocks away from the house, as Joel was about to open up a tab on google, he clicked on the tab that was already opened. Called "Tumblr" as he scrolled down on your dashboard what looked like fics appeared.
As he clicked on the first one and looked through it a chuckle escaped his throat "damn, didn't know she was this needy for dilfs, what a slut." the more he looked through the fics you wrote of older men and what you wanted them to do to you the more his pants were becoming a tent. Joel moved up to the headboard, got comfortable and slipped his hand down his pants.
Half an hour later...
Joel was still on your bed, with his hand around the bars of the headboard. Gripping tightly, knuckles turning white flushed face growls and groans escaped his throat. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but that dirty mind of yours has got him to where he is now grabbing the headboard bars and the other hand down his kelvin Kleins. Joel was so close to his high but heard the downstairs door open, quickly getting his hand out his pants, putting the laptop on home screen and rushing to the bathroom he washed his hands, sorted himself out and came out the bathroom to go downstairs to get his coffee and cupcake.
Joel and you were sitting at the table opposite each other enjoying iced cold brew and tasty treat to go with it, but in mind he was thinking of a different kind of treat that glistening honeypot between those thick thighs of yours. Side eyeing you he was still surprised by what you wrote about men who were over 15+ years older than you, you seemed so innocent like an angel to him, but he guesses he doesn't know you at all. As time went on you both were sat on the couch wrapped in a blanket watching tv.
As a commercial came on Joel looked at you, clearing his throat ready to ask you a question "Can I um- ask you something?" looking at his beautiful brown eyes that you've always loved "sure" you said. Turning his body to imitate yours, he looked up at the ceiling then back to you "so when I was on your laptop to find something out, I came across this tab that was already opened and clicked on it" Looking at him, face white, eyes widened. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed. "Oh god, you didn't read those fics did you?" Joel scratched the back of his head looking up.
Getting up from the couch and rushing upstairs to your bedroom, grabbing your laptop and opening it, your heart racing and sweat dripping down your neck, hand shaking you clicked on Tumblr and could see he had looked at your fics. Joel grabbed you from behind, a squeal escaped your mouth. "it's okay bunny, it's only daddy." a whine left your throat. His breath was on your neck biting your ear making you grind up against him. Taking the laptop from your hands putting it on desk beside your bed, he pushed you onto the mattress.
His chest to your back, a hand wrapped around your throat from behind, his lips to your ear. "Daddy will be extremely careful with you little one, unless you say otherwise". Knees on the floor, Joel hiked up your skirt. grabbing your panties, sliding them down he inhaled the sweet scent. "Damn baby, you smell good, now let's see if you taste like it".
Grabbing your thighs from behind he slipped his warm tongue inside, a moan left your throat. Growling into your honeypot a whine left your lips. "Fuck, I could spend hours between your legs, so warm and sweet." as your legs started to shake, he knew you were close. "Come on baby, cum all over my fucking face" he said aggressively. The words made goosebumps crawl over your skin, a hand spanked your ass hard, making you come undone all over his pretty face.
"Well done baby."
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pairing: stepdad!joel miller x f!reader
word count: 5.8k
summary: part three of bad girl. you decide to go out on a tinder date. joel gets jealous.
warnings: joel is an asshole, stepcest, infidelity, oral sex, somnophilia (mentioned) unsafe piv, creampie, dirty talk, fingering, daddy kink, age difference (reader is late 20s, joel is mid-40s), a bit of dom/sub vibes, smidge of role reversal (really just two stubborn people being stubborn), multiple orgasms, romance almost????, joel is sad and lost and possibly in love but mainly just wants to be wanted (but is bad at talking about real things), maybe not edited as much as it ought to be--pls tell me if there are any glaring issues you notice
a/n: finally finally actually got this finished weeks after i was certain i'd be posting. thanks to @livingdeadmaria for the jealousy angle. kinda gets away from itself, but i hope very much that you enjoy. i can't begin to express how much i appreciate your thoughtful messages and comments and interactions 💕
these past few weeks had gone by in a blur and you're hyperaware of how quickly the time is passing. joel had been taking good care of you, fucking you pretty much any time your mom was out of the house, and a couple times when she wasn't.
after casually mentioning how you'd love for him to make you feel good every minute of the day, he had laughed.
"doubt you'd want me makin' ya feel good if you're not even awake to enjoy it," he'd said.
"are you kidding me? waking up to you playing with me sounds like a dream," you told him, and he stilled, swallowing deeply.
your mom would pass out heavily after a night of drinking, and when her snores started in earnest, joel would sneak into your room, lock the door, and wake you up by dragging a palm over your tits, pinching at your nipples, rubbing a finger along your pussy, all the while telling you how good you're doin', that you taste so fuckin' sweet, god you're a fuckin angel when you're sleepin', and the one that you heard him say right as you woke up with his fingers deep in your cunt and a hand on your breast, already all worked up, and you came instantly; "you'd better hush that goddamn mouth or i'll hush it for you, baby, you gotta be quiet for daddy or your momma might wake up and then daddy won't be able to make you feel good like this-"
so no, you weren't unsatisfied with your sex life. in fact, you were more than satisfied.
it scared the hell out of you.
you were waiting, you realised, for shit to hit the fan. for joel to get bored with you. to get too busy. to come to his senses.
and, after all, the summer would be over soon, and you'll be back to your usual life. getting absolutely railed by your stepdad didn't exactly seem like something that was sustainable, long-term.
the two of you had never defined this, but you decided you needed a palate cleanser. something that'd catapult you back into the real world. if you ended up with a disappointing hookup, so be it. most hookups were, and the pornographically cinematic sex you were having with joel couldn't last forever. hell, you expected him to file for divorce any day now, and the likelihood of having any kind of relationship after he'd gone for good seemed very low indeed.
and so you decided that it was unhealthy to focus on only one person, especially when monogamy had never suited you, and the one person just so happened to be your stepdad.
you'd never deleted tinder but you couldn't remember the last time you'd opened the app. at this point, you'd convinced yourself you kept it because you thought of it as a kind of sociological study -- you endured because it meant you got to examine the extremes of human behavior and it was absolutely fucking fascinating.
so you scrolled aimlessly, appreciating the change in the pool of people that was your hometown, but quickly cursing yourself when you saw that a former student teacher of yours had just super liked you. horrifying.
you stared at your phone screen--swiping left on almost everyone, adjusting your filters to include ages 25-50, and feeling wholeheartedly disappointed at what tinder had to offer--until one face popped up. you'd almost swiped left by default, but stopped yourself just in time.
it's your old high school boyfriend, connor. not your first. not your last. but the most serious you'd had throughout high school, and definitively one of the best sexual experiences you'd had before your twenties. you'd ended things on good terms before you each went off to college.
his entire profile, you decide, is an assortment of green flags containing exactly what you need; looking for short term fun. social drinker and 420 friendly.
he's got a couple of goofy pictures, but he's aged well in the past decade, and you'd be down to find out if he's as good a lay as you remember. no possibility of falling in love; you're both only in town for the summer, nor are you looking for anything long-term. and, you add on to your mental list of reasons, he was never a creep, nor a murderer, and though that's a very low bar it's still nice to clear it. you can work with this. you swipe right and it's a match!
your mom has a girls weekend planned that you think might actually involve her and her friends, and joel told you he'll be out all weekend for his brother's bachelor party, so that's when you decide to set your date. it's nice to have the option to bring a guy back home and not have to worry about any awkward situations.
it's a friday night and you are all dolled up. your dress is tight, your tits look amazing, and the bar is lively. tonight is clearly the night to be out. there's a celebration going on in the corner with an incredibly drunk birthday girl scream-singing along to the music. pool tables packed. a group of men loudly complaining about the friend they're waiting for who's always late.
it doesn't take you long to spot connor. he's there, looking surprisingly good, leaning against the bar. a flash of dazzling white greets you when he catches your eye, grinning.
"hey," connor calls over to you, "it's been a minute! you look great!"
he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and looks you up and down, eyes sweeping over the spill of your cleavage and cinch of your curves. you know you look good, and he knows it too.
"wasn't sure if this was still your drink," he tells you, passing you a mojito, "but this is for you."
"i can't believe you remembered!" you tell him--mojitos used to be your favorite-- "i usually go for something less sweet these days, but i still love em. thank you."
you take a sip and watch as he takes a big gulp of his beer. the condensation on the bottle drips down his thumb, a drop of moisture hanging on for a moment before falling. his arms are nicer than you remember, veins drawn in beautiful patterns, muscles tensing at seemingly the slightest movement.
yeah, you could fuck him.
he offers you a questioning half smile and you realise you've really just been staring at him, not sure how long for. "didn't realise how hot you'd gotten," you tell him, and he cracks up. any uncomfortable tension dissolves, and you relax into it. you're almost able to forget about joel miller.
you're having a great night. one drink turns to three and before you know it, you're on the dance floor, enjoying the sensation of connor's hands all over you--holding your waist, brushing your cheek, groping at your ass as you grind together, both of you hot and sweaty and feeling wonderful. you turn your face to connor and kiss him, hot and passionate, running your tongue along his perfect teeth. it's... nice. he lets out a little whimper, which you like, but where joel would've leaned in deeper, cupped your face, tangled his hands in your hair and growled into your mouth in response, connor pulls back and practically giggles. "you're so sexy, baby," he says, and that's all fine and good, but it's not as exciting as you'd hoped. it just feels bland.
but you've made the effort to come out, and you're not gonna give up just yet.
you kiss him again, trying to will a bit of passion into the exchange, but all of a sudden he's shoved aside by some asshole barrelling past and he's nearly knocked over.
"hey what the fuck!" connor shouts, and the person who shoved into him stops. turns to you both.
before you see his face, you know it's him. broad shoulders and a muscled back. patchy beard. great forearms. and his jaw is set in the most beautiful scowl you've ever seen.
"joel-" you gasp.
this wasn't part of the plan. why the fuck is he here?
then you notice the group of somewhat rowdy men in the corner, right in the direction he was heading. one of them calls over in his direction, and he holds up a finger before turning back to you.
this must be his brother's bachelor party.
connor looks between the two of you. "you know this guy?" he asks, and you nod. he turns to joel. "you need to watch where you're walking, man."
a muscle in joel's clenched jaw ticks as he stares him down, and connor takes a tiny step back.
"connor," you say, "this is, uh, this is joel. my stepdad. joel, this is connor."
"oh," connor says, "well, just be more careful next time. nice to meet you, man. joel."
he extends a hand, which joel blatantly ignores as he fixes you with a gaze.
"best be gettin' home, sweetheart," he says, tone colder than you've ever heard it before. you swear you can see a vein in his forehead pulsing. "it's getting late."
you raise your eyebrows. is he... mad? and if so, is this the best he can do? "joel, it's a friday night. i'm having a good time, and i'm gonna keep having a good time."
he stares you down.
"that alright?" you ask, a challenge.
he grits his teeth again and nods sharply, hissing out a fine, throwing one last glare at connor before he walks away rigidly.
connor frowns at you and you shrug, but you glance over at joel, watching him retreat.
now that you know he's here, at this bar, it's almost impossible not to keep looking over at him.
he looks strangely awkward over there, like he's trying to appear relaxed but is following a relaxation guide written by aliens. he's rigid. uncomfortable. a man clasps him on the shoulder (his brother?) and doubles over in a laugh, which he seems to join half-heartedly. you can see how he's holding his beer with a white-knuckled grasp. his shoulders have relaxed a little, but in a way that looks intentional. you're not sure if anyone else would notice, but you've watched joel a lot these past few weeks. you can see it. you don't know what that means.
as connor tells you all about his work, you catch joel looking at you, too. there are a few times your eyes meet and something would flash between you. if connor noticed that you were distracted, he didn't show it.
you're a few more drinks in, loose and warm, getting quite cosy, when connor's phone starts to buzz. he glances the name on the caller id and his eyes go wide. "i'm so sorry," he tells you, points at his phone, "a friend of mine's going through a hard time--i need to get this. excuse me a minute?"
"of course!" you tell him, and watch him head outside for some quiet.
it takes less than two minutes before you feel joel sidle up beside you. you know it's him before you even turn to look.
"hi, joel," you say, and he grunts in response.
you're silent for a moment.
"so," you try again, "you wanna tell me why you look like you've been chewing a lemon?"
he frowns. "huh?"
"sour," you supply.
he rolls his eyes.
"don't like seein ya with that boy."
"oh really?" you ask, "and how is that any of your business? has he offended you in some way?"
he shrugs. "just don't like it."
"i'm gonna try again, joel. what's your fuckin problem?"
he huffs out a breath. "a fuckin' kid like that's just tryin' to get his dick wet."
"i should hope so," you scoff, "that's kinda the point."
"seriously?" his voice drops to a lower register, "am i not takin' good enough care of you?"
"no, joel, it's not-"
he cuts you off, "hush, girl-" and despite the quiet of his words, now you notice the slight slur to them. "cos how i remember it," he tells you, "just a day ago you were cryin' my name, ridin' my cock."
you feel your face heat, but he keeps going- "would you let that boy fuck you raw? huh?" he doesn't even give you a chance to respond. "guess you really do take after your momma, huh? mother's a whore and her daughter is too."
"fuck you joel-"
"worst mistake of my fuckin' life getting mixed up with all this shit- with you-"
rage surges through you, shoving aside any embarrassment you felt earlier, and before you can stop yourself, you slap joel across the face.
the impact breaks something that's been building and you both reel back, deflated. you stare at each other for a moment in shock and silence. the place your hand made contact with him starts to bloom blotchy red.
joel rubs his jaw with his palm and winces. "okay, i deserved that," he huffs.
you soften just a little, "you did deserve that."
"i shouldn't be talkin' to ya like that," he groans, chastened, "not your fault. i've had too much to drink, i think. gonna stick with water the rest of the night."
"can we call a truce for tonight?" you ask. connor could be back any moment now and you aren't gonna do any of this in front of him. but as unreasonable as joel's being, you don't wanna hurt him. your anger has all but dissolved and you just want peace.
"sure," he says, "truce."
you smile, half-hearted.
"so, big bachelor party, huh?" you ask, nodding at his group still in the corner.
"hah," he breathes, "yeah. can't believe my little brother's gettin' married."
"which one is he?"
joel points. "over there. the one in th' button-down, currently double fistin' his beer."
you roll your eyes. "no wonder you're so fucked up. must run in the family," you say pointedly, and he knows he's not off the hook for his earlier jibe.
a pause.
"so, who is this guy?" he asks, and he notices you tense. "no, no, i'm not gonna- be more of an asshole."
"good."
"so?"
"his name is connor. we dated back in high school. just seemed like a safe option for a hookup. no strings, any of that."
joel hums. grimaces. "seems a bit young for you, hmm? you seem to like your men old and grey, not bright eyed and bushy tailed."
you snort and roll your eyes, "oh, fuck off."
the moment falls between you.
"look, joel. i don't know what- this is between us." you gesture between the two of you, "like, it's not... sustainable. i know that. you're married to my fuckin' mom, and that's not even touching our age gap."
he sighs. "yeah. i know."
"so, what is it you want? from me? from this?"
he huffs out a breath. "truth is, i don't know," he admits.
"well, you sure as fuck had better figure it out
"he finds out his wife's cheating on him, he fucks her daughter-"
"hey, don' say it like that-"
"-and then gets jealous at the thought of her daughter fucking someone else."
"hey now-"
"am i wrong?"
silence. an awkward cough.
"no," he concedes, "you're not wrong. and i don't know what this is, but i do know what i want."
"and what's that?"
"you."
you stare at one another. he leans towards you, his voice gravelly, barely above a whisper.
"i want you to forget all about that boy. i wanna make you feel good, as much as i can for as long as i can. i wanna make you come on my tongue, and my fingers, and my cock. i wanna hear you scream my name-"
your breath hitches and you can almost taste the whiskey on his warm breath as it tickles your cheek. joel's hand is gripping your arm now and the grip is a comfort.
of course, that's the exact moment connor reappears.
"hey, there, sorry it took so long! really glad i picked up-"
you and joel pull back, and mostly manage to pull off looking casually friendly, but connor misreads it entirely and looks between the two of you.
and then he turns on joel.
"get off her ass, old man," he hisses, "she's an adult, and you're not even her dad! she can stay out if she wants to!"
joel stares at him, wide-eyed, startled as hell, and you do your best to stifle a laugh at the idea of joel being your actual dad. yikes.
"it's okay babe," you reach out to connor, patting his arm to soothe him. "joel and i were just catching up. is your friend okay?"
his eyes dart between you before he tries to catch up. recalibrate.
"uh, yeah-" he says, "yeah he was having a hard time but i think he's doing better now."
another glance to joel. back to you.
"so, uh-" he ventures, tentative, "do you wanna get out of here?"
if it hadn't been for joel turning up at this bar, you'd say yes in a heartbeat.
but you know for a damn fact that isn't gonna happen now.
"ah shit, connor, i'm sorry. i'm feeling a bit off tonight, and i think i should call it an early night."
"oh."
"i'm really sorry, it really was nice to see you."
connor sighs, nods, and then flashes you one last dazzling smile.
"you too," he says, and leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. "take care of yourself, yeah? and if you ever wanna meet up again, just let me know."
you nod and watch as he walks away.
it's only a moment later that you feel joel's hand snake around your waist and hold you close to him. it's familiar and lovely, the callouses that trace across your skin.
'i think," you tell him, "you should tell your group you're heading out soon."
he looks over at the group and one of them waves at him with a confused expression on his face.
"and then i want you to meet me in the bathroom. single stall at the end of the hallway. don't make me wait more than ten minutes."
joel's mouth goes very dry very quickly, and he nods almost too eagerly. his pupils are blown and you can't get enough of the bead of sweat that rolls from his temple.
"good boy," you tell him and he gulps. turns away from you and back to his group.
you walk towards the bathrooms and catch his gaze and a brief nod as you walk by him.
you feel exhilarated. goosebumps prickle up and down your arms and your stomach flips in an excited swoop. you've inadvertently just swapped roles. you didn't tend to take the lead, at least not in this way. if anything, you tended to beg, please daddy, please fuck me.
after you close the bathroom door behind you, you take a moment to collect yourself. you adjust your hair, smooth out your dress, and wait.
a few minutes pass, and then--a knock at the door. three gentle raps; a rhythm you know so well.
you open the door, grab him by the collar, and pull him in.
he practically squeaks as he's pulled through, but then you're pressing him against the door and he melts under you. he lets out a long, throaty groan as your tongue drags along his jaw, your hands slapping his out of the way as you undo the buttons of his shirt and rake your nails down his chest.
"gonna put your money where your mouth is?" you ask. his brow furrows. "gonna make me feel good, daddy?"
"yes-" he moans and devours your mouth in a kiss. pulls away, breathless, "what do you want, baby, tell me--"
"mouth. and fingers."
"god yes-"
before you have a moment to react, he hikes the skirt of your dress up and backs you up against the sink. "get on up, baby," he says, and you do, hopping up onto the sink with your skirt around your waist and your panties on full display, damp and translucent with your slick. you lean back against the mirror and joel grabs at your thighs, spreading them wider apart.
when he sees how wet you are, he lets out a strangled moan. "jesus christ, honey-" he says, and drags his forefinger along your slit, through your panties, "you're gonna fuckin' kill me."
then he looks at you with those dark, beautiful eyes. searches your face. then drops to his knees.
he starts by mouthing against your panties, just his lips at first, but then he starts to lick and suck at you, sucking your slick from the fabric.
"cute panties," he tells you, and then he's got his fingers hooked on the waistband and pulls them down and off you, helping to lift your hips.
then, when they're off, he wraps them around his hand, buries his nose into his fist and inhales deeply.
"fucking hell, joel-" you breathe, and he turns a little pink, grinning sheepishly. fuckin' joel miller sniffing your panties. how is it that that's the hottest thing you've ever seen?
he doesn't liger too long, though. before you know it, his big hands are grabbing at your thighs again, holding you open. then he's tracing a fingertip along your cunt. prodding in, just a little. pushing your folds open and looking at how messy you already are. sloppily scissoring his fingers, opening you up
"needy little thing, huh?" joel asks and you nod.
leaving his fingers inside, he pulls the hood of your clit back with his thumb and leans in to kitten lick it. it leaves you writhing, but the grip of his other hand on your thigh helps keep you in place. he pulls back, just a little, and spits on your pussy. rubs it in with the thumb, giving you the most lovely pressure, extra slick exactly where you need it.
pumps gently, leaning back in to start licking you in earnest. after a few lazy pumps, he hooks his fingers in you and starts pressing into you with more speed, more urgency.
he pulls back for only a moment and you can see that his moustache and his bottom lip are glistening with your slick. he opens his mouth to praise you, telling you those perfect sounds you're makin' are drivin' me crazy, honey, love how you let daddy know just how good he's makin ya feel, that's it, don't hold back-
and suddenly you're coming.
despite the dullness from the alcohol, and the fact that you're propped up on a sink and just realising your back is smashed up against an uncomfortable knobby faucet--despite all that--waves of pleasure surge through you, hot and bright at your core, flowing across your entire body as you ride his fingers, practically sobbing his name.
your hips rock back up, forcing his fingers deeper into you, and he holds you tight as you ride it through.
for a moment, your vision is replaced with a million little black dots, but then the haze clears and you see joel kneeling in front of you, one hand with stilled fingers still inside you, the other, grasping your hip and holding on gently but firmly.
it takes you longer than you expected to come down from it, but after a few minutes you've gathered yourself.
joel's no longer fingering you, instead rubbing soothing circles to a sensitive bit right at the inside of your thigh. he's telling you lovely things, and you bask in the sensation of his closeness.. you notice his fingers feel funny, but you let out a giggle when you realise they're pruney from being inside you.
he notices what you're looking at and snorts. then thinks for a moment. decides.
"you got any plans tonight?" joel asks you.
"just connor," you laugh, and joel glowers, unimpressed.
"but no, this was much better. and i have no other plans tonight. got something in mind?"
he nods, and suddenly looks almost bashful. "i've got a hotel room. technically part of the bachelor party, but my room's at the opposite end of the hallway from the rest of the party."
you grin.
"i know-" he starts, "i know we hardly ever have a chance to sleep in a bed together. but this could be a chance. if you want?"
for the second time this evening, you grab him by the collar and pull him in for a kiss.
the hotel is really only ten minutes away, but it feels like about five million hours.
you're trying not to look recently fucked, and joel's trying not to let his enormous hard-on look visible through his jeans.
you both sit rigidly in the back seat of the cab. neither of you know if you're being too cautious, or not cautious enough, but you both want to keep whatever you're doing between just the two of you.
despite the distance, though, you can still feel the tug between you. you could cut the tension with a knife. it's only when you arrive at your destination do you feel like you can breathe again. you don't know how, but you know joel feels it too.
there was always the risk that joel's brother could, potentially, run into them in the elevator.
so, all things considered, it was a really, really stupid idea to fool around on the elevator ride to the tenth floor.
"think they have cameras in here?" you ask, and joel snorts.
"if they do, they'll be getting quite a show, huh baby?"
"yes daddy," you agree, and joel groans at your words, closing his eyes, his head tilting back to rest against the cool metal wall behind him. he feels you undo his zipper, unfastens his belt and the button of his jeans. then the wet warmth of your mouth is wrapped against the head of his cock and his groan turns into a shudder of absolute pleasure.
his pants are still up at his hips, cock hanging out impressively. you drag your nails along his thighs all the same, providing enough pressure so he doesn't lose sensation through the fabric.
his hands are tangled up in your hair as you pull his hips towards you, encouraging him to fuck your throat. he's getting frantic, when the elevator suddenly dings!
you break apart instantly and for a moment your stomach flips as you're certain someone else is about to walk into the elevator, but then you realise you've arrived at your floor.
joel composes himself, slicks his sweaty hair back and pulls his pants back up, pretending to ignore the enormous hard-on straining against the fabric.
"this way," he tells you, and you follow him.
any initial reversal of your usual roles becomes a rhythm of give and take. you're barely through the door before joel's grabbing at the hem of your dress and pulling it up and over your shoulders. unhooks your bra and tosses it to the floor.
he stands there and stares at you for a moment, mapping out every curve, every angle, every stretch mark. you're completely bare for him, your panties still in his pocket.
then he's on you, hands gripping your waist, your jaw, stroking over your breasts, fingers dragging over your bellybutton, cupping your pussy-- the sensation is overwhelming, almost too much. if someone told you he'd grown extra hands, you'd believe them; his touch is all over you.
"you feel so good baby," he tells you as his hands slide down to grab at your ass, "you sweet thing-"
you work at unbuttoning his shirt, shoving it off his arms. you pull off his belt, too, which he never rebuckled. shuck his pants down, drop to your knees.
but then he pulls you back up. "uh-uh," he shakes his head, "get on this bed right now for daddy. i wanna taste you while you taste me."
you scoot back onto the bed and lay down, your head near the pillows. joel walks around the bed and kisses you once more, deeply, and then he yanks off his socks and straddles your face.
"this okay baby?" he asks. his cock is thick and heavy and hanging against your cheek.
"yes, daddy-" you tell him, and move to take a tentative lick of his swollen head.
"good girl," he groans and stretches out. you grab his cock with one hand, gripping onto his hip with the other. you guide his cock in your mouth, relaxing and opening your throat just how you need to for this angle. the salty tang is perfect, and you can feel his body tremble.
then you can feel his breath on your abdomen as he trails kisses down and down and down and then his lips meet yours, his hands grip your ass, and he's pointed his tongue in the most delicious way as it flicks over your clit and then inside you. you're doing your best to stay focused on sucking his cock--you know he hasn't gotten off once yet tonight--but the sensation starts to build and build and build and it's all you can do to at least keep your throat open for him to fuck into as he brings you towards another climax.
he holds onto you as you come, as if any distance would cause you to disintegrate. you ride his tongue, dazed by the sensation, the brush of his beard, the way he's gotten loud and feral as he licks up the slick of your release. your thighs are wet, both from your own arousal and his spit, and as you come back to yourself, you know you need him to fuck you.
"joel-," you say, and he ignores you, continuing to lick at you.
"joel, please-," you beg, "need your cock so bad. need you to fuck me, to fill me up-"
he pulls back, "try again," and then dives in again.
"daddy, please!", you cry, and it comes out almost as a shout.m
"there's my good girl," he tells you, and swings his leg back over you so he's no longer straddling your face. he holds his dick and slaps it a few times on your cheek. "need this cock filling you up?"
"yes."
"better beg for it, baby girl."
you fucking love when he makes you beg, but you hate it too. he walks around the bed and then kneels on the foot of it. hooks his hands under your knees and pulls you towards him.
"need it, daddy. use this pussy, use me, please-" your begging has turned to whining, and joel's eyes are blown black, hard and beautiful as he looks at you.
"fill me up with your cum, take your pleasure from me, daddy, let me be so good for you."
in a single fluid motion, he yanks your knees up onto his shoulders and fucks into you in with a single long thrust.
you scream out, it's so much and so good.
"such a good girl, huh?" he asks you, cupping your jaw as he pounds into you. it's not soft, not languid, not gentle. he sets a brutal pace, his hips stuttering, cock ramming into you again and again and again. "sweet little toy for me to use, aren't you baby? keep that pussy open wide for your daddy, huh? so wet for me, you just wanna make daddy feel good, don'tcha?"
the sensation is too much, his coarse hair grinding against your clit as he fucks so deeply into you, sending sparks flying through you at the thought of it. he presses a palm into your belly, just below your navel, and the pleasure increases beautifully.
you've lost the ability to form coherent sentences, just "yes, yes, yes, so good daddy, so fucking deep, you're so big, such a big fuckin' cock, fuck!"
his moans have turned into strangled grunts, all his focus on getting himself off in you. you adjust your hips just a little and the angle allows him to press in just that little bit deeper.
"you love feeling me in here, don't ya?" he asks, pressing his fingers harder into your belly, pulling a moan from you you weren't expecting. his eyes flicker back to your face and his eyes crinkle, "takin' daddy's cock so nice."
then he moves his fingers back down to play with your clit again.
"gettin' close, baby," he tells you, "but i need just one more from ya. can you do that, pretty girl? come one more time on daddy's dick?"
you whine and writhe but you know you can--it's already building--and you tell him so.
"that's my good girl," he praises, his fingertips slick and teasing as he coaxes another orgasm out of you.
it hits you like a freight train, and suddenly you're spasming around him, sucking his cock almost deeper inside you, exploding with waves and waves of pleasure. you scream, and he lets out a strangled cry before he spills inside you.
it takes a few minutes before either of you move again. he pulls himself out gingerly, and you wince at the lack of fullness.
"took it so nice, baby," he tells you, and cupping a soothing hand over your pussy, being careful to avoid your clit or anything too sensitive. he pulls his hand away and looks at the mess on it, your come mixed together and dripping out of you. "so good for me."
then he kisses you, gentle, sweet and deep.
he runs a shower for the both of you and scrubs you both clean. it's possibly the most tender moment you've had with him, as he tucks a wet lock of your hair back, kissing you again as his softened cock presses against you and you let yourself savour the sensation of your bodies inhabiting the same space.
joel sorts through the linens and changes the sheets before you go to bed. it's unnecessary and oddly thoughtful, something you didn't really expect.
he wraps his arm around you, pulling you close as you snuggle in together. you can feel your eyelids growing heavy, but joel brings you back to him before you can drift off properly.
"you asked what this is between us. what i wanted."
you stay silent, waiting for him to continue.
"i-" he falters, "i still don't know. but i know that i care for you."
"joel-"
"and i know there's no place i'd rather be right now."
you let that sit for a moment. then turn and kiss him.
"go to sleep, joel."
"okay, pretty lady."
he pulls you close and you drift off in his arms.
#joel miller smut#tlou#joel miller x you#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller x f!reader#tlou fic#joel miller x reader#stepdad!joel
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i usually Do Not like the stepdad trope but i never knew stepdad!joel was something i needed,, i need corruption kink/dumbification kink stepdad!joel
stepdad!joel humiliating you in front of his big boy friends when you step out in your tiny lil pajama set to bring them a couple of beers. some whistle, the others stay quiet and laugh to themselves. you were a beaut, there was no doubt about it. his friends wished they could have a piece of you, just for one night, and joel knew that would never happen. not on his watch. maybe he’ll let them take a peek, just this once. “c’mere, sweetheart’.” you hear him call out for you from a few feet away as his fingers signalled you to step closer. smiling, you walk over with an opened bottle of beer in hand, ready to serve the others. “hi, joel,” you feel his hand snake around your waist, pulling you right on his lap.
“how’s my darlin’ girl?” he asks you, taking the bottle from your hands. “lookin’ pretty today,” he continues, taking a swig of his beer, “daddy’s buddies even think so.” you glance shyly at the men sitting around the bonfire, waving at them with warm cheeks. no one had ever complimented you the way joel does, he tends to sound extra… sweet? made you feel all blushy and bubbly inside. “t-they do?” you stutter out, “thank you..” their eyes are hot against your skin, as if they’re peeling your clothes off. they looked ready to devour you whole.
“mhmm… pink looks great on you, princess.” he says, flipping your skirt up to show the other men. you gasp at his words, forcing your skirt back down in an instant. the group tucked their chairs in closer to try to get a better view, almost salivating at the tiniest showing of lace. “j-joel, what are you doing?” you try to cross your legs, only for him to spread them back open with his hands, slipping one down to cup your cunt. “feel you achin’ down there, sweetheart. let daddy and his friends take care of you, okay? mama doesn’t need to know about our fun, hm?”
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stepdaddy finale snippet
i have been listening to non-stop partynextdoor and im hoping ill have this up over the weekend ???
cw: stepcest smut cheating
You wrap your hands around his neck and try to pull him closer, and although he only budges by what must be a single inch, already close enough, you lick across his bottom lip, then take it between your teeth and give it a quick bite, pulling it taut while you draw back, then release it and look at him. “One who wants to fuck her stepdad,” you breathe, “Who touches herself while thinking about swallowing his come… A girl whose stepdaddy has a huge cock and who doesn’t give a fuck that he’s married cause she makes him so horny he can’t think.”
Jesus, he mutters, then pulls out of you in a hurry and flips you onto all fours, grabbing your hips and yanking you back, taking a split second to line himself up with your fucked out hole and push himself all the way in, far enough for you to yelp and grab the couch cushion before settling your arms and cheek onto it, letting him fuck you how he wants.
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Stepdad!Joel x f reader. (by stepdad)
"hey, I think we have just enough time to secretly fuck before the event," you tell the man who's technically your stepdad but it's not that creepy since you're in your 20s and don't live at home except during the holidays and their marriage is dead.
"that's great news, sweetheart. Wanna sit on my dick?"
"of course I would." You straddle him and slide down his beautiful cock. "Ohh Joel, this pussy is yours, all yours, I'm never gonna look at another man again," you say. You ride up and down his cock saying, "it's all yours Joel, I prefer to never interact with another man in my life." You go up and down on his dick some more. "Also it was very manly when you used to cry. It showed you're secure in your masculinity and that you care about me."
"oh god, I'm about to cum," Joel says. "Are you ready for my totally normal, reasonable load in your pussy?"
"I'm cumming too," you nod. "I hope this perfect amount of cum doesn't dribble out of me during the event and remind me of you constantly."
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Stepdad!Joel moods 🥰🥰🥰
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I've thought about you drinking your own cum as a dare
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i need more stepdad!joel and stepdad!anikin in my life like fr
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1750 words, stepdad!Joel x f!reader
stepdad master
SUMMARY: Morning after your first time, you and Joel are still in bed and don't get out during this part. PWP CAN READ ALONE.
WARNINGS: I8+ stepcest, horny fluff, very connected, unsafe P in V, begging, massive creampie, swaddling, light pulling of Joel's hair, implied possible tears, avoiding real life.
A/N: yes app possibilities were limited for this one LOL also this one goes out to @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog .
Just as you're falling asleep, you hear Joel sniffling softly. "What's wrong," you whisper. You put your cheek against his and it's still damp.
"Nothing," he says. "Just feel lucky." He kisses you on your forehead then scoots up a little on the bed to nestle your head under his and hug you tighter. You don't say anything, just drift off in his arms.
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After just a few hours of sleep, you wake up with Joel’s muscular arms shifting around you. You’re both naked and you’re still facing each other on your sides. It's as if you barely moved since going to sleep. One arm is over you and the other is under your pillow, under your neck. He's holding you and hasn't let go. When you register the shape of his warm, hard cock pressed upright against your thigh, your clit twitches.
You’re not sure he’s awake. For a minute, you watch his face and listen to his breathing, fighting the urge to reach down and put him back inside you. You want to see how he acts before you make a move. You're afraid he’ll freak out once he remembers what the two of you have done.
Joel lets out a short, “Mm” and his cock jumps against you. You peek under the covers,and your breath hitches at the sight of his arousal, stiff and weeping. You close your eyes and brush your nose against his to wake him up. He sniffs at the contact, then sighs your name. Fingers spreading out, his hand on your back begins to roam and he hums a longer, more awake “Mmm,” as his hand slides down to your ass, then pulls you close against him. “Fuck,” he whispers into your cheek and kneads the plush of your butt cheek.
He thrusts against you and breathes, “That was everything.” He slowly grinds into you, sucking in a deep breath through his mouth. “Everything I wanted.” No regrets detected. Relief washes over you and happiness pulls at your tear ducts. Joel groans weakly as his cock ruts against you, impossibly stiff. He adds, “But now I just want more" and tightens his arm around you, pulling you closer. His dick twitches against your thigh and stiffens more.
"Me too" you sigh, and lean your forehead against his.
He takes in a deep breath. “Christ,” he exhales. “You felt like heaven.”
He shifts his hip so his hard cock unsticks from your thigh, then he pins it up against your mound and groans. Your elbow is hanging over his side and you’re tracing the muscles of his back.
You hook your knee over his ass, tilting your hips up so your dripping seam slides along his throbbing manhood. You want him inside you even more than you wanted him last night, if that's possible. Some foolish part of you thought you wouldn't ache quite as desperately for him once you had him.
“God damn, I want you,” he breathes, then his voice becomes more gruff. “Want you all for me.” He rubs up against you and your body needs him in you, so bad. "Need you, baby," he whispers with another thrust against you. "Need to have you."
He shifts his hips and his cock finds your entrance. Your cunt catches his tip with a tilt of your hips and you gasp at the first prod of his swollen tip into your ample wetness. You pull your face back just enough to look at him, with his cock-head just inside you. His eyes are a little watery, still sleepy, a bit puffy from last night. His pupils are blown wide. He reads your face, looks at your mouth, , then his eyelids slowly fall and his face drifts toward yours. Your lips connect softly as he pushes his cock in your needy warmth.
His shaft slides into you snugly, and he uses his grip on your ass to bottom out with an “Mmm” into your mouth. He stays there, all the way inside you, just like the night before. He groans like he couldn’t bear to take even an inch of himself out of you. You would love to wake up like this every day.
“I could just live here,” he says hoarsely, and your heart jumps.
“Here?” you ask softly.
“Your body,” he whispers and the words rush through your blood, puckering your nipples, wrapping your leg tighter around him, squeezing his cock with your walls. You use your leg to pull yourself tighter against him, wanting as much of him as you can have. You kiss him, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He takes it hungrily, sucking it in, feeding your mouth his own tongue. He draws back his cock, then plunges to the hilt with a grunt and stays all the way inside again. He latches onto your neck and sucks. Still sucking your neck, he moves his cock in short pulses. He wants to be all the way inside. He wants to live there. But his hips can't help but move.
His lips release the delicate skin of your neck and he murmurs, "Nowhere I’d rather be." His cock slowly retreats then slides all the way in again with a sigh. The next time, he doesn’t hesitate as much. The pursuit of friction, the need to feel every ridge of your cunt massaging his shaft overtakes the need to occupy every inch of your body. The arm under you flexes as that hand comes to your hair. He cradles your head.
His hips settle into a slow rhythm, with his thrusts smooth and powerful. He savors every inch of you every time, sighing as he bottoms out. He breathes heavily and grunts. “Fuck, baby.” He feels like a dream. This perfect cock feels like a dream. All his skin against yours. For a moment you pray it's not a dream – his showing up in the middle of the night, giving you what you wanted. Doing it again in the morning with no need to discuss.
He moans as your walls hug him with his every move inside you. "This is real, sweetheart," he musters as though reading your mind. "We're –ohhh–doin' this,” he says to himself. “Fuck, thank god,” he adds, leaving no room to wonder whether he thinks it's a good thing. His thrusts pick up power and his moans strengthen.
He breathes vocally, slowly burying his length in you with a hand on your ass, fingers pressed into your flesh. His fingers dig into you so desperately it might bruise. The way he moves tells you he's hell bent on keeping your bodies as close as possible. Tension is coming to a boil in your gut. He breathes louder, and his breath is hot against your cheek. He stays deep and grinds, making your clit twitch, grunting with every small push of his hips.
"C'mon, sweetheart," he growls in your ear. "Ohh, god."
Your hips grind into his and you moan, "J-Joel–ohhh, Joel, I'm–"
“C'mon, baby," he breathes. "need to fill you—ohhh–fill you up,” he pants. "Oh god I need to, baby—mmmgh"
The sound of it has your climax in reach. One more grind into him and you're there.
"Jo-ohhhh," you sigh as the tension snaps and pleasure washes over you. You spasm and jerk into him and can’t form words, you can only whine. You want it bad. You want his cum.
He pants, “Can I–uggghhh–can I do that, sweetheart?” His cock twitches as he bottoms out again then pulls back.
You fist his hair and moan as you pulse. “Joel,” you whine and begin to gush around his cock–"ohhh,” gently pulling his hair.
“Can,” he pants, “Can I come in-ohhhh–nngg inside,” he whines. "Please." You pull his head back and his eyes glisten.
You’re nodding and manage to sputter out, “Y–yeah,” then a sigh, "God, do it." You're so full of his cock already and you ache to feel him cum. You repeat, “do it, Joel,” more forcefully.
"God, yeah," he breathes, then his lips sloppily find yours. As his tongue gently breaches your mouth, he grabs your ass and slams into you with a guttural "Mmm" into your mouth. His other hand holds your head, pulling your face into his as his hips thrust him into you at just the right angle.
His cock throbs massively, pushing against your walls. In huge bursts, he releases an unfathomable load. He continues short, slow thrusts of his cock deep inside you. With a grunt and a burst of warmth every few seconds, it seems to last forever. It must be as much as he came last night. It feels like more with it inside you. It's dripping down his cock while he's still cumming. It’s already overflowing. He sighs your name with his last pulse.
He stays inside. He sighs your name again. "You feel like fuckin' heaven, (a pained sigh), I swear to God." You're full, you're spent. With his cum filling you all the way up and also coating your inner thighs, you fall back asleep.
You wake up to Joel's phone ringing. You don't even remember seeing his phone last night, but apparently it's on the floor. You pull your sticky thighs apart and begin to roll over to reach for his phone on the floor and he protests, "no," as his cock slides out of you. "Ugh," he sighs. He scoots toward you and pulls you back into a spoon, stopping you from reaching it. "Not worried about it," he sighs into your neck as it stops ringing.
He really doesn’t want this to ever end. Neither do you, or you’d be in the shower by now. You settle back into him spooning you, hugging you. Your skin is hot with feelings. Eventually, you fall back asleep.
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When you wake up again, Joel is still dead asleep, borderline snoring, but in a cute way, not obnoxious. Your phone is on the other side of the bed, but his arms have loosened enough that you're able to roll away and reach down to check his phone for the time. As you roll over, you can feel some of his cum trickling out of you.
You pick up his phone, turn on the screen, and see It's well after noon. The call was from Tommy. The lock screen is a picture of you, Joel, and your mom. But the photo is positioned on the screen in a way that only you and Joel are showing.
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My life is complete
Hell yeah, spending my time with stepdad!Joel.
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pairing: stepdad!joel miller x f!reader
word count: 1.4k
summary: part four of bad girl. you wake up with joel in his hotel room the next morning. you're interrupted.
warnings: joel is actually a fucking sweetheart, angst, stepcest, infidelity, unsafe piv, very slight somno, hand jobs, smut and then anxiety, a shocking lack of calling him daddy, age difference (reader is late 20s, joel is mid-40s), joel miller is born to be a little spoon, soft and gentle ???, idk this got a lil romantic, no one gets to nut
a/n: a direct continuation to bad girl pt 3. someone's gonna find out something. it's a short lil thing but i wanted to write it, and i really hope y'all enjoy 💕
you wake up with golden sunlight pooling through gauzy hotel curtains and it's so goddamn pretty you're not even mad you forgot to draw the blackout curtains.
at some point, you'd both rolled over in the night. now, you were the big spoon, and joel was drooling into his pillow, ass flush with your crotch, silver-streaked hair splayed every which way, occasionally fluttering lightly with his breathing.
you draw a hand gently down his chest, reaching down to rest at his waist. you love feeling his skin, mapping out constellations in the scars and freckles. love the softness of flesh around his navel, his happy trail, the rise and fall of his lungs as sleeps peacefully.
really, you'd only planned to rest a hand on his tummy for bit, but your hand is barely to his navel when you your pinkie runs into his exceptionally hard cock, caught leaking and hard in the waistband of his boxers. at that slightest bit of contact, joel automatically ruts up towards your and, and then his head is rubbing against the flat of your palm.
you're not sure if he's consciously or unconsciously grinding against you, and there's only one way to find out.
"you awake, joel?" you ask.
he grunts in response. "a little. just felt your hand on me. felt good."
"want me to keep going?"
"please-"
you press your palm into him, stroking down his entire length. you can feel his veins, even through his underwear, and his cock feels heavy and hot. he moans deeply and rolls his hips, cock pressing into your palm with even more pressure. you yank down the waistband of his boxers and let his cock spring free.
giving a few tentative strokes, you pump his length, brushing a thumb over his leaking head and smoothing the slick over him in gentle circles. you wrap your hand around him in a tight grip and he immediately starts fucking into your fist.
"feels so good, baby," he tells you, and you can tell he's more awake now than he was a minute ago, but he's still a little dreamy. almost more content than you've ever seen him.
"like making you feel good, joel," you say, and you feel a content grumble from his chest. he tilts his head back onto your shoulder and his limitless brown eyes look up into yours.
"such a fuckin' angel, honey, so fuckin' good to me, makin me feel so goddamn nice."
encouraged, you stroke his cock in longer, firmer, more languid strokes. you feel his thighs shudder, just a little, and that little shake along with his groan of "oh babyyyy-" and he's right on the edge, you know it.
but then he pushes your hand aside back. "wait," he says, and you deflate a little. he rolls over so he's facing you, and his cock is pressing between your bodies.
"i wanted to make you come," you tell him, a little put out, and it's so endearing he can't help but grin.
"well," he cups your cheek, "i wanna have a lazy morning here with you. i wanna fuck you slow. and i won't be able to fuck you the way i know you want if i come now. remember, i got an old man refractory period, 'specially when i'm a lil hungover."
you roll your eyes in concession, and he leans in to kiss you. you kiss him back, deep and honeyed. lazy in a way you never knew you could find comfort in. you hitch one leg above his hip, opening your core to him, and he groans when he feels your wetness glide against the head of his cock. you pull him in with the leg you wrapped around him and he presses in deep, both of you so aroused the action meets no resistance, is smooth and wet and slick.
he fucks you, slow and deep and with more tenderness than either of you knew he could muster, your hands tangled in his hair, his hands ghosting over every part of your body. he cups your breasts, feels the curve of your hip, the flesh of your ass, the softness of your thigh. it's intoxicating.
his phone buzzes, pulling you out of the moment. joel huffs and tosses the phone aside without looking at the number. it lands with a soft thunk towards the corner of the room.
"ignore that, baby," he tells you, "eyes on me, now, you only focus on me."
"yes, joel-"
you're staring into one another's eyes, and it's the kind of thing that if almost any of the people you'd hooked up tried to do, you'd either feel self conscious, or it'd feel silly and awkward. but with joel, it's a grounding force, holding you in place as he fucks into you, deeper and deeper. at one point, you realise he has his hand hooked under your knee and he's pulling you even tighter towards him. you feel the grind his hips against yours each time he bottoms out.
then his fucking phone buzzes again.
he hisses, and throws his phone a death glare from across the room, and then turns back to you.
"i'm sorry baby, it's fuckin annoying, but it ain't important."
"you sure?"
"you are the only thing i wanna do right now."
you press your forehead against his and snort. "okay, joel."
he picks his rhythm back up, and it's only moments before you're both writhing and moaning against each other, swept up in pure sensation.
"fuck-," you say as the the sensation builds and builds and builds. "i'm gonna come, joel, getting so close-"
he swipes his thumb against your clit, adding more delicious stimulation. you're right on the edge, and then-
thunk thunk thunk
heavy-fisted raps strike the hotel room door. you jump a little, pulled completely out of it, and joel curses and throws on a hotel robe.
"fuck," you say, suddenly terrified. "there's no way that's my mom, is there?"
he looks at you and shakes his head rapidly, but steps silently towards the peephole and peers out.
"god fucking dammit," he says, but his shoulders relax and he opens the door a crack.
"rise and shine, big brother," you hear the voice from the other side of the door. his brother. fuck. of course it's his brother, you're the one crashing in joel's hotel room when he's meant to be part of a bachelor party weekend. it's so fucking obvious now. and he sounds so cheerful, you'd be annoyed if you weren't revelling in how annoyed joel seemed.
"hey tommy," joel says, and he's holding the door ajar awkwardly as if to prevent "it's still early, right? thought we didn't have another event for a couple hours yet."
"we were gonna grab breakfast, remember?"
"ah, shit. nearly forgot about that! can you give me a half hour or so? not quite ready to go."
"sure," he shrugs, "i'll hang out while you get yourself together."
you're trying to stay out of the line of sight, so you don't see what's happening but you can guess.
joel says "noo," and there's some sort of thunk and then tommy laughs and says "you know, i thought you were being kinda weird."
"not being weird," joel says
"joel. be honest with me," tommy teases, "do you have a girl in there?"
you can picture the scowl that's almost definitely on joel's face right now with precision.
"ha, i knew it!" tommy smirks.
then you hear a small commotion, which sounds like tommy's pushing at the door and joel's pushing back against him and then they're pushing each other a little bit (you think? maybe? but it does feel very siblings of them) and then joel shouts "this ain't a fuckin' joke, tommy".
as you're still clearly very naked in his bed, you see tommy bound in and hold a hand out towards you, and say "hi, i'm tommy, i'm joel's brother."
and then he experiences some flicker of recognition and he turns to joel. "hey, don't she look like your wife's daughter?"
"jesus christ, tommy," joel says, hand cradling his forehead.
it's only a moment longer before it clicks. you know it, you know it, you-
"oh, shit," tommy says, eyes wide, darting rapidly between you and joel.
you shrug, trying to play it cool even though your stomach is sour and your heart is racing. there aren't exactly guidelines for this situation.
"fuck," joel sighs, perches on the bed next to you, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder. a silent you ok?
"well tommy," he exhales, "i guess you'd better sit down."
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Stepdad! Joel catching you masturbating while wearing his clothes? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 would be hot if he fucked you after the fact, his scent all over you and stuffing you with his fat cock that you crave so much
“joel… mm, need you..” him walking into your room with a glass of water just for it to shatter all over the floorboards when he realizes what he got himself into. “needa feel you.. your cock, please..” you were sprawled out on his bed, hand between your thighs trying to relieve your achy cunt. his large hoodie was loosely slipped onto you, barely covering over your bottom half but he could still catch a glimpse of your lace panties. he couldn’t keep himself together at the sight, his hand having a mind of its own; already grabbing at his bulge.
it didn’t take long for him to have your face pushed between the pillows and whining his name. he was certain your mama could hear you from downstairs but he didn’t care anymore, he needed you at this very moment. “let me see that pretty face, baby,” he mumbles, tightening his grip on your throat. he pulls your head closer to his, taking a good look at your face. your hair was all messy, lips swollen, and your cheeks were tear stained. he could stare at you all day. the same way he would fuck you all day. “there’s my beautiful girl.”
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As promised (since I'm late sorry 😭) Snippet 5 of ❤️🔥Violent Heart❤️🔥 aka stepdad!mechanic!convict!joel x afab!reader fic
I SWEAR I WROTE THIS BEFORE HE WORE THIS OUTFIT ON GOD I LITERALLY SPOKE IT INTO EXISTENCE YOU CAN THANK ME BELOW 👇
Warnings: Nothing crazy just joel admiration and dressing him up 😍
Context: Joel is Y/N's ex step-father. He just got out of prison for killing David and Y/N (age 20) takes Joel shopping for a new wardrobe.
HERE IS A LINK TO A MASTERLIST OF VIolent Heart STUFF TO TIDE YOU OVER
You take Joel shopping. At his insistence it is nothing fancy, just the local department store. That doesn’t stop you from dressing Joel up in ridiculous outfits of your choosing. You make him try on a hawaiian shirt, some golf polos like your dad liked to wear, a pinstripe suit and he lets you because saying no to you has never been in his vocabulary. He acts grumpy on the outside, but you can tell he is amused. You know in the end you’ll just end up buying every flannel shirt and jeans combo they have in the store, but it’s just fun anyway. You watch the fabric hug his torso, his tummy, the slight bulge at his waist. At one point he comes out shirtless and you try very hard not to swoon as you stare at the hair lining his chest and his adorable little tummy that you for some reason have the urge to bite. The band of his Hanes boxers sticks up past his jeans and he looks so good. He even lets out a genuine smile. The middle-aged sales attendant who is helping you even takes a good look at him which makes the butterflies inside you swarm possessively.
Finally you make him try on a proper white-collared button-down shirt and black dress pants with matching black shoes and he looks so good you’re actually at a loss for words when he asks you what you think. They hug the curves and lines and planes of his body so nicely. All you can do is ask him to put on a black tie to match and he does at your behest following some customary griping that he would never wear such a monkey suit in the first place. The effect that a fully dressed up Joel has on you is not one to be reckoned with. He might as well be wearing the mens version of lingerie for how it makes you throb and ache between your legs. He looks like a force of nature, commanding and tall. It makes you weak. All you say is,
“Looking good, old-timer.”
He snorts.
HERE IS A LINK TO A MASTERLIST OF VIolent Heart STUFF TO TIDE YOU OVER
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Daddy knows best
Pairing: Step-dad!Joel Miller x Step-daughter!reader
Summary: Joel has given you homework, and although you've never watched porn, one particular thing you see does pique your interest (this is part of a series but can be read alone)
Warnings: step-incest, manipulation, straight-out lying, hence, dub-con, Perv Joel, predatory behavior, very very naive and innocent reader |Smut| fingering, squirting, anal play, one lil pussy slap, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, allusion to oral sex (m), he takes a pic, and LOADS of daddy-kink (Joel is also meaner in this one)
This is a dark fic, so please for the love of god read the warnings and just scroll if you don't like what you see.
a/n: I am a very sick individual. dont read this. honestly. just dont
Pt. 1 - Pt. 2
"Hi daddy!" you smiled, shutting the door to your room to greet him at the entrance.
"hello sweetheart" he grinned at your excitement getting rid of his jacket and throwing it on the coat stand before his eyes traveled to you, and god was he thankful they did.
That tiny baby blue skirt he's bought you was a damn good investment, and your own touch of that little fucking white top was just as good.
There you were, on display for him, all for him... and you didn't even know.
"I like the outfit" he smirked, tilting his head to get a better look at your naked thighs, thighs he now knew from experience to be soft and just... perfect.
"thank you daddy" you giggled, smiling happily
"You know what you need to do sugar, go on" he gestured, his voice deep and almost strained at the thought of what was about to happen.
It had turned into a routine now, but his dick certainly never got used to it.
"of course" you nodded, obedient as ever, your hands going to the hem of your skirt and slowly, slowly bringing it up- up enough to show him your bare core.
Panties weren't allowed anymore.
He didn't know what it was, but there was just something about the fact that he had the power to make you do that, to make you show your whole naked pussy to him in the middle of the living room, in the way your eyes remained on him, patiently waiting for further instructions, pending from his every word, there was something about that that made him thank each existing god every single time.
He got his good look, and then with just a nod he'd made you cover yourself up again.
"good girl" he smiled, getting rid of his boots as you eagerly stalked closer to him.
"how's my favorite girl doing?" he asked, his voice sweet as he wrapped one arm around you, pushing you closer to him.
"good" you nodded "my exam went well today at school"
Your math exam, the same one he'd watched you study a whole week for, even "helping out" in his own way once or twice... a kiss down there for every right answer had become your new favorite study method.
"mhh, of course" he smirked, stroking your cheek "pretty and smart, now that's my girl"
You bit your lip at his words, that warm feeling traveling between your legs once again.
"a-and how did your day go?" you realized was your turn to ask once you got out of the trance his eyes made you spiral into every time.
"mh" he hummed, shutting his eyes for a moment as if to clear his mind of bad memories from his day "Not great sweetheart... but it would have been a hell of a lot worse if I didn't know I was getting you all to myself tonight"
Once again, heat shot to your cheeks at the flattery.
"you thought about me?"
"'f course I did" he spoke softly "couldn't stop thinkin' about all the ways I can help you out tonight"
"yeah?" your eyes widened, excitement piercing through your tone.
"oh yeah" he growled, kissing you as his hand squeezed one of your asscheeks.
You whimpered into his mouth, and he leaned away.
"did you do your homework sugar?"
"mh-mh" you nodded, "I didn't have a lot today, just English"
A chuckle rumbled deep from his chest
He did that often, smiling and laughing at something you said, and each time, you were left confused as to why.
"not those homework, babygirl"
The sound of a choked "oh" came out of your mouth, and that smug, predatory smile he always seemed to have around you persisted on his lips.
"y-yes" you said finally "yes I-I was doing them now"
"yeah?" he grinned, his fingers on your ass trailing lower and lower... and then lower, until his digits connected with your pussy- your wet, drenched pussy.
"I can feel it" he chuckled, his fingers sliding into you for no more than a second,
"daddy" you whimpered
"clean daddy's fingers" he shushed you, bringing the proof of your arousal to your lips, and watching you closely, as you obeyed his command.
It was salty, saltier than his come, you noticed, licking his fingers clean.
"you were in your room?"
you nodded
"let's go then"
__ __ __
Your room was the same as always, pink everywhere, filling every inch of the space, your curtains were drawn, but some light still soaked through them, and the lamp on your bedside did the rest.
You walked before him, as he had instructed, and when you both entered, he closed the door behind you.
You were moving to the bed where you'd left your laptop, when Joel's voice stopped you.
"What's that shirt doing on the floor?"
"oh I must have left it there when I changed" you explained, crouching down to pick it up
"not like that" He tutted "Bend down, keep your legs straight"
You frowned, but obeyed nonetheless, feeling cool air hit your core
"stay like that"
"w-why?"
"'cause daddy's gotta take a picture," he said, pulling out his phone and doing just that, a damn good view in front of him.
"w-why are you always taking pictures?"
he rolled his eyes at your need to question him.
"cause they help me keep track of how healthy you are" he lied through his teeth, walking to you until he could place one of his hands on each of your asscheeks, stroking lazily.
"for example, right now your pussy's very healthy" he drawled, one hand leaving your ass to land a quick slap to your core.
You jolted forward, gasping at the feeling.
It stung, but it also felt kinda... good
He chuckled softly again
"got it?"
"y-yes daddy" you gulped, as he helped you get up, groaning lowly at the feeling of your ass meeting his hard cock.
he turned you around, moving some hair out of your face.
"take off your top"
You did.
"now your skirt"
Again, you did,
remaining completely naked before him.
"good girl" he breathed, his index fingers traveling from the valley of your breasts to your navel, his eyes following suit "Now show me what you found" he nodded to the computer,
He sat on the bed, back against the headboard, and then placed you onto his lap.
He smiled at what he saw on your laptop.
"I-I went to the site you told me" you breathed, your voice no more than a whisper.
"so what do you think of porn?" he smirked
"I-I" Although you were naked, it felt a thousand degrees in that room, and his hands stoking your thighs and your nipples certainly weren't helping "I like... some of it"
"Which ones?"
"the ones that don't feel f-fake" you swallowed thickly
He just grinned
"and did you find a favorite one like I asked you?"
You bit your lip as you nodded, tapping on your computer to switch tabs
"this one"
It was an amateur one, not in hd, the camera not even straight, but the couple... you really liked them
"play it"
with a tap of your middle finger, soft moans started filling the room, as the man in the video started pleasuring the woman with his mouth, grabbing at every piece of her with his hands, as if he couldn't help it, as if he wanted to devour all of her.
You didn't even notice your hips starting to move on their own accord, trying to grind onto something- anything, as your thighs squeezed shut.
Joel chuckled behind you, his eyes not on the screen but on you.
"what do you like about it?"
His lips met with your shoulder as his fingers pinched your nipple, and there was nothing that could have stopped the moan that escaped you from doing so.
"T-they just look so... happy" you whispered, trying not to cry because of how desperately needy you felt between your legs "so in love"
This time, Joel managed to bite down his laugh
"a-and I like-"
you stopped, too embarrassed all of a sudden
"what?"
"n-nothing"
Joel shook his head, his mouth to your ear
"You're drenching my pants, sweetheart, it ain't nothing"
You almost moaned at just the sound of how deep and hot his voice sounded
"I like that" you confessed, urging him to look at the screen
"you like that?"
he didn't even sound like himself anymore, just a wolf, a wolf holding a defenseless bunny.
"y-yes"
"you like that she's on top of him" he taunted, "that she's riding his cock" he murmured "'s that right darlin'?"
"y-yes daddy" you cried, turning your head to look at him, to beg at him "Please" you whimpered "please daddy do something"
It wasn't just heat now, it was burning flames of need pooling between your thighs.
"what about the other part of the homework?" he didn't mind your pleas
"I- I couldn't daddy" you whined, real tears now stinging your eyes "I couldn't do it, not without you daddy- please"
"aw baby" he cooed "my dumb little baby" fake concern filled his features "Show me what you were doing"
"no please daddy just- you do it"
You were going crazy, literally crazy because of how utterly desperate you were.
"stop whining and do as I say" he ordered, his voice colder "or I'm done helping you out"
As if, he laughed in his mind
You obeyed immediately.
You needed him to help you out, there was so much you still had to learn, and you couldn't possibly teach all that to yourself, you couldn't even masturbate for god's sake.
"lay on your back and show me" he said again, as he got up.
He closed your laptop and set in on the floor as you positioned yourself in front of him.
You slowly planted your feet onto the mattress, spreading your legs.
His ravenous gaze fixed on your core.
"go on"
So you did,
One of your trembling fingers traveled to your core, and slowly- oh so slowly- you pushed it inside of you, whimpering lightly.
He didn't say anything, and so you started moving it, trying to mimic what you've seen him so countless times now... and failing miserably.
"I-I can't" an unsatisfied whine fled your mouth
"'f course you can't, not like that" Joel smirked devilishly "Put another finger in"
"b-but"
"just do it"
You tried, you really tried... but you were so scared, it just felt like too much, like you couldn't handle all that
"I-It doesn't fit- it's too much" you cried "Please daddy help me- please please please"
God, but did you ever stop whining?
And so partially because he wanted you to stop, and partially because he just wanted to, he grabbed your waist, pulling you to the edge of the bed, and dropped to his knees.
"It doesn't fit?" he mocked, your fingers pulling out of you just in time for him to plunge two of his own in.
You gasped and moaned and cried all at once.
"Then how come this little pussy can take my whole cock?" he didn't even wait for you to adjust, to stop squirming, before his index finger thrust inside you "How come I can fit three of my fingers in here?"
Real tears fell from your eyes as you moaned and arched your back like a cat.
You tried shutting your legs, but he spread them apart mercilessly, gripping your thighs as his fingers thrust in and out of you at a scathing pace
He'd never been like this, so fast, so mean
You didn't know if you were breathing, you didn't know if you were alive, if you had fainted, you didn't know anything besides how good you were feeling, how much pleasure he was giving you after you'd been starved so long for it.
"is it too much now?" he mocked, watching you fall apart in front of him "because it looks like it ain't" he growled "it looks like i could fit all my fingers in here and it still wouldn't be enough"
You moaned, you moaned so loud your throat hurt.
"'s that what you want, you want to be completely filled like a little slut?"
slut
he'd never called you that- why did he call you that? Why did it make you clench around him? why why why-
"no please daddy" you moaned "'s too much"
"three fingers is enough for this little pussy?" he teased
"yes daddy yes- I-"
It was like making a deal with the devil, if you weren't specific enough...
"what about this other pretty hole?" he smirked, his fingers slowing as two of his fingers from his left hand reached between your asscheeks, grazing your other hole
"d-daddy" you just stuttered
"I think we need to start stretching this one darlin'"
You gasped, as he used your moisture to wet his middle finger and trailed downwards
"I- b-but daddy"
"daddy's gonna fuck it one of these days" he interrupted "and we don't want it to hurt do we?"
You tried to calm your breathing as you answered
"y-you mean you want t-to-"
He chuckled, his fingers pushing into your g-spot making your mind just a big dumb mess.
"I mean I'm gonna fuck your ass babygirl" he explained, his finger pushing more and more at the entrance "it's another lesson, you see" he murmured "but I need to prepare you for it- I need to stretch you out real good for my cock"
His cock. Inside there. How on Earth was that gonna happen?
"That's why you're gonna be good and let me put this finger in here" he emphasized his words by pushing slightly "aren't you sweetheart?"
"I-is it gonna hurt?"
"not if you relax" he cocked a brow "are you gonna relax for me?"
"y-yes" you surrendered "yes daddy"
And that was that.
He pushed his finger into you, slowly, even though there was nothing he would have liked more to just thrust it, and hear your shocked cry.
But the moan you let out- oh the moan you let out was worth every moment of his painful self control.
It wasn't particularly pleasant at first, but then... then it was like fire spread through you, and when the fingers in your pussy started moving faster it was like gasoline dunked onto the flames.
it didn't just feel good, it felt... new.
It felt like heaven and hell altogether, and then it felt like... it felt like you needed to pee.
"d-daddy!" you gasped, your hips grinding shamelessly onto him "daddy's not right- I-I"
tears rolled down your temples, and your belly twisted into knots as your walls tightened and tightened around him.
"Shhh" he shushed you "let go" he said, "let go darlin'"
And so you did.
A rainstorm of pleasure putting out all the fire inside you. Pure, divine bliss took over you as you looked at him, crying out and squirming uncontrollably, until it was all over... until you realized what had just happened.
Whatever that was
"o-oh my god" your eyes widened, taking in his drenched shirt, his wet mouth and chin which you didn't even notice he'd put on you as you soaked him to get a taste "I-I'm so sorry daddy- I- I don't know what-"
He was on you before you could blink.
"sorry?" he laughed "what are you sorry about?"
"I-I-"
"you squirted" he grinned "ain't there nothin' wrong with that... the opposite actually"
"S-squirted?"
"that's right"
"and you're not mad?"
"why would I be mad?" he asked, amusement and thrill glossing his eyes "It's just like when daddy comes all over your face babygirl" he explained "You like that, don't you?"
"mh-mh" you nodded
his cock twitched at that
"And I like when you come all over mine baby"
"oh"
"yeah" he chuckled, kissing you deeply "I'm gonna make you squirt every fucking day from now on sweetheart"
You could only smile before he kissed you again
"now how 'bout we do that thing you saw?" he asked, "you wanna ride my cock sweetheart?"
"yes" you nodded eagerly
"then let's get to it, shall we?"
He gave you one last kiss, before he leaned back, undressing completely.
He chuckled as he caught you eating him up with your eyes, but said nothing as he laid on his back.
"c'mere" was all he said, grabbing your waist as you sat on top of him, your core inches away from his cock.
your hands raked his chest, stroking and admiring him, before you looked at his hungry gaze, and asked:
"what do I do?"
His eyes fell to where his cock sat on his belly
"take my dick in your hand"
You did as instructed, mesmerized by how big and beautiful it looked.
"now raise your hips a little, and slide me into you"
You did what he said, but just as he started entering you, you froze, the feeling foreign and not... good.
The woman in the video seemed to enjoy it so much, why can't I?
"you gotta relax" Joel explained, his right hand going to your clit "Let me in" he murmured, drawing circles on your bud "it'll feel good babygirl, just let daddy in"
And so, slowly, slowly you started sinking onto his manhood, whimpers and moans fleeing your throat with every inch added.
Util finally, you had done it.
"o-oh my god" you choked at the feeling.
He was deeper than he'd ever been, that you ever thought possible.
"good girl" he smirked
You didn't even have time to think about what you were doing that your hips were already moving, grinding onto him, bringing heaven to your core.
"O-Oh m-my"
"bounce on it darlin'"
Your hands sat on his chest as you obeyed, feeling his grip on your waist tighten as you raised and lowered onto his cock, moaning as you threw your head back.
now you understood that woman, It felt amazing
And so you started doing it again and again and again, clawing at his chest as groans rumbled from it.
"good god" he grunted "f-fuck"
"it feels so good daddy" you breathed, your lungs burning for oxygen
"yeah? You like riding me, baby?"
"yes" you cried "I like it so much daddy"
"like having my cock so deep inside ya?"
"god yes" you whimpered
"yeah?" he mocked, raising his hips to meet yours and forcing a roar out of you
"daddy! I-"
"you're coming already?"
"y-yes daddy I-"
He cocked a brow as he watched you
"think you deserve to?" he asked, "after acting like that before?"
"please" you begged, your voice nothing but a thread "please daddy let me come"
he remained stoic, and you were so close...
"please daddy, I'm sorry I'll be better, I'll be good- I promise"
He smirked now
"you promise?"
A nod, that was all you could offer
"No more questioning me when I'm trying to help?"
"n-no" you shook your head "I'll do whatever you tell me, whatever you want"
That's all he needed
"come on my cock sugar" he ordered "come like the good little girl you are"
You swore you blacked out after that, the pleasure was so deep and so strong it knocked you out.
The next thing you knew, you were laying beside him, your head on his chest, his come leaking out of you.
he'd already told you you needed to tell mom you wanted to take the pill
The words were out of you before you could stop them.
"Y-you were a little... mean before-" you swallowed "when you were using your- fingers"
He groaned internally
"I know babygirl" he cooed, caressing your arms soothingly "but you were acting like a little brat, and I just- I ran out of patience"
"o-oh"
"I'm here to help you, so it's hard for me when you act like that, understand?"
God how stupid you had been.
He was doing you a favor, and you were acting like a child.
"I-I'm sorry daddy" You pouted, leaning up to kiss him "I'm really sorry I won't do it again"
"thank you sweetheart" he smiled "but I think there's a better way to use that pretty mouth of yours to apologize"
You gulped, as you followed his gaze to his cock
"I'm kind of tired daddy" you murmured
"I know you are" he cooed "but daddy knows best, baby"
"You made me really mad sugar" he explained "And if you want to apologize real good... you're gonna need to suck daddy's cock"
And just like that, you were ascending down his body.
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