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stress relief (boyfriend's dad!joel x f!reader) 18+

this is part of my boyfriend's dad!joel series and takes place relatively early on in their relationship, between "safety" and "quickie". so due to me getting covid, i haven't written anything in the past little while. i'm still struggling with a lot of brain fog but i needed some more boyfriend's dad!joel in my life so here we are. hope yall like it 💕 and here's my kofi if you'd like to leave a tip (completely optional but always appreciated). summary: joel has a deadline he has to meet. perfect time for you to try cockwarming ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ratings: 18+ explicit (mdni) warnings: age gap, daddy kink, unprotected p in v sex, cockwarming, creampie, biting (blink and you'll miss it), cheating word count: 3.4k

sex with joel starts slow and easy.

the next time you see him, about a week after that tender moment between the two of you, you have sex with him in his office. it's quiet and careful, a private rendezvous that your boyfriend is blissfully unaware of. he games downstairs in his bedroom while his father pushes his cock inside of you and kisses you sweetly, over and over. your hands tangle in his hair, his glasses bumping against your nose until they fall to the floor along with your panties and his belt.

"oh honey," he groans in your ear as he fucks you deep, your hands digging into the cotton of his sweater as you lay beneath him on the couch, "that's it, sweetheart, there you go." his words have a power over you that you can't define, can only feel. you shudder and pull him closer as you come on his cock, whimpering in his ear.

"daddy," you find yourself whining; it's the first time you've said it out loud, and for a moment you're scared he'll stop, your hands still scrambling against his back and trying to pull him closer in case he does.

he doesn't say anything at first, but he pulls back and looks down at you with a curiosity in his soft brown eyes that doesn't seem disgusted or angry. your fingers dig into his back and you pull your lip between your teeth, panting as he continues to fuck you slow.

"daddy," you whisper again, staring directly in his eyes; a challenge? a message? you're not sure. he stares back for a few more moments, a few more thrusts. and then-

"that's right, babygirl," he murmurs, picking up the pace and reaching down to cradle your face in his big hands, thumbing your warm cheeks, "takin' it so good for your daddy, aren't you?"

and that's it. no complex conversations, no questions or arguments, he takes it at face value and that's that. he understands you. he knows that you need this. no judgement.

he finishes inside you - upon your request. you've been on birth control for a long time and you trust him, somehow even more than your own boyfriend. he wraps his arms around you tightly on the couch, pistons into you while you tug at his hair and moan against his lips. he fucks his come deep inside you until you see stars, then kisses you all over and murmurs the sweetest things, tells you you're perfect, that you did so well. the words and actions leave you in a state of pleasure and contentment you've never felt before. not until him.

he cleans you up and gets you dressed and then holds you in his lap while you bury your face in his neck and tell him all the things that have been bothering you lately. he listens and hums and kisses your nose and tells you he'll be here for you always. and you believe him.

"thank you, daddy," you say softly to him as you leave his office; he seems surprised by the word in a non-sexual context, eyebrows going up. but his surprised expression quickly fades into a tender smile.

"you're welcome, sweetheart," he says, voice soft and kind, "text me if you need to."

--

the next time you go back, you're afraid he'll have changed his mind. now that he's had you, fucked you, part of you anticipates that he'll end it, especially considering the daddy shit. you plan out in your head what you want to say before he can get a chance to break it off: i've never called anyone it before, it just slipped out. i just feel so safe with you. if it makes you uncomfortable i won't say it anymore, but please don't leave me. please.

it turns out your speech is unnecessary. when you find a free moment to sneak up to his office, he immediately pulls you into his arms and kisses your forehead, trails his fingers up and down your back and whispers, "how's daddy's girl?"

you don't worry about it anymore after that.

--

"are you stressed?" you ask him one evening, that special day of the week when your boyfriend is beyond distracted by a tournament and barely even registers your existence; you'd come up to joel's office about fifteen minutes ago and he still hasn't noticed you never came back.

you've been watching joel work; that's what you like a lot about this relationship - it's not always about sex. sometimes you just sit in each other's presence, him working while you study a bit for a community college exam you've got coming up. you feel so safe just co-existing with him, never bored or on edge like you are when you're with your boyfriend.

joel is poring over blueprints at his desk, running his hands through his hair and grimacing down at the stack of papers like they're his worst enemy. he looks up at you when you speak, throws you a crooked smile.

"a little bit, honey," he says, eyes scanning back down at the papers as he gnaws his bottom lip, "got a job comin' up and we don't have nearly enough people to get it done in time. tryin' to figure out a schedule without overworkin' these poor folks."

you smile softly, "you're a good boss."

he shakes his head and chuckles to himself, "i don't know about that, but i'm sure as hell tryin'."

he leans back in his desk chair and sighs deeply, pushing his glasses down his nose and thumbing the space between his eyebrows like he always does when he's a little stressed. the way he pushes his legs open, presses up against the back of the chair... it looks like the perfect place to sit.

you get up from the couch and seat yourself in his lap, smirking when he doesn't even protest. he just leans back and smiles up at you, clicking his teeth and shaking his head, "you here to de-stress me?" he asks playfully, one of his hands coming up to squeeze your ass through your shorts.

"maaaybe," you reply melodically, rotating your hips a bit and smiling when you feel his cock already starting to harden in his pants, "if you'll let me."

he sighs to himself, still smiling but shaking his head, "you know i can't today, babygirl. got so much on my plate, need to have it done by five."

"i know," you pout, bringing your hands up to massage his shoulders a bit; his eyes close at your touch, lips parting as he enjoys a brief moment of pleasure, "i just hate seeing you stressed."

he grunts at that, eyes still closed as he leans back even further in the chair. you take this opportunity to grind your hips down into him again, your clothed pussy already getting wet with the sensation. he's almost fully hard now; it's so easy to get him turned on, to make him hard. how he has a better sex drive than your boyfriend is a complete mystery to you - the man is in his 40s and still manages to fuck you every time you ask for it, no pills necessary, sometimes not even any foreplay. meanwhile you can barely even recall the last time your boyfriend gave you any kind of worthwhile experience.

you lean forward to rest your head in the crook of his shoulder, still rubbing and grinding as you whisper in his ear, "want you inside."

he groans, low and quiet, "fuck, sweetheart, why are you doin' this to me?" he doesn't sound irritated, proving it to you when his hands come up to slowly caress your back, "you know how hard it is for me to say no to you."

"then don't," you whisper, breath hot and wet in his ear. your hands move from his shoulders and carefully begin to undo his belt, fingers fumbling slightly due to the odd angle.

"honey, i gotta do my work," he murmurs, but you feel him press a soft kiss to the side of your face, almost like he's encouraging you to keep going, "daddy's busy right now."

you free his belt from its loops and toss it aside, your thighs loosening around him as you go for his zipper and start to pull it down, "then keep doing your work, i just wanna sit on it."

"oh fuck," he mutters, swallowing tightly as you finish unzipping him and begin to tug his waistband down. you both watch as his cock springs free, big and solid between you. you're practically dripping in your underwear, only getting wetter at the sight of him.

"can i sit on it, daddy?" you breathe, pulling back a bit to look into his eyes and give him your most innocent and pleading stare, "please?"

he groans again, shaky and husky as he begins to quickly nod, "yeah, okay, babygirl, you wanna sit on it? you sit on it."

with elation warming your chest you hurriedly stand up and yank off your shorts and underwear, loving the feeling of his eyes on your pussy for the briefest moment before you're back in his lap. he's dripping precum and you use it to your advantage, thumbing it from the tip and spreading it along his length in a few slow pumps. he moans softly and you smirk as you pull yourself up to position him at your entrance, warm and wet.

"you just keep doing what you're doing," you murmur in his ear as you slowly ease yourself down on his cock, letting out a few shaky whimpers, "a-and i'll just sit here 'til you're done."

he waits until he's fully sheathed inside of you to speak, one of his hands squeezing your ass again as he bottoms out, "and you really think you can just sit there without movin', huh?"

you nod, burying your face in his neck again and pressing your body tighter against his, gasping slightly when you feel the head of his cock prod your favorite spot deep inside you. he's so big and thick, exactly what you need every single time.

"i guess we'll see," he says softly, then carefully wheels the chair a bit closer to his desk, hands moving to grip your thighs as he goes back to his blueprints. the movement makes you whimper again, eyes shutting as you gasp into his skin, "i know, babygirl," he murmurs, "i know."

you both do surprisingly well for the first ten minutes or so. it's certainly an adjustment, having joel's cock so deep inside you without any sort of riding or thrusting, or any movement at all for that matter. you close your eyes and just focus on the feeling of being held, being full. you inhale his cologne and bask in the comfort and safety of it, nuzzle against the scruff of his beard and settle more loosely into his lap.

joel manages to do some work, pencil scratching here and there as he crosses things out and adds new things in, consults lists and tries to organize things better. you like listening to him work, like it even better when you can sit like this and be so close to him while he does it. why haven't you tried this sooner? there's something so relaxing about it, so soothing.

you wonder if your boyfriend has noticed your absence yet; it's almost like a game for you at this point, finding out when exactly he cares to notice that you're not in his room anymore, that you're not just sitting on his bed watching him yell at people online. it usually takes about an hour or so, and by that point you and joel have usually finished. you wish you had more time to spare with him, wish you could just be with him like this without the constant time limit looming over your head.

"feels so good," you find yourself whispering softly, and the sound of your voice makes his cock pulse inside you; you smirk at the reaction.

"it does," he agrees quietly, typing something into his computer but wasting no time in turning his head slightly to kiss your temple, "so tight around me, baby."

"love being full of you," you murmur, placing a kiss against his jaw in return, "love your cock."

he hums and noses your cheek, still typing something as he does it. you can't help but think of all the times you tried to show your boyfriend some affection while he was gaming and had just been met with anger and irritation. meanwhile joel has a deadline he's trying to meet but still makes time for this. the difference is staggering.

things start to get a bit difficult around the twenty minute mark; joel had moved the chair slightly and it had somehow resulted in his cock pushing just a little bit further inside, brushing the spot that makes you crazy. you're tensing around him now, breaths coming out a bit shorter as you dig your nails into his back and try your hardest not to move. he knows something's different, can feel the way your body language has changed in his lap.

"just a few more minutes, babygirl," he whispers, one of his hands dancing soothingly along your back, "almost done."

"i can't," you find yourself whining, thighs tightening in his lap as the head of his cock pulses and throbs against the deepest part of you, "i can't daddy, it's so much."

"i know," he murmurs, still rubbing your back as he clicks a few things with his mouse, "i know, baby, it's so deep, huh? but you can do it, just two more minutes."

you nod against his shoulder and whimper pitifully, wishing and hoping internally that it'll somehow be less than that. you're so wet, body aching as you brace down on his cock and wrap your arms tightly around him in the chair. you can feel every inch of him within your walls, every vein, every heavy throb, so big and thick inside of you that you almost want to cry. you're so full of him and so overwhelmed by his scent surrounding you, pulling you in.

"daddy," you whimper, biting down on your lip to try and keep your voice down, "daddy, i'm gonna come."

he's done clicking the mouse and back to typing, hand coming down from your back as he does the last few finishing touches to the schedule he's been working on this whole time, "that's alright, honey," he says quietly, "that's okay, you can come."

"n-need to move, just a little bit," you whisper, "just for a second."

"thought you said you'd be able to stay still, babygirl?" he murmurs, a hint of playfulness in his voice, "thought you just wanted to sit on daddy's cock, nothin' else?"

you whine in his ear, arms tightening around him, "i can't," you moan, almost shaking as your orgasm stirs in your belly, so close but so far, "it's too much, it's too big, i-"

"shhh," his hands are suddenly at your hips, fingers pressing into the soft skin as he holds you firmly on his cock, "it's okay, baby, i'm done, i'm all done."

"you are?" you pull back to look at him and you're ridiculously surprised to see that he looks just as wrecked as you feel; he's taken off his glasses, brow furrowed in pleasure while spots of red bloom across his skin. his eyes are dark and hooded, lips wet and red like he's spent the past half an hour biting them - he probably has.

"i am," he says, voice deep and husky, "you did so good, sweetheart, so good for me," his gaze falls to where you're connected, and you can both see the way your wetness has stained his jeans, his underwear. he groans at the sight and pulls you against him again, one hand pressing flat against your back while the other travels upward to tangle in your hair, "hold on to me, angel."

it's all the warning you get before he's fucking up into you, hard and fast. it's like you haven't both spent the past twenty five minutes in quiet agony, the way he holds you tight and fucks you like you only have a few minutes. and maybe you do - you never know when your boyfriend might knock on the office door, wondering where you are. but that's part of the fun.

"there you go" he grunts in your ear, and you swear you feel him smile against your skin when you start to come, body shaking around him as you cry out and hold onto him tighter, "that's what my babygirl needed, huh?"

it's so hard to be quiet when you're having sex with joel - it's arguably the best sex of your life every single time. you're so close to screaming from the pleasure, from the relentless thrusts of his cock against your cervix while his balls slap against your ass. you have no choice but to dig your teeth into the thick cotton of his sweater, hoping he'll be okay with it, that it won't hurt him too much.

"oh fuck," he groans; clearly he's okay with it because the second your teeth dig into him he's gone, hips stuttering as he stills inside of you and pumps you full, fingers digging perfectly into your hips just the way you like.

you try to say daddy but your mouth is too full for the word to sound like anything substantial, though somehow he knows what you're trying to say. his hands come up to hold you close to him again, his lips pressing kiss after kiss along your cheek and jaw, murmuring praises until he's finished.

both of you sit there in silence for a few moments, catching your breaths and just existing with each other. eventually you have to clamor out of his lap, cock slipping out and making you both moan at the loss. it feels so strange to not have him inside anymore, not after being connected for so long.

he stands and tucks himself back into his pants, zipping himself up and looping his belt while you tug your panties back on. he watches, eyes still dark as you finger some of his come back inside yourself before pulling up your shorts. if there's anything you've both learned from these secret sessions, it's that you love being full of his release. and he loves that you love it.

"that was certainly something," he says with a breathless laugh, eyes coming back up to meet yours, "lasted much longer than i thought i would."

you grin, "did you actually get your work done?"

he grimaces, eyeing the computer, "i think so, but i'm gonna have to check it again and make sure i didn't accidentally put something about your pussy in there."

you feel yourself flush, looking shyly down at the floor, "yeah, that'd be bad."

he takes a step toward you and brings you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head a few times before settling his chin there. you shiver and press your face against his chest, unable to stop tears from pricking in your eyes. you squeeze him tighter and he tilts his head down a bit, nosing your hair, "what's on your mind, sweetheart?" god, he always knows when your mind is somewhere else, can always tell when there's something you're not saying.

"i just..." you sigh contentedly against his chest, squeezing your eyes shut and reveling in the safety of his embrace, "i just really like being with you, joel."

you don't say the other thing you're feeling, the big L word that's starting to feel like a weight on your chest every time you're with him. but it's only been two months, not to mention you're literally dating his son. how did you manage to get in this situation? how have you managed to fall in love with your boyfriend's father?

"i really like being with you too," he whispers softly, presses another kiss to your hair.

and it's enough for now.

[foxpawwritten]

Zydrate Anatomy Exchange

A little Graverobber x OC based on the lyrics to zydrate anatomy. Smut warning, this is just smut that’s all it is. You have been warned. Eventually I’ll post this to Ao3 as well.

Graverobber traces a finger across my jaw, tilting my chin up. His features are barely illuminated by what little light filters through the alley from the streetlight at the corner.

His voice is low and gravely, “Drug market, sub market. Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in.” I’ve known Graves long enough to know he isn’t expecting me to respond. In fact if I did respond at all he wouldn’t hesitate to take the hand that is delicately touching my cheek and wrap it around my neck, squeezing until I was gasping. Just like zydrate, Graves makes the pain pleasurable and he enjoys doing so.

I silently watch him as he turns my face gently to the side, studying the curve of my neck as he mutters to himself. “Blood market,” his tongue is warm on my neck as he quickly glides it from my collar bone to my ear. His voice is rumbly and low as he whispers into my ear, “love market.”

Hi grip on my cheek and chin tightens suddenly, “Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in.” He drops my face suddenly and I stumble slightly as he turns away from me. “Sometimes I wonder why they need me at all.”

Just as quickly as the frustration came on to him it disappears again and he is all charm again. He pulls a glowing blue vial from one of the many pockets on his coat, “Zydrate comes in a little glass vial.” He pulls me in close, gripping the small of my back. He slowly traces the cold vial against my collar bone, leaving goose flesh on my skin. He ghosts his lips across my cheek and neck, his breath hot and damp on my skin.

He drops the hand from the small of my back, reaching into another hidden and pulling out a syringe gun, “And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery.” I shiver as he softly drags the needle down my neck and in between my breasts. “And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy.” He closes the space between us, hovering over me without actually touching me. The urge to just try and melt into him, begging him to touch me is overwhelming but that would just earn a punishment.

My patience is rewarded when he dips down to his knees and roughly pulls my leg over his shoulder. He pushes my skirt aside, exposing my bare thigh to him. He grips hard, his knuckles turning white. He rests the tip of the needle as high up my thigh as he can, he pushes it in enough for a dark drop of blood to slowly begin to drip down my thigh. He pulls the trigger without warning. “And when the gun goes off, it sparks are you’re ready.” His face is pushed into my chest as I convulse forward when the zydrate hits my system.

All thoughts disappear in the calming wave of zydrate. I run my hands through his hair, keeping him pushed against me. I wrap my fingers in the tangles and pull a bit. My voice is barely a rasp, “Graverobber, Graverobber” I swallow before continuing again, “Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.” A lie. Deep down I know why. Graves slips gently from my grasp, ducking down so his face is level with my thigh. He licks the ruby blood that has been slowly dripping down my leg and stops when he gets to the injection point. Kissing the spot, he looks up at me. When he knows he has my full attention he bites down. Any pain from the pressure instantly turns into sparks of pleasure. “Graverobber sometimes I wonder why I need you at all.”

He smirks against my leg, his breath sending shivers through my body. “You need a little help with the agony.” I close my eyes as he slowly traces a finger up my leg. “And a little help comes in a little glass vial in a gun pressed against your anatomy.” His fingers tease across my skin as he speaks. “And when the gun goes off you’re ready for me.” He slips his fingers under the edge of my underwear, wasting no time to start teasing soft circles around my clit.

His fingers are rough from his work but his touch is unbelievably tender as he deftly slips a finger inside of me and then another, curling his fingers. My eyes roll back as my hips buck against his hand. I try and press myself further into his touch but the grip he has on my waist keeps me firmly in place. Looking down I see his smug smile and manage to gasp out, “Graverobber, sometimes I wonder why I need you at all.” Graves easily sees through the lie, rubbing his thumb over my clit and massaging a circle into the bud as I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning.

Once he is satisfied that I am enjoying myself he quickly pulls his fingers from me. I frown from the sudden loss of pleasure. Before I can complain he grabs my ass and pushes me onto his face. I gasp and let out a moan as his tongue flicks over my clit. He gently laps at me with a steady pace as I try to grind into his face. My hands gripping his shoulders to brace myself, nails digging deep into his coat. He pulls back, his grip on my waist tightening so I can’t follow him. A punishment for not being able to control myself.

“It takes you there.” He mutters, dipping his head down close to my knee and places his lips on the skin. “It’s pure.” His teeth scrape against my skin as he slowly climbs up my leg. “It’s rare.” He growls, his nails dig into my thigh leaving scratch marks in their wake. “It takes you there.” He thrusts his face inbetween my thighs, giving me a single lick before saying. “I take you there.”

Graverobber bites and nips at me, scattering licks and kisses across the marks on my skin to ease the pain. He bites my hip hard and pleasure shoots through me in waves. Graves stands up quickly crashing his lips against my own. He pushes me back until I stumble and he catches me around the waist easing me to the ground until I can feel the wet concrete beneath my back. He doesn’t stop kissing me, his tongue dominating my own. When he pulls back I try to follow but he is quick to grab around my neck and push me back into the cold ground. I squirm under his grip while his other hand works to get his pants undone. Once free he rolls his hips into mine and I lift my legs around his waist. He doesn’t wait to enter me with one assertive push, staring down at me as I arch my back in pleasure and cry out underneath him. When I finally become still he releases his grip from around my neck.

“Good girl.” He says lowly, brushing the fingers that were gripping my neck in featherlight touches down my breasts, teasing a nipple between his thumb and forefinger before lifting them to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. He tangles his hand in the hair near my scalp and pulls back, making me cry out again.

Between the sensation of him inside of me and the zydrate heightening every feeling of pleasure I gasp as I climax. Shuddering into his touch and raking my nails under his shirt across his back. The pleasure is intense as every muscle in my body tightens before relaxing in the release. Graverobber grins darkly down at me giving me only a moment to try and recover, his plans for me are far from over. He dips his head down to me on the concrete and slowly licks my collar bone, his tongue pressed flat as he slowly drags it up my neck and stops at my lips. Kissing me roughly he guides me into standing back up, turning me around and then pushing me roughly against the wall. His hands cage my body underneath his and I can feel his breath hot and rapid against the back of my neck. He hovers his lips above my skin and as I turn to look back at him he kisses me again. It’s just the softest brush of his lips against mine before he spinning me around again to face him and shoving me down onto my knees.

He waits patiently for me, staring down expectantly until I take him softly into my mouth. I try to go agonizingly slow to tease him but a quick thrust of his hips cause me to gag. I instinctively try to pull back but he has gripped the back of my head keeping his cock deep in my throat until I can adjust to him. Graverobber at least has the decency to stay still until I relax my throat to start moving again. He starts slowly this time but quickly finds a rhythm he likes. I stare doe eyed up at him as he releases the grip on the back of my head, cupping his fingers behind the back of ear and along my jaw. It doesn’t take him long to let out a groan, rolling his head back and closing his eyes as he enjoys it. His touch becomes less demanding on my jaw as he gives me more control.

Slowly, carefully so I don’t startle him. I let myself begin to touch him. I trace the outline of his hips, following the downward v before dipping my fingers under the edge of his shirt and gently scratching up his sides. He doesn’t pull away from my touch but instead leans into it slightly. Emboldened, I add a little bit more force behind my touch and bring my hands back down so I can fondle him as I work my mouth around him. After a time Graves drags me up off my knees and to my feet again. He kisses me, backing us into the wall until my back is pressing into the brick. He presses his body flush against mine and his lips brush against the top of my forehead. I try and stay as still as I can while he dips low enough to bite my earlobe. I tilt my head to give him better access to my neck. He brushes his lips across my skin settling on my shoulder before biting down hard enough to leave a dark mark. As he does he thrusts back into me and I cry out in bliss. Every thrust inside of me is faster as I wrap a leg around his waist and throw my arms around his neck. His hands grasp up and down my body, pinching and playing with my nipples and leaving scratch marks along my thighs and hips. His pace quickens as he shoves himself as deep as he can within me, staying there and capturing my cry of pleasure with his lips as we both climax. We stay entangled like that for a moment, kissing as we ride out our highs. Eventually his touch softens and becomes teasing as he moves so he can slip a hand between my thighs and begin again.