sunflloweredd

[sunflloweredd]

In the car, in the car, in the backseat, i‘m your baby.

Pairing: dbf!joel miller x fem!reader

Summery: it’s summer break and you are spending it by your parent’s house and your father’s best buddy is also there. The one you tried to fuck for years and finally it’s happening.

Warnings: 18+, oral (m!receiving), big teasing, sub!joel, insecure joel, he has some body and age issues, riding him in his car, unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names, m!body worship (hell yea), age gap! (reader is 23, joel is in his late 40’s), Sarah is like 10 in this, no outbreak.

A/N: Still haven’t recovered from that episode and i’m kinda scared of the new one…😀 BUT! First time writing dbf!joel which is like my fav trope on here, this is more smutty than anything but I will write a more angsty one in the future🤞🏻

Summer break at your parents house were not exciting because you saw them again. They were not exciting because of the food your mom would cook, not because of the barbecue party your father threw every time. It wasn’t exciting because you saw your childhood bedroom again, even tho it felt good sleeping there once more as you kind of missed your childhood but no— you were excited about seeing him again.

Joel Miller.

Your fathers best buddy.

He was his best friend for as long as you could remember. They met at the construction company joel owns and since then they were spending every single weekend together. And after Joel broke things up with his wife and got custody over Sarah—his daughter, he somehow became a family member as much as he was visiting and helping around.

This was a huge deal for you.

Joel got so so much hotter after his divorce. He was always hot but after that he suddenly grew more of his beard out, biceps got bigger, he leaned more into the dad bod and he slicked his hair back that slowly turned grey. It was killing you, always having him over for the holidays or some special events, your thoughts were just only on him and they were dirty. But deep down you kinda felt bad. He was a nice and sweet man, doing the best for his daughter and being a best friend for your family, you could trust him with everything. It felt wrong reducing him just for his looks.

But that didn’t stop you. You wanted to fuck him.

And you always tried to. Every god damn year.

You can remember one years ago, you were trying the same thing. A summer break, visiting the family and joel also being there, a sweet little barbecue evening with your family. And after the party ended and the sun slowly start to set, you saw him sitting on the couch, drinking his beer while looking trough his phone.

And hell, he wasn’t stupid.

He saw the way you looked at him hours ago. He saw the was your eyes scanned his body up and down all the time, trying to not catch his gaze as he sat with you on the dinner table, your cheeks blushing whenever he caught you looking. The little summer dress you wore, barely covering knees as you bend over besides him, showing him the panties you wore and doing that so sneakily that so nobody around you saw that.

And you can’t believe how bold you were on that day. As he sat on the couch you came over to him, sitting on down on the other side and putting your legs up, your feet landing on his lap. He sighed, putting his drink and phone down.

“You’re trouble.” He murmured, gripping your ankles and yanking them from his lap earning a gasp from you.

“Heyy, don’t be so mean. I didn’t do anything! Just let me rest my feet.”

“Is that so, hm?” His jaw was clenched, eyebrows pinched he looked at you. The slicked back hair, his tanned skin and his big board shoulders made you absolutely feral.

“Mhm, yea! since when did you become so mean joel? You were always nice to me” you fake pouted, seeing him swallow looking around the room and sighing.

“I was nice to you before you started to cause so much trouble, girl.”

“I don’t even know what you are talking about.” You shrugged your shoulders, acting so clueless. You put your feet back on his lap, precisely on his bulge that you already saw forming on that day many, many times before.

He just looked at you, his face not pleased as he put his hands on your leg and squeezed as a warning and went back on his phone with a disappointed small shook of his head. He couldn’t be mad at you, your father would absolutely tear him to pieces, you knew that.

You were absolutely dripping after that, still feeling the hand on there whenever you thought about it, to this day.

So today you were going to see him again. Already standing in front of your mirror trying to find the best thing to wear, because this time, you were going to fuck this man. Your choice was simple but effective as always. A small white sundress. Perfect for this breezy summer day. And perfect for Joel too, you knew it.

The day began slowly with you helping your mom and dad make the garden as comfortable as possible, table put, chairs, some sweet radio playing summer hits, gras was recently trimmed, a cool box ready to keep beer cool, the beautiful flowers your mom planted saying hello and oh!— There was the doorbell.

He was there.

Excitement run through your body, warmth spread all over you and your cheeks heated as you saw him coming in. Sarah besides him already grown so much.

But you only looked at him.

Almost the same clothes, same board shoulders, huge frame, hair slicked back and his hair and beard got just a tiny bit more grey which made you almost lightheaded. There was this tan on him again, sweat was dripping from his forehead, his hands looked like he just worked hard, he probably came from his job. And his smell. His usual cologne mixed with the smell of the Marlboro reds he always smokes and tad bit of sweat. You were absolutely going feral and if no one saw you in this room you would be drooling.

“Hey, sweets” his rough voice greeted you, opening his arms for a big hug. You embraced him, hugging his huge body tight as you used that opportunity to really inhale his scent and make up for the days you missed him. He kissed the top of your head and let go of the hug, looking at you up and down, his gaze staring a bit too long on your legs. Even tho he acted as normal as possible there was still uncomfortable air between you two.

“And everything alright so far?”

“Yea, everything fine. What about you and sarah?” You asked smiling softly.

“jus’ the same old. Sarah was actually very happy about the gift you send her, so thank you, girl.”

You smiled again, you loved Sarah and never missed her birthdays even tho you were away. She was the sweetest girl and you loved spending time with her whenever you could.

“That’s why she avoiding me right now? Where is she?” You looked around the room.

“Ah there she comes again, got a little sweet treat from your mom I suppose.” He chuckled as Sarah walked to you a bonbon in her hand and the biggest smile, she hugged you.

The day was going well. So far.

You were playing with Sarah while the "grown-ups" sat at the table, talking about everything they've missed lately. Every time you heard his voice, however, you looked for his eyes. But he absolutely wasn't looking at you. He laughed a lot, talked a lot, but never looked over to meet your eyes. You could just feel the way he wanted to avoid you, to make it really seem like nothing happened and maybe you were just messing with him. But you were not going to let this go so easily.

“Sweetheart, can you go with Joel? While he buys the charcoal, you buy this list I made you.”

Jackpot.

This is the moment you were waiting for. An opportunity. On Joel’s face you could read how he was absolutely not fond of this idea. Your father needed charcoal for the grill and conveniently, Joel wanted to be the one to get it with his truck and even more conveniently was it for your mother to want you to go with him so you could buy a few groceries that were still needed for the party.

But joel couldn’t just say no. Your parents knew that you two had a good relationship so they would question on why he would not want to go with you.

So you and joel made your way to his truck, he did not once look at you or talked to you. He completely avoided you just like the whole day but you knew this was going to change.

It’s been so long since you were in his car, he was a clean man so nothing changed, everything still smelled like leather, a picture of sarah hanging on his mirror, with that an air refresher.

The windows were open, you were enjoying the fresh summer breeze as he drove to the next best grocery store, still not even looking or talking to you. But him driving was another level of hot. His big arm on the steering wheel, flexing his muscles, one hand on his chin as he looked concentrated to the streets. Eyebrows pinched and all grumpy.

You laid a tiny bit back on your seat, gently and sneaky putting the hem of your dress up till it reached your thighs. You opened a little bit your legs, laid your head on your hand and leaned to the door, sighing trying to get his attention.

You saw his grip getting tighter on the wheel, his expression changing into that of someone who was barely controlling himself. And then you caught him, just with a little side eye he looked down on your thighs.

You got him.

He was sweating more than usual beside you, you could see the little pearls forming on his forehead, his jaw was clenched and the concentration he built while driving away from your house completely left him.

You bit your lips, tracing your hand up and down your thigh slowly. Making circles, teasing yourself and him.

“Joel.” You called out, your hand still on your thigh as you looked at him with a pout and tried your best to put on your pretty doe eyes.

He first looked at you, trying to act like his bulge wasn’t growing in his pants and then his eyes fell to your thighs again, he followed your hand going up and down, he cleared his throat and then swallowed.

Poor guy.

“What.” He murmured his voice not pleased and not kind like as you greeted him today. You wonder what happened.

“How long till we arrive? I’m hot.”

You saw him rolling his eyes, sighing as he turned his head to you.

“Rolled the windows for you down, ain’t that enough girl? We arrive in like 5 minutes, be patient.”

His tone was stern and you didn’t except him to be this harsh by the way he was talking with you. So you crossed your arms and looked at him, trying to act all angry but in a playful manner. His face didn’t change a bit, he didn’t give you a smile, a wink, nothing. His eyebrows were still pinched and jaw clenched he drove you two to the store and parked.

He walked in straight without saying nothing, he was fast, doing everything to avoid you.

It had been 10 minutes and you already had the things your mom put into the list she gave you and now you waited for Joel. You didn’t even know where he was, let alone when he was coming. So you tried to catch his attention.

You stood there and spoke to an employee, a normal young guy who doesn’t look older than 23. You turned a strand of hair on your finger, leaning to the side and laughed about nonsense, making it seem like you were flirting. And then you saw him.

He was standing there with narrowed eyes the charcoal in one of his hand and the other one on his hip. He stood there jaw clenched looking like he was trying to control himself not to take apart the poor guy you were talking to.

“Girl, c’mon now. We ain’t got all day.” He suddenly almost yelled to you. The boy you were talking to flinched and you had to suppress a giggle.

As he paid for the stuff you walked to the car again and waited for him to come. He came with the two bags in his hands, opening the cockpit and putting the things in. But he suddenly stopped there, looking to you as he wanted to say something.

“What?” You asked

“You’re gonna get us both in trouble.”

“What the hell are you even talking about?” You still tried to act all clueless.

“Sweetheart. I know what ya’ doin’. It ain’t gonna work on me.“ his voice sounded softer but he was being serious.

“It’s already working tho.” You pointed down to his bulge, biting your lips by doing so.

He looked around the parking spot, his whole face flushing red. You kinda fell bad for him, exposing him like that but he was giving you a hard time so one way or another it had to happen.

“You get in the fucking car.” He suddenly spit out, you heard his loud boots walking to you as he quickly grabbed your arm and yanked you to the passenger seat.

“Hey! Ow, that hurt, you asshole.” You muttered out, as he sat you down on the seat and put your seat belt on.

He didn’t even say anything after that, he was furios. The car started as you sat there with crossed arms and this time being really angry and disappointed at him. The car suddenly slowed down and he looked at you, his gaze softening and a sigh leaving his lips.

“Baby, I don’t even know what you want from a man like me.” He said, his voice sounding genuine and warm.

You looked at him dumbfounded

“Look got all these grey hair, haven’t been able to go to the barber shop for god knows how long and I trim my beard but it’s still messy, and heck— look— look at my body. Ain’t the one I was once.”

Your eyes widened. He wasn’t being serious right now, right? You have never seen a more handsome man than him and that after he started to look like how he just described. He was waiting for an answer with those big puppy dog eyes, from his stern and harsh manner was no trace left.

Instead of an answer, you slowly and gently neared your hand on his thigh. Feeling the rough material of his jeans underneath your fingertips, you softly stroked his thigh. You heard him shudder under his breath, his body sitting up, just like his cock. The bulge was growing just more and you wanted to tease him more.

But most importantly you wanted to show him how pretty he is.

“Ain’t gonna let me go so easily, huh?” He mumbled softly, earning a giggle and a shook of your head.

You leaned over, putting your seatbelt away and slowly unbuttoned his flannel shirt. His breath hitched, suddenly steering the car towards the side and stopping it on the field of gras.

He dropped his hands from the wheel and let you fully take control. You opened his shirt, greeted with a beautiful body, the one you just dreamed of having on top of you. His chest hairy going down to his soft belly and then a pretty salt and pepper happy trail. You were drooling.

You didn’t waste any time as you softly rubbed your hands over his chest, leaning in to gently kiss him, working yourself down, kissing his belly and happy trail.

“Jesus christ, girl.” His head was thrown back but he was watching you. You hummed, biting down his breast, then neck, and suckling on his skin. His breathing was coming quickly, you could feel his poor heart beating at a higher rate.

“You don’t even know.” You mumbled, slightly standing up and kneeling on your seat, now your body was completely turned to him and this way you had full access to his body.

“Don’t even know how fucking sexy you are.”

One of your hand went to his bulge squeezing him earning a groan and a desperate buck of his hips. Your mouth continued to work on his tanned body, kissing his collarbones, nipping at his skin.

He was whining.

“Sweet girl.” He groaned as he made his way to your waist, squeezing you there then making a stop on your back because now you were unbuckling him. Pulling his pants down, you gently stroked his hardened cock through his shorts, seeing a small spot getting wet, knowing it’s pre cum. You decided to tease him more as you pulled his briefs slightly down so his bush was out. Your face diving into the hair, kissing him and smothering in it while rubbing his shaft up and down. Slowly you licked your way from his happy trail to his chest to his neck and then landed on his lips.

You kissed him, catching him by surprise as he moaned into your mouth. Hot breaths left him, your hand never stopping on his dick. He took your cheeks into his hands and deepened the kiss, messily making out with you. It was unbearable for you too. You finally had him where you wanted, as his beautiful lips kissed you, you drooled down your chin, bit landing on his briefs, mixing with the pre cum that was already oozing out of the material.

Whining out loud you broke the kiss, taking in deep breaths as he looked at you. His puppy eyes, trying not to squeeze with pleasure, his lower lip trembling.

“Baby—fuck. What are you doing to me hm?” He took your chin between his fingers.

“If your daddy finds out what we are doin’, whatcha gonna say to him?”

“That his best buddy’s cock was hardening every time I was around and that I decided to help him out.” You shrugged your shoulders, smirking at him as he looked at you dumbfounded, he was clenching his jaw, veins popping up on his neck, he was close.

You pulled his shorts finally down. Revealing his big cock, red and switching. He could never be insecure, that was a blatant lie. He was beautiful, the big mushroom head red and glistening, veins trailing down and his big salt and pepper bush was covering his balls.

You squeezed your own thighs to relieve some friction. Gently grabbing the base of his shaft, you squeezed to the top, smearing the pre cum on his tip earning a big hiss. He gripped your arm tighter, the other hand gripping the car door.

You looked at him through your eyelashes batting them one and two times before starting with kitten licks on his head. You kissed down, licked and enjoyed the way he was a big mess under you.

“Please, fuck— please baby.” His voice was coming out shaky, the rough man from before was now completely gone.

You smiled, finally opening your mouth and taking him in. Swirling your tongue first around his tip then slowly sinking and hollowing your cheeks as you went up and down. His hips were bucking into your mouth as he released moan after moan.

“Y’look so fucking beautiful, sweets. So fucking beautiful.” He said through gritted teeth.

Your one hand wrapped around his base, and the other one down his balls, taking them and messaging them. Joel’s eyes were shut down as the pleasure overcame him. You felt him pulse one and two times on your tongue and he was shooting his cum into your mouth.

He gripped your hair, putting it in a ponytail and gently moved your head up and down the way he liked. His legs were shaking and his chest was going up and down as he released his last drops of sperm and let go of your hair, taking a deep breath and laying there almost boneless.

You swallowed, gently stroking him for a few more times and then letting him go soft, laying his dick down. You sat up, seeing his face being all soft and sweaty. His eyes droopy and breathing heavy. He looked fucked out. And you didn’t even fuck him yet.

Your hand slowly traced down your dress, as you sat down, leaned back and strategically removed your soaked panties. You held them in front of his face, swaying them left to right, making him chuckle.

“S’that what ya wanted the whole time? Tempting me right in front of your daddy.”

“Mhm, s’what I wanted, joel.” You mumbled, your body laid on your seat as you opened your legs, your fingers finding your soaked pussy, gathering some of the wetness and bringing it slowly to his mouth.

He immediately opened them and sucked on your fingers, his cock starting to pulse again, as you giggled.

“Don’t even know how long, I wanted you joel. Always made myself cum by thinking of you.”

You pulled your fingers out, going down to your cunt again and hooking them in, gently thrusting them in and out while whining into the car.

“Fuck baby. Can’t say shit like that. If I knew you were serious I would’ve already took you to the bathroom, bent you over and fucked you.”

His hand pulled the hem of your dress up, revealing your swollen cunt to him. He gently laid one thumb on your clit and started rubbing in a steady place.

“Hmph— was always serious. Always wanted you to fuck me always, always.” Now you were the one turning into a mess as your fingers pumped in your pussy, his thumb pressing and rubbing just the perfect way.

His other hand took his cock into his hand, jerking up and down, his shaft harding again as the sweat on his face began again.

“C’mon, c’mere then.” His hand left your cunt, going to your waist and gripping you so you could move. You stopped your movements and obligated, carefully going over his lap and standing on top of him. He rubbed his cock up and down your cunt, gently smearing the tip on your little nub as you tried your best to holding yourself up, grabbing his shoulder and moaning his name out.

“Gonna fuck you nice baby, so nice. Just like you’ve been waiting for.”

With that he gently pushed his cock into your hole, the stretch slightly burning you as you slowly and steadily sunk into his lap. You both squeezed your eyes shut as you enjoyed the slow place of his cock entering your pussy.

You looked at him, your mouth gaping open, as you run your hands trough his beautiful hair.

“Shh, take it, yea baby. Yeah. I know. Begging for it so long and now taking it so good.”

His praise was echoing in your head, not leaving as you sat down his lap, his dick now fully buried in you. The stretch was too good, you truly felt full of him.

He didn’t leave you time before bucking his hips in need, little breaths leaving his lips. He suddenly latched himself on your neck, gently nipping at the skin, careful enough so he wouldn’t leave any marks for your parents to see and while doing that he massaged your tits trough the fabric of your dress.

You whined out, slowly getting used to his stretch and him slowly figuring out a good pace to steadily fuck into you. His cock going in and out as his big rough hands were deliciously tight on your hips, they were going to leave marks for sure.

You ran your hand trough his hair once more but this time tugging it gently away from your neck, revealing his pleasure blissed face, cheeks flushed red, the sweat making his hair and beard wet as he gave you these pretty ‘fuck me’ eyes.

“Take what you need baby, there you go.” He whispered as you took the lead. Your hips now going with a rhythm, fucking yourself on his cock, hips bucking and tits bouncing up and down as the car filled with you two’s moans and whines both desperate and pathetically trying to chase the high you guys deserve.

“Poor fucking man. Fuck— haven’t been taken care of for so so long.”

“Yea, baby.” He could only agree, his gaze never leaving you. You could literally see sparks in his eyes, totally mesmerised by you and the way you were handling his cock.

“Gonna take care of you from now on. Not gonna leave without empty balls, joel. Man like you need all the lovin’ they can get. Wanna see your cock bent after a while at how much i’m taking care of you.”

He grunted, almost releasing at that but you stopped with your hips, leaving him high almost at his orgasm. He was breathing out, whimpering and shaking as you took his cheeks into your hands and gently stroked the skin.

“You don’t even know how handsome you are, so fucking sexy.” You murmured, his eyes turning into those sad doe eyes again, clearly unsure and not excepted the way you were thinking about him.

“You understand?” You asked him, pinching his cheeks together as he nodded his head up and down.

“Mhm. Yea—yeah. Understood.” He breathlessly said, his hips starting to buck into you again, seemingly wanting to finally release and get the satisfaction he totally earned.

You leaned back to the steering wheel so you could get access to your clit, gently rubbing the nub he fucked up to you again, finding his pace once more. His gaze never left yours as his cock deliciously touched that one spot over and over again, making you roll your eyes.

“Gonna take care of you too hun. Feed you my cock whenever you want, fillin’ you up so it makes up for the times i’ve left you hanging.”

You whined at that, nodding your head up and down, whispering a little ‘please’ out.

“So pretty, look at that. Just enjoying her sweet fucking, rubbing her little clit and taking care of her man.”

Now he was the one who suddenly got a mouth on him. You thought maybe he wasn’t that talkative but apparently you were wrong. You felt his cock switch in your cunt, knowing he was close and you were too.

“In me—please. In me.” You whimpered out, your legs shaking and his thrusting growing sloppier and sloppier, he harshly tugged you into him making you yelp. He held your hips tighter then before, his groans and moans getting louder and louder.

“C’mon baby, c’mon. Cum. Show me how good this pussy takes care of her man.” He said into your ear and that was it. Your legs completely shook, as a sharp cry left your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut as the waves of the release washed upon you, making you feel almost dizzy at how good it felt.

He thrusted as much as he could one and two more times, making you ride out your orgasm as he stilled and released into you. His face burying in your neck, chest going up and down and silent groans and whimpers leaving his mouth. You let yourself get filled, enjoying the fullness and coming down from your climax as you gently stroked his hair, slowly moving your hips at the rate at which his cock was shooting his cum and after it getting soft in you, you stopped gently kissing his cheeks and neck, while softly praising him.

“Mhm, we are so fucked baby. Look at how messy we are, how are we going to go back to your parents?”

You giggled at that, shrugging your shoulders at him, enjoying the quiet after the storm and finally having his presence near you, just like you wanted.

You finally fucked him.

I actually don’t really like reading sub!male but I don’t know what got into me in this fic, I think it fits very well. Feedback is very much appreciated and AAA thank you so much for 300 followers🥹😭

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[sunflloweredd]

First touch

Pairing: Joel miller x fem!reader

Summary: you didn‘t had many partners throughout the years, you are unexperienced. Joel, your older boyfriend, takes your virginity.

Warnings: 18+, Mdni, smut, pinv, softdom!joel miller, slight ddlg undertones, oral m!receiving, slight overstimulation, fingering, unexperienced virgin!reader, BIG praise kink, pet names, nervous!reader, age gap! (20s x 50s), lots of fluff, aftercare

„You sure?“ Joel asked you, a gentle reminder that you are safe, a reminder that you can stop anytime you want and that he will always be there, to make you feel comfortable. Joel has always been like that, since the beginning of your relationship and even before that. He made you feel safe, taken care of, comfortable and loved. All of those things that people thought he couldn‘t give you, because of the big age gap you two had.

You met trough friends, he was the older brother of tommy— a friend you never really paid attention to that much. You talked occasionally and that‘s was it. After meeting his brother, you basically started being best friends with tommy, you wanted to see Joel every day. You wanted to spend time with him, you wanted to catch his attention.

Fast forward Joel did fall in love with you, the guilt of looking at a young girl like you was existing, but it wasn‘t something he could control. The love and affection was one, that he could not get out of his head. Your pretty face, cheeks flaming up with a pretty pink color, biting on those plump lips and giving him all the sweetest eyes. He was just a man, after all.

„I‘m sure, Joel. Teach me.“ your voice is just above a whisper. The lights were dimmed, the sheets clean and freshly washed. The air carried a wooden scent, while the soft splatter of rain met the windows of his apartment. Your freshly shaved legs brushed against the sheets, reveling in their smooth touch.

The past days there had been a tension. A sexual tension. It all began with a make out on the couch. His lips hungrily latching into your neck, then going down your breasts. Your hips began unexpectedly to move, feeling his bulge grow from the friction. Before his hands could go further down your body, you stopped him, coming to your senses. You were a virgin and as much as you would‘ve loved that joel took you right then and there, you were still scared. Scared about messing something up, scared to do something weird and maybe make Joel uncomfortable. You were worried that you couldn‘t meet his expectations, he was a grown man. Seemingly had many sexual encounters and he was feeling confident.

But joel wasn‘t your man if he didn‘t asked you all day long if he had done something wrong or why you abruptly stopped him.

He was still carefully navigating trough all. Your age was something that didn‘t held him, but he took everything slower. Knowing you don‘t have the experience, knowing that at this time you are still learning and still needed some form of assistance.

You told him that day what was bothering you. Told him you were a virgin, made it clear that you were scared. And god bless— Joels eyes softened, a sigh leaving his lips, a relieved one. He was more than understandable, even found it cute that you would think that it‘s something to be embarrassed about. The topic was moved for another day. When you felt comfortable enough to lose your virginity.

But the day came faster then you had initially thought.

See, you were still crazily attracted to your man. Still feeling his bulge between your legs when you grinded on him, still feeling that throbbing that suddenly appeared when he started to bite your skin. The lust and hunger was still there, lurking inside of you, not letting you go. Squirming and squeezing your thighs just did not cut it. And Joel noticed it. Noticed your pretty eyes all hazy, looking up to him, expecting something, lost in the neediness, mind completely clouded. Caught it the way you put the blanket between your legs, in the middle of the night. Your hot cheeks whenever he talked to you, tripping over your words, wanting just one more kiss before he leaves. It was all so obvious.

So he asked you— asked you if he could make love to you. Your eyes widened, a small sense of embarrassment going trough you while your cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red. But you felt relief in your heart, that finally something was gonna happen. Because you definitely wouldn’t have dared to ask him yourself. So you said yes.

„Gonna take it slow, yea? Teach you everything, make sure you‘re ready.“

You trusted him. Joel was a great man, these five months you were together with him, he took things always slow, had big patience, gentle and calculated. His words always calmed you down, no matter what. Joel with his rough edges, was a sweet loving man who always put you first.

His hand were gently caressing your thigh, fingertips drawing circles on your skin and awaiting for an answer.

„Yes. Slow.“ you nodded your head to him, smiling.

„Okey, sweetheart. Then undress for me, will you?“ you obligated, standing up from the bed and slowly removing every piece of clothing from your body except from your panties. You followed Joels eyes as he sat in front of you, his gaze going to your breast then your pussy, to your legs and landing on your face, licking his lips and then giving you a soft nod to tell you that you did good.

The room was warm, wrapped in the soft glow of candlelight. Joel had arranged them carefully, he was a romantic after all. The ambience held you like a whispered secret, familiar yet charged with something unspoken. And though you stood in that comforting light, vulnerability clung to you. Naked before him, your arms instinctively crossed over your chest. Joel’s eyes traced the delicate rise of goosebumps on your skin, the slight tremble in your legs. You were nervous, hesitant, unsure. Poor thing.

„C‘mere.“ he stretched his arms out, giving you a sign with his hand to let you know that you should walk to him. You immediately do, falling into his arms, sitting down on his left thigh as he wraps his arms around your back. His scent filling you, the flannel he was wearing creating a friction against your nipples. Your face heating, but you try to concentrate on your man. His sweet eyes, that reassuring look he always gives you. The few freckles on his nose, the patches of white in his beard.

„Sweet girl, y’don‘t have to be nervous, I promise, it’s all just us having fun, enjoying each others company. I‘ll take care of you.“ his hand gently tucking the strand of hair behind you ear and then giving your cheek a little pinch.

You sigh.

„I know, Joel. But I-I’ve never did this before, so i‘m just nervous. I don‘t know how to explain it. It‘s a lot.“

„Shh, I know, I know. We can always stop, yea? Always, baby. Don‘t want you to feel uncomfortable.“ his eyes were scan your face, searching for an answer, for a sign that you were okey. You break through the tension in the room with giggling, noticing his eyes get wide for a second at the your unexpected demeanour.

„You are so sweet to me, Joel. I want this, swear. I‘m not feeling uncomfortable at all. Just a little nervous, that‘s all.“

His lips forming into a smile, he cups your cheek softly and then slowly pulls you in for a kiss. It starts off slow, soft and full of love. His lips moving in rhythm with yours, it feels warm, familiar. Your hands find his curls, gently caressing them back. It remembers you of the first time he kissed you, how careful he was, asking for permission and then leaving you breathless and just more in love with him.

The kiss slowly transforms into something hungrier, messier, his tongue entering your mouth, as breathing gets harder and harder. The room disappears around you, your senses focus on joel—his calloused hands exploring your naked body, squeezing the flesh of your ass, the little groans leaving his lips whenever he dives his tongue into your mouth over and over again. A friction slowly being created by his jeans, becoming slowly and steadily more and more intense, the rough fabric meeting your clit, making you buck your hips into his crotch. Feeling his hardened cock in his pants, sweat starting to build on your forehead, breaking the kiss off.

Joel doesn‘t care though, he goes for your neck. Nibbling the skin, leaving gentle kisses and biting into you. Going lower and lower, taking a handful of your tits and squeezing them, rough, pinching your nipples, making you gasp. And while catching your breath, your body doesn‘t stop moving in his lap. Getting off on his bulge, your panties getting soaked just more.

And as joels eyes look up to you from biting and kissing your body, his hands encourage you to grind faster, encouraging you to cum on him. But you were not ready, yet.

You look down on his bulge and stop grinding, your hands landing on his shirt, slowly moving down, making him confused about what you are doing. You smile softly, gently laying your hand on his cock, looking up to him with big doe eyes.

„Wanna take care of me? S‘that it?“ he asks, breathless.

„Yea, if you teach me how?“ you can feel your cheeks heat up once again. Nervously biting the inside of your mouth, awaiting an answer. Yet, you didn‘t know why you were so nervous. Maybe it was the way Joel turned you on, maybe it was the fact that you‘ve never been intimate with someone, maybe it was because every body told you, that first times are always bad and awkward.

„Of course. Told ya, gonna teach you.“

„How about you get on your knees for me, honey.“ the look he gives you is intimidating, slowly letting go of your hips and body. Excitement runs through your, as you stand up and slowly kneel in front of his spread legs. But before you do he stops you, putting a pillow to the ground and nodding to you.

„S‘better, like this. Or your knees get sore.“

Joels hands lands on his pants, feeling the zipper and opening it. His head was spinning with how much lust he was feeling. You looked gorgeous. On your knees in front of him, glassy eyes looking up, pretty pink cheeks and pouty lips—all just for him, ready to please him, ready to be taught. He still saw the nervousness in your eyes, going back and forth, not knowing what to do. And poor thing, a big wet spot was already visible on your panties, making him almost coo into the room. You were needy, excited and Joel wanted to give you everything to please you. Your eyes followed as he pulled his hard cock out. Gulping at the size of him. He was thick, with a big mushroom head, pulsing red and already leaking, waiting for your mouth. Veins and veins going down his shaft, a bush of public hair awaiting at the end. Your eyes slightly widening, licking your lips, making Joel smile at the look of anticipation you were giving his cock. Like you‘ve waited so long for this to happen.

So you dared to move your hands, landing on his jeans, still unsure if you should touch him or not. But Joel notices, gently taking your hand and placing it on his cock.

„S‘okey. Don‘t have to put me in your mouth just yet. Give it some love first. Just like—” he gently wrapped your hand around his shaft with your hand underneath, slowly beginning to pump up and down, as you just watch how his head throbs and throbs. „—Like this, up and down. There we go, angel.“

Warmth runs through you at his praise, slowly getting the hang of it, jerking him off, his hands leaving yours and landing on the bed, stabilising himself. His breath was coming out shaky, a grunt leaving his throat, trying to bite back the louder moans. And he found it too fucking cute, the way you were focused on his cock, small hands just working on him with caution but also curiosity. Sometimes daring to squeeze him a bit, sometimes just focusing on the head. And he let you, let you work on your own place, let you learn it yourself and find everything out.

„Can I put it in my mouth?“

„Course, baby. Don‘t even have to ask me.“ he chuckles, his hand holding his dick once again, gently bringing it near your mouth. You first instinct is to give his tip some kitten licks, some sweet kisses, then stick your tongue out so he can tap his head on your tongue. Your eyes slightly rolling back, the pleasure in your abdomen getting almost unbearable.

„There we go, that‘s it. Close those lips around it, c‘mon.“

And you just do that, closing your lips around his head and just feeling it. You look up to him, his eyebrows furrowed, mouth gaping, quick breaths leaving his lips. Concentrating on not coming so fast.

„Just slowly, baby. Inch by inch.“ he murmured, slowly and carefully pushing his cock into your mouth. „Thaaat‘s it.“ And while it was first overwhelming, you quickly got used to the feeling. The feeling of his shaft laying heavily on top of your tongue, feeling every vain, every pulse in there. Warm, wet and soft. Even if Joel was lost in the pleasure he kept scanning your face for any discomfort, stopping at just half of his dick and gently pulling out again, letting you catch your breath. And while he slowly jerked his cock in his hand, his other hand cupped your cheek, searching for your eyes, for permission to continue. And you gave it to him. You wanted to take him, you wanted to suck him off, not leave him like that.

Opening your mouth once more you took him in. This time replacing his hand by yours and starting to have a little rhythm. Bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks, sometimes squeezing the rest of his shaft with your hands, trying to twirl around his head and being thankful for not having a gag reflex. His grunts and little moans on top, encouraging you to go faster, sloppier and get more confident. Joel notices the drool leaving your mouth, your tits moving with your head and your hips starting to hump the air. He was mesmerised.

„Goddamn, angel. Already doing so fucking good. Have me on the verge of cumming all over you, here.“

You pull off his dick, a sting of spit connecting all of it, while you look into Joels begging eyes. His jaw clenched, sweat also already forming on his face. You wanted him to cum, you wanted to see it, you wanted him to paint you all over your tits and have it dripping down your body. Needy, desperate you took him into your mouth again. This time going faster, focussing on the pulsing head as you felt Joels hands on your hair, putting it into a ponytail, taking control and making you suck him off in his tempo.

„Prettiest fucking girl.“ he groans. But he was still being cautious, not trying to go too fast with your hair, not trying to get too rough, scare you off. But at the look of your face and the way your mouth was latched onto him, he knew that even if he was going rough, you would enjoy it.

You felt his whole cock in your mouth pulse as moans spilled from his lips. You looked up to him, his head thrown to the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut, his legs slightly shaking. You pulled off, wrapping your hands around his shaft and jerking him off, sudden spurts and spurts of cum releasing all over you. Painting your tits, your thighs and even the carpet. His breathing was rough as you tried your best to pump him trough his orgasm. And as the streams of cum let on, his eyes opening again, you smiled up to him. Satisfied with yourself and your work.

„Was that good?“ you ask softly, standing up from the ground, gently sitting down besides him. His body still limb, breath still coming heavy as you gently push the salt and pepper hair away from his face.

„Y‘kidding, angel? That was more than good. You did so fucking well, c‘mere.“ he pulls you into his arms again, you sit down once again in his lap, trying your best not to touch his cock that was still laying out, as you embrace his kisses on your neck and forehead. Hand cupping your cheek, gently stroking it and then giving you a peck on your lips. But you squirm, scolding closer to him, rubbing your panties along his jeans, bucking your hips in need. The tingly feeling in your tummy just spreading more and more while Joels hands explore your body.

„Oh, my poor baby.“ he coos.

„Look at you. Already soaked for me, hm? Now it‘s your turn, yea? Gonna teach you how to take cock— ” he murmurs into your ear, biting your earlobe, leaving wet kisses around as you try to hide your face in his shoulder. „Gonna stretch you out, show you how good it feels.“

„Please.“ and how can he say no to that? How can you say no to those pretty eyes, to that sweet pout on your lips, your hips bucking in need. Joel would do everything for you, with just a look of your eyes.

„Yea s‘alright, I know baby. Let‘s see, c‘mon. Lay down.“

You do what he says, quickly. Laying down on the bed, your hair spreading over the pillows, Joels scent surrounds you. You can feel the throbbing in your panties, the sticky feeling, your thighs aching and in your head already dizziness. Once more, excitement runs through you, this time feeling a little more confident but still nervous on what Joels next move is. Joel does the same, getting into the bed with you, suiting him up between you legs.

„Spread them some more for me, will you?“

You do just as he asked you to, slowly opening your legs, spreading them, revealing your panties fully to him. Softly smiling to you, he gently caressed your inner thighs, squeezing your hips and inching closer to your lower abdomen, his fingertips lightly brushing over your mound, making your breath stop for a second. But he never touches over your pussy, always staying close, poking at your thighs, gently caressing. Bending down, kissing your mound, his beard roughly going over your skin. An attempt to tease you, to make you more desperate than you already are. Your hips bucking into his lips, earning a chuckle as he squeezed your hips down again.

„Little desperate, aren‘t we?“

„Please, Joel.“ you whimpered out, the frustration growing as he gently blowed air on top of your panties, on the little wet spot, a gentle cool catching your clit that keeps throbbing in need. A whine leaving your lips. And if you wouldn‘t know better you would huff and puff, squeeze your fists in frustration, but you wanted to be good for him.

„Oh I know, baby. I know. How about I do this, hm?“ his fingertips finally landing on top of your panties, your clit already making a big imprint on the fabric, making it easy for him to find. His thumb gently gives you one rub, then going down pressing in your hole making the cloth only wetter. He plays with you like this. You and your pussy crying in need as Joel take his time to pet you over your panties, playing with the squelching of your wetness, tapping on your little nub, just to see your reaction. And all that with a concentrated look in his face, sometimes giving you a kiss on your mound, thighs and clit. Sometimes going up and pinching your nipples. All the while you lay there trying to not cry from frustration. His lips giving a tsk whenever you try to whine, shaking his head at you—disappointed. And you didn‘t want to be bad for him.

After those agonising minutes he decides that he teased you enough, suddenly taking your underwear off and tossing it around the room. You take a breath, a relief, finally it was over. His face hungrily looks at your pussy, his lips turning into a smirk as he spreads your lips with both of his thumbs, blows air once more, seeing you flutter around nothing, your clit moving and wetness just spreading everywhere.

„Fucking cute, look at that. Aching in need.“ he coos, a gasp falling from your lips as he puts one thumb on your clit, slowly feeling the little nub, rubbing it in a few circles.

„Gooood, good. Feels good, huh baby?“

You can‘t do nothing but to nod your head, whimpering your hands landing on his arm, trying to get him to do more. To finally make you cum, to touch you, to give you what you need. Joel‘s smug face just looks at you, nodding his head—hushing you at the same time. Middle finger teasing at your clenching hole, he slowly puts the tip of his finger in, trying, feeling around, then pulling out and slowly filling you with his whole finger, finally. Moans spilling from your lips, as you feel his finger in you. The thumb on your clit not letting up, rubbing you to your first orgasm.

„There we go, theeere we go, angel. That was a good one.“ he praises you.

Your legs shaking as you lose yourself in the euphoric feeling and the relief washing over you. Pulsing and pulsing, clenching and clenching on his finger, you come down, catching your breath, looking at joel who just softly smiles at you, nodding his head. His finger not stopping, as his thumb returns to your clit again, overstimulating you, whimpers falling from your lips.

„Shh, need to stretch you properly, hon. S‘all for your own good.“ while saying that, his second finger enters you, Joel watching the stretch, the gushing all over the place, his lips turning into a smirk as your cunt pulls his fingers deeper, not letting go. He thrusts them in and out, looking at your poor overstimulated face, lips all bitten red, your tummy clenching and your tits moving up an down.

„Prettiest fuckin‘ cunt i‘ve ever seen. Taking two fingers just like it‘s nothin‘. Little nub throbbing in need, fucking pretty. Huh, angel what do ya say? Two fingers feeling good?“

You were unable to answer, just a little whine of ‚Joel‘ leaving your lips, chanting his name like it‘s the only thing you know of. The filth that was coming from his mouth, gets you already on the verge of cumming again. You squeeze your eyes shut as your legs shook and you desperately cum on his fingers. Clenching, shaking, gushing. He hushes you through it, praising you and fingering you until you calm down again. The feeling of coming two times, makes your legs feel limb, body relaxing on his bed and your head clouded. You don‘t notice as Joel leaves your cunt, undresses himself beside the bed. Only when he suddenly appears on top of you. Two big muscular arms caging you, Joel scanning your face—once again, looking for signs of discomfort.

But his sweet girl was swimming on top of clouds, cunt all satisfied and her eyes just looking at him with love.

„That‘s what ya just needed, hm? Where is my girl?“

„Here.“ you giggle, your arms wrapping around his neck, nails caressing down his back and finally feeling the warmth from your man. He chuckles, giving you a long kiss on your forehead, two kisses on your cheeks and nuzzles into your chest. You were happy, comfortable, warm. Knowing that your man does everything to make you feel better. Knowing that he takes care of you. Knowing that his already hardened cock, that you feel on your thigh is gonna fuck you, finally.

„You still need my cock, baby. Stretched you out so good, now I need to be inside you or i‘m gonna fuckin‘ explode.“ he whispers into your ear, making you giggle once more. You nod your head, hips moving against his cock desperately, wanting to finally feel him whole, wanting him to fill you. Joel sees the way your eyes scream in need, so he wastes no time and opens the drawer to your right, pulling a condom out and opening it with his mouth, before spitting the plastic into the room. And that was maybe the hottest thing you‘ve ever seen in your life. With a swift and easy move he bend down and puts the condom over his shaft, then returns on top of you, caging you once more with his arms.

He presses his forehead against you, looking into your pretty eyes while you look into his brown ones. „Take a deep breath for me, hon.“ and you do, taking in a deep breath, and exhaling it out, while the room turns dark and silenced once again, his tip begins entering you. The eyes of your man turning worried as you let out a hiss, puckering his lips and kissing your forehead.

„s’just a sting, it‘s okey.“ he whispers, all the while he pulls out and then enters you once more.

And he was right—it was a small sting and while he thrusted in and out again you slowly got used to the feeling. „Focus on me, you are doing so, so good.“ he whispers, Joels sweet, loving eyes were looking out for you, trying his best to determine if your expression was one that enjoyed his cock. But smiled as a big moan fell from your lips.

„That‘s right, baby. Feels good?“ every time he entered you, he pushed just a little bit more and more from his shaft into you, making the stretch bigger and bigger but it didn‘t hurt. It felt good. You nodded your head to him, your lips turning into a pout as you whined to him, feeling his cock entering you a whole, a cry of Joels name falling repeatedly from his lips while he nodded his head at you. „I know, I know. Shh, s‘ a big stretch, I know baby.“ he keeps cooing at you, nodding his head, softly caressing your face, your hair and giving you a look of empathy. And how proud he was for his sweet girl. Taking him so so well, already beginning to moan into the room, letting him know that it feels good. Bracing himself, he starts a rhythm, daring to go a little faster, thrusting in and out of your cunt. Squelching sounds and moans fill the room.

A curl hanging from Joels head, as sweat starts to build up once more, on both of your bodies. One hand twisting your nipple, seeing your face twist in pleasure.

„Fuckin‘ hell, baby. Already squeezing me, huh? Want to milk me dry?“

„Uh huh.“ you nod your head at him, your hand cupping his cheek, pulling him for a kiss.

Joel keeps fucking you, starting to vary between short, quick thrusts and then some harder ones. Sweet moans falling from your lips, a sharp cry as he just hits that sweet spot in you, one that you didn‘t even know about existed—„Yea? S’that your spot?“ His lips giving you hickeys everywhere—on your neck, chest and even on your tits. You were overwhelmed with pleasure, not expecting your first time to be this good. But you knew it was because of joel, his calculated moves, his experience, his words.

„Can feel you already getting close, angel. Gonna be a good girl for me and cum?“ he asks you breathless, his hand going down your cunt and finding your clit once again, starting to rub circles. You nod your head to him, feeling the pleasure already in your tummy—ready to snap. „Oh, I know, I know. There we go.“ You felt Joel shift in you, his cock giving you a few harder thrusts before concentrating on that spot in you, his hips slowing down, giving small and gentle thrusts. With that you throw your head back, because that was exactly what you needed, you gush around his cock, your legs locking in and your breath almost stopping. He doesn‘t let up, moving through your orgasm, his back full of nail prints of you holding on to him.

„That‘s it, angel. that‘s it. Atta girl.“

And while you are still experiencing the aftershocks of your release, Joel kisses you, lovingly. It takes you by surprise and for a moment you can‘t kiss him back, so he chuckles and breaks it off, giving you a loving peck on your forehead. „You doin‘ good?“

„Hm, feels good. Thank you for taking your time with me.“ He chuckles once more.

„You kidding? You don‘t have to thank me, silly girl. Your mine now. We take it at whatever speed you need.“ he softly tells you, making you giggle and almost tear up at how cute he was being to you. How careful, how comforting and how sweet. You‘ve never had that before, with anyone. And you are grateful for not listening to all of the other people who told you he was going to treat you like shit because of his age. But maybe it was his age that made him this soft, this careful. Maybe he already made so many mistakes in his life that now he can do everything right.

„One more? C’mon hon. C‘mon now.“

„I‘m sensitive, Joel.“ you pouted at him, earning a coo from him.

„s‘even better. Gonna feel lot more that way. Can feel you still clenching on my cock. You don‘t want to leave your little cunt all needy now, huh?“

The way he was using those filthy words made your head spin, he was good. He knew how to talk and how to make you want to get fucked again. So you smirked, starting to softy grind yourself on his cock, him taking that as a ‚yes‘ to start thrusting into you once more.

Your head was clouded, your pussy sensitive as Joel fucked you and fucked you. Already feeling his orgasm coming closer too. He could feel the clenching in your cunt, knowing it was a lot for you because you were so sensitive. Your face looked fucked out, strings of hair sticked on your face, because it you wet from the sweat, but just like with him. His hair was already dropping droplets of sweat down your body, you sweet, beautiful body. He wished he could kiss you everywhere, every day and suckle every inch of your skin. He didn‘t know how lucky he had gotten.

„Joel—so sensitive.“ your whining made him concentrate on your face, a little pout displayed, tears already starting to form in your eyes. His poor baby.

„My poor, baby. I know, angel. Just a bit more yea? Taking it so well for me.“

And on top of that he returned his thumb with your clit again, rubbing the poor nub, making you cry out into the room, hide yourself in his neck— „Shh, shh, that’s it.“ And he just hushed you, knowing it‘s so much for you, knowing that you‘ve just lost your virginity and he is already overstimulating you. His thrusts sped up, getting sloppy, feeling his orgasm near and he wanted to make you cum once more before giving you rest. His sweet girl was already tired, just holding on to him waiting for him to cum and make her cum.

The sensitivity turned into pleasure in matter of seconds, you mewled, eyes glossy you looked at him with a pleading look—to make you cum and make the aching go away. That was what all it took for him to finally release. Spurts and spurts of cum filling the condom, his hips not stopping with irregular thrusts and his finger rubbing you raw.

„C‘mon baby, cum with me.“ all that while biting back a moan, trying his best to still thrust into you even tho his balls were emptied, sensitivity rushing trough his shaft. And as he pinched your clit, you cried into the room. Moan after moan as your body completely shook, this time having the most powerful orgasm of all. Joel was satisfied, pumping a few more times gently into you before slipping out, letting you catch your breath.

You were so incredibly beautiful. All fucked out, breathing heavy, the moon shining trough the window and landing on your wet body. Everywhere just marked with his hickeys and bites, he knew they are going to stay on your body for a few weeks. And most importantly he was proud to be the one that took your virginity, that claimed you, made you cum and made you feel taken care of. And as his sweet girl almost drifts off to sleep, Joel sneakily comes back from the bathroom with a warm towel, gently lifting your leg and rubbing your thighs with the cloth, making you whine incoherently to him, bubbling something about being sensitive and then, closing your eyes again. Drifting somewhere far. So cute.

„All done, angel. You did so well for me, my good girl. I love you so much.“ he whispered one last time into your ear, before wrapping you up in blankets and laying down with you, slowly also drifting to sleep. Happy and satisfied.

PHEW.. we all need a Joel in our life‘s. Am i right?🫩

Keep in mind please, that english isn‘t my first language. I try to proofread everything as much as possible but if you notice any mistakes—please let me know!!!

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Cherry pie

Pairing: Oldman!joel miller x f!reader

Summary: After countless dates with a boy, you know that next time you’re going to sleep with him. But you’re way too inexperienced. So what better way is there than showing up at Joel Miller’s door with cherry pie in hand, and asking if he’s willing to help you out?

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, oldman!joel, dom!joel, both reader and Joel are kinda unhinged, slight pervy!joel, tiny bit of mean!joel but he is a softie, cheating (also not? bc reader is not together with that boy), inexperienced!reader, girthy age gap! (61 and 24), praise kink, slight degradation, breeding kink (?), oral m!receiving, pinv, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, fingering, riding, size kink, outbreak, tiny bit of thigh riding

A/N: oh my gosh that old, dirty man is back at it again. I missed him, I hope yall did too😌

Your fingers tapped nervously on the plate beneath the cherry pie. The sweet scent was almost unbearable, but giving up wasn’t an option—not after that time you spent searching for ingredients outside of Jackson.

The sun dipped low behind the trees and it was nearly evening. The timing was perfect for some pie, and you were sure Joel would love it.

His house sat on the quieter edge of Jackson, marked by a ‘Miller’ mailbox, a wooden porch, and a dried-out garden. (You couldn’t blame him though, he was working way too hard to keep up with his garden.)

Three knocks.

“Hi.” You greeted him, a smile tugging on your lips. His eyebrows quickly furrowed—just as you know him. Joel looked exhausted. His green flannel dirty, hair messy and dirt stained boots. He just came back from work.

“Whatcha doin’, girl?” His voice hoarse, deep. Sending shivers down your spine.

And you knew this was a bad idea. Heck, asking Joel—your mentor, your teacher and someone who took care of you countless times—to show you how to give someone a blowjob was embarrassing.

But you didn’t know how else to learn. You were way too inexperienced—no enough friends to ask, no porn, no education in this town.

And after your last time, having to interrupt a heavy make out session with that one boy who works at the day care, you needed desperate help for next time.

“Bought you cherry pie.”

His eyes lingered over the pie for a moment, then landed on your body—following the curve of your skin up and down, lingering far too long on the red crop top you were wearing.

“Made me pie, eh? It’s cold outside. Come on in.” He opened his door wide, a hand coming to the small of your back and letting you in—lingering a bit longer than usual.

From the inside, his house was cosier—the last bits of sunlight spilling from the windows, painting everything into a golden haze. His furniture, old and rugged like him, was scattered with soft pillows and a few photos here and there. And of course, his beloved wooden carved animals, carefully crafted, sat in every corner, quietly collecting dust.

You carefully place the pie on his kitchen counter, nervously biting the inside of your cheek.

Joel already pulls out two forks, one for you and one for him. “Now what do we have here.”

You knew he adored your pies. Sometimes you’d bake him two or even three, and he’d devour every last bite—but only after he’d done something in return. Whether it was fixing something around your apartment or bringing you something from patrol, there was always a little exchange involved.

“What’s the matter with you? Why the face?” he asks, and your heart leaps, suddenly remembering why you came. He already took a generous bite of cherry pie, a smear of filling resting messily at the corner of his mouth.

“Just—uhm. Can you do me a little favor?”

“A favor? Should’ve known. Y’never bring that old man pie without wanting any favors.”

You giggle quietly, also taking a bite of pie.

“What is it this time, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart.

The first time he called you that was when you were together on patrol. He taught you how to use a sniper, his hand landing gently on your shoulder, squeezing softly when you did well. Or when you helped him fix your light—tools in your hand, his voice calling you a good girl when you handed him the right ones.

Or when he had you creaming around his fingers. After giving him his pie, quietly, on your couch. Leaving small kisses on your neck, the other hand rubbing your nipples through your shirt, telling you how good you are for him.

And a ‘this can’t happen again.’ leaving you with wanting more.

So, you weren’t sure if you were here because of that boy or because of Joel. Because, admittedly, you have been aching for his touch since then.

“Cat got ya tongue?” He interrupts your thoughts with a quick snap of fingers. “My back is fuckin’ killing me. Let’s sit down on the couch, then you can tell me about that little favour of yours.”

Before you can answer him, he pulls out two plates, carefully puts one slice for you and two slices for himself, and then walks to his living room with them.

You take a deep breath.

Walking into the living room, you see him sitting there—already one of the slices gone—as he starts on the other. You gently make your way to him, sitting down next to him. He takes his fork with pie and brings it to your mouth, making you giggle and take it, a coo leaving his lips.

“C’mon, say it,” he urges, nudging you. Your mind spins with all the ways this could end.

Either he’ll react well—just as you know him—and help you, or he’ll make you leave his house and never contact him again.

You start, “So there is a boy.” And you can see him clenching his jaw tight, fork leaving his hand as his eyebrows furrow.

“That so?”

“Mhm. And I—I don’t know how to ask you this but—“

You look down, your fingers fidgeting with each other, heart thudding in your chest like it’s about to break out.

“Spit it out, kid.” He sighs, sets the plate down, and turns his body toward you—making it now impossibly more difficult for you.

“I—I want to do things with him. But i’m kinda too inexperienced.” Your cheek heat up while you’re talking, your gaze falls down not wanting to look into his disturbed face. The air in the room now feeling impossibly thick.

After an awkward silence you peak up to Joel, who is just looking at you. You can’t tell if it’s disbelief or disgust. Or maybe something in between.

“Jesus christ, girl.” He mutters out. “And what do you want me to do? Hold your hand while you’re getting dicked down?”

Your eyes widen, a gasp leaving your lips at his wording.

“Oh my god—no, no. That’s not what I meant.” Well, what you meant might be just a little bit worse than what he interpreted it as.

“Just—ya know…maybe show me how to give a blo—“

“Nah.” He interrupts you swiftly, shaking his head. “Not happenin’”

You sigh, defeated. Not only did you feel embarrassed, but you probably just ruined your almost perfect relationship with him. Joel took a pillow, mumbling something under his breath, and placed it over his lap. Your eyes perked up at that—he was hard. And he was trying to hide it.

“B-but, you also showed me something else the other time. Wouldn’t be that the same?”

He sighs. “Baby, you ain’t comin’ here dressed like that, bringing me cherry pie and asking me to give you sex ed.”

“Y’know I ain’t got anyone else.” You pout—maybe that’ll help. “And besides, you told me to come to you whenever I needed something right?”

“Christ,” he groans, rubbing his forehead. “Just can tell you how it’s done, yea? Nothin’ more.”

You hesitate. Hearing it out loud would be more awkward than him simply showing you. His eyes leave no room for choice, so you give a small nod.

“Comin’ here asking me how to blow someone.” He shakes his head, in disbelief.

“Heyyy, Joel—I don’t know how else to learn okey? I don’t want to embarrass myself.” You whine.

“S’fine.” He grumbles under his breath, sitting up straight. “Y’start by teasing.”

His eyes land on your tits.

“Show ‘em. Every boy will appreciate it.”

Your cheeks flush red.

“Then you get on those pretty knees. Take it out, give it some love.”

You ask, curious. “How do I give it some love?”

“Can’t serve everything on a silver spoon can I?” Grumpy, annoyed—making you amused. The pout from earlier starts to form again, you give him a pleading look.

He sighs once again. “Give kisses first. From top to bottom. Stroke gently.” And you notice how the tip of his ears are red.

“And the rest is pretty much self explanatory, ain’t it sweetheart?”

You look at him, the curiosity not letting up. As if you had no clue of the world, wanting him to explain it to you in every single detail. And you were so amused at how flushed and annoyed he was getting.

“God damn, girl. Open them lips, wrap them around and go up and down.”

“How fast?”

“Just how fast that person likes.” He shruggs.

“How do I know how fast that person likes it?” And it’s laughable at how dumb you were making yourself seem, but seeing him grip the pillow over his crotch tighter, his cheeks flushed and sweat dripping from his forehead—it was worth every single second.

“I let my girls know when I gather their hair in my palm and push them faster down.”

Your breath hitches, his girls.

“Then I buck my hips into their mouth,” he continues.

All this time, you thought Joel was a miserable, lonely man with no relationships whatsoever. Embarrassment washes over you as you think about how you believed you were the only one he liked—and that when he fingered you, you were special. You came here to get educated—no, you came here to seduce him. And that was the plain truth.

“Got that in your pretty little head?” He asks you, suddenly pinching your chin between his fingers and making you look at him.

You wanted him to push your head down and buck his hips against you.

“Not really.”

“You’re getting on my last nerves.” He grumbles before putting the pillow away and revealing his bulge. Your eyes land on it, as he zips down his pants, looking at you. His eyes darkening.

“C’mon. That brain of yours had to take some sort of information, right?”

His eyes land on your tits.

You quickly nod, pushing your crop top up quicky, revealing your breasts to him. You hear a groan leaving his chest, then a chuckle.

“Good, that’s what I like to see.” His hand finds your chest, fingers squeezing, then pinching your nipple. “Now what do we do?”

“Get on my knees.”

“Atta girl. Get on those knees.”

He doesn’t need to tell you twice when you slide down the couch and kneel in front of his bulge. Nodding, he gently pulls his hard one out of his boxers.

You almost start to drool at the sight.

He was so big. And he was pulsing. Red mushroom head, precum dribbling from the slit and decorated with veins from bottom to top.

“Now, what did we say?” He asks, his hand gently pumping himself up and down, while your eyes follow.

“Give it some love.”

Your hands shakily grab his cock, looking small compared to his length. Stroking up and down, looking up to him with doe eyes and placing kisses on every inch while you listen to Joels groans.

“That’s it.” He gathers your hair into his palm, forming a loose ponytail to keep it from falling in your face. “A man should always do this, yea? Not let you do all the work.”

Your cheeks heat up again, his eyes lock into yours as you nod. There was a warmth spreading inside your panties. You had already difficulties taking his fingers last time, you wonder how it’ll be if you took his cock.

“Wanna take him into my mouth.” You mumble.

He coos. “‘course ya do. C’mon then. Show me how good you listened.”

“Up and down.” You nod. “Hm, up and down, that’s right.” He answers.

You open your lips, hand gently stroking up and down his dick. Slowly, you wrap your mouth around his tip, hearing him shudder in response.

You try different things out. Swirling around, getting deeper, pulling out and giving small kitten licks. All the while Joel groans your name, and without noticing, your ponytail wrapped in his fist, he moves your head—slow, deliberate—up and down his length.

“Just like that. Y’learning fast.”

The pleasure in your abdomen getting unbearable. You feel yourself soaking through your panties as you start grinding your hips against the heel of your foot.

“Would ya look at that.” He chuckles, his hand going faster.

And as Joel’s movements get messier, he dives your head down until a gag rises sharp in your throat. You cough, and he pulls out quickly, watching your face closely.

“Deep breaths, deep breaths, baby.” He carefully tries to calm you down, and while you try to breath normal again, he starts apologising: “I’m sorry, sweetheart. That should’ve not happen. Got too lost in the pleasure.”

“S’okey.” You smile lazily to him, drool hanging from the sides of your face, lips swollen red. You looked too beautiful for your own damn good right now. And Joel wants nothing more to take you right then and there.

“I think that’s enough for today. You already learned how to use your mouth. I’m sure you’ll do good.”

Disappointment washes down your face. You sit there looking up to him with pleading eyes. The throbbing in your cunt unbearable and the urge to take care of him way too big.

He slips the edge of his shirt over his thumb and brushes the drool from your mouth, slow and careful.

“Pretty girl. You let that boy treat you well, yea? Or else.” He mumbles, but your eyes are only on his wet, aching cock.

The boy was forgotten, and Joel could see it in your hazy, fucked-out eyes. You were needy—needy to be touched—and he wished he could just take you, right on his couch. But he made that mistake once. He couldn’t let it happen again.

You move before you even realize it, climbing onto his lap and settling on one of his thighs. His hard cock grazes your skin, and he takes his time looking at you—your lips, your tits.

“Oh angel, we can’t.” A breath leaves his mouth.

You lean in and start kissing him—his cheek, his neck—fingers stroking through his hair as you suckle on his collarbones. His hands find your waist, gripping tight. One hand cups your breast, pinching your nipple. And before you even realize it, your hips are grinding against his thigh.

“Why?” You ask, laying your head against his chest, moving your hips in a slow rhythm.

“I would ruin you.” He answers, “And people in this town would kill us.”

“But you’re just teachin’ me something. Nobody has to know.”

A groan leaves his lips when your hands wrap around his cock, gently stroking up and down.

“That so?”

“Hm”, you nod. “Y’still need to teach me how to take cock.”

“Jesus christ, sweetheart. When did ya get so bold, huh?”

And you want to say ‘when you left me with aching for more’ but you don’t. Instead, you focus on the pleasures building in your tummy. Grinding harder against the rough fabric of his jeans, and a whimper slipping from your lips.

Suddenly, Joel mumbles a “fuck it,” then follows with, “Pull your pants and panties down. Now.” He demands it—and you do just that, standing up and tugging everything down.

“But you ain’t gonna complain if it hurts.” His hands pull you back into his lap, making you sit down again. “All this begging and then complaining about it hurting would be pathetic, girl.”

“C’mere. You’re wet enough.” One hand touches your folds, the other holding his cock. You buckle up, his tip gliding over your folds as you release a breath.

You gently and slowly, sink down.

“Easy, easy, babygirl.” He helps you. Squeezing your hips and guiding you through. A cry leaving your lips when you fully sit down. His length stretching you, touching places you’ve never even felt before.

“S’big, yea? That’s a mans cock, baby. Not gonna gave that much satisfaction when you ride that boy.”

Your head falls to his shoulder, biting down, clenching on his cock. “So big.” A whimper falling from your lips.

“Oh I know, I know.” He whispers. “But you’ll take it, baby. Still need to teach you, don’t I?” He says it playfully. Joel knows the boy is long gone from your mind—and that you came here for one thing: to get fucked by him. There’s no denying it.

He shifts underneath you, gripping you by your thighs and thrusts two times up, leaving you breathless.

“Good?”

“Mhm. More.” And he doesn’t need to hear that twice. He starts giving you quick thrusts, altering between deep and slow, while your moans fill the room.

Your hands grip his shirt, looking at him, his eyebrows furrowed, concentrating, rough breaths leaving his mouth. Tits start to bounce up and down, while he pumps in and out of your squelching cunt.

“Ain’t the one I used to be, girl—help that old man, will you? Start moving your hips.” He groans.

Your body almost limb from the pleasure, starts moving at his request. Going up and down, circling. His hands guiding you, helping you. Biting your lips, whines filling the quiet room and as Joels body suddenly shudders, you feel it.

His cum pumping you. Spurt after spurt, filling you to the brim.

You whimper, looking down, seeing drops of cum escaping your pussy.

“Oh, that’s a good girl.” He coos. “Tightest fuckin’ cunt i’ve ever had. Made me cum in no time.”

And you’re still aching for more.

“Could’ve just go to him.” You shrug. “He would’ve at least lasted longer.”

Joel looks at you with widen eyes. The relief after his orgasm completely gone, his cheeks and the tip of his ears flushing red. Not with shame or embarrassment.

But anger.

Without a word, he grabs your hips and forces you down onto the couch beside him. Your eyes widen, hands clutching his neck as he looms over you.

“Joel, what are you doing?” You ask, with no answer. Instead, he spreads your legs and grabs his cock.

He glances down, noticing he’s still soft. After a few frustrated strokes, he mutters, “God dammit.”

You giggle.

“Find that funny, huh?” He asks and you can’t even answer before he fills you with two of his fingers, a yelp leaving your lips. “Still got my fingers, baby.”

“Joel..” You squeeze your eyes shut when he curls them, his thick fingers going in and out of you.

“M’right here, angel. Y’think that boy of yours can reach those spots huh?”

And the spots he reaches are indescribable. Your mouth falls open when he hits your g-spot over and over again. Your legs start to shake, as you feel yourself getting close.

“Look at that, y’let me cum in you so well.” He whispers, looking at the ring of sperm build around his fingers whenever he pulls them out of your cunt.

“Joeljoeljoel.” With that you clench down his fingers, hips bucking, tummy clenching, you come around his fingers with a big cry.

Before you can even come down, he’s filling you again—his cock sliding in. The stretch feels good this time, and you clutch his shoulders as he murmurs your name. Your sensitive walls tighten around him, his length still a bit soft but just firm enough to push deep.

“Takin’ it so so good, baby.” He gently whispers in your ear. His lips latch into your neck, kissing and biting. Your moans start to fill the room again, as his thrusts begin in a quick rhythm.

“Feels good, feels so good.” You whimper, and squirm around. “I know it does, I know. That boy may last longer, but he won’t give you a reason for your pussy to be swollen red.” He looks down at your cunt while saying, a thumb landing on your clit.

You can’t even listen to him as the pleasure grows in your tummy once again. “M’gonna cum, please.”

“Good, c’mon then.”

His thumb speeds up at your clit, your leg falls from the couch because of the hard thrusts. Your hands grip impossibly tight to his shoulders.

“Gonna fill you up again, show this whole town who you belong to, yea?” Your eyes get wide at that, making him chuckle. His thrusts growing sloppier and sloppier.

“Joel, please.”

“Shh, s’okey. Cum with me, baby.” And you do.

You let go. This time, it’s harder than any orgasm you’ve ever had. Your mouth falls open, silent, as Joel gives you two more hard thrusts before spilling inside you—filling you up again, his release dripping onto the couch beneath you.

He kisses your temple, your nose, your forehead while you come down. His breathing is still hard and deep just like yours, softly coming down from the hard orgasms you two just had.

He pulls out, sits up slightly and watches as his cum oozes out of you.

“Christ, all filled up aren’t you?” His fingers wander to your slit, then he gathers the cum that drips out of your hole and pushes it in with two of his fingers.

With all the exhaustion, you can only whimper.

He thrusts them in and out, thumb gently landing on your clit, just slightly grazing it and making you shudder because of the sensitivity.

“No boy, yea? You’re mine. And if that takes, that’ll prove it.” He looks at you, furrowed eyebrows. And you nod your head softly, limbs to weak to function as you lay on his couch filled to the brim while his fingers are still working inside of you.

The next orgasm rolls in quietly, soft and fleeting—just enough to leave you relaxed and sleepy. Joel lets out a quiet chuckle, then pulls you close by the waist and shoulder. You nestle your head against his shoulder, and he kisses your forehead with quiet affection.

“God damn, y’need to bring me more often pie, sweetheart.”

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 just need that old man so bad…

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[sunflloweredd]

miguel o’hara stars in… ‘THE SWEETER THE JUICE’ o(^-^)o

･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡. miguel o’hara x reader .｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･

SMUT

now he’s finally got you pregnant, he’s gonna do what he’s been dreaming of all these years. suck. those. tits.

same universe as this miguel.

cw; lactation kink, pregnancy, breeding kink (not really but yknow me), dry humping, titties, older nerd!miguel, they’re finally married!

800+ words

@cheonstapes : she’s back! again!

if miguel had to pick a part of your body he loved the most, it’d definitely be your tits.

if you think he was obsessed before — you don’t wanna know what goes through his head as he watches you waddle around his house, carrying his kid, sighing every time you leak through another shirt. you had forgone a bra ever since you got pregnant, saying how uncomfortable they feel against your chest — not that he was complaining.

“for fucks-sake, again?”

he was so used to hearing you say that, he already had a shirt on hand for you to change into. you were so grateful for your doting husband that you completely missed that nasty glint in his eyes you usually only see when he’s bending you over the bed and fucking you raw — luckily for him.

“here, honey. lift your arms for me.”

as you do, he pulls the shirt up — the soiled fabric catching under your swollen breasts as he wiggles it off you. “ah, shit — thanks, baby. but fuck, am i’m so tired of changing shirts every 10 minutes!” you might be tired, but miguel cannot get enough of it. he was already so fucking hard, practically salivating at the sight of your bare breasts still leaking down your heavy belly.

“maybe you should just ditch the shirts all together, love — you know i hate seeing my beautiful wife uncomfortable.” miguel’s voice was a soft whisper in your ear, lips slowly tracing down the side of your jaw to your sensitive neck — kissing the skin so tenderly. his calloused hands gently massaged the taut flesh of your tits, probing and squeezing at your nipples to let out small trickles of that sweet milk.

“migs, how many times are you gonna say that?”

“as many as it takes for you to finally listen.”

the breathy laugh you let out did little to qualm the feeling deep in his gut — he was dead serious, there was absolutely no reason for you to be in shirts all the time when you have him to take care of you whenever you needed a good milking. his hips were already sinking into to the plush of your ass that he loved oh-so-much — especially with how much fatter it got during your pregnancy.

it was almost as if he had lost control of his body, a hand landing on your waist to bend you over the counter as he mindlessly ruts into you. “dios, nena, eres tan hermosa. vas a ser la mamá más guapa, ¿verdad? mm, my pretty, little mama.” miguel never failed to turn you on to no bounds, like, you have a walking greek god as a husband — but those fucking hormones were making it unbearable.

the force at which he was pushing against you had shifted your drenched panties to the side, leaving practically nothing between you and his drooling bulge. his fingers tightened around the fat of your hips, squeezing the flesh delicious hard as his free hand flipped you over — pushing your back against the edge of the counter. “shit…been waiting to taste these all fucking day, honey.”

mindful of your growing belly, he hiked one of your legs up on his hip — craning his neck down to suck on a pert nipple. wasting no time, and at a much better angle, he continued to grind against you — his tip catching against your engorged clit. “m—migs, baby, fuck…” the way he swirled and sucked so eagerly reminded you of when you first started dating, how determined he was to knock you up before the two of you even moved in together.

the taste was so addicting, some of your milk trickling down his body — dripping onto the ground beneath you. you knew he was about to cum, hard — his eyes had rolled back, breathing in heavy pants, hands rushing to pull down the waistband of his sweats. “gonna paint my girls in my cum, love — sé una buena chica y mantenlos juntos para mí.”

“‘course, baby.” you nodded breathlessly, squishing the globes of fat together as he pumped his cock dry — head thrown back as ropes upon ropes of his hot seed coated your tits, sliding into the self-made crevice. “god, what did i do in my past life to have a wife as sexy as you, mamí?” his spent cock bobbed against his thigh as he trapped you against the counter — kissing you deeply as his wet hands reaching up to rub the cum into the skin of your breasts.

“mmph — y’know, i heard cum’s good for the skin. it, uh, helps with the blood circulation in your tits — i think we should do this more often, love.”

“migs, if you weren’t, like — a whole scientist, i might’ve believed you. if you want a titjob, just say that.”

“…i mean, you said it — not me.”

all your home shirts were promptly locked away and never to be seen again.

-new year, new waiting for cheon to get her shit together andpost!

[sunflloweredd]

Nothing in my mind but nerd! Miguel and titties.

I'm going back to sleep.

miguel o’hara stars in… ‘YOUR BOOBS LOOK HEAVY, LET ME HOLD ‘EM FOR YOU” ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

a/n ~ i am so downbad for nerd miguel, what the fuck. titties, titties, titties, titties, rocking everywhere! thank you nonnie!!!! love you !! creds to @nymphomatique 💗

summary; you let miguel sleep over for the first time, and it definitely won’t be the last.

wc; 1.3k+

pairings; nerd!miguel x fem!reader

cw; SMUT!!, titties, body worship basically, switch!miguel, switch!reader, reader has pierced nipples, spanking, anal play, slapping, anal fingering, breeding kink/impregnation kink, cumming in pants, cumming kinda untouched?, biting, dry humping, they’re in love idc, nawt proofread - why did this take me like a week

miguel had been such a good boy for you, making sure you passed all your exams for this semester - you decided that he deserved a little treat

you invited him over one weekend to your dorm, telling him he was allowed to sleep over

he’s never moved faster with the way he packed up his bag and ran to your dorm which is on the other side of the campus

when he got there he was all sweaty n panting heavy, it was a little pathetic how eager he was but you let him in, making sure he went a took a shower asap

to be honest, you didn’t expect it to be hard for you to keep your hands to yourself, especially when your little boytoy is walking around your dorm in that combo - grey sweats and a tight wife beater, you can even see the outline of his abs

he followed you around like a lost puppy, it was cute at least. he couldn’t go two seconds without latching onto you in some way

he was just so excited! getting to spend time with his not-yet-but-almost girlfriend, seeing you in all your natural glory. you thought you had it bad? try hiding a hard-on whilst the woman of your dreams is walking around in booty shorts and a braless cami

speaking of that, miguel could just about make out your puffy, little, nipples through the fabric of your thin shirt - hello kitty barbells piercing your nipples

fuck, he was hard. and those sweats he was wearing weren’t making it any less obvious

miguel loves your tits. period. kneading the soft flesh, sucking on then, biting them. sometimes, whenever he cums inside, he imagines them filled up with milk - he would do anything to get you knocked up

you knew how horny he was, you could be wearing a trash bag and he’d still be as smitten for you as he is every second

so you made a decision - you told him to sleep on the floor.

you almost felt bad, almost

he looked like a kicked puppy, your 6’9 almost-boyfriend pouting like a child

i mean, you gave him a pillow and a blanket at least - plus, you have heated floors. it’s not that bad

he slept right on the side of your bed, making sure to face you directly so he could watch you sleep (not in a creepy way, he just loves you T^T)

you even made sure you were hanging just a little bit over the edge of your bed, an arm hanging over the side - a silent invitation for him to hold your hand

he was sleeping fine for a good while, hands still laced tightly with yours - but he was getting restless not touching you for so long

he stood up, as quietly as his huge ass feet would let him, walking round to the other side of the bed and sliding in

it creaked loudly but you were fast asleep anyway, so he moved closer

he wrapped a beefy arm around your middle, hand coming to rest on your chest

oh. yeah, your tits.

now he was hard again

he pressed himself against you, completely spooning you, large hands sliding under your cami and groping your tits

you weren’t an idiot though, you knew this was gonna happen - having calculated every possibility before he came. you would rather die than admit you were a bit nervous about him sleeping over too

you purposely wore the cami cause you knew it would rile him up, n he always took such good care of his mommy’s pretty tits

you turned to look at him, smiling teasingly - “why’re you in my bed, hm?”

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miguel felt like he was in deep shit, he knew how easily you could flip on him despite that pretty smile. he immediately retracted his hand, stammering as he tried to sit up. “s-sorry, i just missed you. i…i couldn’t sleep, ‘n you just look so gorgeous when you sleep and i couldn’t help myself-“ god, he always talks so much. with a tight grip on his bicep, you drag him back down to the bed, pushing him down on the plush pillows as you straddle his waist.

he was so pretty beneath you. glasses laid somewhere on the floor, curly hairs framing his face. his hands gripped your ass, whining quietly as he ground up against you. “mommy…” you placed your hands on his chest, keeping him pinned to the bed as you leaned forward. he felt like he couldn’t breathe, your tits were resting just above his face, hard nipples grazing his lips. yeah, he was definitely gonna fuck a baby into you one day.

his hands moved up to your hips, squeezing the flesh before he placed a hand on your upper back pulling you down completely. miguel’s tongue snaked out to lick at your hard nipples, the sensation of the cold barbells on his tongue making his hips jerk up against the crotch of your tight shorts. “shit...when d’you get them pierced?”

you rolled your eyes, lifting up your shirt and grabbing the back of his head - pushing his mouth to your tit, grinding salaciously against his clothed cock. “none of your fuckin’ business. if you wanna suck on my tits, then shut up and suck.” you didn’t have to tell him twice.

he sucked hard, unable to resist imagining them filled up with milk, all swollen and heavy, you round with his kid- SMACK. his head whipped to the side, lips slipping off your spit-soaked nipple as he stared up at you in shock. his cheek was stinging, but his cock was straining even harder against the fabric, twitching as his face thrummed with pain. “stop thinkin’, and suck harder. you should even be grateful i’m lettin’ you sleep here, so worship mommy’s tits like you mean it.”

miguel grasped your ass once again, large hands digging into the flesh as he caressed your soft skin through your skimpy shorts, sneakily pulling the waistband down as he ran his fingers down to your cunt. ‘course you were wet, slick staining his sweats. he collected some on his fingers, dragging it back up to your puckered hole, thrusting two wet fingers inside as other hand controls your movements.

“f-fuck, wait, you dickhead.” he continued to suckle on your breasts, flicking and teasing your nipples, tugging on the barbell’s softly as his fingers sped up. your body was quivering in pleasure, his free hand spanking your ass occasionally whenever you would pull yourself away from his mouth - massaging the reddened flesh soothingly afterwards.

his mouth and tongue were downright sinful. the sensation racking over your whole body as your orgasm steadily approached, the swirling fire in your lower belly lighting up. you weren’t the only one, though. miguel was hardly keeping himself together, thick thighs trembling as he tried to keep himself from spilling out his cum in his boxers, the tip of his cock peeking out of his waistband. all he wanted to do was see you writhe in pleasure, see that beautiful face of yours glowing in ecstasy after your release.

you would always let out this adorable, whiny moan when you were close, lips parting, small breathy pants - he knew you better than he knew himself. he was more motivated than ever, fingers moving a bruising speed, tongue relentless. he tugged on your piercing hard, a hand coming to rub your engorged clit through your thong. “m-miguelll - shit, baby - ugh.” creamy liquid coated your panties, not your cum - but his. the red tip spurting out thick loads all over his stomach, the sticky mess tangling with his happy trail ‘n pooling in his navel.

“t-thank…fuck- thank you, mommy.”

you pushed him back to the floor, curling up in the blankets - cheeks heating up as you muttered. “yeah, whatever. shut the fuck up and go to sleep.”

“goodnight, sleep well p-pretty.”

“…night, miguel.”

yeah, you were falling for him - hard.

- my titties are small but he’d hold them like they weighed the world

[sunflloweredd]

something new

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader

rating: explicit (18+)

cw: smut, afab!reader, fluff :3, grinding/dry humping, pussy-job, creampie, 'outercourse', soft boyfriend!mig

w/c: ~2k

a/n: rewrite of my old fic bc i need it with miguel. if you read it before ignore it ;^) mig looks like this fanart by @xynnoix

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You’re lounging on the sofa, legs resting in Miguel's lap and sitting in comfortable silence, when you decide to proposition him.

“I saw this video online and…I wanna try something with you.” He briefly looks up from his spider-pad, attention perked at your soft-spoken voice.

You beam at him from across the couch, an innocent smile slapped on your face as your lashes bat nicely against the tops of your cheeks.

Miguel simply shakes his head dismissively, “Cariño, we’re not doing any more MMA techniques.” He swiftly turns his attention back to his work, pointedly ignoring your childish pout. “You got hurt last time, remember?”

You let out an exaggerated sigh, “First, I didn’t even twist my ankle during the match! I literally slipped down the stairs when we left the training area. Secondly, that’s not even what I’m talking about!” 

“Ok, then what is it? WWE moves?” He asks teasingly, eyes still focused on the screen.

“Actually…I wanna try outercourse-- i-is that how you say it?” You talk about it so casually that he doesn't even realize what you’re saying until he plays it back in his head a few times. The finger that was working through several urgent emails slows down as you continue to ramble. 

“...Like pussy-jobs and grinding, I think. I don’t exactly know the technical terms that are involved, but it looked hot–” Your voice tapers off when you realize he’s looking at you.

His darkened gaze concentrates on your thighs that are unintentionally rubbing together as you recall your new interest. 

You know that look. His glaze-over eyes, furrowed brows, and tense body mean one thing: he’s interested too. 

Despite how worked up he is, Miguel manages to gently place his tablet on a side table before slowly wrapping his fingers around your ankles on his lap.

“So you want me to fuck you without actually fucking you?” 

“Y-yes...?”

He hums, turning his whole body to face you.

He fluidly pulls your body down to lay flat on the couch in front of him, barely leaving any room for him to sit. You feel his hand tap the side of your thigh.

“Open up for me, baby.”

Your loose shorts hike up your thighs as you obediently spread your legs for him, kneesbending to make space for him to scoot closer to you. The pale pink fabric displays a dark splotch over your center, evidence of your arousal and lack of underwear underneath. Miguel tauntingly raises an eyebrow when he notices.

“Aw, is your pussy already leaking for me?” Your breath stutters as he lightly glides his finger over your covered cunt.

“J-just a little.” Your thighs threaten to close when you feel him prod shallowly against your entrance. He groans, noticing how his movements encourage your slick to soak through the flimsy fabric of your shorts. 

You whine as you feel him pull away.

“Such a juicy slut for me.” He rasps, pushing himself closer to you so his head hangs over yours. Your head swims when you breathe in his comforting scent, he's so close, but you need him closer. Your body instinctively attempts to press up against him.

“Gimme a kiss, cariño.” 

You immediately obey, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your legs over his waist, effectively pulling his warmth into your space. He leans in and gently brushes his lips against yours, taking time to breathe you in as your gaze locks with his. 

A breath is caught between you as you gaze into each other’s eyes, drinking each micro-expression on your face. Miguel lets out a soft sigh, "You're gorgeous."

And the intense mood breaks. 

You pull away to lightly giggle into his chest, a soft blush blooming from the edge of your neck to the tops of your cheeks. He matches your smile, watching with amused eyes as you react to his flattery.

Somehow he can still make you feel unbearably giddy despite the months you’ve been dating. 

You look back up with a crooked smile, “You’re pretty too, Spider-Man.” 

Miguel dips his head in and captures your lips in his. He’s gentle at first, slowly savoring your lips with small nips and caresses. He runs the tip of his tongue over the edge of your bottom lip, trailing a line over the sensitive skin, then pushing further against your mouth.

You whine when he licks into your mouth, coaxing your tongue to mingle with him, to taste your mixed flavor of lust.

Your back arches when he presses a finger flush against your throbbing clit. it simultaneously sends warm ecstasy down your legs and up your spine, and you can feel your center pulsing, craving more. 

Miguel leaves your mouth as he moves further up the couch to fit himself between your thighs. His forearms support his weight next to your shoulders as he gently lets his hips rest against yours. You can already feel his stiff cock twitching persistently between your bodies.

“Is this okay?” He asks, voice husky as he considers you under him.

Your eyes blearily blink up at him before you give him a shy nod, already looking thoroughly fucked out with your mussed hair and pink lips. He experimentally pushes down against you and starts to grind himself into your body with controlled strokes. 

The rough texture of his jeans digs deliciously into your softness, barely subdued by the thin fabric of your shorts. Pleasure zips up your spine as he involuntarily ruts against your clit with each shove of his hips. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, attempting to smother your cries into his skin.

“This what you wanted?” He growls, body hot and heavy against yours. 

You feel yourself grow infinitely wetter, warmth spreading over your inner thighs. You whine as he twitches against you, your body hypersensitive to everything around you.

“Mm, fuck.” He feels your slick slowly travel through the thickness of his jeans. 

He can barely hear your wrecked voice over the sound of his jeans rubbing over you and the couch rocking against the wooden floors.

“Wait.” 

His hips stutter to a stop, “Wait?” Miguel's eyes look worried as he searches your face, wondering if something went wrong.

“I-I just want more.” You bite your lip nervously as you stare back at him, feeling guilty that you scared him.

The tension in his body slacks quickly, like cool water rushing down his back. “More?”

You nod sheepishly, “Uh-huh.” 

He climbs off of you and kneels on the floor to your side, “Ok, can you show me?” His voice is soft and patient as he speaks to you.

He watches as you shove your hips upwards to tug off your shorts before throwing them to the side. You do the same with your tank top, then settle back into the couch cushions.

Your legs squeeze together as your sensitive nipples tighten when exposed to the cool air. You look over at Miguel who’s admiring your bare body next to you, “You too.” He immediately pulls off his shirt and shoves down his jeans before rejoining you. 

Miguel kneels on the couch and pushes your legs up to reveal your dripping pussy, leaking messily from your rutting session a few minutes ago. He slaps himself over your warmth, spreading your slick over your cunt and watching it drip down to your ass.

“Such a pretty pussy.”

Before you know what’s happening, he positions himself against your entrance and tries to push into your cunt, tip slowly slipping into you with ease. He groans as your cunt instinctively sucks him in, walls fluttering as he begins to stretch you. 

 “No–wait, that’s not what we’re doing!” You simultaneously scoot away and squeeze your legs together once you catch on to what’s happening. 

“What-”

“Outside, Mig, remember? Only outside.” You push up and lean against the couch arm, hair poofed adorably around you. “Here, I’ll show you. Lay down where I was.” You direct, moving off the couch to give him enough room.

“Okay.” He takes your place, cock bobbing with his movements as it stays desperately hard for you. You bite your lip as your eyes trace the happy trail that graces his lower stomach. God, he's delicious.

You straddle yourself over his hips, admiring how delectable he looks below you, hot and ready for you to climb on. He watches you with anticipation as you position yourself his erection that rests against his stomach. 

His breath hitches when you sit your full weight onto him, the pressure makes him throb against the seam of your cunt. You experimentally rub yourself against the silken skin of his cock, barely holding yourself up on your knees to make it easier to move. He groans as you spread your warmth over his cock and the bottom of his muscled torso. 

“So wet for me, baby.” He looks up at you with heavy eyes, his top lip barely covering his protruded fangs. His hand squeezes the top of your thigh when you lock eyes.

A small piece of your hair sways over his forehead with each movement of your hips. As you grind over him, the head of his cock nudges delectably against your clit causing you to clench around nothing every time it hits you.

You pathetically puff out breaths as your stomach tightens in heat, eyes already threatening to roll to the back of your head. Lewd wet sounds lick between your bodies as you fluidly slick yourself against him.

Your thighs shake as you get closer to the edge, hips slowing down as the white-hot pleasure ripples through your body. Miguel licks his lips and takes initiative, canting his hips upwards in sync with yours, slipping himself more firmly against you.

He pulls your arms off of his chest and gathers them behind your back. Your spine arches prettily for him, ass stuck out behind you. In this position, you’re forced to surrender yourself to every push of his hips and slip of his cock.

It’s electrifying. You cry out when your orgasm pulls you under its firey wave. Your thighs clench around his hips as your body trembles above him. The sparks refused to flicker off as Miguel continues to rut against you, body tenses as he meets his end as well.

He thrusts one final glide of his cock through the soaked petals of your cunt before abruptly pushing into you, overwhelming your senses with the painfully exquisite sensation of being stretched all at once.

He growls as your warmth wraps around him, fluttering prettily as he shoves himself deep inside.

He stutters inside of you, pushing himself incredibly deep inside of you as he cums and cums, filling you to the brim. A satisfying warmth pools at the bottom of your stomach as he paints your walls, soothing your weak body as it recovers from your orgasm.

You collapse onto Miguel's body, ignoring how unbearably hot it is as your bodies try to cool down. His heart beats heavily next to yours and everything slows down. He hums under you, gently stroking a hand against your back .

You don’t know how long you lay there, enjoying each other’s company, but you're half awake by the time Miguel gets up, with you, boneless, in his arms. 

“How does a bath sound, mi vida?” You lazily look up at him as he carries you to the bathroom with ease. His voice is still so...sultry.

“Am just I weak or something?” Your voice rasps harshly, “How are you not fighting the urge to pass out right now?”

He nuzzles his face into your body, pecking a kiss against your sweat-stick throat. “I could actually go again if you'd like..."

[sunflloweredd]

Papa! You're late!

Soccer Family! Miguel x wife! Reader

WARNING: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Smut. Married couple smut, P in V, Rimjob (F! receiving), heavy dirty talk in spanish, a sprinkle of degradation, rough sex, use of toys, heavy touching, anal stimulation, misuse of appliances, dom!/sub undertones, clothes tearing, spanking, mild biting, mating press, doggy style, fluff towards the end, mention of aftercare, needy Miguel, needy Mama, raunchy praising, soft Miguel.

Summary: You get Miguel too busy to fetch the kids on time.

A/N: Hello, hello! First of all, thanks for your patience, life finally allowed me some respite :') and to celebrate we've reched 500+ followers in this wee accocunt, here's this baby for the Soccer Family! Comments, reblogs or whatever much appreciated tehee :> .

Another tick tack from the clock in his wrist only made his knuckles turn whiter. He was sure his nails would leave crescent moon shapes in the steering wheel’s foam cover. But how could he not? The time was stretching far too long for his impatient likings and the ache in between his muscled thighs just turned unbearable by every goddamn second. Yet, despite the biting need clawing and gnawing at his insides, he knew the wait would be worth it.

Saturdays and Sundays were his days off from Alchemax. Weekends were untouchable, an accord the higher ups in the multinational had respected so far, and they better keep honoring their word, or else he wouldn’t be here. Waiting in the red light, trying to make some time for you and your Saturday’s late morning routine. 

At eight everyone in the O’Hara household would be up, At eight forty, breakfast was served by your precious and talented hands. At nine thirty everyone would help to clean up after breakfast. At ten, the kids would be ready to leave for their extra curricular activities. And it was Papa’s turn to deliver the packages safe and sound. First stop was Gabriella at the school league team’s soccer field for her weekend’s practice. 

A fond smile drew in his lips upon imagining you getting the tools for Saturday's cleansing, probably you’d finally get to use that spinning mop you recently bought and bragged over before bed. Around ten forty he’d drop Benjamin in his playdate with Mayday.

Bless his best friend for sparing him some mercy and giving some time for himself. Parenthood was a mined battlefield and both men knew it. But who really took the prize as his favorite person of the day was Gabriel, or Uncle Gabe as Benji now called him, for taking his little Rosita Fresita out on a pampering day. 

He’d definitely talk to you about the recent shift in Rosie’s preference when it came to Gabriel. His own daughter asked her beloved uncle to take her everywhere whenever he visited with grabby hands, and although jealousy fit him too obvious, right now, he could even buy Gabriel a bottle of his favorite mezcal for the well-timed favor.  

The clock ticked eleven thirty. Traffic evaded him like the plague once he crossed that red light, as if knowing the endeavour he had ahead. For once, everything around him cooperated into giving him what he wanted. Spoiling him even with perfectly timed green lights. 

She’ll start the laundry soon.

His mind repeated and a smirk that promised nothing good stretched wider into his lips, scaring a distracted passenger in their car after they stared for too long his way. Pure wickedness irradiated from every pore, his mind already working like a perfectly oiled machine into bearing the most sinful things a doting husband could do to his ever loving and pretty little wife. 

An impatient growl heaved through his chest as soon as the familiar neighborhood came into sight. The oak trees adorning the streets were a green and brown blur, same for the houses that were now blotches of abstract shapes the more he pressed the accelerator.

His nails dug once more into the wheel’s foam when his two floored beige and navy blue house finally appeared. His adam's apple bobbed, –a bit painful, like the wait gurgling in his guts, when his car stopped and his trembling fingers removed the keys from the slot. He was home. 

Like a hungry hound, his nose took a deep whiff in the air. Cleaning products tickled his brain with pleasant sensations as a welcome, he took another whiff and the summer breeze scented air freshener came into his list when he stepped in the kitchen. His nostrils dilated, taking the final inhale he needed. 

There you are. 

Those lavender and vanilla Downy beads you always used in the clothes couldn’t hide your scent. That flowery and nearly saccharine smell that said its goodnights every day whenever you cuddled him, was now guiding him through the living room, straight to the laundry area.

The soft tunes of a catchy song you hummed just confirmed him you were there, smelling like sin, unaware of his intentions, luring the danger oh too close for comfort. 

Months without you in his hands, without him destroying your mind and body with caresses and breathtaking kisses almost killed him. Life had been too busy to the point that both were too tired and moody to even get into action. And just when you both thought things would finally go from start to finish, either one of you fell asleep. 

But now, there were no kids, no mundane tasks, no roles to fulfill, no interruptions from life that stood in his way to have you the way he needed. Pleading for mercy, writhing and- 

“Miguel?” 

Your ever sweet voice called him, and all control snapped. Something so primal and raw that had his groin aching, rumbled through his chest in a needy growl, begging him to be released. Especially when he saw you on your tiptoes, dipping and bending further into the washing machine to reach a rebel blouse stuck around the agitator. 

Your ass (a mighty one if he added), was before him, dressed in those cotton pants, –his pants, that sunk in between your ass cheeks a bit too perfect for his already salivating mouth, outlining the perfect globes of flesh he loved reddening with his hands as they bounced against him. But also giving him the only hint he needed to know. 

You weren’t wearing any underwear. 

But it was when you nearly tipped inside the machine as you cursed, granting him the complete picture of your rear, that all remnants of control abandoned him in a go. 

Being the behemoth sized man he was, Miguel stood behind you in two strides, his chest rose as if he had run a marathon, gulping and looking like a famished man before the unsuspecting feast presented to him on a silver plate. 

A little too late you felt a familiar big hand trembling, wrapping around your nape. Tangling ever softly and gently on the chunks of hair in that region. Pulling your head back, earning him a surprised yelp as your back arched and your chin tipped upwards to meet his ravenous gaze. 

“Mig-”

There was no time to even finish his name. His mouth crashed on yours, devouring bit by sacred bit your open mouth, as if his brain urged him to remember the taste of your moans, your breath, how your tongue slid against his in a poor attempt to fight him back. But his coiled, twirled and lured yours out from your swollen and flush lips to suck it. 

Each moan you gifted him with only made him press his hips impossibly close to yours, pinning you against the metal edge from the washer, trapping you between it, his hips, legs and the growing hard on pressing against the crack of your ass. Grinding in a tortuous pace that only had your hips grating back. 

Yet a breathless whine made his lips stop, letting a fine, almost imperceptible thread of saliva joining your mouth to his.

“Fuck..” you gasped, with droopy eyes staring his way as he licked it clean. There was no need for questions, not when the kiss alone announced his intentions without an ounce of shame. “H-Hey.” 

His hand never left your nape, nor his hips abandoned their mighty cornering. His other free limb though, snaked upwards the warm and soft curve of your stomach, reaching underneath your t shirt, earning a pleasant growl when his fingertips trapped the hardening nub of your breast in between them, alternating in between giving soft pinches and squeezing your breast all together. 

“¿Siempre eres así de traviesa?” (How come you are always this naughty?)

His hot breath fanned over the crawling skin of your neck, earning him a giggle that melted into a groan as soon as his fangs nipped over the joint of your neck and shoulder.

“Wearing nothing underneath for me.” He tugged the nipple in a teasing pull before slapping it ever softly, breathing in your gasp, “You sure it’s not intentional, preciosa?” 

“And you notice until now?” You teased, well damn knowing the consequences that would follow back. Yet you didn’t care. Not when your body melted in between your thighs, not when your REM cycle had been playing the many scrumptious scenes worthy of an AVN Award that your brain had stored of him, filling you to the brim, over and over. And definitely not when the chance finally arrived, like the hero your cunt desperately needed. 

“Pues qué maravilla.” He licked a wet trail up to your earlobe as his hand abandoned your tit and yanked the sweatpants down in a firm tug. A proper and stinging slap on your ass echoed in the laundry area, hardening your nipples on the go.

His smirk widened upon gazing briefly at the taut silhouette of the nubs, peeking underneath the shirt, greeting him. “Mira que pasearte así, con este hermoso culo al descubierto… sólo para mí…” (See you walking around, with a gorgeous ass like this, just for me...)

Miguel rolled his hips and pressed tighter against said gorgeous ass. Another gasp rumbled through your lungs and your knees trembled. 

“No tienes ni una puta idea de lo que me haces, mi reina.” (You don’t fucking  know what you do to me.) 

He growled in your ear before holding you still once more and kneeling right behind you. You gulped. Because when he used full on and foul spanish it only meant one thing. He wouldn’t leave you until you were a mess. His hand let your head go only to hold with a steely grip your hips, grounding them in a demanding push on his face. Sitting you, cheeks spread, against his mouth and nose bridge. 

“F-Fuck!” You mewled as soon as his tongue began dancing, lapping and slurping your pussy like it was his lifeline. His tongue curled and tasted, dribbled and pushed, making your toes fold, almost losing balance but that only made you drop all the weight on top of his face. And his mouth did nothing but to welcome it by giving soft and teasing nips around your puffed folds before focusing on polishing your needy cunt with his tongue. 

The sinful sounds his wet muscle did, were enough for your hands to grip each side of the washing machine’s edges with all you had, your nails almost scratched the paint as your husband ravished your pussy with his mouth. Enjoyed it like an emaciated man tasting his first meal in months, his hunger surpassing his restraint as he groaned and growled in delight with every moan he inflicted. 

However, nothing prepared you when Miguel grabbed your hips and lifted you off the ground, sending you tipping forward against the machine’s control board. In the sudden reflex and haste your fingers clumsily pressed start and the machine buzzed alive, sending a jolt through your body like a cracking whip. 

The mechanical humming had you squirming against the machine’s lid, letting your clothed tits to absorb the vibrations that teased your hard nipples. A gasp flew out of your lips as soon as he grabbed your hips and lifted you off the ground, just enough to have your toes hovering above the floor without stopping his finger from squeezing a handful of your ass to spread you further.

And just enough for him to reach a new angle with his mouth as he placed your pussy right above the corner of the machine’s vibrating revestment.

He chuckled, too amused when your cunt sought on its own that so needed stimulation against everything that provided it. His mouth however, proved to be the main purveyor of such sensations. Taking his deliberate slow time to draw a thirsty stripe from your pussy to your pulsating asshole. 

His smile darkened upon watching you accommodating yourself on the corner, your clit received the first vibrating waves of the staggering machine. Your insides clenched at the powerful hum that rocked you from head to toe.

It reminded you of the way his tongue flicked when he felt particularly hungry after a stressful day, and who were you to deny your husband such alleviation? Another filthy lick had your breath caught in your throat, and the deliciously stinging slap forced you to release it in a trembling sob. 

Miguel never allowed his tongue to stop exploring in between your cheeks, he was just accommodating his upper body in a position where his devouring would be comfortable enough to just stop to breathe, and go on for hours if he wanted. He had half your body pinned by the nape against the washer, as your lower region hovered, spread, above the floor while he ate, squeezed and toyed your ass like he knew he owned it. 

The machine however, unintentionally joined the stimulation party as it began the spinning cycle. It quivered, and its tremors did nothing but to echo directly on your clit. The humming, the soft movement that teased your soaked folds only pulled the prettiest moans he’d heard so far. A choked moan lingered in your mouth as your hand pushed his head in its place. An order to not stop. 

“Hmm-fuck!” Miguel heaved, eyes hazed and heavy with need as he stared directly in your soaked holes, quivering and constricting around nothing. Begging to be filled the only way he knew it.

His mouth watered upon the sight of your cunt, clenching the more the washer’s vibrations jolted your clit unceasingly, like an oversized vibrator. Your slick escaped in thin ribbons that stretched and stuck around your folds, your inner thighs and his tongue when he gobbled them down with a desperate whimper. 

And when his chin glistened with your juices, his fingers reached up to spread you, pulling a vicious groan. “Pero mira qué ricura de coño tienes, mi amor.” (Such a pretty pussy you have here.)

His middle and ring finger teased in slow circles around your clit, making your hips buck and interrupt the machine’s teasing, only to have your hip bone pressed once more against the trembling object. 

“¿Cuantos de mis dedos quieres dentro, hermosa?” His voice whispered in the shell of your ear, “¿Uno?” He eased one with a moan before pulling it out and licking it clean,“¿Dos?” He slid in both before you could even answer, “¿O prefieres mi boca de nuevo?” He teased, moving his fingers deeper and faster, drenching them with every pump inside. (How many of my fingers do you want inside?) (One?) (Two?) (Or you’d rather my mouth again?)

Your hands didn’t know where to land, his hair was too soft to ruin and he already deducted what you loved, and the machine was too unstable to hold on properly. Your cunt clenched once more around his pumping fingers, announcing the spark of roaring fire that burned from the very tip of your toes, upwards through your shivering legs. 

“Justo así, así quiero que estés siempre que me veas, mi reina.” He nodded before swirling his tongue on your ring of muscles and fuck it with his tongue as he groaned. “Bien pinche mojada.”  (Just like this. Exactly like this is the way I want you to be every time you look at me.) (So fucking wet.)

Every dirty syllable was just another log he tossed into the fire, your brain was already rewired for the imminent doom his voice and his mouth alone provoked. One particular quiver from the machine was the right and final finishing move your body needed to burn completely. A dragged mewl slurred out of your mouth as your cunt gushed and pulsated, while your whole body convulsed underneath his firm touch. 

He was merciful enough to not overstimulate your weeping hole, despite the hunger in him increasing tenfold with the mere sight of you coming undone, begging to be ruined. But you out of everyone knew this was just the beginning. Like a lightweight burlap bag, he tossed you, ass-bared and trembling over his shoulder as he marched like a devoted soldier to the master bedroom where duty called him. 

For once, Miguel didn’t close the door to prevent any alarming sounds to distress your children. The house was all yours. He tossed you in bed and before you could even bounce back, his hands were already taking a proper hold of your yanked sweatpants to tear them with such ease, like if he was tearing paper, leaving nothing but the elastic band around your waist holding the  now fabric in  shambles together.

“You’re so buyi–” His hand clasped around your throat, just enough to restrict your breathing and silence you with a deep kiss. 

“I’ll fucking buy you all what you want, preciosa, just shut up.” He heaved, hot against your lips before letting your neck go and finishing the tearing he started by making the rip bigger, leaving the pant’s part useless and haphazardly discarded on the sheets.

He sank in between your thighs again, His hand reached for the front bangs of your hair and pulled your head gently towards him, granting you the unholy and mouth watering sight of his lips pursing in between your folds and sucking on your clit while staring right into your soul, as if teaching you how a man ate.  Could it be better?

Absolutely.

He shook his head, his mouth open as his tongue licked in the direction he moved his head, like a paintbrush leaving nothing but pleasurable and burning strokes on your flesh, painting your pussy wetter if possible, but your eyes rolled when he plunged his tongue in that sweet and tight hole he couldn’t wait to wreck.

He didn’t bother to clean his face from your slick when he pulled out to remove his clothes –almost yanking them, if anything he’d wear it proudly like he had been marked. 

“Miguel!” You hiccuped, grasping the sheets until your knuckles turned white, as he pulled you down to his thighs, his hands didn’t dally and spread you. His eyes turned glossy, glowing with that feral need piling up to him upon watching your cunt staring back at him with soft pulses. 

He grunted as his hand circled his already sprung cock, slapping your entrance with his heady and flushed tip. The slaps only pulled mewls and gasp but greedy as he was, he needed more. So he teased you by sliding in between your outer lips, dragging a second too long against your clit, letting a bead of precum to aid him and make it even more slippery, and that almost broke you. 

“Please…” You whimpered, grinding against his tip, trying to swallow him in his righteous place. But his hand around your neck stifled another upcoming mewl. 

“¿Quieres esto? ¿Hm? Seguro que sí. Sólo mírate, tan empapada… tan lista para mi como una buena zorra desesperada por un poco de tu marido.” (You want this? Bet you fucking do. Just look at you. So wet and ready like a good desperate slut for a piece of your husband.) 

He smirked, feeling your cunt tremble as soon as those words left him while you nodded dumbly. He’d apologize later with whatever thing you’d ask him to do for calling you such, but right now he only had one thing in mind. Your absolute ruin. And frankly, you didn’t care for sensitivities when you’d finally have your insides full with him again after months of shitty and rushed self-handjobs. 

And when he sunk in? You nearly cried. Not because of the good ol’ stretch his cock alone did as he eased in slowly (a bit too slow perhaps) to feel you clenching and milking him with that obscene sucks your pussy made around him, but to have your husband back.

Both of his hands hooked underneath the back of your knees and pushed your thighs upwards, until they reached the sheets and his cock the hilt inside of you, filling you in both’s favorite position. A gorgeous mating press.

“Fuck–.” His breath shivered and his voice came like a broken yet relieved whine as yours were reduced into a choked sob, “¿Sabes lo mucho que he querido estar dentro tuyo?” (Do you know how much I’ve wanted to be inside you?)

He snapped his hips gently and ground his pelvis deeper, making his tip to twitch and graze on those spots you had missed feeling, your eyes rolled and your mouth gaped, heaving in burning need. 

“No sabes lo preciosa que te ves cuando me sientes hasta el fondo, mi reina.” (You don’t know how pretty you look when you feel me going deep.)

Your walls spasming in that rhythmic pattern, only turned his restrain to dust. The bed creaked and moaned underneath you with such powerful shakes it drowned your mewls and groans. Each thrust was harder and intense than the other, as if their only task were to make you forget about everything but his name or yours. 

The grunts and moans that heaved from his mouth were absolute raw and primal. “Just. Like. That!.” He rammed harder with every word, leaving you with little to no space to breathe, to think or assimilate the unceasing, obscene, loud and wet slap your cunt slurping him did. 

Each inch punished your insides as if they were resented for not being able to paint your insides white sooner, so they made sure you felt them. But one in particular had your eyes watering and spewing delicious tears as your mouth widened in a shameless ‘o’ in a silent scream as he ground against that spongy and fluttering spot over and over. Alternating in between making you sob and lose your head. 

Your mouth only outlined his name, but nothing but broken mewls and grunts came with every shake your bed did. Your husband fucked. Of course he made love, but he didn’t want to have you sweetly, and neither did you. The chance was too scarce to waste in romantic gestures he did for you every day. And when your nails dragged down, something snapped in his brain. 

Both of his muscled thighs caged your folded form as his hand snaked around your damp and sweaty neck, feeling each pulse underneath his squeezing hand. He kissed you like he’d go to war and never taste your lips again, he wrecked you like he was allowed to have only one in a million chance to have you again. Each thrust turned wet, borderline vulgar as you wailed and begged him to not stop.

His name on your mouth, blabbed, broken and moaned, like you were learning it for the first time ever, dissolved into a jumbled wail of words and moans when his tip poked deep enough to have your eyes rolled, overwhelmed with pleasure. Your cunt gushed once more and milked him. Your walls clamped around him in a vice-like embrace, sending a dangerous spark all over his spine. 

He had to bite his inner cheek with all his might to not cum right there. No. Miguel needed one more out of you. He pulled out with a wet slosh, nearly staggering himself as he turned your belly down. In a few steps he rummaged through your fun drawer and pulled a bullet vibrator and a tube of lube. 

When you thought you could move and catch your breath, his big hands were already on your hips, lifting them up as his thighs caged them once more. Your mouth could only exhale in a raged tempo that turned into a wheeze when one of his hands abandoned one side of your hips and pressed your face against the mattress. Ass up, face down. Like a good and obedient dog, just for your husband. Just like he loved it. 

“Stay still.” he mumbled while squeezing a good amount of lube in your ass, even if it was already soaked by the previous peak, then grabbed the bullet and turned it on at its max power. The buzzing sent a shiver down your spine. 

Miguel’s eyes remained glued for a moment while maneuvering the bullet around your ass hole, only to dip the purring toy inside it until nothing but the cord remained out, hooked around his thumb to either pull or push it further if he wanted. His wicked smile only widened when you blubbered at the powerful vibrations inside your ass, it made your toes curl and all air abandoned your lungs. 

He slapped your right cheek, leaving a red imprint on it before sheathing in with a powerful thrust that made your ass jiggle and your mouth to sob. If you thought the noises your pussy made before were vulgar, the brisk and borderline animalistic thrusts he inflicted remorselessly made them straight up filthy and vicious. And it didn’t help that he changed the vibration intensity from the bullet into intermittent waves. 

“I’m all yours, mi reina.” He husked in your ear without any intentions of leaving your head sunk in the mattress, “Me, my fucking cock… Todo tuyo. Only you can take it so well-”He growled.  (All yours)

Each plunge that reached deeper inside your spasming walls, only reminded you how much of a needy devotee your husband was. How lovely and exquisite his fat cock slotted inside, too perfect and snug to leave. It was his forever home. And you cozied him beyond perfection, like he knew you were made for him and only him. Like that gorgeous and soaked pussy of yours, choking on him to death, like it’d do when you wanted another baby. 

For a moment the regret of having the O’Hara factory closed burned mean, cause seeing you pregnant was one of the most beautiful and hottest things life granted him with. But  he also knew that three were more than enough. Like the count of orgasms he was about to scratch on his tab. His thumb pulled and pushed the bullet out of your ass, matching the spasms of your insides. 

Your pleasurable screams and cries bathed the room as he fucked you like he always wanted to whenever the house was alone. Much to yours and his dismay, the windows of your room were open. But that only made him double the efforts with a strained groan.

Fuck the neighbors and their probable complaints. He was fucking his wife the way a husband should. Needed you like he needed air. And when you came and gushed around him, he caved with an agonizing and filthy whimper.

It tore him apart from the inside just as the outside with a hoarse roar of your name in your ear. His labored breath fanned behind your neck and he stifled another moan by biting the junction of your neck and shoulders, marking you and earning him yet another tremble of your already squeezing walls as he pulled out the toy completely out of your ass.

Thick and milky ribbons flooded in, as his hips stilled, feeling your drenched walls sucking the soul out of him. “That's it, mi amor. Cum for me.” He growled and pumped his load in dragged moves, making sure each bit of your insides received their fair share of him. 

When the tremors of his orgasm and your insides subsided, his soft cock slid out as he collapsed right next to you, the warm sheets greeted him as he gathered you in his arms with all the tenderness he often professed to you, while showering your cheek in kisses. 

“I love you.” He panted and your dreamy giggles only stretched that lazy smile. 

“Fuck… I… I love you too.” You rasped, voice raw and barely there despite him giving you little to no chance to speak, only scream his name over and over. 

“God, I missed you.” He turned you in his arms so your head would lay on his chest. 

“I missed you too but It’s hot.” You whined, earning a tighter embrace as he licked your cheek playfully, tasting the salt of your skin as you squirmed and giggled. “Miguel, stop!”

He kissed you instead. Miguel kissed your lips and then your forehead while his hand traced lazy and idle patterns on your lower back as if making sure that what you had just shared was real. 

“Sorry for calling you a slut.” He frowned and kissed your hand. “Got too excited.”

You snorted to then kiss his chest “That was hot. Took me by surprise, sure. But it was hot. Just concerned about the neighbors complaining later. Can’t believe we left the window open!.” 

He shrugged nonchalantly, “Well, maybe it teaches that guy next door that you’re married and pretty fucking off limits. I saw the way he was staring at your ass the other day.”

“He literally has wandering eyes, Miguel.” you gestured your eyes, “Like they drift–”

“Exotropia.” He corrected with a bored smirk as weariness crawled to his brain.

“That thing!. The man needs surgery to correct that, he doesn’t do it on purpose.” you shrugged while yawning. All the exertion finally catching up with you. “And you bit me a bit too hard!”

“Still, he shouldn't have even looked at you anyway. Besides, can you really blame me? I haven’t had you in months, mi reina. Just wanted to give you something to remember in the meantime all of this happens again.”  He grumbled with his lips against the side of your forehead. “Need any water? A snack?”

“I already had one, thanks.” you chuckled and he followed, tired. “Jokes aside though, I need sleep.” 

Agreeing, Miguel took a good stretch before spooning you. It didn’t take you or him long to fall asleep.

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The incessant buzz from your phone died as soon as you woke up, alarmed by it. The sun blazed high in the sky, letting the evening birds to chirp their little hearts away, like in those slow evenings you got on sundays. Your hair remained in a pretty mess and your body still heavy with fatigue. Then Miguel’s phone began buzzing but the call ended abruptly, piling up the thirteenth call from none other than Gabriella. Clock ticked 3:20 pm.

SHIT

“Miguel!” You shook him urgently, and he woke up despite the drowsiness still clinging to him.

“What? What’s wrong?” He grumbled and frowned, confused, as soon as you jumped off the bed and scourged the drawers for some clothes. Voice still raw and drowsy.

“The kids!” you squealed and his hand washed over his face, drowning a regretful groan.

“Mierda…” He got off the bed and took whatever clothes he had left discarded, dressed up in a speed you’d never seen before and dashed out the door. You followed while accommodating your t-shirt. “Gabi ha de estar enojadísima…” (Gabi must be pissed.)

“Understandably so, it’s been two hours since her practice ended!” You huffed, with ideas already running in your mind to make it up to Gabi as you followed him down the stairs. “Didn’t you set the alarms?” 

“I forgot.” He admitted while combing his hair as best as he could. He still looked like another couple of hours would do wonders for him, but his little girl had been neglected enough. Still he couldn’t help but laugh about the situation once you were seated in the car. “Was too busy fucking my wife.” He fasted your seatbelt and then his. 

“It’s not funny, Miguel.” You pouted in between soft and worried titters. still unable to believe what happened.

“Of course it’s funny. Just relax, okay? I’ll take the blame.” He revved the engine alive and soon drove away. 

“Technically it is your fault.” 

“I don’t regret it. Did you enjoy it?” His smile turned smug as his hand squeezed your thigh on a red light. The image of you absolutely destroyed on the sheets lingered in his mind, engraved into his core memories. 

“Obvio. Just can’t help but feel I’m smelly.” (Obviously)

A squeal and a laugh left your lips as soon as the tip of his nose dragged up your neck, only to leave a kiss in there. 

“You do. You smell like me.” He chuckled, proudly. But opened the windows to let the air ventilate the cabin to spare you any further discomfort. “I’m definitely asking Gabriel to take Rosie next weekend.”

Ironically, the soccer field wasn’t too far by car, just some miles away from your neighborhood. Sadly, traffic was gone to be used as an excuse.

“Thought you didn’t like our baby preferring Gabriel?” You texted Gabi, letting her know you were close. 

“I don’t. And she doesn’t.” He rolled his eyes, “She just loves his silly faces but that’s besides the point. I won’t wait for another couple of months to have you again, understood?”

The tone alone had your cheeks a flushed mess, and it worsened when he gave you that ‘no nonsense’ look

“Yes, sir.”

Miguel slid his hand in between your thighs and cupped your pussy while squeezing it softly, leaving you with zero time to react. “We ain’t done yet.” He whispered in your ear only to kiss you and leave his seat once he parked and honked in a code only an O’Hara knew. 

Gabi’s uniform soon came around the corner and her expression said it all. Miguel gulped. 

Shit.

“You’re late!” She pouted while handing all her equipment to him. In a matter of seconds he was already hands full with her stuff, still he opened the door to his daughter. 

“I’m sorry, Solecito. Mama needed help with the washing machine and other things around the house–” 

And the deadpan Gabriella gave him, quirked brow included, only made him gulp again. “Uh huh. I’m starving!”

“Let’s go get Benji and then we’re going shopping, okay?” you offered, trying to appease her righteous anger.  “I’m really sorry for making you wait, mi amor. Won’t happen again.” 

“Ugh. Just don't forget to set the alarms next time you’re working out, please.”

Miguel choked and you sank deeper into the seat. Neither of you dared to say another word. 

[sunflloweredd]

Pool boy Miguel 🥵☠️☠️

pairing: pool boy!miguel o'hara x afab!reader

cw: smut (18+), teasing, sexual tension, semi-public setting, over-clothes touching, fingering, squirting 🫢, size-kink, implied piv sex, ignore how his hands are covered in sunscreen...

wc: 1.6k

note: 2 years late BUT HERE MONA MY LOVELY~ I FINALLY FINISHED IT HAHA! this idea was based on THIS fanart 0-0 ( @p1nkmic you're doing the lords work). also i'd like to think this ver. of miguel is similar to @missdictatorme's The Sweetest Fruit In The Garden's bc i've been thirsting over him lately so def check out that fic too!!

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Sweat glazes over his muscled back, glistening over the contours of his gorgeous body as he smoothly moves the net over the surface of the water.

He really doesn't need to be shirtless to clean the pool. And he really doesn't need to wear those tight swim shorts that perfectly hug his ass. But he always does.

You've been lounging on a pool chair all afternoon, sipping some lemonade and reading some crazy explicit romance novel as you watch him work through the dark tint of your sunglasses. You've been buzzing all day, legs crossing and recrossing whenever he'd walk by.

He has no idea how hot he is with his tan skin, pushed-back hair, and baywatch body -- a feast for your eyes. 

Your mouth waters when he turns around, unintentionally giving you a hint of what's underneath. He's just so big, there's no hiding it. You physically ache for it, feeling so lonely and empty without him, practically foaming at the mouth. You glance at the sunscreen before sitting up and adjusting your light-colored bikini so it's just barely covering you.

"Think you could assist me over here, pool boy?" Your voice is slick with lust as you purr over at the hardworking man. Miguel stops what he's doing and looks up with confusion, like he's surprised that you're talking to him. He points at himself, as if there are any other pool boys around that you'd confuse him with.

"...What do you need help with?" His gaze shamelessly drifts down to your barely concealed tits. Dark pupils dilate as your nipples harden under his stare, buds pressing eagerly against the thin fabric. You hide them under your arms while shyly looking up at him, and he lifts a knowing eyebrow as your face flushes for him. "Tell me, cariño,” the deep tone of his drawl makes your body hum.

You fiddle with the sunscreen bottle. "Could you rub some sunscreen over me? I don't want to burn under this hot sun…"

"Sure..." He gives you a charming smile, placing the net gently on the ground before walking over to you. You recline back onto the chair and invite him to sit by your legs with a wave of your hand. You want him closer to you, leaning over your body as he takes care of you.

You meet his smile with a shy one of your own as he gently takes the bottle from your hand. His fingers briefly brush against yours before he opens it and squirts a good amount onto his palm. You hold back a shiver when his dark eyes drift over the front of your body.

“Where should I start?” He rubs his hands together, warming up the lotion and painting his palms white.

“Hm…”  You let your hand drift from your thigh to caress the top of your chest. His eyes trail your movements hungrily. “How about right here?” 

He starts at the base of your neck with his huge hand resting right above your collarbones. You shiver at the cool touch of his palm, chilling your sun-kissed skin. 

You wish you could see the white handprint that he’d leave wrapped around your throat, like a tattoo marking you as his. He methodically rubs the lotion into your skin, making sure to apply it underneath your bikini straps and over your shoulders. His fingers dip slightly under the cups of your top, making sure to cover every exposed part of your chest, but before he can go any farther, he pulls his hand away. 

You look up at him disappointingly, wondering why he won’t take the bait when it’s sitting so tempting in front of him. A small smile rests on his pretty lips, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he dutifully takes another dollop of the sunscreen and motions you to lean back. 

He spreads the cream evenly over your torso before moving down to carefully rub it right underneath the waistband of your bottoms. He ignores the way your thighs start to press closer together as his fingers work their magic. 

“You can put it on your legs yourself, can’t you?” He teases.

You pout. 

Can’t he take a hint??

“At least do my back for me?”

“Alright,” You sit up as he lowers the back of the chair for you, “turn over for me.”

You do so, quickly and obediently. You hear him popping open the cap of the bottle to get some more sunscreen on his hands. He covers your back efficiently, but it seems like he’s putting a bit more force in his application this time. It feels like a massage the way he’s pressing against your muscles. A soft sigh escapes your lips before you can hold it back. 

You hear him chuckle faintly above you, “That feel good, baby?”

Well, if you weren’t wet before, you’re soaking now. 

“Y-yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve had a massage, so…” 

He hums in understanding and finishes off by smoothing his hands over your lower back until he gets to the edge of your swim bottoms. Again, he dips just under the band of your swim bottoms, but goes no further. 

You feel him shift next to your body, about to get up and get back to work, but something stops him. You jolt slightly when you feel a probing hand against the back of your thigh, gently pulling at it to spread your legs apart. 

“Look what we have here…” Miguel’s touch travels upwards until his thumb teases at the edge of your swimsuit. “You made a little mess.” He presses the pad of his thumb against the wet spot, right against your covered cunt, watching as your slick continues to leak out against the light fabric. "I was trying to be good, you know. But you just can't help yourself, can you?"

"Can't help it when you touch me like this~" You moan, pushing your hips closer to his touch, urging him to continue.

"Touching like what?" Miguel presses his thumb harder against you and rubs over your slit, teasing your needy hole until you start whining. "I was being polite until I saw that you were dripping for me."

"Mm...but your hands feel so good on me."

"So you got wet the moment I touched you?" You nod helplessly at his taunting words. You can't even deny it, you've been thinking about this moment all day. "So needy..." He tuts, hooking a finger to pull your bottoms to the side so he can get a good look at your slick heat.

His fingers delicately ghost over your folds, admiring the tempting wetness that glistens on your skin.

"P-please..."

"You look so pretty like this, all exposed under the sun." Miguel presses a finger against your entrance, and it slips in easily. "Look how easily you're taking me. God, you want it so bad, don't you, cariño?" You whimper as he presses another finger into you. Just like the first one, your body eagerly takes it.

"I need it." You respond, arching your back so he can push his fingers in deeper. He gets the message and starts thrusting into you, angling downwards to press right against your spongy wall.

You choke out a moan as heat quickly blooms at your core and pleasure fizzles straight to your brain. There's an unfamiliar feeling that pulses within you, and with each thrust, it gets more and more urgent. You've never felt like this before.

Your legs snap together in shock at how he already has you barreling towards an orgasm, trapping his wrist within the plushness of your thighs.

"W-wait, Mig-mmph!" You beg. "This -- I-I think this is too much!"

"I thought you needed it?" He mocks as your body trembles underneath him.

"But there's something --"

"Don't worry, baby. Just let me give your cunt what she needs..." Despite your efforts to cease his movements, he easily works within the confines of your thighs. Though he can't move his wrist due to your hold, his long fingers curl deliciously and press shorter nudges inside of you. If anything, it's worse now.

"I think I'm gonna..." Miguel hushes you, as if comforting a kitten, and continues pleasuring you, uncaring of your desperate whining. The way he's constantly prodding at that hypersensitive spot within you has your eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

"I want you to let go for me." Using his other hand to keep your legs open, he expertly fucks his fingers your wet cunt, "I want to feel you cum around my fingers, okay?"

You can't even answer him as he speeds up, sliding so delectably against your fluttering walls. The sloppy noises of your slick hole fill the summer air, and you feel yourself quickly teetering off the edge.

Your body tenses and shakes as it dives into a pool of indescribable pleasure. It's so intense, it nearly blinds you in the moment. Your legs press together as you grapple with the rapid pulsing of your cunt -- and Miguel lets them close around him, watching in awe as you spasm with waves of ecstasy.

You've never come like that before. From pure penetration, let alone from a couple of fingers fucking you. Yet you've never felt an orgasm so powerful before.

As your weak legs rub against each other, you feel the mess you've made of yourself. You make an effort to roll over so you can look at the man who undid you. You watch as his lust-laced gaze roams over your ruined swimsuit.

"Damn," Miguel groans, "It's all over the chair..." His hand drifts up your wet thighs, spreading the mess uncaringly. Then, finally, those hungry red eyes meet yours.

"I didn't even know I could do that." You admit shyly.

He leans closer, pinning you to the chair, and a cocksure smirk appears on his face, "Wanna see if you can do it again?"

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im so sorry but the last line reminded me of:

did i ruin it?...lmfao

[sunflloweredd]

take a guess (your father should know)

explicit 18+, major daddy kink, dad’s (ex)bestfriend!joel, smut, filth, w33d, dirty dirty talk

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joel, your father’s infamous ex-best friend has flipped your expectations of him right on your head enough times to where you couldn’t keep count or track. you’d expected at the tender age of forty-three he’d be married raising teenagers — but no. instead more the artsy, eccentric loner-type.

had spared you questionably long gazes under that thick beard, undoubtedly hiding some natural crow’s feet. he wore his age and his experience on his shoulders and exuded a particular, unique nonchalance that left a long lasting impression on you. especially when your father first befriended him.

college started right around the corner around the time you started seeing him swing by to drink and play guitar with your dad pretty frequently. granting you a nod of his head while he kept a toothpick to chew on between his lips.

while you lived in your childhood bedroom, still skating through all your general ed classes your first year he had already stopped coming around. you didn’t have the heart to ask your dad whatever had happened, but his name alone became taboo around the house, leaving his brooding looks and exceptionally broad shoulders nothing but a mere memory to you.

all’s you heard around town now was that after him and your father had a falling out, joel seemingly resumed his familiarly isolated lifestyle. only hanging around town alone or with his brother Tommy, and you imagine little else being interesting beyond that. he didn’t ever even go on a date to your knowledge.

that being said, it still left you a blubbery-stomach’d mess to see him again in the flesh for the first time in over two years at your local coffee shop on a lucky tuesday.

looking about as rugged and worn in as expected, tired bags and a matching stern disposition still present in him when he orders his coffee — black with two sugars. flannel, cross between grunge and lumberjack while those same arms you remember all those years ago still bulge through every shirt.

the trepidation of going up to him suffocates you. it’s challenging not to feel as if you’re some fan bothering him for an autograph when you go up towards where he sat alone to say your long awaited hello.

the gruff resting frown-face turned into a warm smile at an instant once he looked up and identified who it is that’s just approached him.

the words he used and the way he used them still to this day force this feeling of unadulterated electricity down your spine and straight through your core. only alleviated by rubbing your thighs together could you reminisce about the first time he looked up; smiled, grabbed tight on your shoulders to bring you in for a welcoming hug and said—

“hey there, pretty lady. s’been too long since I’ve seen this face,” he smiles. cheeky while those arms start to squeeze you.

joel gave you his number and told you to ’reach out sometime’.

taking forty-eight hours just to gain the courage, you swallowed any vile insecurities stopping you from going after what you want. what you’ve craved ever since.

the first hangout felt casual in nature. joel had cracked open two beers for both of you while you binged horror comedies in his living room. you bonded over his intense and impressive record collection, the vast amount of genres he collected and listened to was yet another reason you’d fallen deep into your attraction to him.

right as summer was barely beginning to set in, you’d say you were at a point where you’ve had plenty of innocent nights with joel at his flat.

but it wasn’t until the hot nights started creeping in that things started to turn around and change.

he started smoking weed with you after he learned that you’d picked up the habit long before college to have a toke and release some stress. you can remember the state of his red cheeks when you told him how some strains make you really horny.

you thought you had no sure shot in hell of one little comment to have you ending up with your panties in his mouth, that gigantic fucking cock you’ve fantasized about now pulsing right between your thighs so gorgeously, and making his mark right inside your wet little walls.

of course he could read the bewilderment and excitement swirled together expression glued onto your face when he’s inching his boxers down his muscular thighs and whipping out his fat cock. to start masturbating. in front of you.

your dad’s old best friend, whom he’d had this mysterious falling out with — the details never spared to you by either of the men. but considering how nasty and deep and hard he’s pounding into you, it had to have been something substantial.

that first time, he had taken you and fucked you right on the couch of his living room, had you whimpering sheepishly down into the pillows while his cock was slowly shoving its way fully inside. balls deep.

“didn’t think you’d end up like this tonight, huh slutty girl? didn’t think your pussy would be begging to take all this?”

you came and trembled after the dirty words left his lips. he kept his cock nudged in the most exquisite spot. milking your pussy all around him for both your simultaneous pleasures.

it was clear why you couldn’t stop coming back after that. joel had a cock that treated you damn good in bed. he’d always whisper filth and moan obscenities every single time he slithered his way back into your panties. always watched you with those lingering, eager eyes that scan your entire body.

he started to call himself daddy the third time you came over. it was enough to make you squeal, hearing his deep, low gruff refer to himself as your play parental figure as his fingers rub your clit in addicting circles. lying to your friends, you say you don’t get turned on by calling a man, especially an older man your daddy. it felt corny, and performative, and overtly pornagraphic.

but when he ducks his face between your legs, and lays his first kiss onto your beating pulsing clit with his arms keeping you pinned to his tongue — you can’t help but writhe and moan joel’s newfound nickname.

tonight wasn’t any different. he’d taken you twice already today, once early in the morning and another time an hour ago after he rubbed your back and made you breakfast.

now he’s spreading your exposed sopping lips to gape you open with two of his fingers, humming approvingly at the drips spilling down your pussy and staining your sticky inner thighs.

“yeah sugar, let’s open that beautiful pussy back up. mhm. daddy’s never finished with you—needs you too much.”

his bare cock slaps against an ass cheek, almost demanding its way back in. so veiny and swollen like he didn’t unload inside you an hour ago, the length of it bobbing back and forth with the chilling movements of his hips.

“feel all that? it’s gotta all go back inside you baby. taking you again. s’many times as your daddy wants.”

you gulp and say nothing, do nothing. just staying pliant and wide open for him when he’s in daddy mode.

“let’s feel up what’s dripping outta you babygirl. oh, fuck. still so messy and pretty down here. I’ll clean you up after this round.”

blushing at the promise of taking care of you in any way, you feel your heartbeat in your pussy riling you up again. slapping his cock against you another few times as he strokes it, awestruck by the sight before him and the way your pussy clenched and glistened responding to him. his dick grows while the globe of the tip glazes your hole creating a loud long squish.

the gushing stimulation overwhelms him and thrills him. feeling it directly inside you how hard your pussy came before he wanted to fuck you some more.

“feels so good around daddy’s dick. she’s so nice n’ creamy for me.” he whispers through a long stretch of heavy breathing.

after his taut heavy balls were resting on your clit, you felt his entire length sliding snug inside you up to your belly button. he slides all the way out before intentionally ramming right back in. your legs have already started to shake on him. giving out as his hip motions help his cock locate every one of your spots while your old cum starts to really smear his dick.

harmonic wet slapping at rapid pacing had joel bulging with delight. thrusting every inch he was blessed with, having your mess combining with both your inner thighs getting coated with spend from the contact. joel almost can’t stand the sight of it without fucking cumming, busting his load to mix your cream with his. see and touch your swollen, exhaustingly pretty pussy. once he zeros in on every thrust, watching him enter and leave your body again and again shoves him off the ledge of control.

“daddy’s n-not—not gonna last, sweet fuck you’re squeezing my cock. mmm, that’s my babygirl, she knows exactly how to make daddy feel good.”

you’re a riled up mess beneath him, pushing back onto his cock to meet him in the middle as he slams it in at an outrageous pace. you could tell that he wasn’t lying, that your pussy truly did a number on him. he found his weakness every single time he either spread your thighs and went down on you or slid his member in all the way home.

“shit, here it comes—fuck! oh….. tell—tell daddy you love him. please.”

you don’t (and can’t) halt any of your wailing underneath him, still squeezing on his cock and hopping up and down. following directions felt so natural, so easy with him.

you clench as you ride him while he’s now stunned still.

“I love you, daddy. I need to have your cum in my pussy. please. I need as many as you’ll give me, mmmdaddy—please!”

joel knows it’s over for him now.

he can’t hold it back after he stammers, “y’gonna let daddy cum m’all over this innocent little pussy? ruin that perfect daughter image, huh good girl?”

joel’s cock twitches and jolts while his cum load fills you up to the very brim, the milky mess of it already trailing down after he’d emptied it.

you cum at the same time he’s twitching inside you, yelling his name and his nickname while you convulse all around the length of him.

“s’right. yeah, release it all over me baby. wanna make you feel good like that. that’s it, keep taking what you need. I’ll take it out whenever you’re ready,” he pants, giving you the lightest of spanks while you bask in the high of your afterglow.

slowly becoming aware of the utter mess in and around your legs along with his, you attempt to catch your breath and hold onto the pillow before giving him the green light to pull out. joel is delicate, always gentle with you as he exits your body, leaving behind his juices swishing with yours. a picture perfect image he can’t help but drink in the sight, before literally going down and sticking his face in to drink and lick your thighs and your opening clean. the hot tongue swirls so gently, wiggling everywhere to clean and worship you while you pull his hair and scream daddy.

when you cum pathetically hard on him again, he pulls the plug for real by grabbing a washcloth to wipe his dick and your legs before plopping himself down to snake a joint to light up.

your arm wraps itself securely around his toned torso. feeling his heart beating wildly out of his chest from the thrill of having you again makes you bury an unstoppable smile creeping up.

joel rubs your back, in his own world, taking easy tokes off the nearly baseball bat sized spliff. the smoke slowly floats out of the cracked window. his fingers that surely still had remnants of you all over them ash the joint in a cup on his side table before turning towards you in a fresh haze, raising a brow in offering a hit.

it burns your throat but he has a cold glass of water readily available. some odd number puffs later you both feel the unwinding, even if his dick alone had a similar effect on you.

“f’you wanna cum again, you lemme know. I’ll take care of you,” joel whispers, tracing absentminded shapes on your skin, dreamily drinking you in. “know how to fuck every last thought out f’this pretty little head.”

a worn out smile is all you have in you to answer, and he surprises you with a brief kiss on your head before ashing the remaining spliff in the cup and resumes his way of aftercare on you.

it’s risky to ask what you incline on asking him, but after the cloudy fog comes it eases your brain of the real world consequences. you rub his chest while you’re asking it, softly —

“what ever happened between you and him?”

after it leaves your mouth you have no way of guessing how joel will react. if his walls will come up, or if he’ll let them all down for once and reveal it to you.

it hangs in the air for an awkward several seconds, as if he’s unsure how to react either. but when he does, he kisses your forehead longer this time and squeezes your shoulder protectively.

joel’s voice is hoarse but gentle when he shrugs and murmurs, “think by now you can take a guess.”

your eyes don’t ever leave to stop observing him, his bed head you tugged on, his lips you’ve kissed and finished on. it’s undeniable how beautiful this man is, and how baffled you are at what he’s insinuating.

“we both know you aren’t a damn kid. you’re an adult, one that can make decisions,” he states, looking up at the ceiling before shaking his head and going back in for another smoke. he inhales another cloud all to blow it out and whisper like it’s still a secret,

“if I wanted to make a.. a move, it wasn’t gonna be in that vicinity of his. n’I could see how you deserve to be treated better, treated with—with care,” he stutters. offers you some more that you accept, hastily taking more puffs and filling your lungs with smoke.

“I mean, baby am I wrong? about him? about you deserving better?”

joel’s tone is littered in desperation. a worry that you feel immediately invested to soothe for him. scratching his scalp and rubbing his arms to show him what you’re trying to tell him.

you mirror his shrug from earlier, looking at him in his glassy eyes before kissing his knuckle and answering, “I think we can both guess.”

it’s evident in those furrowed angry brows, and shiny striking stare that it pains joel to hear that but also only makes him want to readily be there for you; fuck all the stress and all the worry out of you every day that you want it.

“it isn’t right. wanting you like this… but I’m helpless to it, to you…”

his little speech trails off into nothing while his lips start to drift to your neck and take turns nibbling and kissing.

joel nearly cries outright at the feeling of your touch stroking him again, feeling the blood rushing straight down to his cock, growing substantially quicker in size for you.

“yeah, babygirl. that’s your cock. do anything you want to this cock. daddy’ll allow it,” he breathes. you gaze up at him while he hurriedly lights the same leftover joint right back up again, hitting it while your tongue explores the underside of the veins of his dick.

“fucking perfect,” joel can’t help but marvel. blowing smoke down to shotgun it at you, breathing in his hit as you tease his member.

“m’helpless to you too. I need this,” you confess, sinking your lips down on the head and giving him a good long suck. joel’s hips stutter as his tip leaks pre-cum, directly landing right on your tongue. “I can’t live without your cum, daddy. I can’t.”

“oh, shhh…. shhh, daddy knows, daddy knows baby, you’re ‘bout to make me fucking cum doing that….”

just then your mouth travels further down and suckles down onto each of those mouthwatering balls, lightly tugging for more sloppy friction.

joel howls and mewls, spanking your ass while you continue your suckling and drink up his thick fresh load one more time for the night before tomorrow, when you’ll both wake up and do it all over again.

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polaroids

{pic not mine and it’s just vibe inspo absolutely nobody’s gotta look like that to read this lol}

warning(s): dad’s best friend!joel, alcohol, this teeters on smut descriptions in parts but doesn’t fully go in as hard. still I’ll put 18+ and pretty explicit

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Joel is laughing at some joke he knows he wouldn’t be laughing at if he were sober. Has to wipe the leftover foam on the corners of his lips from how eagerly he gulped down the last sip of beer waiting at the bottom of his glass.

It goes down his belly nicely—floods Joel with a subtle new sense of confidence from the buzz. Even though it still feels like there wasn’t enough alcohol in the world that’ll loosen him up enough to stare across their booth directly at the girl he’s been fucking every weekend for the past three months along with her own goddamn father, also known as his very own goddamn best friend.

Joel can one hundred percent comprehend how dirty, how sick it is to pursue her in the first place, and to let it get as far as it has. But at some point, he decides there’s no sense sinning only halfway.

If his best friend’s own baby girl, his pride and joy wants to spend her weekends bouncing in his bed and on his cock, then fuck yeah. So be it.

Whenever she gets down on her knees, she’ll suck him dry until he fucking weeps. Yeah. Grown ass man, getting his dick sucked for possibly the five hundredth time in the entirety of his life, but yet still finds himself acting this unstable, this erratic whenever she wets those lips he could kiss all night long, then mumbles something under her breath about how much she craves another taste. Making his libido uncharacteristically wild witnessing her frequent sex drives unravel. The depravity in every touch, every movement.

Like she wouldn’t breathe again unless her lips were wrapped around and sealed like a vacuum around his clothed growing bulge, clawing at his stubborn belt.

It’s gone as far as collecting a neat little album of Polaroids he himself has snapped of her. Whether she poses for him or is too blissfully lost in the moment, he’ll tease her with a taunt of say cheese before she’s hearing that click and blinks from the quick flash. Bites down her lower lip while he ripped the photograph out right when it printed. She’ll turn her head back and smile towards him with a wicked, devious grin that might as well say I know exactly what this does to you. What I’ve done to you.

His photo collection has grown since they started this arrangement. Half the photos consisted of him showing off the lewd aftermath while his cum oozed between her legs, or the stinging red handprints he’s left on the globes of her ass. Might even be one or two risky ones with their faces captured clear as day, kissing with passion after another round devouring her in his sheets.

Their album of dirty secrets always stays buried under his bed, locked up and secluded from the world. Only coming out from hiding whenever Joel felt like doing a little reminiscing of the times they’ve shared together late in bed at night. Ending him with sticky fingers, a guilty conscience, and his twitchy cock finally giving him a fucking break. It does things to him that no blue pill ever could.

There’s enough spank bank material and physical evidence of all his sins to grant him a one way ticket straight to hell, and Joel has accepted that.

No one else but her knew where the pictures were stored, nor of their mere existence. Each photograph was stashed together in some old vintage tin that looked like it could belong at a grandma’s home to store more innocent contents. Preferably not dirty Polaroid shots of every one of Joel’s fantasies he’s lived out inside his best friend’s daughter.

She was poison, disguised like a pretty piece of candy just dangling right in front of him. Pulls him in like he’s a golden retriever begging its owner on a goddamn leash.

Fuck, it’s time he really stop thinking about that.

He’d been doing a somewhat decent job these past few months so far. Keeping her out of his periphery whenever he spent some time quality guy time with her father in their home. All the while, images of her naked frame above him (on the nights he’d beg her to get on top) feel like they’ve been tattooed to part of his brain, and he nearly has to beg his dick to forget she even exists in the vicinity.

But after getting roped up in their family plans for this Saturday night (against his will), he won’t get to feel those nails drag down his back while she wails underneath him tonight. No—instead of that, he gets to guzzle down as much beer as his gut could handle in his forties to make it through the evening, sandwiched next to both of them at the same fucking time. Fuck.

“Next round’s on me,” Joel announced to the table, hoping the leftover self pity and humiliation will wither away with the more he drank. He gets up from their booth and idly pats the butt pocket of his jeans to feel for his wallet, oblivious as to why her face seems to light up all the sudden in the corner of his eye in some sort of amusement. Like she’s in on some joke that he sure as hell isn’t. Story of his life.

Her eyes dance across his figure, checking him out head to toe the way she does when they’re alone shedding each of their clothes off. How much it makes him long to punish her for doing all of this to him, making him strip down his pre-existing morals of being a good man and a decent friend just to pin her down and make her cum and take the bait.

She slides her empty glass over and simply says, “I’ll take another Cosmo.”

Her dad chimes in, hardly ungluing his eyes from the game glaring on the TV. “Get a side of some fries for us too, Miller. Don’t you know anything about wining and dining?”

Joel sighed and rolls his eyes, choosing to ignore the ridiculous level of irony hidden between the lines in his friend’s jab. Yeah actually, I do. It’s working out great on your daughter. She’ll probably invite herself back to my place tonight, if you aren’t too careful.

“Just come up and order yourselves, for Christ sake.”

The snickering from her dad doesn’t let up as they follow Joel up to the counter. On the way, she pokes him with her fingers in the middle of his back. Knowing there’s likely some scarring still engraved in his skin from her nails last weekend. He shivers just feeling her make even the smallest, shortest contact in public like this. Next to her father like this.

Joel knows his ass is on the line if God forbid they get caught. She had every ounce of power and freedom to turn him to mush at the drop of a goddamn hat, whether she was doing something as innocent and carefree as smiling or bending over.

“One Cosmo, two whiskey’s, neat, and a side of fries.”

He grabs his wallet and flips it open, sliding his ID out of the front pocket (even if he’s to the point of graying) and flashed it towards the bartender. He gives him his total, and before Joel can pay, the other shoe drops.

“Whoa whoa whoa, dude. Who’s the unlucky lady?” her dad laughs, all the sudden pointing downwards at Joel’s wallet in his hands.

His eyes travel down to whatever her dad was so flabbergasted by. It barely takes a split second long of a glance for him realize that he is so very fucked.

And as if he thinks Joel didn’t hear him the first time, didn’t just unknowingly traumatize himself by pointing at a photo of his own daughter’s back while she’s lying in Joel’s bed, and he goes and pesters him some more. “She some secret girlfriend, or what?”

The frog in his throat betrays him, choking on nothing but air while he’s riddled with utter humiliation as he stubbornly yanks his card out to hurry up and pay. Fumbles when he finally gets his receipt and quickly stashed it back. If only his pockets went deep enough.

He looks over at her, baffled by her mischeviously guilty silence, finding how much she’s amused by this, by the risk of being found out.

Joel goes for what he knows.

Deny, deny, deny.

Trying to scoff and laugh at the same time to make it more convincing, he stuffs his receipt in his pockets. “What? No. No, there’s no secret anything, Jesus….”

“What’s wrong, Joel? You feeling okay?“

Right when he thinks he has a sliver of control in the situation, the culprit looks at him with her shit eating grin, knowing he’s suffered at the hands of one of her master plans to get him fucked. Other than lifting her skirt up a little too high at family dinners once in a while, this has to be the most dangerous prank by far.

“Good. Great, actually. Looking forward to that drink.”

“I bet you are.”

Once they’ve been seated and served there’s a noticeably pregnant silence that Joel will overthink about and regret allowing it to have happen for his remaining lifetime.

Her dad attempts to fill the silence that he didn’t understand, luckily blind to any context of what the Polaroid actually was. And God forbid didn’t recognize the panties she owned and wore, or her distinguishable hair splayed out down her naked back.

He thinks he’s being quiet enough to block it out from his daughter’s ears when he whispers, “Look, man, you’re embarrassed. It’s private, I get it. For s’long as I’ve known you you’ve barely ever talked about women. S’just weird to see a naked chick in your wallet outta the blue, you know?”

He downs his whiskey right as it reaches their table, doesn’t let it sit untouched for even a second—as it warms his chest and tingles in his belly, he sees that not-so-innocent face smiling behind her glass.

“Uh-huh. Must be pretty weird.”

And for the cherry on top of all the mortification he’d experienced tonight, right when he thinks it’s come to an end, that he gets a goddamn break from the close calls—her dad opens his mouth to haunt him yet again.

“Maybe keep your little trophies a little more hidden next time. I know my kid’s an adult and all, but she does not need to know about my buddy’s sex life.”

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[sunflloweredd]

thinking about dry humping joel miller. the man loves feeling the way you sway your hips on his bulge, sometimes, you try to not make it obvious, just you cuddling on the couch, but there's nothing you can hide from him, he can feel your hips wiggling on him, the man lets you hop on his bulge, loves hearing the way you moan his name, and before you know it, he's the one guiding you, holding your hips, squeezing your ass, pushing it tighter to his bulge. and every time, you make him cream his boxers.

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single dad!joel miller x babysitter!reader

♡ summary: single dad joel hires a babysitter who takes care of sarah a little too good, but she can take care of him too, in a different way. ୨୧ cw: soft joel (with sarah), smut, unprotected sex, size difference, creampie (reader is not on birthcontrol) ୨୧ wc: 7.6k

"you made it on time," he said as he opened the door.

joel looked... tired.

the man standing in front of you was taller, broad shoulders, big arms, big hands too, but his eyes seemed tired, his hair was a little messy, maybe he’d run a hand through it too many times.

you'd seen him before, but just in pictures... seeing him in person was totally different. it felt intimidating even, if it wasn't for how tired he look.

"come on," he said stepping aside so you could step in.

you nodded, a little nervous at first, but tried to hide it with a smile. the house smelled like baby cologne and milk, the first thing you noticed was all the toys scattered in the living room, a folded-up stroller against the wall.

everything was pretty messy, and so was he.

then you spotted her, a baby girl, barely two, sitting on the couch, holding a stuffed bear and something that made you laugh a bit, sarah had joel’s oversized contractor helmet on her head, covering half of her face.

joel followed your gaze and sighed. "oh, darlin’," he mumbled but he couldn't help to smile at the sight. sarah loves his helmets.

he walked to her and lifted her gently to put her against his hip, taking the helmet off her head. sarah squealed and lifted her arms to reach the helmet again.

"daa," she babbled, clearly demanding joel the helmet back.

joel looked around, as if trying to find something and then he spotted it, crouched to pick it up, between the blocks and stuffed animals was her own tiny plastic toy helmet, the one that actually fits her.

"this is the one, baby girl," he said putting the helmet on her head.

sarah squealed again, kicking her little feet while he held her. joel seemed all serious and intimidating, but with sarah... he softened every part of him, you could see it, as tired as he looks, he tries his best with her.

"well, this is sarah," he said adjusting her.

"hey, sarah," you said making a face and waving your hand to her, getting a giggle from her side.

joel smiled too, "first of all, thanks for coming," he started. "i'm joel miller, uh," he rubbed his eyes with his fingers, cleary exhausted. he cleared his throat, "just… lettin’ you know, sometimes my shifts run long. that okay? i’ll always pay extra, but—"

"it's okay with me, mr. miller," you shrugged. "it's my job for now."

he took a deep breath. "thanks, i'd really like this to be a full-time job, if that's okay with you?" you nodded. "and as i said, sometimes i gotta stay longer at work, but of course i pay for your time."

"that’s fine," you said shrugging. "really, don’t worry about it. i need the money anyway."

"i’m sorry if i sound pushy. it’s just—" he exhaled. "you’re the fifth sitter this month. i’ve been havin’ trouble at work ‘cause… i can’t leave sarah alone, and it’s complicated."

your heart sank, cause he do looks exhausted. "you don’t need to explain. i get it... but if you want me to sign a paper letting you know i won't quit, that's okay." you joked a bit, trying to make things lighter.

but joel didn't laugh, he lowkey felt ashamed, maybe he's being too paranoid. "sorry. don’t mean to come off paranoid or annoying."

"no, you’re not," you said gently. "you’re just worried about her. that makes sense."

he took a deep breath again, while sarah just look to the both of you, blinking, trying to understand maybe. "alright," he looked around. "so, there's food in the kitchen, take anything you want," he nodded. "but if you feel like eating something else, i left cash on the counter."

you nodded. "thanks," you looked at her now. "what about sarah? what does she eat?"

joel looked at sarah, smiling this time. "she likes applesauce, nuggets, mashed potatoes, you know? a bit of everything, though she prefers fruit than vegetables," he rolled his eyes to her, playfully. "but she needs to eat vegetables anyway. and before sleeping, she likes warm milk. she's got her special cup for that, is the one with—"

"bunnies!" sarah squealed. of course she probably had no idea what he was talking about, she just picked on the keywords.

it made you smile. "noted, boss."

"she loves bunnies and cats," he said softly. "she’s a calm baby, but she gets... upset if she doensn't sleep."

"sounds like most of us," you agreed.

he laughed, softening his face, and god, you really, really liked this messy look on him, on his smile. he's really dedicated to her, to sarah, he's there for her, he worries about her, he cares about her, as tired as he is, he don't mind as long as sarah is okay.

then, he looked at the watch on his hand and clicked his tongue. "i'm late, gotta go."

you nodded and reached out for sarah from his arms. she surprisingly, came up with you almost immediately. joel went and grabbed a few things he needed, yes, the helmet included.

he walked to you, to sarah, crouching to her level. "i'll be right back, baby girl."

"dada," she said with her tiny hands over his face.

he kissed her cheek. "i love you. be good for me, yeah?"

sarah babbled something in response, then giggled. her little arms wrapping around his neck before he put her back next to you.

then, joel cleared his throat. "anything happens, anything at all, you call me, or text. i'll answer."

"i will," you nodded, adjusting sarah against your hip. "i'll send pictures of her so you'll be aware she's fine."

joel chuckled. "okay, that sounds more than fine."

he gave one last look at the both of you, softer than he probably meant to let show. "thanks. i’ll be back in a couple hours."

and he left. just you and sarah now. she looked at you with those big curious eyes and tucked her face on your shoulder, probably feeling the absence of her daddy. but you won't let her down on this.

joel didn't come back 'in a couple of hours' that day, of course he didn't. but it was okay, you kept sarah busy, playing, watching tv when it was the right time, coloring—or trying to because sarah just made a mess with the already broken crayons. you'd feed her what she liked, even veggies, but in a fun way, so she wouldn't make a fuss. she took her afternoon nap just as joel said she would. and when it was night, you'd given her the warm milk before sleeping, in her sippy cup with the bunnies, her favorite. the baby fell asleep right there nestled on your ribcage. you'd look at her and felt proud, because you did something right.

from that day on, you were there almost every day. sometimes even on weekends. you took sarah to the park, she enjoyed the swings, she also enjoyed playing on the tiny animals—the ones where toddlers can get up, nothing too high or dangerous, not at all. you sent pictures to joel pretty often, of what sarah was doing, just routine, just to show him she was fine and safe. he just answered with 'thank you', or a thumbs-up emoji.

joel even brought home a small inflatable pool for sarah, for those hot days. sarah was happier than ever splashing in the water, squealing and you sent pictures to joel of her enjoying her pool while he was probably breaking his back at work, but it was all worth it, for her.

you never went back on your word, didn’t quit like the others. you had no plans to. sarah was too sweet. of course, she had her moments, tears when she was tired, little tantrums when she didn’t get what she wanted. but you were always patient with her, you knew she was just a little one. if anything, you both learned each other. she was actually excited when she saw you at the door, toddling fast to wrap your legs and demanded to be held.

and she was learning too, sarah was more talkative everyday, picking new words from you.

sarah adored you. and you adored her back.

however, you’ve noticed a few things. sarah’s mom is not in her life at all, it’s just her and joel and of course it makes you wonder what happened. the man doesn’t have pictures of her with anyone but sarah and his brother, you guess it is because of the similarities on their faces. but not a single trace of a woman. it makes you feel bad for him, because he’s all alone, working all the time, barely has time to breathe and yet he manages to be a great father for sarah.

but it’s sad, though.

you wonder if he still sees someone or maybe keeps in contact with sarah’s mom on the days you’re not there.

joel is not a man of much words. he keeps it simple, always respectful, and being honest, he always looks tired. and now, so are you.

sometimes, he finds you sleeping on the couch when it’s too late at night. you’re all curled up, peacefully sleeping near the monitor in case sarah wakes up. he felt awful, knowing you'd taken care of his little girl and the couch wasn't a place to sleep. he crouched to your level before gently calling your name.

you barely moved. "hey," he whispered.

"mhm?" you hummed, still dazed, then you saw him. "oh, jesus," you blinked and rubbed your eyes. "i'm sorry, mr. miller."

"not at all," he said gently. "next time if you're tired, you can go in my bedroom. the bed is big and comfortable."

you shook your head. "no, mr. miller, i’m fine here."

"please," he insisted.

"i’d feel bad, knowing you’re letting me take your bed while you’re at work."

"and i'd feel bad knowing you're sleeping on this couch when my bedroom is empty upstairs," that made you both chuckle. "please, do it. i mean it."

from that day on, if you got too sleepy, you’d go into joel’s room. at first, it felt awkward, cause as nice as he is, he is still your boss. but you did it anyways. the first time in his room, it was... something. it was all messy, the unmade bed, clothes scattered all over the place, his boots from work, helmets, tools, but also framed pictures of sarah, alongside half-empty water bottles and a small bottle of anxiety medication. you felt bad for him.

there wasn’t a trace of sarah’s mother anywhere.

but you started making his bed, cleaning his place, keeping it nice for him. you knew it wasn't part of your job, but honestly, you didn't mind at all. he pays you well, he doesn't give you a hard time, and of course, if you can help him, you will. cause you know he works hard for his girl, and now you know he deals with more things. the man needs to breathe.

and you're giving him that. he's not blind, he's noticed everything you've done for him, for the house. and despite his words that you really don't need to be doing this, you didn't stop. now, joel has more time to separate his work from his personal life. now he's got more time to sleep.

one night even, joel when joel came home from work, he got a surprise in his room. not only you, but you and sarah, both girls sleeping comfortably on his bed. the little one was tucked on your ribcage, holding to your shirt, and you had her wrapped on your arms, and on his night table, sarah's sippy cup. that put a smile on his face.

you were so patient with her, so gentle. he’d lost count of how many times sarah lit up just hearing your voice.

he didn’t want to wake either of you. he wouldn't and he never does even when it's just you. so he just made his way to the couch.

it wasn’t the only time he found you there.

the night he stepped in his room just to find you lying there, your skirt had ridden up enough. enough to let him see what you had underneath. your panties. soft pink lace panties. he wasn’t a pervert, and god, he respected you. but he was still a man. and right now, all he could see was your butt, your panties, your thighs, he could see you all.

joel wasn't blind. he's aware of what he has in front of him lying on his bed. a beautiful, young girl which butt is perfectly made for his hands to squeeze. he shook his head at the thought. you're just so good with sarah, so good with him, so kind and sweet, always wearing those shorts, these skirts, of course you're unaware of the effect you had on people.

and being honest, joel has had no time for women. always filled up with work, with sarah, until you came. of course this is a job, but still, you're more good than just being sarah's sitter. you're good with him too. and that's why this hits him harder. cause you're too good, in every sense of the word. and now, seeing the soft piece of fabric covering your tiny slit, that made him grow hard inside his pants.

he almost groaned, cause he knows this ain't right. seeing you with these eyes, thinking of you in that way. but he couldn't help to stare and feel himself grow harder to the view.

he didn't do anything about it. he just let you sleep like he always does.

but he wasn't the only one. it happened the other way around too. one night, you'd woken up on his bed, but heard the sound of the tv, it was very low, but you knew he was home then.

still sleepy, you made your way downstairs and the view made your jaw drop a little. joel just came out from the shower, his hair was damp, and so was his body, god, he just had the damn towel around his hips, and without even wanting to, you could... you could see the shape of his dick because of how tight the towel was.

you trailed him all, his broad shoulders, his chest, how hairy he was, had salt and pepper all over his stomach, and even on that trail that leaded to the part that left nothing to the imagination.

you swallowed, getting all flushed at your own thoughts. but god, you needed him, you needed to see him. you know it’s not ethical maybe, cause at the end of the day, he’s still your boss but… you’re too weak when it comes to him.

he could see how nervous you were and it was really sweet. "i’m sorry, didn’t want to wake you up."

you shook your head. "i’m okay," you said forcing yourself to meet his gaze. "i—i, sarah is sleeping, she um—today she ate those bunny-shaped cookies she likes."

joel chuckled. "i think she’s running out of those," he clicked his tongue. "gotta go for more."

you then, spotted bruises, scratches, some worse than others, but pretty much bad anyways. the scratch on the side of his belly was almost bleeding again, so you asked him, "what happened?"

he looked down to it. "work stuff," he sighed. "gotta check that later."

"mr. miller, that seems pretty bad, it can get infected. i think you have something in your room, i saw it."

he nodded. "better do something about it, huh?"

"i can help you with it, if you want." it was genuine, because honestly, it looked pretty bad and as sure as you are this isn't the first time, you want to do it, because you know it must hurt doing it all by himself.

"i don't want to keep you longer than necessary."

"you're not."

he adjusted the towel around his hip. "alright."

then, he guided you back to his room, closing the door. "just lay down," you said softly.

and he did. you went to the dresser, pulling open the top drawer and finding a small kit inside.

he chuckled behind you.

"sorry if that’s intrusive," you said quickly, glancing over your shoulder. "i just… remember to have put it in that drawer the other day."

"you’re really kind, but you don’t have to do that," he replied.

"i don’t mind," you said simply, pulling out the ointment and a roll of gauze. when you turned to face him again, he was watching you, almost eager for you to bent down and heal him.

he seemed so vulnerable there, lying, all injured, bruised and that cut almost bleeding. you swallowed once your eyes found the prominent bulge now the towel is completely settled over him. you had to look somewhere else almost immediately.

you knelt beside the bed, uncapping the ointment and gently applying it over the cut. joel flinched just a little.

"sorry," you murmured, glancing up at him quickly.

"is there anything you can’t do? you seem to do just about everything."

you chuckled softly. "if you want, or if you’re hungry, i could make you dinner."

"no," he said shaking his head, "and i’m serious when i tell you, you don’t have to clean my room, that's not your job."

you shrugged. "i don't mind," you looked up at him. "if i don't do it no one will."

"i’ll get to it when i have time."

you gave him a look. "when you have time, you sleep."

you made him chuckle out loud.

"you’re a good boss," you said with a smile. "i’ve got no complaints, you pay me well, and it’s the least i can do."

"boss, huh? makes me feel older than i am."

you shrugged. "that’s not a bad thing,” you said, and it came out with a different tone that you intended, and after that, either of you said a word.

you kept going, though. until he was patched, until you were sure his cut wasn't going to keep bleeding, and joel followed the movements of your soft hands in every second.

"thanks," he said.

you gave a small smile. "does it hurt a lot still?"

before he could answer, your fingers drifted over his belly, tracing around the part you just healed. maybe it was too low, or maybe was your touch, but you made him hiss, you were too soft, your hands, your touch.

"sorry," you said quickly. "i didn't know it hurt that much."

joel’s mouth curved, and shook his head. "it's fine."

he shifted, sitting up on the edge of the bed, and it was for the worst—for his mind. you were sitting on your knees, looking up to him, and he could only see those pleading eyes. it made him weak. his mind was playing him dirty, thinking about you in this exact same position but doing something else. maybe having something his in that pretty mouth of yours.

but of course, nothing happened.

it was a saturday, but you got ready for work, thinking that joel was supposed to go on the afternoon, so you made your way to his house, knocking on the door once you got there.

he opened the door, but didn't see like he was going to work, he was all messy. "hey… what are you doin’ here?"

you tilted your head. "uh… i thought i was working today?"

before he could answer, you heard someone squealing and running to your way. sarah. she wrapped her little arms around your legs, already handing you her dolls.

joel stepped closer. "today’s my day off. i texted you this morning."

you frowned. "i didn’t get any message."

he frowned too, but before either of you could say something, sarah made a grumble, pulling on your hand, demanding your attention.

"baby," joel crouched down beside her, "she gotta rest today." he tried to pull her gently away, but sarah didn't let go off you, her eyes filling with tears.

you laughed softly, smoothing a hand over her hair. "it’s okay, i’m here."

joel exhaled, clearly defeated, and you heard sarah try to form the word 'play,' her voice breaking while tears ran down her cheeks. your heart melted.

"alright," you said gently, "let’s play a little."

you stepped inside, and joel followed, still trying to explain to his daughter that today she was supposed to be with him only. but sarah’s cries just made it worse hearing that, so you followed, "really, it’s fine."

he rubbed the back of his neck. "you got somethin’ to do today?"

you shook your head.

"then why don’t we go out and get somethin’ to eat?"

you started to protest. "you don’t have to—"

"i mean it," he said quickly. "not for you to watch her. just… take you both out for a bit."

you couldn’t help smiling. and then looked at the little one's teary face, you couldn't say no to this. "alright."

joel packed a small bag for sarah, extra clothes, wipes, her sippy cup, snacks, and the moment she saw him zipping it up, she squealed, knowing he does that cause she's going out. after packing her things, joel sat on the couch with her on his lap to do her hair into two pigtails. you just watched the wholesome scene, his big calloused hands working gentle on his daughter's hair.

"you ready?" he asked.

you nodded, and he guided you outside, holding the door open and walking you to his truck. he opened the door of his truck for you, like gentleman, and then moved to the back door to put sarah on her seat, double-checking the straps.

you waited while he get inside, glancing around, small toys scattered in the back, and a few work tools resting on the floor. it felt… very much like him.

it ended up being a really good afternoon. sarah was all giggles, sitting in her booster seat between the two of you, swinging her little feet under the table. she ate everything on her plate, even the vegetables he put from his plate to hers.

when the waiter came back to clear the plates, he smiled and asked, "anything for dessert?"

sarah’s picked on the keyword as always and said, "ice cweam."

joel chuckled. "one strawberry ice cream for her," he said, knowing it was her favorite.

the waiter nodded, then looked at you. "and for your other daughter?"

you froze, feeling your cheeks burn instantly, but joel just laughed out loud.

"go on," he said between laughs. "get somethin’."

you tried to hide your smile, looking down. "uh… cheesecake, please."

the waiter left but joel was still chuckling. you peeked at him from the corner of your eye, still embarrassed.

for joel, though, the waiter’s comment stayed on his mind. it felt strange. he’d seen you with different eyes before, more than once, and knowing other people might see you as more like his daughter than anything else made him feel... weird. it wasn’t bad exactly, but it left him a little self-conscious. of how old he is, of how young you are, of maybe being a creep for thinking about you in that way.

you broke his thoughts, nudging your plate toward him. "want a bite?"

he chuckled, shaking his head. "nah, i’m good."

"come on," you insisted, sliding the spoon toward him.

"i said i’m—" he started, but you were already scooping up a bite.

"just try it," you said, looking at him with those pleady eyes he can't resist.

he huffed and leaned forward, taking the bite from the spoon. "alright," he said and smiled after, "not bad."

after dessert, you took sarah to the kids’ area, pushing her gently on the swing and helping her to climb the slide. she giggled, asking for 'more'. and joel found himself watching from a distance, not only watching his daughter, but also watching you.

his phone rang then, from work. he answered and after a couple minutes, he walked to you.

"got called in," he said.

"do you have to go right now?" you asked.

"it'll be quick," he nodded. "but i can get you to your house first."

you shifted sarah onto your hip. "no, i can watch her," you offered.

joel shook his head. "nah, i can’t—"

but sarah gripped you even harder, hiding her face in your neck with a tiny whine.

"it’s fine," you said softly, rubbing her back. "she’s okay with me."

he glanced between you both, then sighed. "alright… we’ll all go."

you nodded, but he took sarah to all the way to the truck. she stayed tucked against you the whole way, following the same routine as before.

he got to the site and you all came out, but he was the one holding sarah, who only got more excited seeing all the stuff, and the same helmets joel wears all the time, pointing at them with both hands.

"dada!" she said and joel just smiled, holding her even prouder.

the man who’d called him waved from a distance, and joel headed over, still holding sarah on his hip while they talked. you stayed back, looking around, hearing all the noise, all the big machines, the men sweating, working. it looked hard and now you could see now why joel always looked tired, why his hands were calloused and he's always with bruises.

you caught the sound of sarah’s little laugh, and glanced to them. joel was proudly showing her to his coworkers.

that’s when one of the workers came to you. "first time in a place like this?" he asked, nodding toward the construction.

"yeah," you said softly.

he grinned, and you kept talking, he made you laugh by making jokes about the site. but before the conversation could go deeper, joel looked at the both of you, how you were laughing, but even more, how the man was looking at you, and not only him, a couple more men. of course they'd look to you, wearing the dress, how it lifted just enough with the wind. he knew the men he worked with.

joel walked over, frowning, shifting sarah slightly in his arm. "break’s over," he told the man flatly. "get back to it."

the worker nodded quickly and left, and sarah immediately reached for you.

"sweetheart, stay with me," joel said, but she stretched her little arms toward you anyway, her eyes big and pleading.

you laughed, giving in and lifting her from his arms. "i’ve got her."

joel shook his head but didn’t stop you, just told you to stay close to him. while you played with sarah a few steps away, pointing out things she could see from a safe distance, joel joined a small group of his crew.

they started talking, but it didn’t take long before one of them nodded toward you. "so, uh… who’s that?"

"the babysitter," joel said simply.

another man added, "she's hot."

"you sleepin’ with the babysitter, miller?" a third one joined, making everyone laugh. "i mean, i would do too." he shrugged. "look at her, bet she's all sweet down there too."

"bet she sucks dick really good," everyone except joel laughed. "come on, look at her lips, they must be soft."

joel stiffened. "knock it off. show some respect." his tone left no room for argument, and the men exchanged glances before shifting the conversation back to work.

but joel’s found you again, holding his daughter, feeling even worse knowing he'd thought almost the same. not in that vulgar way, but he knows you more, he... he knows how sweet you are, he'd seen you almost bare, he knows what kind of panties you wear, he knows how soft your lips and hands are.

after a while, joel came back for good now, and sarah reached for him. he took her in his arms immediately, walking toward the truck, but as they passed by one of the machines, it made a loud sound.

sarah got scared, and dug her face on joel's neck, crying.

"hey, hey, it’s okay," joel murmured, walking faster. his hand rubbed slow circles over her back. "it’s just a machine, baby girl. nothin’ to be scared of."

she still cried, hard and joel felt guilty for even bringing her here in the first place.

"you’re alright," he said softly, pressing a kiss to her hair. "you’re my brave girl. i got you." he didn’t let go until they were out of the site, almost near the truck.

once at home, sarah seemed calmer but still a little sensitive. joel had told about taking you home, but after a glance to sarah, seeing her all scared, you decided to stick with them a little more, until sarah was okay.

you played with her, as much as she wanted, until she started rubbing her eyes. then, you settled on the couch with her over your lap, joel bringing the bunny sippy cup with warm milk. sarah drank slowly, her eyes closing but still drinking just like when she was a baby, you rocked her, hummed lullabies to her until she was completely asleep.

joel was there, watching the scene with a soft gaze, he loves seeing how soft you are with his girl. "i’ll take her in her room," he said softly, lifting her from your arms.

when he came back, he sat down on the edge of the couch, looking at you. "thank you. i mean it when i say i don’t know what i’d do without you."

you chuckled. "you’re welcome."

"you have to head out now?" he asked after a moment.

“why?”

he cleared his throat. "wonderin’ if you wanted a glass of wine."

your cheeks warmed, but you nodded. "sure."

he gave a small nod and went to the kitchen, returning a minute later with two glasses and the bottle of wine. he sat beside you, handing you one.

"thank you for today," you said, "for lunch and all."

"nah," he shook his head, "thank you. you helped me out more than you know."

"it’s nothing," you smiled. "i really like sarah. i like taking care of her."

"she likes you too," joel said, "more than me, probably."

you laughed. "no, sarah loves her daddy."

he chuckled at that, shaking his head.

"you’re patient with her," you added. "you’re a good dad."

he sighed as if you just told him something it hurt. "i try my best."

you smiled at him over your glass.

after that, the conversation kept going to different things, not only about sarah, or work, just random things. music, places you’d been, joel was telling you stories from when he was young, making you laugh. maybe it was the wine, maybe it was just being comfortable, but you both started loosening up.

before taking another sip, joel glanced at you. "this job doesn’t get in the way of time with your boyfriend, does it?"

you laughed hard, "well, if i had one, sure."

"what? you’re young, real pretty, sweet… i can’t believe you don’t have someone."

you shook your head, smiling into your glass. "nope. nothing like that."

he chuckled, taking a drink of his own. "why?"

"well, i've come to understand that guys are... stupid."

"yeah, guys your age are stupid," he said drinking, you chuckled when he clarified guys your age.

you tilted your head. "what about you? do you only have time for sarah and work, or do you get home late ‘cause you’re seeing some woman?"

he laughed at that, leaning back. "i wish. after sarah, it’s just been her and work for me."

"you should go out more, then," you said with a little shrug.

"yeah?" he asked.

"i’m serious," you nodded. "i can watch sarah if you need me to. you deserve time for yourself, too."

he shook his head with a small laugh. you paused for a second, then made the big quiestion, "is that because of sarah’s mom?"

he didn’t answer right away, just stared to the glass in his hands. "sorry," you said quickly, "that’s probably too personal."

"it’s fine," he said, sighing hard. "she’s out of the picture. decided to move on with her life."

your heart sank, not only because the woman left, but because of how he said it. "i’m sorry," you murmured. "more for her, though… she’s missing out on an incredible little girl and—" you cleared your throat, "—and a man just as good."

joel chuckled at your words, shaking his head slightly. "you think i’m a good man?"

you nodded. "i do. you’re hardworking, you provide for sarah, you’re present, you love her."

he smiled, looking down. "well, that’s just bein’ a dad."

you laughed softly. "and you’re also very handsome. and respectful."

that pulled his gaze back to you, eyebrows raising. "handsome?" you nodded. "well… i’m honored a girl like you would think i’m handsome."

"you are," you said as if it wasn't a big deal. "and even though i don’t know you as a man, outside of being a dad, i’m sure you’re good in that way, too."

"that could be arranged," he said without thinking.

you froze for a second, your cheeks burning red. "sorry, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable."

you shook your head. "no… not at all. maybe you’re just drunk."

joel’s gaze softened. "no, darlin’, i’m not."

"then you're lying to me!" you said gasping, as if you just caught him on something.

"what?" he said just as confused.

"because you said you texted me this morning telling me you weren't gonna work today, but i ain't got no message, that means you were texting someone else," you shrugged.

his brows knitted together and pulled out his phone, scrolling through the messages, he chuckled once he saw who he sent the message to.

"tommy, he's my brother," he shook his head. "shit, i was supposed to get some things for next week's dinner," he said, talking to himself. "but yeah, i sent it to him." you rolled your eyes, laughing. "made you came for nothing."

"for nothing?" you raised a brow. "you took me out to eat, you showed me your workplace, and now we're drinking wine. i don't think that's nothing."

"guess i’ll just have to pay you for your time now."

"oh, stop," you laughed.

he was already reaching for his wallet when you reached across to grab his hand. "joel, no—if you pay me, i’m gonna feel awful. you already took me out to eat, you’re being this kind, i won't take it."

he shifted in his seat at the same time you leaned forward, the two of you ending up closer than you’d meant to. his eyes trailed your face, eyes landing on your lips, and then he looked away, to the ceiling, rubbing his own eyes.

"and on top of all that," he muttered, "the waiter thought you were my daughter."

he sounds ashamed, dissapointed and you knew it, you knew that comment would stay on his head.

you shook your head, chuckling and cupped his face. "if i was your daughter i couldn't do this," and as soon as the words left your mouth, you leaned to press your lips on his.

how sweet they were! god, and it lasted less than five seconds, but it was enough to make him lose his mind.

his hands found your hips and shifted you totally over his lap, easily, you gaped and he was already trying to meet your lips again. but you were the one who gave in, leaning, kissing him, deeper this time, holding his face, brushing your fingers over his stubble.

"wait," you said mid-kiss. "this isn't—good," you said in a soft voice once his hands slipped to your butt.

"you really wanna stop?" he asked in a deep voice. "you feel uncomfortable?"

you shook your head. "but you're my boss."

he chuckled almost painfully. "don't care," he said digging his head in your neck.

it had been time since joel wasn't like this with someone. there was something beautiful about the way a woman can make him weak, just feeling your scent, kissing your neck, feeling how soft you get in his arms, feeling how you tug at his hair.

but after a moment, you shifted your hands to his, moving them from your hips, to inside your dress, he was impressed that you were the one who did that for him, but he touched you anyways. he brushed his hands over your thighs, on your sides, and most of all, on your ass, almost bare, he could feel the triangle piece of fabric barely covering your butt.

god, you got him hard, aching, and he hadn't even seen you yet, he's just feeling you. in the meantime, you undid the buttons of his flannel, one by one, enjoying how the hairs of his chest peek out, he was eager to get back to your lips, but you placed your palms on his chest.

"wait," you said softly, eyes on his stomach, taking off his shirt, entirely.

you licked your lips and leaned in, looking up to him before pressing your lips on his bare chest. it was just as hard as you imagined, and main of the reasons why joel didn’t want you to take the lead. he’s too weak right now. specially beneath your touch, feeling how your lips swipe all over his chest, followed by your tongue. he couldn’t help but moan once he felt your teeth digging on his skin, sucking just a bit over his neck, enough to maybe leave a hickey.

“jesus,” he said in a gasp.

“in case you’re lying to me, mr. miller,” you said softly, looking right to his eyes. “that woman will know you fucked the babysitter.”

he hissed. pushing your hips down to his trying for you to feel his prominent bulge. and god, you did, you bit your lip and bucked your hips by pure instinct.

“it ain’t no damn woman,” he said almost groaning, digging his face back in your neck.

this time joel wasn’t that soft anymore. he pulled down your dress enough to leave you in bra, finally meeting those pretty tits he’s only imagined and now, he’s gonna mark them.

but first he went for your neck, doing the same you just did to him. sucking your skin but at the same time, he squeezed one of your breasts, making your whimper, not out of pain, but because of how good it felt. the man didn’t get enough of you.

“that it,” he said against the slope of your breast. “might as well take you to my work again,” he said heavily breathing. “so no one has a doubt who’s made you these.”

“that so?” you almost chuckled because you remembered what happened earlier.

“you’re clueless, aren’t you?” he rasped, heavily breathing. “being all sweet, wearing this dress.”

“guess it worked, then.”

“i think you’d look better without it.”

you hummed, and he got rid of your dress slowly, enjoying seeing your bare hips, your thighs, your stomach, the hickeys he just did on your breasts, on your chest and neck. you look even better with these.

but what really got him are those tiny panties you’re wearing. lacy, soft pink panties. “damn, sweetheart,” he groaned, toying the waistband. “you’re all sweet wearing damn thongs.”

you chuckled until his hands unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor. you gasped and your first instinct was to cover yourself.

“come on, baby,” he said cupping your hands over your breasts. “don’t be shy with me.”

you chuckled, biting your lip, but letting go from your breasts. he stiffened at the sight of your bare nipples, how sweet and swollen they were.

he took your hand and guided it to his crotch. “you see what you do to me?” he said as soon as you grabbed his dick over his clothes.

you quickly tried to unbuckle his belt, to take off his jeans. he helped you with it, dragging even his boxers off. your jaw dropped a little. you’ve seen it before, yes, but not like this, not whole, not this raw.

it’s not gonna fit.

you flushed hard and brushed the very tip of your finger over the very tip of his dick, your finger getting sticky with precum, making him flinch. he lifted you a little to take off your panties.

“joel—“ you said in a gasp. “i-i don’t think it fits.”

he chuckled in pain. “we’re gonna make it fit,” he rasped. “do you want this?”

you nodded. “do you?”

“more than you can imagine.”

and the next thing you felt, was his tip rubbing your slit, mixing your juices with his. letting them be the lube you need. he didn’t rush anything, he knew you were way smaller than him, that it could hurt if he was too rough. but he was gentle with you—at first.

you felt the tip at your entrance and you slowly seated on him. he let you set a pace, even if you were killing him. you were too tight he was worried this was your first time.

he groaned, “you done this before, angel?”

you nodded. “i told you guys sucks.” he chuckled. “but you’re a man through and through.”

he just thrusted, a little hard but not enough to hurt you. just to give you pleasure. you could feel every inch of his dick stretching you out, he whimpered, cause in fact you’re torturing him, specially with those sweet moans in his ear.

you bucked your hips, as if trying to ride him, but he was trying to do the same. it was complicated at first, until both of you understood each other and got a matching pace.

the couch was squeaking, the living room filled with whimpering, and you both were filled with pleasure. joel loved seeing you bouncing over him, seeing your breasts raising and falling, seeing how sweaty you get, feeling your nails dragging all over his back.

“damn, this what you do to your sitters?” you said between breathy moans.

joel hasn’t touched a woman in so long but that doesn’t mean he didn’t remember how to do it. he enjoys making a woman have an orgasm, he enjoys knowing he’s capable of doing it, that his dick provides that much pleasure. and by any means he wanted to finish inside, he couldn’t risk getting you pregnant, specially not now, not like this.

“you’re so tight for me,” he growled.

but he lost it once you started to kiss him as you swayed your hips back and forth. you know what you’re doing, you know damn well because you can feel him throbbing inside, you can feel him twitching, getting more stiffen beneath you. but the thing is, he wasn’t he only one, you were throbbing just as much, your walls choking him.

and he didn’t stop you. if anything, he just held your hips and followed your pace, leaning to gently shift positions just a bit, to kiss you, while he thrusted, hard, and you knew he was about to come, you could feel it. but you were already in a bliss to stop him from finishing inside.

so just as predicted, you felt him loading you cum. a lot. “joel,” you said in a tiny moan. “fuck.”

you whined, but didn’t move for a couple of seconds, and he didn’t pull out either, god, how good it feels filling a girl with his come, it feels even better knowing how risky it is.

he kissed you one last time before brushing his forehead with yours.

you’re heavily breathing just as him. sweating and your body shaking. he slowly pulled out, making you whine a bit, but god… the view.

your tiny slit was all flushed, swollen, glazing with your juices but also, dripping his cum. he felt proud of it.

but he parted your legs instead, rubbing his thumb over your clit, you winced, but then he slid his fingers to your hole where you leaked his cum.

“clench,” he said softly.

it almost made him hard again, seeing how more cum came out of your hole. he got as much as he could with his fingers, trying to clean you. it wasn’t embarrassing at all. if anything, it felt vulnerable but comforting at the same time. you like the way he touched you.

you licked your lips, and once he finished for good, you put your underwear back on, but he didn’t let you put on your dress, since he pulled you back with him to the couch.

you chuckled and snuggled on his chest, still feeling his cum bubbling inside you.

he was rubbing the pad of his thumb on your back. but then you became a bit self conscious, like, will things get uncomfortable from now on? will this change anything between you? you weren’t dumb, you knew what you just did wasn’t the best since he’s still the man you work for.

but he interrupted your thoughts. “hey,” he said gently, you looked up to him.

“mhm?”

“i’m glad i sent the text to my brother and not you.”

you chuckled, “yeah, honestly, me too.”

he leaned a bit, to meet your lips, and you followed, it was all soft, and that’s the part you enjoyed most.

“my brother and i are goin’ on a little trip next weekend,” he said lowly.

“sounds great,” you nodded. “it’ll be good for you.”

he cleared his throat. “do you think—uh, can you come with us? it’s to the mountains, but i’m sure you’d like it, really comfy cabins, with a fireplace and everything.”

you chuckled. “i mean, if you need me to,” you shrugged and he grinned. “i’m sarah’s sitter after all,” you stared at his smile, his lips once they curved after you said that. "and if you need to, i can take care of you too."

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[sunflloweredd]

I went out the app too long and it reloaded I was reading a Joel miller fic where him and the reader had broken up for 5 weeks and he sees her at the bar with another man someone please help me if you know who wrote this I wanna finish it so badly!!!!

[sunflloweredd]

watching joel jerk himself off as he manspreads with flushed cheeks while groaning like the pathetic old man that he is

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don’t ever ask me to explain the lore and background of all the mystical creatures in the FBAA series

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Okay but imagine sex pollen with Miguel fucking you on your back and then even when he cums he just keeps going and it’s spilling out and refractory period who and you’re overstimulated and he’s like no no you’re not allowed to tap out and he — and he —!!!!!

Sorry

MONA. You put me in a fucking MOOD LMFAO This is way longer than I intended. And its pure filth 🫣

Word Count: 2k+

NSFW below the cut.

Part 2

...

Earth 703- A post-apocalyptic world in which New York was nothing more than a ferocious jungle.

You stared off into the distance, the familiar city skyline overrun by wild flora and thick green vines sneaking in through broken windows and cracked concrete. 

“What the fuck.” You whispered to yourself, eyes now trained on the massive dragonfly that whizzed by you. Miguel grunted, punching a large finger over the screen of his watch.

The mission was supposed to be simple: Catch the anomaly—send them back to their own universe—go home. That’s it. No detours, no distractions. In and out.

“Are we close?” You questioned, pressing up against Miguel’s side at the sight of another massive insect, “I wanna get the hell outta here.”

“We just missed him.” He sucked his teeth. His mask disappeared in a flash of digital pixels to reveal his scowling face, narrowed red eyes and brows furrowed in frustration.

You’ve been wandering around the city for forty-five minutes, trekking through the godforsaken jungle with no luck. The anomaly, a Prowler from some random universe (you couldn’t remember, you weren’t paying attention at the meeting), was clever, quickwitted, and inconspicuous. You’d wished Miguel had chosen Jess for this one, but he’d refused. He’d used the excuse of her pregnancy but really, she’d already complained to you beforehand that the humidity would do her hair no favors. 

“What now?” You questioned, plopping down at the base of a bulky tree trunk a few feet away. The trees were so massive that the branches seemed to kiss the sky, monstrous green leaves blocking out most of the morning sunlight.

“Keep lookin’,” he huffed, running his fingers through his hair, “we’re getting close.”

“Miguel,” you whined, your head thumping back against the trunk, “you said that forty-five minutes ago.”

“Get up,” he demanded, shooting out a web of electric red to swiftly pull you toward him. You yelped, crossing the distance within seconds, crashing into Miguel's sturdy body.

“I hate when you do that.” Your words were muffled by his broad chest, peeling your sweaty cheek away from the synthetic material of his suit. The tiniest smile ghosted over his lips. 

“I know.” 

… 

You’d left Miguel on his own for a few minutes. 

You’d gotten distracted, swinging up into one of the treetops to observe one of the colorful parrots squawking in the distance. It’d looked just like the ones back home, except this one was enormous, probably bigger than a medium-sized dog. 

“Fuck!” You’d heard Miguel yell from down below, spitting out curses in Spanish, choking on the words as coughs racked his body. He’d been waving his hands in front of his face to clear his vision to no avail. You watched as his body reacted immediately to whatever it was that ailed him, his body hunching over as if in pain.

“Miguel!” You dropped to your feet in front of him and attempted to reach for him, but he recoiled, fearing your touch. 

“Stay back!” he wheezed, crouching down and holding his head in his hands.

“What’s wrong?”

“It hurts,” he groaned, his eyes screwed shut as his body trembled, his fingers weaving through his thick hair strands to violently tug from the root.

“Stop,” you scolded, getting on your knees in front of him to pry his hands away, “tell me what’s wrong so that I can help you.” You shoved him down by the shoulders so that he was sitting with his knees out, bringing a hand to his face and yanking it up by his chin. His eyes, normally a mahogany shade glowed a disturbing red, his pupils dilated. 

“Ran into a plant,” he forced the words from his throat, his skin gleaming with sweat, “s-some flower, I don’t know, some kind of pollen.” He groaned again, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Shit, ok, ok, ok, we can fix this,” you panicked, placing the back of your hand against his forehead. He was burning, skin blistering hot. “Where does it hurt.”

Miguel remained silent, breathing harshly through his nostrils as beads of sweat began to trickle down his face. He looked down between his legs and you followed his line of vision. Oh. OH.

His bulge was tenting through his suit, fighting against the restraints of the digital fabric. The area glimmered brightly before his cock burst through the pixels, flopping out and twitching with need.

Miguel was big. 

His cock stood tall and proud, bobbing against his stomach, the tip leaking a thin bead of precum that ran down his length. 

You stared for a moment, transfixed on the angry red tip before you found your voice. “Miguel—”

“You need to go,” he spat viciously, his fangs protruding as if to scare you away, “if you don't I’ll—” He stopped himself, lips pressed into a tight line as his chest began to heave. You could hear his heart rate accelerate with every passing second.

“Let me help you,” you whispered, your hand hovering over his cock. He looked away from you, his skin flushed from his cheekbones to the tips of his ears. “Miguel, please, let me help you.”

“I don’t want to force—”

“You’re not forcing me,” you breathed, letting the pad of your finger tap against his tip, smearing his precum over the surface. Your cunt throbbed, squeezing tight with an overwhelming desire to be filled. “I want to.” You cooed, your tone causing his eyes to flutter. 

Miguel grunted, grabbing your hand and placing it over his throbbing cock.

“Then help me.” He hissed.

…

You needed a new suit. Immediately.

Miguel had torn into it, ripping the seams apart from the crotch, all the way up to your neck, revealing your chest and glistening pussy. You had no time to complain, mewling when he spread your thighs apart with his large hands, his eyes trained on the heat between your legs before diving in to eat from you.

You squealed, your hands flying to his head as he kissed and licked and spit over your cunt, his nose pressing against your clit. His tongue dipped into your hole a few times before licking one long stripe up to your bundle of nerves, swirling his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth.

Okay—you’ve had your pussy eaten before, but goddamn never like this, never like it was a matter of life or death, as if your pussy alone was the answer to all things.

Miguel continued his ministrations, releasing a growl every few moments, licking to oblivion until you thought his jaw would lock. 

He made you see stars, groaning loudly as you gushed into his mouth. He savored your tangy taste as he lapped at your wet folds, making sure to lick up every drop he could find. 

His mouth and chin were soaked in your juices when he came back up, and it shot a fresh wave of arousal through your veins. His hand reached out to cup your face, his thumb smearing over the traces of his cum dotting across your cheek when you’d sucked him off earlier, catching some of it in your mouth before he'd pulled out, wanting to paint your face with it at the last moment. 

He dipped his thumb into your mouth, forcing you to clean it as he slid his cock over your messy pussy, smearing the underside in your juices. His body shook with need, his eyes glazed and lidded, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he whimpered something about you being so wet.

He pulled out his thumb from your mouth with a pop and watched how you panted underneath him, your exposed skin now covered in a sheen of sweat.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, positioning your legs over his shoulders before draping himself over you, folding you in half, “I’m sorry if I’m not gentle.”

Gentle? You were a big girl, you didn’t need him to be—

You cried out as soon as he pressed his fat head into your tiny hole, forcing your pussy to open up for him as he pushed in deeper without giving you much time to adjust.

“Fuck,” you sobbed, your hands scrambling to grip his arms as he began to thrust his hips, dragging his cock in and out of you at a bruising pace. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Miguel began to babble, grunting when your cunt squeezed the life from him, the slick noises of your drenched pussy egging him on. 

Maybe…gentle would have been nice knowing now how big he was, but you understood the circumstances of the situation. This was meant to be anything but gentle.

He had you coming again, your back arching and your bare chest pressing against his clothed one before he filled you with his own spend, pushing it as deep as he could into you. He pulled out harshly causing you to moan, watching his cum leak from your swollen pussy before slapping his length over your folds a few times and dipping back in.

He fucked you harder this time until your pussy throbbed and burned from the size of him, filling you up with so much of his cum, and delighting in the way it dripped out of you. 

“Again.” He grunted, pushing his cock into your convulsing walls, slamming in deep as he licked and sucked on your nipples, leaving red love marks over your skin. You sobbed from the pleasure, feeling his weight push you into the ground.

“I can’t!” You cried, pushing weakly against his shoulders.

“You can and you will.” Miguel commanded. He couldn’t stop, barely giving you a minute to catch your breath after making you both cum again before sinking into your searing heat, stretching you beyond your limits.

You were lightheaded and spent, losing count of the number of orgasms he’d given you. Miguel growled, pulling out his cock from your abused hole and shooting his load over your body. He pressed it into your skin, smearing it over your breasts and tender nipples, down your abdomen, and finally, over your burning pussy. 

He paused, his eyes tracing over your fucked out form before reaching down to pump himself with the leftover cum in his hand.

“I’m sorry, Hermosa,” he whispered, draping himself over you again, “I can’t stop, you feel too good. So fucking tight.” He slurped your nipple into his hot mouth, sucking the taste of him from your skin as he pushed his large cock into you. 

Your eyes fluttered and you cried out, your fingers digging into the earth, focusing on nothing but Miguel's rich voice:

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m—

…

It was nightfall by the time Miguel was satiated.

You felt weak, eyes heavy with sleep and body limp. Miguel sat against a tree and had you cradled in his arms, your body nestled comfortably between his legs. He rested his head over yours, inhaling the scent of sweat and dirt trapped in your hair. 

“See that flower?” He muttered, pointing straight ahead at a few giant white daisies clustering around a tree. They were massive, like everything else in that universe, the stems taller than Miguel when he was standing at his full height. You nodded sleepily, ignoring the ache in your still exposed cunt. “Don’t go near it.”

“Got it.” You absentmindedly played with the frayed pieces of your suit, letting Miguel shield your exposed skin from the elements.

You probably should’ve left already, should’ve gone back to HQ for a much-needed shower and rest, probably schedule another meeting, but Miguel wouldn’t budge, his grip on you tightening whenever you so much as shifted against him.

“Quèdate quieta.” He grunted.

“Miguel,” you protested, “we have to go home. The anomaly—”

“I know, hermosa,” he murmured softly, “I know.” You never seen him this soft before, nor speak in such a gentle way, not with anyone and least of all, not with you.

You both sat there in silence, processing what happened while listening to the sounds of the jungle, the birds chirping in the distance, the leaves rustling in the gentle wind. You sighed, playing with his interlocked fingers over your stomach. It was strangely intimate (despite everything else that happened), having him coddle you. 

“Miguel?”

“Mm?” 

“You better get me a suit like yours.” 

“What’s wrong with the fabric ones from HQ?”

“It’s a waste if you’re just gonna rip it off again.” You heard him snort out a breath, just the tiniest thing that implied he understood your meaning. You were hoping this wouldn’t be the first nor last time you’d be under him. “We got a deal?” 

Miguel chuckled, his hand leaving the safety of your abdomen to venture down into your sopping-wet folds. You bit your lip, spreading your tired thighs, whimpering as his thick fingers swirled inside.

“Deal, Hermosa.”

...

Quèdate quieta- Keep still

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