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The First Taste (p. 3)

DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You thought that it was just going to be you and your dad watching football together, but a lonely Joel comes over to join you two.

Warnings: SMUT!! pet names, porn with little plot, dom!joel, age gap, PiV, daddy kink, joel is a little bit of a perv, cursing, breast play?, reader and joel almost caught by reader's dad, teasing, fingering, slight dom!reader, hair pulling, football, joel is lonely, mentions of sarah, tommy, and maria

Song Inspo (feel free to listen if you want): Bathroom by Montell Fish

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: not me being gone for months...i swear i did not forget about yall! i had this saved in a google doc since november and haven't had the time nor motivation to finish it until now YAY

Enjoy babies! Please reblog, share, like, and comment if you want. <333

It was a shame—there you were, sitting on the couch at home on a Thursday night, waiting for your dad to get back from the store so the two of you could have some snacks while watching football. You didn’t know much about the sport, but it’s not like you had nothing better to do.  

You called your friend and asked her if she would be down to hang out tonight, but lately, she would much rather hang out with her boyfriend than her best friend. While you were a little disappointed by her response, a part of you also felt relieved by her answer. 

It’s not like you had much energy these days after recently getting a job as a teacher assistant at the local elementary school, and while it had been a job that you enjoyed a lot, it was also a demanding job that took a lot of your energy. You were constantly running back and forth from the classroom to the copy room to grab a stack of papers for the teacher, occasionally having to console kids or sometimes having to stop a lesson because someone peed themselves. The teachers would also ask you to create lessons for the day, which took up a lot of your free time outside of the classroom. You didn’t mind it though; after all, it is your job, and more often than not, the kids were sweet and would be on their best behavior depending on the day. 

Today was different; you weren’t as tired as you usually are after work, you didn’t have any work to do, and you had the day off tomorrow. And for that, you were grateful. 

You were lazily stretched out on the couch, watching whatever was on ESPN before the game was set to start. You check your phone for the time and notice that it is almost 8 o'clock and your dad isn't back yet. 

It shouldn’t take him this long to get back, you think to yourself. 

You decide to call him to check up on him, but as soon as you press his contact, you hear a knock at the front door. This confused you for a second because your dad usually used his key to open the door, but maybe he couldn’t since he was carrying bags. You get off the couch and walk to the front door. 

“Took you long enou-” you say right as you swing the door, thinking that it was your dad. However, you cut yourself off when you realized who it was. 

No, it was not your dad, but the last person you were expecting to see today. 

The one and only Joel-fucking-Miller  

“Joel,” you try to sound as normal as possible, but it was obvious from your tone that you were shocked. “W-what are you doing here?” You asked him. You could see the corner of his lips quirk up at your nervousness before going back to his usual serious look. 

It’s not like it is uncommon for Joel to be over at your house, but it was usually during the times you were out of the house. Or your dad would be the one to greet him at the door. After Tommy and Maria moved away and Sarah was out of the house more, Joel's appearances at your house became more frequent. 

“Just here to watch the game with your dad,” he says as he points inside the house. “You mind if I come in, darlin’?” 

“Shit! I’m sorry,” you say, opening the door wider and moving out of the way. “Please, come in.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he says as he enters. You could smell his warm scent just as he walked right past you, making you almost want to go and throw yourself onto him. 

As you were closing the door, you closed your eyes and let out a loud sigh before making your way back to the couch. You felt like a baby deer walking for the first time because you could feel Joel’s eyes on you. And to make matters worse, your legs had brushed against his as you passed by him, causing you to apologize immediately as if he were going to eat you for accidentally touching him. 

“You’re fine, sweetheart,” he chuckles. You sigh with relief before sitting down on the couch, leaving a seat between the two of you. 

The two of you sat there in silence—you sat there tense, while Joel sat there relaxed and unaffected. 

A sense of guilt crept up on you as you sat there, looking at the TV screen in deep thought. 

It had been about two years since whatever that was between you and Joel at the lake, and you still felt guilt whenever your dad would bring him up to you. 

Whenever Joel did come around, he usually brought Sarah with him, and you would hang out with her most of the time. You felt bad for using Sarah as an escape from her dad, but you couldn’t deal with being around Joel.

“Your dad told me about that new job of yours,” Joel asked you, causing you to look over at him. He was looking at you with frowning eyebrows and eyes full of curiosity. “How’s it goin’?”

“It’s nice; it’s fun working with the kids and all that stuff.” You say, sounding a little too enthusiastic. 

“That’s good, sweetheart. I’m proud of you.” He says sincerely, and the dimple on his cheek deepens as he gives you a small grin, almost causing your heart to jump out of your chest.  

Thanks. You say lowly as your face warms up at his words. You liked hearing him say he was proud of you; it made you feel tingly and warm inside. “How’s Sarah been? I haven't seen her around lately,” you say as you try to replace the silence that fell over you two. 

"Oh, that girl—she's hardly ever home these days,” Joel sighs in defeat as he scratches his graying beard. “I can’t even get her to sit down and have a meal with me,” he said lowly. 

All you could do was stare at Joel with a sympathetic look. 

Looking up from his lap, Joel's eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked at you. Watching as you stared at him with your lips frowned down. “Don’t look at me like I'm some wounded animal, sweet girl. I’ll be just fine.” His southern accent sounds more prominent as he says it. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled as you looked away from him, feeling embarrassed for some reason. 

Joel was about to say something to you before you heard the sounds of keys at the front door. You knew that it must’ve been your dad at the door, struggling to get his keys, so you helped him. However, Joel stopped you from getting up after he put his arm in front of you as he got off the couch. 

“I’ll help him, sweetheart,” he says as he winks at you and makes his way to the door to help your dad.  

Oh, Joel.

As soon as Joel opens the door, they both loudly greet each other. He grabs the bags out of your dad's hands and makes his way to the kitchen, where he helps him put things away.

A part of you knew deep down that it was going to be a long night. 

…

About halfway through the game, you were falling asleep as you sat comfortably in the corner of the couch, covered in your blanket. However, your dad and Joel made sure to keep you up as they talked loudly to each other or even loudly cursed at the TV. 

Suddenly, your dad’s phone began to ring loudly, interrupting their conversation. 

You could hear the groan of the leather recliner as your dad stretched out so that he could reach into his pocket to grab his phone. 

“Ah, fuck,” your dad says as he looks at the caller ID. “Gotta take this real quick,” your dad says as he gets up and looks at Joel. “Let me know what happens,” he says as he gestures to the TV, to which Joel nods his head. Joel watched as your dad shuffled down the hall and into his office before shutting the door behind him. 

It was now just the two of you, alone. 

You knew he was watching you because you could feel Joel’s gaze burning into your skin, and you were trying your hardest not to look at him. You sat there, as stiff as a board, as your breathing began to pick up.

“You alright there, darlin’? You look a little nervous over there."

“I’m fine, Joel,” you said curtly as you kept your eyes on the TV. 

He lets out a deep hum, and you almost feel yourself relax as you believe that is the end of your interaction. But Joel speaks again: “Why don’t you come sit with me, sweetheart?" he said as he patted the open spot next to him on the couch. 

You look over at him, and you see that he has this smirk on his face. “I ain’t gonna bite you too hard, baby,” he winks at you with a click of his tongue. You felt

“Come on and be a good girl before your daddy comes back, yeah?” 

It was evident that Joel knew how to talk to you and get you to do anything he wanted because you hesitantly rose off of the couch and made your way over to him. His devilish smirk grows wider, making you even more nervous. 

Just as you are about to sit down next to him, Joel grabs your hips with his strong hands, causing you to let out a yelp as you plop down on his lap. And there you were, sitting sideways on his lap with your back against the arm of the couch. 

You could feel the anger bubbling inside of you at his actions. You were upset that he would grab you like that. 

You turned your head to look at Joel as you began to quietly scold him, afraid that your dad would come out of his office and find you sitting on his friend's lap. “Are you actually out of your fucking mind, Joel? What if my dad-”

Before you could continue, Joel cut you off by placing his warm hand on your thigh with that smirk still on his face. "Oh, darlin’, we’re just sitting here,” he says while looking at you with his brown eyes as he begins to stroke close to your inner thigh with his fingers. “Unless you want me to do somethin’ else," he almost whispers to you as he strokes his fingers further up your thigh. 

You turned your focus away from Joel and to where he was touching you, nearly letting out soft whimpers, but you stopped yourself before they could escape your mouth. “You like that, baby?" He says this as he holds his other hand, resting on the couch, to the back of your neck, holding a firm grip. 

Rather than responding, you just shook your head, leaving Joel unsatisfied because he knew you were lying. He takes his hand from your thigh and brings it to your neck. Now, both of his hands were holding you in place by your neck, and you would be lying again if you said you didn’t enjoy this. 

“Don’t fuckin lie to me, girl. Look me in the eyes and tell me you liked it,” he says as his erection grows. 

You decided you were going to have fun as well.

With his firm grip of both of his hands around your neck, you try your best to turn your head and look at him fully. You look down at his lips before looking into his eyes. “Mm, I loved it, Joel." 

And you were going to take it a step further by placing your hand over his on your throat and making him grip it tighter. “I love it so much, Daddy." You whispered even though the TV volume was high enough that your dad wouldn’t hear what was going on. 

You watch the smirk leave his face, and this dark look flashes in his eyes; he’s serious now.  

“I bet you do, baby,” he says in his husky voice as his fingers dig into your neck. You move your hand down to his wrist as your other one goes for his pointer finger and brings it to your warm mouth. Joel inhales sharply as you suck on the tip of his finger and tease your tongue around it. The sensation of you sucking on his finger immediately shot down to his cock, causing it to strain in his pants, and you could feel it against your thigh. 

Everything about the situation turned Joel on—something about the thrill of his best friend walking out of his office and seeing his daughter sitting on his lap while she sucked on his finger turned him on. He watched closely as your lips were wrapped around his finger, watching as the spit slid down his finger. 

It felt like the two of you were in your world before hearing your dad’s office door swing open. The two of you immediately began to panic; you pulled Joel’s finger out of your mouth and threw yourself off of his lap and onto the cushion next to him as you heard your dad’s footsteps creeping closer to the living room. There wasn’t much time to scoot away from Joel without looking suspicious, but you tried to leave an appropriate amount of space between you two.

In the corner of your eye, you see Joel drop his hands down onto his lap to cover his erection. 

“Well, what happened?” Your dad asked as he flopped down into his leather recliner with a groan. 

“Not sure,” Joel says coolly as he reaches over to grab his beer from the coffee table and takes a quick sip—still trying to cover himself.  

“What the hell do you mean? You were right here the whole time." Your dad further pushes for an answer. 

God, if only he knew the real reason, he’d freak out. He’d probably do more than freak out. 

“We were talkin’ the whole time; wasn’t even payin’ attention,” Joel said with amusement. “Ain’t that right, darlin’?” he says as he gently nudges your knee. Meanwhile, you could feel your face heating with embarrassment at his words, knowing they weren’t true. What the two of you were doing was far from just talking. 

You looked over at Joel with a wide, fake smile and said, “Yup, that’s right. Joel was just showing me something on his phone." 

Your dad mutters something under his breath as he turns his attention to the game, causing you to finally drop the fake smile. Meanwhile, you and Joel are still staring at each other; more so, you are giving him a death glare while he looks at you with an entertained gleam in his eyes. Once he did look away, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. 

You didn’t know if you were mad or if you wanted to fuck him. 

…

For the rest of the time, you busied yourself by being on your phone the whole time. The conversation between Joel and your dad had come to a stop after your dad kicked his feet up on his recliner, laid back, and went to sleep, leaving Joel to watch the game by himself silently. 

Whenever Joel got bored or there was a commercial break, he would pick up his phone and check his email or text messages before setting his phone back down and letting out a loud huff. 

There was a part of you that felt bad for not making conversation with him, but you were unable to shake the sexual tension that lingered between you two. 

You drop your phone on your lap before turning to Joel and clearing your throat to catch his attention. “Can I get you water or something?” You ask Joel over the sound of the football commentator's laughter and your dad’s snoring. 

Joel’s eyes move from the TV to you, making you feel nervous now that his attention is on you. “I’m good, darlin’,” he says as he gives you a quick, small smile before turning his gaze back to the game. 

You just nodded your head, even though he wasn’t looking at you, and attempted to distract yourself with your phone again. 

So much for making conversation, you think to yourself as you cringe with embarrassment. 

In the midst of you scrolling through your Instagram feed, you feel a warm, callused hand snake onto your thigh, almost scaring the living hell out of you until you realized it was’s hand Joe

You both sat silently, making no attempt to move an inch as his hand rested on the inside of your thigh, almost as if he were waiting for you to push his hand away, but you never did. 

Instead, you make sure that your dad is still sound asleep before you shift your body towards Joel, inching your body closer to him. You adjusted yourself so that your left leg was up with the blanket draped over it, while the other one rested halfway on Joel’s thigh. If your dad were to wake up, it’s not like he would know what you and Joel were doing. 

He starts to stroke your thigh before slowly moving his hand up and stopping at the band of your sweatpants. Your heart was racing, so eager for him to touch you. 

Without looking, Joel’s fingers find the waistband of your sweatpants, causing your breathing to hitch and your heart to beat faster. Once his fingers sip in, he slowly reaches your center. You felt as if you were on the brink of cumming right then and there. His touch was slow and sensual, as he gently teased your clit as he spread your arousal. 

Who knew a man like him could touch you like this? 

You felt your senses becoming clouded as he did this. Oh fuck, you whimpered a little too loudly before you could even realize it, making you slap your hand over your mouth. 

Joel looks down at you, continuing to spread your wetness around. “You okay, darlin’?” He asks you so casually, as if his hands are not in your pants, rubbing your clit. You can see the look in his eyes as his eyebrows quirked, waiting for you to answer him. 

Mmhm, you whimper after letting out a shaky sigh as you finally release your hand from over your mouth. 

He leaned over so he could whisper to you, “You like that, baby? You like when I play with that pretty pussy?” You nodded in response as you bit down on your bottom lip, fearing that if you did open your mouth, you would immediately wake up your dad. “I know you do; you like it when daddy makes you feel good, yeah?”

Joel’s eyes quickly shifted to your dad before looking back at you. That’s when his slow circles became faster. Again, you slapped your hand over your mouth, trying to conceal any noises, while the other clawed at Joel’s forearm. Your thighs trembled as you neared the edge of your orgasm; your eyes were closed, and your head dropped onto Joel’s shoulder. 

“Y'gonna cum, girl?” Joel says lowly, his fingers never letting up as he applies more pressure. “Answer me, or else you won’t cum at all.” You tried to get the words to come out of your mouth, but you couldn't, as the knot in your stomach was nearly unraveled for him. 

Sticking to his word, Joel watched as you got closer and closer to your orgasm—watching the way your hand tried to wrap around his wrist, the way that you held your breath, or the way your toes wiggled in your socks before going completely still—that's when he knew you were about to cum. 

However, he quickly pulled his hand from your pants, leaving you in a state of disappointment and shock. It was almost hilarious to Joel as he watched the wave of disappointment and anger flash over your face. He knew you wanted to scold him, but he didn’t care. 

“Aw, you mad, baby?” Joel teased, making you roll your eyes at him. “You should be a good girl next time and listen.” 

Then, an idea pops into your head. 

“Come to the bathroom with me." You whisper to him before getting up and running to the bathroom, not waiting for an answer from him. 

You were determined to get your way with him, even if that meant having your way with him in your bathroom.

Once you were in the bathroom, your heart was pounding as you listened to the sound of Joel’s heavy feet making their way up the stairs and to the bathroom. 

He softly knocks on the door with his knuckle before he opens the door halfway and slips inside. As soon as he shut the door behind himself and turned around to you, you grabbed Joel by his collar and smashed your lips against his. Even though you had shocked Joel with your forwardness, he had no problem returning your kiss. His hands were pawing at your back as you began to release his collar and go down to his belt. Joel’s cock strained in his pants as you hurriedly undid his belt and pants. 

Once you did finally get it open and pull his pants down enough to gain access to his cock, you broke the kiss and looked down.

You gasp, and your mouth waters at the sight.

The dark hairs that sat on the base complimented Joel’s thick, heavy cock beautifully. 

You drag your fingers through the fuzz before gripping his shaft and stroking down to the head of his cock. He softly moans your name. “Is this all for me, Joel?” You asked him as you looked into his eyes, and his grip on your back tightened. 

He had to keep his composure as you began to stroke him at a slow pace. “All for you, baby,” he says, his eyes looking deeply into yours with a look you can only describe as lustful. He looked at you as if he were going to devour you, and you would gladly let him. 

With every stroke, Joel would pull you closer to him, still making eye contact as you did it. 

“Does my hand feel good wrapped around your cock, Joel?” You cooed at him and began to speed up your pace on his heavy cock, not giving him any time to respond. His eyebrows immediately frowned with pleasure as he licked his lips. “You like it when I stroke you like this?”   

Because of his lack of response, you reach your arm up to bring his head close to your face, still stroking his cock. “Come on, Joel. Answer me.” You ask him lowly in his ear, demanding from him like he did to you on the couch. After you said this, you felt him immediately thrust into your fist as his hands flew down on you and he groaned into your neck. 

“Feels so good, darlin’,” he says, borderline moaning at the way you were making him feel. 

Not that Joel was getting laid daily, but when he did, women never acted this way with him. It was usually him who was the dominant one calling the shots, but he liked what you were doing to him. And it was wrong—it was wrong for him to love it this much, especially because of how much younger you were than him and because your dad is one of his closest friends.

You feel his facial hair on your neck as he begins to place soft kisses there. “You’re so big, Joel.” You whimper, still stroking him. “I want you to fuck me."

“Yeah?” he says against your neck before grunting. “You think you can handle this cock, darlin’?”

"You think you can handle me, old man?” You say it back to him, trying to get under his skin, which worked because he pulled away from your neck and looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. 

“Come on, take your clothes off, darlin’,” he tells you as he tugs at your shirt and releases you from his hold. You start by pulling off your shirt and then going to your bottoms. While you did this, you took in Joel’s appearance. 

He stood there with his jean shirt exposing his chest and neck, his curls wildly laid against his forehead, and his hard cock hanging out of his pants. He looked like something straight out of a porn magazine.

Joel noticed that you were struggling with your bra as he watched you try to unhook it. “Here, let me help you, darlin’.” You nodded your head and turned around. 

In the mirror, you can see Joel shamelessly eyeing your ass before looking back up and meeting your eyes in the mirror. You look back at him with a cocked eyebrow, letting him know that you saw him staring at your ass. And without saying anything, he steps forward and gives your ass a quick spank, causing an echo in the bathroom. You let out a yelp—surprised and turned on at the same time. 

“Joel,” you scold him as you look at him through the mirror. 

Yeah, yeah, was all he said as he brushed off your words. He quickly undoes your bra before sliding the straps down your arms with his fingertips and letting the undergarment fall onto the floor. While he did this, you felt a tingle run down your spine as you began to form goosebumps on your arm, and your nipples hardened. 

“Fuck, look at that." His voice trails off as he looks at your breasts through the mirror. “Lookin’ so desperate for your daddy, ain’t that right, darlin'?" You watch as his arms snake around you before he cups your breasts. Thoughtlessly, you nodded your head in agreement with him; however, in the midst of that, Joel began to tweak your nipples with his thumb and pointer fingers. 

He lets out a deep hum, almost in approval, as he takes in the sight of you two and gives your nipple one last tug before his left hand trails down slowly, while the right is still cupping your breast. Joel’s fingers dove between your thighs, teasingly rubbing his warm, thick fingers on your lips as he gathered the arousal that dripped from you. You release a muffled whine as you press your lips shut. 

“Jesus Christ, darlin’,” Joel growls in your ear as he brings his hand to eye level to observe your wetness that was clinging onto his fingers before licking it off. You watch through the mirror as he licks every last drop off of his fingers. “Fucking delicious,” he mutters quietly as he pulls them out of his mouth before placing a soft kiss on your neck and shoulder. 

You feel your stomach tighten with longing for the older man, and your head becomes fizzy, making you close your eyes and roll your head to the side. 

That was until Joel moved his hand from your breast and up to your throat. “Uh-uh, I want you to keep lookin’,” he says firmly, causing your eyes to flutter open and catch his eyes in the mirror. “That’s right, darlin’,” Joel mutters. 

With the size of his hand, he had a firm grip on your neck, ensuring your head did not move from the mirror.

Joel brings his fingers back down to your pussy and brings your lower half closer to his. As he played with your clit, you could feel him humping against your ass, spreading his precum on it. You tried so hard to stop the moans from slipping out. It was to the point that you could almost feel the skin on your bottom lip begin to tear. 

You let out a huff of air before looking at Joel with pleading eyes. “Fuck, Joel I-I need you to fuck me. Please,” You beg him in your softest voice. 

“You’d like that? Wouldn’t you, darlin’?” Joel taunts you while still rubbing a circle around your clit.

"Yes!" you moaned at him. 

“I know you would, pretty girl,” While playing with your clit, Joel spoke lowly in your ear again. “Daddy’s gonna take good care of you; don’t worry.”

Without wasting a second, he releases his grip around your neck and moves his hands away from your pussy. He places his hand on your back and slowly pushes you over the sink, while he uses the other to spread your legs open. Your hands grip the sides of the sink with your face inches away from the mirror, breathing heavily as you watch Joel. 

You could feel your pussy clench around nothing as he grabbed onto your waist and spit onto his fingers before rubbing it onto his cock. Joel teases your slit with the fleshy tip of his cock, forcing a mixture of a moan and a groan out of your mouth. You push your ass against him, hoping that he'll allow himself to enter you. And he does. 

The moment his head pushed into you, you could feel yourself stretching around him as you both met each other's thrust. Straightaway, you and Joel were gasping at the sensation.

“Holy hell, darlin’,” Joel groans shakily as his eyes clamp. “Tight fuckin’ cunt you got.” 

“You’re so big,” you weep quietly to him as you begin to slowly fuck yourself onto his cock. “I can feel you deep in me.”

Joel let out a breathy chuckle. “Fuck—look at you, so fucking desperate for my cock,” he taunts while he strokes your ass with his wide palm, making an effort not to bring it down onto your ass cheek. “Tell me how much you like having me in you."

This made you want to keep going, wanting to keep pleasing Joel, so you picked up. You made sure to throw your ass back on him as much as possible.

“So much—I love it so much, fucking much, daddy." 

You weren’t sure where this was coming from, but you liked it.

“Oh fuck, I know you do, baby. Keep fucking yourself onto my cock." Joel nearly growls as you watch him in the mirror intently. You watch as he looks down, where you are both connected with a slack jaw, taking in the view. 

You are now making it your mission to make him cum. And for some reason, you didn’t mind prioritizing Joel’s pleasure over your own—with past hookups, you made it your priority to get yours before letting them get theirs first.

But this was something different; you liked being able to make a man like Joel cum first.

The sound of your ass hitting his front was loud, and his heavy breathing almost made you cum. But with a lot of restraint, you were able to keep yourself from letting your eyes roll to the back of your head and watch Joel inch closer to his orgasm. 

“Cum for me, Joel,” you moan, encouraging him as he curses. You thought that he was going to thrust into you as he held you in place, but instead, you felt him quickly pull out of you, resting his damp forehead on your back as he tried to catch his breath. You let out a whine of disappointment. “Why’d you pull out?” 

It took him a couple of seconds to respond, “I been wanting to fuck you since I first laid eyes on you, pretty girl. You think I’d cum that fast?" He asked you.

“Now, come on, put your leg up so Daddy can go deeper, baby.” He tells you as he taps your thigh. 

Deeper? How much deeper does he need to go? You ask yourself; nonetheless, you still did as he said, a little curious.

You tightly grip the sink and begin to put your feet on the toilet lid. Joel makes sure to hold onto your hips and guide your foot. “Trust me, sweetheart, it’ll feel real good,” he says with a grin. 

He firmly grabs your hips and drills into you without any warning. “Oh my god,” you moan loudly while deeply inhaling. “Fuck, Joel!” you said, feeling overwhelmed by the feeling of the tip of Joel’s cock pressed deeply inside of you. 

With this new position, you could feel every inch of him in you—the head of his cock, his shaft, the way his cock twitched when he felt your pussy fluttering around him.

“I know, it’s okay,” he says after he hushes you, attempting to keep you quiet. “You just gotta—fuck—you gotta stay quiet.”

An ache formed in Joel’s lower back from his speed, and he knew it would fuck up his whole day tomorrow, but that didn’t stop him. 

You feel Joel’s fingers grab a handful of your hair, starting from the root, and tug your body to his. 

He noticed that your eyes were tightly closed as he continued to brutally thrust into you. With his grip still firm on your hair, he grabs your neck with his other hand and holds you in place. “Op-open your eyes, pretty girl. Look at yourself while I fuck this tight pussy of yours,” Joel grunts into your ear, making you whimper. 

You force yourself to open your eyes, and when you do, the familiar knot in your stomach almost comes undone.

“Don’t stop, baby." Your voice quivers as your legs tremble. But with Joel’s grip on your neck, he stops you from going down. “I-I’m gonna cum,” 

The bathroom was filled with all types of noises as he was now slowly fucking you through your orgasm. 

“Cum for daddy, darlin’, cum all over my cock.” 

And that’s when you finally came. 

Over the sounds of skin slapping and the squelching from your wet pussy, Joel talks you through your orgasm, whispering how much of a good girl you were for him and how good you were making him feel. 

He finally slowed down his pace as you came down. He could feel your cunt pulsate on his cock, bringing him to his climax.

Joel releases you and pulls out before jerking off on your ass and spilling his warm seed onto your soft skin. 

“Oh my god, Joel,” you moan as you feel the thick, milky white substance paint your ass. By the second spurt of cum hitting your ass, he bites down on your shoulder, trying to silence his loud, tired groans as he cums. 

You made Joel cum harder than he ever did before.  

After a few deep breaths later, you and Joel had finally calmed down, feeling fucked out and tired. 

He lets out a sigh before wiping the sweat off his forehead and looking down at the watch on his wrist. “Alright, darlin’,” he says as he tucks himself back into his pants and fixes his shirt. “Gotta get out of here before your old man wakes up."

“It was a little too late for you to say that now,” you joke with a relaxed grin on your face as you turn around to him to get one more look at him. It quickly fell when you realized that Joel could hardly look you in the eyes. “You okay?”

He tries to give you his best phony smile while attempting to look you in the eyes. ”I’m fine, sweetheart; I gotta get home to Sarah before it gets too late." Joel lies through his teeth and avoids eye contact again, hoping that you couldn’t see through him. “You should get yourself cleaned up and ready for bed. I’ll straighten up and use the spare to lock the door when I go." He nods his head at you in a bid to say bye and reaches for the doorknob as if he wasn’t balls deep in you a few minutes ago. 

You move out of his way, and he leaves without either of you saying another word to each other. 

And there you were—naked, ass covered in his cum, embarrassed, and hurt. 

A/N: i will make a masterlist soon i swear but I hope y'all liked it!! *MWAH*

[lacroixwh0r3]

The First Taste (p.2)

DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: It's the second day at the lake and you meet some people that live in the neighborhood.

Warnings: SMUT!!! DUB CON (sorta? Just gonna leave it to be safe), heavy sexual tension, pet names, age gap (Joel is 36 and reader is 21), masturbation (F and M), voyeurism, daddy kink, dom!Joel, Joel is a perv and an asshole, cursing, Bill, Frank, and Tess appearance, use of Y/N (1x), jealousy, degradation, no outbreak

Song inspo (feel free to read if you want): Skin by Mac Miller

PART 1 PART3

A/N: I am sooo sorry for taking so long with this one, life has been crazy and weird, but I already have plans for the next part hehe. Also, this is probably all over the place...I wrote some parts of this high lol

Please share, comment, like, and reblog...enjoy my pookies!<3

Trying to act normal around Joel was a bit of a struggle for you.

It was the second day of the trip and he was completely normal during breakfast—he laughed and joked with everyone, seeming a little more lively than the day before. It didn't seem like he had seen or heard anything last night. And if he did, he was being very closed—lipped about the whole thing, which you were grateful about that because you'd probably die from embarrassment.

Sarah had done the honors of waking up early and making breakfast this morning, which consisted of pancakes and eggs. It was something simple and everyone enjoyed it, meanwhile, you could hardly touch your plate. Not because the food wasn't good, but because you were too occupied with staring at Sarah's dad, the man you had fantasized about the night before. It seemed that no one was even paying attention so you assumed that no one would notice your lingering eyes.

Unbeknownst to you, Maria had quickly caught onto your crush on the older Miller brother, yet she never said anything. Not even to Tommy, her husband. She sat there quietly as she watched you watching him. She really thought nothing of it other than a simple crush and from what she could tell from Joel's stoic attitude, the feelings were not mutual. However, Maria didn't know that Joel was beginning to grow a desire for you—he could hide it better than you.

You were glad that Sarah has been too busy typing away on her phone to even pay attention.

“Y’all had fun last night?” Joel asked as he peered over at the three that went out last night, but mainly looking over at Maria. 

Joel was interested in their night, but he also knew how Tommy was after a few drinks. After Tommy and Maria had gotten married, it was obvious that he matured, but he still had his moments.

“It was lots of fun—there was good live music and good drinks there,” Maria said to him as the other two just nodded their heads in agreement.

"We actually ran into Bill and Frank while we were there, they were with a friend...what was her name again?" Tommy asked as he tried to recall the unknown woman's name.

Joel didn't know much about Bill and Frank outside of the fact that they were married and lived next door. During the very brief encounter with the two yesterday, he could tell that Frank was the outgoing one out of the two and Bill was more reserved and not too keen on strangers—Joel didn't blame him, he was the same way too.

"Her name was Tess." Your father reminded Tommy as he took a quick sip of his coffee.

"Right, it was Tess!" Tommy said before speaking up again, "I think you'd like her, Joel...she's your type." he said slowly to his older brother.

This instantly piqued everyone's interest—Sarah's head had snapped up from her phone, while your eyebrows raised with surprise. Joel didn't need any convincing because he instantly shook his head after Tommy said that, letting him know that he wasn't interested.

"Oh come on, Dad!"

"You can't be serious."

"Joel!"

With these responses from Sarah, your dad, and Tommy at the same, Joel scowled at them. Meanwhile, you just sat there silently as you picked at the food on your plate with your fork. For some reason, you were happy that Joel had turned down Tommy's suggestion.

"Tommy is right, Joel, I think you and her would get along well and she's beautiful," Maria shrugged at Joel. "You should meet her and get to know her first."

He hadn't dated in a very long time and hadn't been interested in dating either. He decided that he would agree to get everyone off his back

"Fine, I'll meet her," Joel said as he put his head down and looked up at you. From the corner of Joel's eyes, he can see his daughter and Tommy high-five each other from across the table, while you looked at him with an unreadable expression.

You didn't think that he would agree that easily, but it didn't matter. You couldn't get jealous over someone who isn't yours.

"Great! Tommy and I will go over there to invite them over for this evening and we'll be sure to tell them to invite Tess," Maria winks at Joel.

Before Joel could respond, he was interrupted by Sarah's phone. it began to blow up with messages by the second. Sorry—she said as tried to silence it until eventually, the person called her, making her answer the phone before telling the person on the other line to hold on. Joel was about to scold her until she cut him off, "I gotta take this, I'll be right back. Girl problems!" she tells him with a sheepish expression as she hopped off her chair and started to loudly to talk to the person on the phone as she walked up the stairs to her room.

You all heard her yell into the phone to her friend about some boy before her words became intelligible. You stifled your laugh as you watched the look of defeat washed over Joel's face and he shook his head.

"That girl," Joel whispered, making everyone at the table laugh a bit. When he heard you laugh, he looked at you with a cocked eyebrow, and you did the same.

The split moment between the two of you was briskly intervened by your dad.

"What did you two get into last night?"

You were about to make up some bullshit lie about what you had done last night before you stopped yourself and began to internally freak out because you remembered that Joel caught you smoking weed yesterday and he could easily tell your dad right now if he wanted to. You looked over at Joel with silent pleading eyes not to tell your dad what he saw, but he just looked at you with a blank stare as he proceeded to answer your dad's question.

"Nothing really, I think this one found out there's a balcony connected to her room, you should ask her about it," Joel said before finishing the rest of his food on his plate as he looked over at you. You felt everyone turn their attention to you, making you feel like your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest after Joel said that.

"Oh yeah? How was it, honey?" Your dad asked.

You felt like you had the words guilty written across your forehead, lying was not your strongest suit. You looked around the table and gulped down your spit, noting how amused Joel looked as he watched you become a nervous wreck.

You realized how insane you must've looked at that moment and cleared your throat before speaking up, "it was cool," you said in a composed manner.

"It was just 'cool'?" Your dad asked you, confused by your short response.

There you go again, embarrassing yourself in front of Joel.

"I mean the view was really nice from there, I liked it a lot," you shrugged. Your dad let out a hum, letting you know he was a little more satisfied with your response, making you relax. You looked over at Joel to see him looking at you with a discreet smug look on his face.

...

You had eventually finished their breakfast, to which Joel offered to wash everyone's dishes. Your dad got up from the table with a groan as he grumbled about going to the couch to rest for a bit, while Tommy and Maria headed over to Bill and Frank's house.

You decide to help Joel bring the dishes over to the sink.

"I can help you with that," You tell Joel as placed the mugs down and stood next to him by the sink, grabbing the drying towel that sat on the counter before looking up at him

"I got this, darlin'. You go sit and relax yourself," he said reassured you, yet you made no attempt to move. You shamelessly checked out Joel, watching as he focused on the dish, not even sparing you a glance. He could feel your gaze on him, but he said nothing to you. You peaked down and saw as he gripped the plate with his strong hand as the other rubbed the soap around the plate, the suds were dripping down his wet hand.

You pushed whatever thoughts that were about to appear in your head and looked back up at Joel. "It's fine, Joel. You wash, I'll dry," You tell him. He stops scrubbing before looking back at you, letting out a sigh, and going back to what he was doing.

You said nothing to him as you dried the dishes and Joel said nothing to you as well. There was this weird, awkward tension that lingered between you two. You got a feeling that Joel wanted to say something, he was just waiting on the right time to say it. You decided to break the silence first.

"Thanks for-um-for not saying anything to my dad, by the way,"

"That was nothing, sweetheart. Didn't wanna get you in trouble," was all he said. You weren't sure what to say after that so it went back to being silent.

Joel rinsed off the plate then passed it to you before clearing his throat and speaking up. "So, uh, how'd you sleep last night?" He asked you lowly and passed the plate to you. As you open your mouth to respond and go to reach for the plate, your body stills and your words get stuck in your throat. You had registered what he had said to you.

He was so casual with his words; to anyone else in this house, it didn't seem like anything, it was just Joel asking about you. However, you both knew there was a deeper meaning.

Joel new favorite thing was making you flustered-saying things to you that would catch you off guard and just leaving you hanging. He absolutely loved it.

"Oh come one, sweetheart, I asked you a question. It would be rude not to answer me," he said teasingly as he pushed the plate toward you some more so that you could take it.

You slowly reach for it as you watched him from the corner of your eyes, afraid to even turn your head to him. "I-I slept pretty well. Wha-what about you?" You asked him. You were nervous as hell and you could feel your hands shaking, so you decided to start drying the wet plate in your hand to cover it up.

"Me too, sweetheart," he said to you. You thought that was going to be the end of that conversation, but no, he kept going. "You know what though?" He asked you before turning to face you, got close, and bent his head down slightly to catch your eyes, but never did because your eyes were laser-focused on the now dry plate in your hand. You could feel his warm body close to yours.

"I was sitting on that balcony last night and heard some strange noises comin' from your room, had t'make sure you were alright before I went to bed." He said as he began to speak you again, "but I'm sure you were too busy to notice, right, darlin'?"

Kill me, you thought to yourself, just fucking kill me.

He was right, you were too busy too notice, but you refused to admit that to Joel. Just as you were about to lie to him again, you think back to the night before when he had called you out on lying to him about smoking.

You sat the plate down with the other plates and looked up at Joel, "I don't know what you're talking about," you say innocently as you turn your head to look at him and gave a tight, faux smile, which he returned as well.

This motherfucker.

"Mmm, I'm sure you don't, sweetheart." He says before the phony smile dropped from his face as he got closer to you. Your eyes flicker over to where your dad was sitting, making sure that he didn't see what was going on, before going back to Joel's dark ones.

"But I know what I saw when I looked in that room. I saw the way you fingering that wet cunt, moaning my name," he whispered to you menacingly. You suddenly feel his damp finger gliding across the back of your arm, causing goosebumps to spread around your body. You tried to move put some distance between the two of you, but he followed. "Cummin' all over those fingers while you thought of me."

There is no way your dad's friend is admitting that he watched you finger fuck yourself, while you moaned his name at that. It didn't feel real to you.

You had yet to say anything back to Joel, so he kept going. "Made me cum so hard in my hand. I couldn't help myself, you looked so perfect touching yourself." Instantly, you gasped loudly before looking over at your dad again, and luckily he wasn't paying a lick of attention. The sound of the running water must've covered it up.

Joel's confession should've disgusted you, but it didn't—in fact, it turned you on a lot. Some sick part of you liked that he jerked off while watching you.

Finally, you had gotten the courage to speak up. "You're a sick fucking bastard, Joel," you told him as you push his arm from you and your face scrunched with false disgust. "A sick pervert," You spit out at him as you turn your body to him and point close to his face.

You refused to feed his ego, which was already inflated.

Your words did nothing to him, not even a little bit. "Oh, honey..." he said as his large hand rested on your lower back, "You were the one moanin' my name last night, but I'm the pervert? Now that ain't fair," Joel smirked.

You scoff before you speak again. "Get your hands off me now before I tell my dad."

Instead of letting you go, Joel pulls you into his body, making your hands come up to his chest so you can push away. Still, he didn't budge and kept pulling you closer to the point you could feel the hardness of his cock against your stomach.

What a sick man he is.

"Do it, baby, and I'll tell 'em all about what I saw and heard last night," he says as his hand drifts down to get a quick squeeze of your ass.

"You liked thinkin' about me fuckin' you? Makin' you squirm while you cum all over my fat cock." He whispered. You saw how Joel's eyes darkened with desire as he said this. Truthfully, it was giving you a strong indescribable feeling deep down in your stomach, reaching your core.

For a brief moment, the disgusted expression on your face faltered, your eyes had batted open and shut, and you let out a shaky sigh as you looked up at Joel—hopeful that he hadn't seen your quick moment of weakness. Except, he did. You looked back up at him only to see him deeply observing your face with a small smirk on his face as if he had just accomplished something great.

"You liked that?" He asked you cockily with his hand still resting on your ass. You just rolled your eyes at him as you tried to push yourself away from him a second time. "You like it when I talk to you like that?"

You didn't even have to answer him because he already knew the answer.

"You need to let me go before someone catches us, Joel," You tried to change the subject, but this only made his smirk bigger.

"Aw come on, sweetheart, no one is gonna see us," Joel insisted before looking over at your dad. "They're all doin' their own thing

His actions after this had caught you off guard.

You can feel his big hand trail up your body, while his other one still rested on your ass to keep you close to him; going from the back of your waist to the front and going up to your breasts, giving them a quick, firm squeeze as he cupped them over your shirt. You whimpered as you looked down at the sight between you and looked back up at him.

Joel's hand moved up again, but this time he wrapped his fingers around your neck. He loved the softness of your neck against his rough calloused hand.

His long fingers flexed around your neck, growing firmer as he held your face up at an angle just under your jaw as he bent down. "Or I can take you upstairs if you want..." Joel's grip tightened some more. "Make sure to take my time with you, darlin'," He said as your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. Not because of his hand around your throat—Joel made sure he wasn't choking you to death, but because of his words.

Joel had this seductive nature about him and it was obvious that he knew how to use it to his full advantage. He could probably get you to do anything he wanted.

Fuck—you couldn't believe that you were actually thinking about saying yes to Joel after the way he spoke to you. But again, there was some sick part of you that got a kick out of the way he spoke to you. You weren't exactly sure what it was about Joel that you allowed him to speak to you this way, but if this were anyone else, you were sure that you would have absolutely freaked out on them.

"Fuck, Joel," you whined as you felt him inhale the scent of your perfume that you spritzed a little below your ear earlier this morning.

"Mmm, you smell so good, baby, just wanna taste you," He murmured, taking in your scent. His mouth was so close to your neck, you wanted him to place his plush lips onto it. You wanted to feel the prickly feeling of his facial hair on your neck while he sucked, licked, and kissed it.

"Sweetheart!" You heard your dad call out, instantly pulling you out of the half-conscious state that Joel had you in. Your eyes shot wide open as quickly pushed Joel away from you, making release your neck and causing him almost fall to the ground as he stumbled back. Shit—he cursed out as he caught himself. You really didn't mean to push him that hard, but you were deathly afraid of your dad catching sight of his closest friend choking his daughter behind his back.

"Uh-yeah? I mean, yes, dad?"" You said as you scrambled to fix your clothes and make yourself seem as normal as possible. The adrenaline rush made you feel like your heart was damn near beating out of your chest and made your hands shake with fear.

"Y'all still ain't done with the dishes yet?" He asked, making you tried to voice out some lame excuse, but was unable to. Instead, all you could do was make these odd sounds.

"Anyway, you don't mind gettin' me a glass of water, do you? This damn headache won't go away," he groaned out. You felt relief at the fact that he couldn't hear the nervousness in your voice.

"N-No, I'll-uh-get it for you in a sec," You told him as you looked over at Joel. He just looked at you with a faint worrisome expression on his face—his breathing was just as hard. You gave him an apologetic look before getting the glass of water for your dad.

You made no attempt to look at Joel as you brushed past him, you were too ashamed to look his way. Your hand was still trembling as you walked over to your dad, who was sprawled out on the couch, and handed him the water.

"Here you go,"

"Thanks, sweetheart!" He gave you a weak smile before downing the water, to which you returned as well. You plopped down next to your dad on the large couch as you heard Joel shut the water off in the kitchen and shuffled his way up the stairs.

You sat there feeling guilty as your dad talked to you about whatever was on his mind.

Even though you and Joel didn't go all the way, it still wasn't right to think of him in that way or allow him to do those things to you. You decided that you were going to stop thinking about joel for good.

...

Bill and Frank were great, though Frank was a little more lively. The moment you greeted them Frank gave you a quick side hug with a bright smile on his face, which caught you be surprise, and Bill just stood awkwardly next his husband as he introduced himself to everyone.

And then there was Tess.

You along with Sarah watched the painful sight in front of you as her and Joel introduced themselves to each other. You tried not to listen to their conversation, but you were curious and you couldn't help it. They barely speaking a word to each other besides saying their names and where they were from, which made you a little happy because it meant Joel wasn't interested.

Thank god.

"Well, that was a fail," you heard Sarah say not-so quietly, making you let out a chuckle.

Then Tess came over to us, making you both straighten up. From the moment you met her, she was nothing but nice to you and Sarah. She introduced herself to the two of you, smiled, and shook your hands.

"I'm Sarah, Joel's daughter," Sarah beamed at her.

"It's nice to meet you, Sarah," Tess smiled warmly at the young girl before turning to you, "And what's your name, sweetheart?" She asked. Her calling you sweetheart caught you by surprise honestly.

"Oh, i'm Y/N...that man right there is my dad," you said as you pointed to your father who was a little behind Tess, making her laugh a bit.

"Well, it's lovely meeting you as well." She softly stroked your arm, causing you to tremble with nervousness. Just as she finished her sentence, your dad and Tommy suggested that all the older adults go and hang out in the back while there was still light, to which they all agreed.

"Hopefully I'll catch up with you girls later?" she asked. Sarah and you just nodded your head before she gave the two of you one last smile before walking to the back.

That was weird, you thought for a moment.

"Tess seems nice," you said now that the house was completely silent, making Sarah nod her head in agreement.

"Yeah, she did, too bad my dad didn't seem interested in her," she shook her head, "anyway, what do you wanna do now that it's just us?"

"Mmm," You tried to think about what you could do with her, "I think Maria has some cookie dough in the fridge, you wanna bake cookies and play card games?" You asked the young girl.

"Sure!"

The two of you walked to the kitchen—you grabbed the cookie dough from the fridge and the baking sheet from the bottom cabinet. "You mind preheating the oven?"

Sarah walked over to the oven before staring at it, confused on how to use it. "Um, I think you're gonna have to do it. I'm not sure how to even work this thing," she turned to you.

You let out a giggle as you go to preheat the oven. After you did that, you stood next to Sarah as you both began to place cookies onto the baking sheet.

"You know we're gonna have to make a lot, right?" Sarah giggles out.

"And why is that?"

"My dad is obsessed with chocolate chip cookies," She confessed to you, "he'd probably eat them all if you let him."

This made you laugh.

Joel Miller liking chocolate chip cookies came to somewhat as a surprise to you. He didn't seem like the type to enjoy sweets, but according to his daughter he did and you found it cute.

Once you two had finished putting the last pieces of cookie dough on the sheet, you picked it up and went to open the oven. "Can you put on a time for 15 minutes, please?" You asked her as you place them into the oven.

"Sure," Sarah then began the timer for the cookies right as you closed the oven.

"So what was up with that phone call you got earlier? Sounded pretty serious," you asked her as you sat down at the island next to her.

Sarah lets out a loud sigh before talking, "where do I even start," she groaned. She began to tell you all about the drama amongst her friend group—supposedly, her best friend, Lillian, got with their ex-best friend's current boyfriend and now it's a whole situation. Sometimes you would ask a question or even give your two cents about the situation.

"And you wanna know the kicker to all this? Him and Lillian used to date last year and our ex-best friend got with him while they were dating, so we kicked her out the friend group," Sarah tells you. As soon as you let out a dramatic gasp, the alarm for the fifteen minutes had went off.

You got up and went to the oven, "wait, why would Lillian get back with him again? That doesn't seem smart," You say as you grab the mits from the countertop and took the cookies out the oven.

"I don't know," Sarah sighs out, you couldn't help but to laugh at her frustration at the situation.

Teenagers are so funny.

"You guys are crazy," You tell her as you, "You should tell your friend to leave him alone, he seems like bad news,"

"I have, but she doesn't listen," Sarah said in a disappointed tone.

You just shrugged your shoulders, "cookies are done, we just gotta let them cool for a bit,"

Just as you were letting the cookies cool down, Sarah asked you about your high school experience. You began to tell her all about it—your friend group was small and you mostly stayed to yourself throughout the whole time there. You made sure to focus on your school work rather than getting wrapped up in the silly drama or with boys.

Bill walks into the house and asked where the bathroom was, which you point him to the direction where it was and he went on with his business.

A few minutes later, as you and Sarah were munching on the soft chocolate chip cookies, Bill comes back from the bathroom, "It smells delicious in here," he mumbles as he makes his way to the door.

"You can have some if you would like, Bill? We made sure to make enough for everyone," You told him as you give him a small smile.

"I shouldn't," he said reluctantly, but you quickly reassured him that he could have some if he wanted.

"Well if you insist," Bill grabs a napkin before taking two cookies and said a low thanks as he made his way outside with them.

"I bet they're all gonna come in here to get cookies," Sarah laughs as she finished up her cookie.

And she was right.

They all eventually crowded into the kitchen around the island as they devoured the cookies, nearly eating them all. In between their chews, they spoke loudly to each other.

You tried to engage in with conversation with them, but you were too busy watching Joel. You watched as he had his right arm wrapped loosely around his daughter's shoulders while the other one brought cookies up to his mouth—he looked relax right now.

And sexy too.

You didn't see that Tess was next to you until she spoke up.

"Thank you for the cookies by the way, they were really good," She said to you with a kind smile on her face as she looked at you. Her eyes lingered on your face for a little

"Oh-thanks! I-It was nothing really, we were just really bored and needed something to do," You laughed awkwardly, squirming with nervousness. You couldn't even make eye contact with her while speaking to her.

Tess made you feel nervous in ways that you couldn't describe. Not as nervous as Joel makes you, but close.

"No problem, sweetie,"

...

You were starting to fucking hate this.

Sitting here and pretending to not be affected by watching Joel flirt with the hot, older woman made you want to flip your shit.

You hated to admit it, but your dad and Tommy was right—Tess absolutely was Joel's type. She's hot, smart, a tough woman, yet she was kind, and most importantly, she is close in age to Joel. She was also kind of like the female version of Joel.

At first, there was this awkward tension between Tess and Joel that was almost hilarious to you, but it quickly dissolved as the evening progressed and the drinks began going, making it no longer funny to you.

You had to remind yourself that you decided to back off of Joel that morning, but whatever was happening between the two quickly made you forget about it.

After a little while of being around them in the kitchen after baking the cookies, you sat down on the couch to unwind for a bit. However, that quickly ended when Joel and Tess decided to join on the couch right across from you.

While everyone was still sitting around the kitchen island, listening to music and laughing, you were sipping on your beer and looking at them with no expression on your face.

You didn't even like beer, you just needed something to drink on right now.

Joel was relaxed as he spoke to her, with his muscular thighs spread wide open as he held onto the beer in between them while the other arm rested on the head of the couch. He looked so relaxed and comfortable talking to her.

Sometimes, your eyes would sweep down his body, causing you to catch sight of his pants-covered bulge. You weren't going to lie and say that you weren't looking because you absolutely were.

Next to him was Tess, she sat closely to him with her legs folded up on the couch as she faced Joel, giving him her undivided attention. They both spoke in hushed whispers to each other, occasionally letting out some laughs.

She looked so beautiful as she sat there attentively listening to Joel as she gave him a smirk and flipped her long hair to the side, giving him a view of her neck.

God, you hated how jealous this made you.

And the worst part of this all is that he hadn't given you an ounce of attention since she got here. Ever since the incident in the kitchen this morning, he was distant and didn't pay you any mind—matter-of-fact, Joel just pretended that you didn't exist and that made you even more mad. Whenever you were around, he would avoid eye contact with you.

While you were staring down Joel and Tess, Sarah had suddenly appeared next to you as she plopped down on the seat next to you.

"You alright?" She asked you as you took another sip of your beer. "You look pissed right now."

Was it that obvious? If Sarah can notice the look on your face, that meant so did everyone else.

"Oh, me? I'm good, just some boy problems back at college," You lied to Sarah so she wouldn't know the real reason you looked mad.

Okay—was all she said to you, sounding unconvinced, but didn't push any further.

"My dad and Tess look pretty comfortable now," She leaned over and whispered to you. "Never seen him this way with a woman before,"

Honestly, this didn't seem surprising to you at all.

From the way Joel seemed reluctant to even get to know Tess earlier and the awkwardness when she had gotten here made it very apparent to you. Had you not seen any of this, you would've thought that he was quite the ladies man from the way he spoke to you whenever the two of you were alone.

"Interesting," was all you said as you took a sip of your beer again.

"Anyway, you wanna go to my room and watch a movie?" Sarah asked. "I'm gettin' bored of them already," You laughed and nodded your head in agreement and began to get off the couch, still watching the two across from you. Still, Joel continued to talk to the lady without even spairing you a glance.

You let out a scoff and roll your eyes as you make your way to the steps to go upstairs.

Fuck Joel.

...

It was getting late and Sarah eventually fell asleep a some time after you started the second movie. She was knocked out cold. You were tired as well, but not fully tired to the point that you were ready for bed—you didn't feel like hanging out with everyone down stairs and you didn't feel like seeing Joel and Tess all over each other either so you decided to go to your room for the night.

Before quietly slipping out of Sarah's room, you made sure to put the blanket over her and turn off the tv. Afterwards you brushed your teeth and changed into your pajamas, which was just a tank top and your underwear, before getting into bed.

For a while, you laid in the dark and scroll through Instagram while you blasting music through your headphones. You were tired, but not fully tired to the point that you were ready for bed—you didn't feel like hanging out with everyone down stairs and you didn't feel like seeing Joel and Tess all over each other either.

You suddenly felt the vibrations of a door slamming shut and heard the muffled sounds as well, making you yank your headphones off. It almost scared you to death.

You waited a moment to hear for any sounds that might follow up after. It was silent for the most part besides the sound of Joel's heavy footsteps next door, he must be getting ready for bed. You also assumed that Bill, Frank, and Tess had went back to their place because you didn't hear the music playing downstairs anymore or the sound of them talking loudly.

You were about to put your headphones back on until you heard Joel start to talk. You thought that he must've been on the phone or talking to himself until you heard the tone of a females voice—it was Tess. You couldn't make out what they were saying, but you hear them talking back and forth to each other.

At this point, you were holding your breath as you tried to eavesdrop, completely interested as to what they were doing in Joel's room together.

Joel must've said something funny to Tess because she laughed fairly loud at whatever he said.

He isn't that funny, you begrudgingly thought to yourself.

One of them flopped down on the bed, causing the bed to creak and the headboard hit against the wall. And because the beds were on the same wall, you could hear almost everything. They continued to talk for a while until it went completely silent and the bed creaked again.

You didn't want to jump to conclusions because you weren't sure what was going on in that room and you and Joel aren't anything so it really shouldn't matter to you. You also felt weird sitting there in the dark, snooping on Joel and Tess so you decided to try and get some sleep.

You readjusted in the bed and closed your eyes—occasionally tossing and turning because it felt like there was a million thoughts going through your mind right now.

Your eyes snapped open when you heard faint sounds of the bed screeching and the headboard thumping against the wall. The sounds were unbroken until Tess lets out a low moan, causing the noise to come to an abrupt stop and Joel shushes her.

He was fucking her and you were hearing it.

Joel says something to her and the noise continues again, this time it was a little fast. Your heart was beating against your chest just as fast, if not faster. The sound of your heart beating almost muted the sounds of Joel and Tess fucking.

Joel's grunts got a little louder as Tess lets out a few fucks here and there along with a couple moans. You listen closely to the plap-plap-plap sound that were smothered by the wall.

There's no way that you were the only one hearing this because they were not quiet.

It probably would've been best if you put your headphones back on, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. There was something about it that made you furious, yet aroused. It shouldn't have, but it did and so much to the point that you felt a throb begin to form at your core.

You needed to relieve the ache somehow and suddenly this bright idea popped into your head. You slipped your underwear off and threw them somewhere off the bed before grabbing a pillow as you get onto your knees on the bed and tucked in the sides a bit, and straddled it.

You began to steadily rocking your hips back and forth, feeling your folds grind against the pillow and the wetness spreading as you became increasingly wet, as you tried to match the pace. Quiet whimpers escaped your mouth though you were trying to stay silent.

You felt like a creep listening to them and you knew you would feel ashamed of your actions later, but right now you didn't care, you just wanted to touch yourself.

At that moment, you thought back to earlier, remembering the way that Joel sat on the couch, sprawled out as he talked to Tess. You imagined him under you, seated the same way while you were on top of him grinding against his hard cock. His warm, rough hands would be gripping at your waist underneath your tank top, as he guided your hips. One of his hands would trail up to your braless breast and cup it while he would thumb at your erect nipple.

You grab onto the headboard, picturing it was his shoulders you were holding onto.

"Feel so good, daddy," You breathed out as if he were actually under you. "Makin' me feel soo good,"

"Atta girl, you like grindin' your pussy against this cock? Huh, baby?" he would ask you before letting out a loud grunt as he tried to hold back from cumming over his stomach and between your thighs.

Goosebumps trailed down your spine as you imagined this and your hips move faster against the pillow, making the headboard hit the wall harder.

"Yes, Joel," you moaned out as if he were actually there, not even realizing how loud you were.

You assumed you weren't being loud at all, but in actuality, you were. Tess and Joel had heard everything from the moment you started. Due to the wall and the fact that you were just so caught up in your own fantasies, you couldn't even hear them talking about you.

"S-she can hear us, Joel," Tess groaned out to Joel, but not once did Joel stop his thrust. He kept going because knowing that you were pleasuring yourself turned him on.

"Yeah? Let her hear," Joel purred as he felt Tess pulse around his cock. His thrust got faster, intensifying the harsh sound of the frame striking against the neighboring wall.

Just on the other side of the wall, you were hunched over listening to them and humping against the poor pillow. "P-Please, daddy, don't stop," You shook your head as you go to grip the pillow under you so you could get more friction. You could feel the sweat dripping down your face from how intense this whole thing was, but you didn't dare to stop.

You were barely listening to Joel and Tess anymore as you were close to your orgasm.

"Don't fuckin' stop," your torso was stiff as you opened your legs wider and pushed your core down on the pillow harder. Your toes wiggled and curled as you were seconds away from cumming. You whimpered Joel mindlessly the closer you got.

You needed this badly, you need him.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cumming," was the last thing you rasped before biting down on your lip. Not once did you stop nor slowed down the thrust of your hips as you shook with pleasure. You kept going as you chased your climax, hardly even breathing.

Right after you, Joel came shortly after.

"Aw, fuck!" he grunted loudly as he held onto Tess' hips. His seed spilling into the condom. Because his thoughts were so hazy at the moment and the only thing he could think of you, he nearly moaned out your name while fucking Tess, but thankfully he stopped himself before it could roll off his tongue.

"Shit, Joel," Tess groaned, cumming around his cock. Joel stayed behind her for a moment, still holding onto her buckling hips.

Eventually, Joel pulls out and collapses next to her before pulling the condom from his cock, tying it, and sat it on the nightstand. Tess does the same. They both say nothing to each other as they lay there.

Joel wondered what you were doing now.

Meanwhile, you were still trying to catch your breath, still holding onto the headboard as you tried to calm yourself.

You heard the talking as they got out the bed and moved around the room to put on their clothes you assumed.

Finally, Joel's door opens and you can hear them walking out of the room and go down stairs.

The front door opens as they quietly exchanged a few words to each other.

Joel eventually shuts the door and makes his way back upstairs. Once again, you could hear his heavy footsteps as he trot up the steps.

You decided that once he goes back in his room, you were going to dash to the bathroom to clean up the mess you made on yourself.

You were about to get out of the bed so you could clean yourself until heard Joel's feet about to shuffle past your door before he stopped right in front of it. You sat down on the middle of the bed, waiting for him to go to his room.

Joel hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should knock on your door, but he decided to do it anyway.

Joel's hard knuckles knocks at your door making your body go stiff. You were going to pull the blanket over your body and answer him, but you decided to pretend to act like you were sleeping.

You thought that this worked until your door suddenly swung open, revealing the large outline of Joel Miller. You scrambled to pull the duvet over the bare bottom-half of your body, hoping that he didn't see anything.

He stood there a moment before speaking up. "You good, sweetheart?" Joel asked you. He obviously knew you were awake.

It took you a few seconds before you replied as you were trying to calm your beating heart after he scared you. "Yeah, i'm fine, Joel," you said, thinking that he would just fuck off and go back to his room, he didn't. Instead, he came fully walked into the room and closed the door behind himself before making his way over to the bed.

"W-What the hell are you doing, Joel?" You asked him, caught off guard that he would just come in here.

Joel was going to speak until he realized something got caught onto his slipper as he approached the edge of your bed, making him suddenly stop and look down. Because it was dark in the room, he could tell what it was, but it was obvious that it was a piece of clothing. He bends down and grabs it, feeling a slight dampness to it before coming back up and holding the material out in front of him.

Joel goes to flick on the lights and your heart flutters when you see what he was holding. You look at Joel with a panic look on your face and see that he had this surprise, yet smug expression on his face.

It was your fucking underwear that you threw off.

"Look what we have here, sweetheart," He says as he walks closer to the bed, making you clutch the duvet closer to your body. "These yours?" He asked you even though he knew the answer.

"Can you put them down, please?" You pleaded with him silently as your face burned with embarrassment. He doesn't answer you, instead he brings the damp fabric up to his nose and inhales your scent, closing his eyes as he took it in. You let out a squeak, surprised that he was doing this.

Again, if this were anyone else you'd probably be creeped out by this, but there was something about Joel that made you want him badly.

"Smells so fuckin' good," he says as he pulled them away from his nose. You just look at him, mouth agape as he opens his eyes, balls up your panties into his hand, and sits on the edge of the bed. As if your grip couldn't get any tighter, you pull at the duvet again, hoping that Joel wasn't seeing anything under it. He immediately noticed you doing this and looked at you curiously with his dark eyes, making you feel nervous.

"What's under the blanket, baby?"Joel asked as he pointed at your lap.

You shook your head and avoided eye contact with him, "please don't make me do this, Joel," you begged him again, but he didn't budge one bit.

"Oh come on. Be a good girl and show me what you're hiding under there," He said sternly. You didn't need much convincing because you quickly gave into his demand. You slowly move the blanket off of you, shaking as the feeling the air hits between your legs.

Joel groans at the sight. "Baby, look at you," his deep southern voice says so softly as he brings his warm on on top of your thigh, making your thighs clench together.

"No no no, you don't close those legs unless I tell you, you understand me?" You nodded your head and let him pull your legs open.

"So beautiful up close," He groans out. His hand moved to the inside of your thigh and slid up, making you whimper. Your core throbbed again, longing for him, but he never did.

"Touch me, daddy, please." You whispered to him, so desperately.

"Mmm, not tonight, baby," He says, while his fingers continued to tease you. "Can you do somethin' for me?" He asked softly.

"Yes, Joel," you said and nodded your head without a second thought, ready to do anything he asked you.

"I want you to show me how you were touchin' yourself when you were listenin' to me and Tess,"

You stilled once he said this, you didn't know that he heard you moaning. "W-what?"

"Don't be so surprised, girl. You weren't bein' very quiet." He teased you before speaking up again. "Now, I want you to show me,"

You sat there for a moment, embarrassed that you were about to do this in front of Joel. You grab the cum-soaked pillow before getting up onto your knees on the bed and stradling it, trying not to look at him.

"Look at me." He orders. You look at him, feeling nervous as he watched you with his intense gaze. "Now, ride the pillow. Slowly."

At first, you were reluctant as you began to slowly grind against the pillow, so embarrassed at the moment that you couldn't even enjoy the pleasure. And the look on Joel's face made you want to die.

He brings his hand onto your thigh making your stop, "Relax yourself," he mutters.

You nod your head before you let out a loud sigh. You try to calm yourself down before you lean forward, making your back arch and held onto the pillow with one hand while the other kept you up.

You began to move your hips, this time feeling a little more comfortable as you did so. You let out a weak whine as the pillow grazed against your wet clit.

"Good, darlin', go a lil faster now,"

You didn't need any convincing with that, you instantly went faster, making the bed frame to knock against the wall.

Joel's cock jumped in his pants as he watched you with greed in his eyes. He wished he could take you right there, make you weep and bite into the pillow as he pounded into your wet pussy.

"Look at ya, humping that pillow like a slut," he groaned, thinking about you riding him the same way. "You like being a slut, don't you?" Joel asked you.

"Mmhmm—I love it so f-fucking much, Joel," You moaned as you convulse on the pillow, nearly cumming.

"P-please—" was all you said. You couldn't even get the words out of your mouth as the the uncontrollable waves of pleasure passed through your body.

"Please what, baby? What do you want?" He pressed for you to continue your sentence.

"Please touch me, I need to feel you right now," You grab Joel's hand from the bed and bring it up to your breast, taking him by surprise.

Such a needy girl, Joel thought as he felt your hard nipples through the cotton. He fumbled and teased at them before pinching your nipple, making you yelp loudly and your back arch more.

"Baby, you gotta be quiet or someone will hear you." He whispered to you, trying to get you to be quiet.

Instead of just being quiet, you shook your stubbornly, closed your eyes in pleasure, and bit your lips, loving the feeling you were experiencing right now.

"I don't give a fuck," You said as you breath out a humorless chuckle, after releasing your lip from your teeth.

The way you were acting right now in front of Joel surprised him a bit—it was different than the way you were this morning, even minutes ago. He didn't mind though, not one bit. Joel actually enjoyed seeing you this way. So wild, allowing your pleasure to take over.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum," You gasped out.

"Yeah? You gonna cum?" Joel teased. Mmhm, you whimpered in response as he releases your breast and starts to move his hand up your shirt, starting from your hips and going up your tank top. He palms your breast again, feeling the goosebumps rise on your skin, and flicks your nipple hard.

"Come on, cum for me, sweetheart. I wanna hear you moan for me," He eagerly said as he watched your body tremble, ready to fall apart for him. Your moans got louder and louder before your breathing hitched and got caught in your throat.

You came almost immediately, your body shook and your hand went to your clit as you keep on grinding on the pillow, intensifying your orgasm. "Daddy, oh fuu-shit!" you squeaked.

"Look at you, my pretty, slutty baby. Cummin' so hard f'me," he purred, but you couldn't get out your words. You were so overwhelmed that you nearly fell over as you tried to keep yourself up, but luckily you didn't.

Joel continued to spew out teasing comments as he egged on your climax, until you eventually calmed down a bit. He removed his hand from your shirt as your slumped against the bed with exhaustion.

He let out a chuckle as you face plant into the bed before giving your back some rubs as he tried to calm you down. You were breathing heavy as your body trembled and your hips rolled against the pillow, causing you to let out a dreamy moan.

"Oh darlin', come on, get up so you can lay down right...gonna hurt your back laying like that," Joel said to you softly. You were tired as hell and on the verge of falling asleep right there, so you stayed there for a little before getting up.

Once you did get up, you fell back into the soft pillows with your eyes closed as you felt yourself relax into them.

You can feel as Joel grabbed the pillow from that you humped from between your legs. You thought that he was going to put it to the side or something, but that wasn't the case at all.

"Oh, baby, look at the mess you made," you hear him say, almost moaning. Your eyes shoot open, which you catch him running his finger through your wetness on the pillow, bringing it to his mouth, and licking it off. He groaned the moment it touches his tongue, which made your eyes widen with shock and you let out a gasp.

To Joel, you tasted as good as you smelled and he loved it.

"Joel, why would you do that?" You asked him, shocked that he would do that.

He gives you a wide smirk, making your stomach flutter with butterflies. "Why not, baby? You taste so good."

You say nothing after this, feeling flustered by his actions.

It was quiet between the two of you until you remembered that you didn't have anything on from the waist down.

You were tired, but you gathered the strength to get up from the bed.

"Where you goin', sweet girl?" Joel asked you as you made your way to your bag.

There's that name again. You loved it when he called you that.

"Just grabbin' some shorts," you looked over at Joel as you bent down to grab your shorts and put them on, feeling his eyes on you, watching you so intensely. "I can feel you watching me, Mr. Miller," you tease him.

"Mr. Miller, huh?" You turned around and made your way back to the bed to find Joel still watching you.

You just nodded your head as you plopped down onto the bed a lay down. You pat the spot next to you, trying to get him to lay down next to you, which he obviously got the hint.

"Want me to lay with you, darlin'?" He looked over to you, searching your face for permission.

You quickly nodded your head as you scoot over to make room for Joel, making him crack a small smile on his hard face.

God he looked so handsome when he smiled.

"Alright, baby."

Joel laid on his back on the pillow next to you, making readjust yourself as you snuggled into him with your head and hand resting on his chest. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, pressing you closer to his body.

You laid there listening to his steady heart beat, your heavy eyelids almost closed.

You noticed that he had all the chances to touch you, even have sex with you, yet he never did and it made you wonder why.

Before you could stop yourself, you called his name."Joel?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?" He asked

You hesitated before speaking up again, afraid of what you might hear from him, but fuck it.

"Why won't you touch me?" You asked him curiously, the sleep was audible in your voice.

He was quiet for a moment, making your wrench with rejection, until he spoke up. "One day, baby. Just not right now, okay?"

You nodded your head against his chest before answering. "Okay," You said softly, feeling somewhat content with his response, but still feeling a little rejected.

At least he didn't say never, you thought to yourself.

"Good girl, now get some sleep." He said, making you nuzzle into his chest and close your eyes, almost instantly drifting to sleep as you felt his hard body under you.

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[lacroixwh0r3]

Okay question will we get a part 2 to “Blow My Load” cuz I’m intrigued I wanna know if she gets pregnant if so how does her dad and Sarah react to it been Joel’s

honestly i’m not even sure yet bc i wanna write more about her and Joel’s history a little more like what i’m doing with The First Taste (which you should read if you liked Blow My Load😜☝🏾). but if i do then it’ll be a little later!!

[lacroixwh0r3]

In a Good Way

Farmer!Abby Anderson x Housewife!Reader

Summary: You help Abby relax after a long day on the farm.

Warnings: SMUT!! a little bit of fluff, oral (a recieving), fingering (a recieving), hair pulling, kissing, mommy kink, orgasm denial, petnames, switch!Abby, switch!reader, squirting, spit, overstimulation, and a lil degradtion

Song inspo: Kingston by Faye Webster

A/N: I tried to keep it sweet and cute and then I just completely went off the rails with this...oops!

Also I hit 700 followers on here...wtf thank y'all so much! it is so amazing to be able to share my stuff on here.

And ofc, like, share, reblog, and comment.

Abby had finally finished up the last thing she needed to do around the farm before she headed back home. When she looked at the time on her phone, she realized that she was going to get home early.

As soon as she pulled up to the driveway of her home that she shared with you, her excitement grew. Abby knew that you were most likely cooking some delicious meals for dinner as well as dessert to have afterwards. She hated having to leave you all alone in the house while she was away working. Every morning at 7 a.m., she got dressed for the day, and you would lay in bed looking and beg her to stay even though you knew she couldn't. She would tell you how much she wishes she could, then place a soft kiss on your lips and make her way out the door.

Oh, but the look on your face when she got home made it all worth it to Abby.

When she left, you found things to do around the house to occupy your time. Some days you would clean around the house, make a quick trip to the local farmers market to pick up some things, read, paint your nails, or count down the hours until your wife got home.

You have to admit that it was sometimes lonely when Abby wasn't around, but you didn't really mind it. She tried to encourage you to go out and make some friends, but you refused. You were never good at making friends, and you were okay with being alone. Being alone allowed you to have time to do whatever you wanted without being judged by other people.

Abby calls out your name but gets no response. However, she did hear the sound of soft music playing from the kitchen and you singing along beautifully. The smell of whatever you were cooking made Abby extra hungry as she tiptoed her way to you.

"I didn't know that I was capable of being happy right now, But you showed me how"

She stopped at the door and noticed that your back was turned to her as you swayed your body and stirred the pot.

Behind you, you could hear the familiar sounds of Abby's heavy boots coming up behind you slowly. You try to hold back a giggle because you know she is trying to scare you. You could feel her body close behind you as you kept on moving your hips softly to the beat.

"Hey, baby," You say with your back still facing her.

"How the fuck do you do that? I can never get you," Abby playfully scoffs as she brings her hands onto your hips and presses her body onto yours. Both of you were now swaying together to the beat of the song.

"Because I know you and all your tricks, abbs," You chuckle. "You can never scare me." Abby lets out a soft hum as she kisses the back of your neck and up to the back of your ear. You leaned your head to the side, allowing her better access as your body relaxed into hers and your eyes closed.

"You make me wanna cry in a good way"

"I missed you so fucking much, baby." She whispers into your ear. You shivered as Abby's hands began to move toward your stomach, pulling you further into her hard body.

"I miss you too, sweetheart," you breathe out dreamily. You had missed Abby so much today that all you wanted to do was stay in her arms forever. "I was thinking about you all day." Abby places a kiss on your ear.

"Mm, yeah? My beautiful little wife was thinking about me today." You didn't even realize that you still had the wooden spoon in your hand until you dropped it into the pan of mashed potatoes. You spin around and wrap your arms around Abby's neck, as one of her hands is now sitting low on your back and the other is placed in the middle of your back.

All you could do was stare into her eyes before you began to speak. "You don't understand how much I think about you every day, darling," you confess to Abby as you place a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose. "It's been a year since we got married, and I still can't believe you're mine, Abby." You tell her breathlessly. Her freckle-covered cheeks turned a deep red as she blushed.

"Baby, I should be saying these things to you," She tells you as she brings her face close to you without any hurry. "Beautiful." She whispers before her lips fall on yours.

The kiss was soft. Neither of you rushed it, as you both took your time and savored each other. You were addicted to the taste of Abby's soft, pouty lips and the taste of her mint chapstick that she always put on.

"You weigh just as much as me, don't you I can feel it when we touch"

Your hands grip the back of her neck as the other tugs at her messy blonde braid. Abby moaned into your mouth as you kept tugging and as she leaned in, making you bend back a bit. You feel her hand, which was placed on your lower back, now go down to your ass. Abby kneads at it as she continues to kiss you.

A minute later, you both pull away from each other simultaneously, breathing heavily.

As you both stare and caress each other, you give her braid one last tug as you stand on your tippy toes and go to kiss the bottom of her chin. Her fingers were still kneading into your cheek. "Why don't you go take a shower? Dinner should be ready as soon as you get out; is that fine with you, baby?" You ask her as you rub the back of her neck.

Abby gently nods her head as she replies, "Okay, baby. Thank you so much." She leaves one last kiss on your head as she gives your ass a quick slap and makes her way out of the kitchen.

All you could do was bite your lips and shake your head while observing her ass and thighs in her tight cargo pants.

...

After Abby's shower, she somehow convinced you to ditch dinner and sit with her for a little.

"Baby, I'm not even that hungry, honestly. I just wanna hold you." She says as she sits on the couch, pulling your waist so you can sit on her lap. Rather than sitting sideways on her lap, you adjusted yourself so that you were straddling her.

You knew she was hungry, she was just coming up with an excuse for you to join her.

"Abby, I know you're lying, babes." You tell her, looking deeply into her blue eyes as you push away some of the loose hair that came out of her braid. Her hands came up to your waist and held onto it.

Ugh, whatever, but I still wanna be here with you right now. I feel like we barely got to see each other this week," Abby confessed. You nodded your head and let out a hum, letting her know that you agreed.

Instantly, a thought popped into your head. "You know what, Abs?" You looked at her with bright eyes, seeing that she was already looking down at you with a curious look on her face. "You've been working really hard at the farm all week, and I think you deserve a break, don't you think?"

Abby briefly thinks about it: "Uh, I mean, I guess, sweetheart, but it's going to be really hard to find someone to take care of everything..." As much as Abby would love to spend the day with you, she knew that in order to get the job done the way she wanted it done, she was going to have to be the one to do it.

"Abby, please take the day off..." Your hand drops into your lap and slides up her shirt so you can feel her. "For me, baby," you murmur in a low voice. You observe her eyes as the soft look that was once there has quickly been replaced with a desirous stare.

"You slutty girl, you just want me to take off so I can have my way with you and make you cum all day, hmm?" Abby looked into one of your eyes, down at your lips, and back up to the other eye. All you could do was nod your head, unable to articulate the words.

Her words were vulgar, but she made them sound like the sweetest thing on earth with her soft voice.

The girl lets out a hum before she can say anything else. "Fine, I'll see what I can do." She places a quick peck on your lips and begins sensually gliding her fingers up and down your waist, inching close to your ass. You arch your back into her strong one, making your whole body tremble with nervousness and excitement. Your head started to feel fuzzy.

Even after years of knowing Abby and being very intimate with her, you still get nervous around her at times. It was easy for Abby to detect your nervousness without you saying anything. "Aww, am I making you nervous, my love?"

"You always make me nervous, Abs."

"Yeah?"

You nodded your head, leaned forward, and wrapped your arms around her neck. First you stroked the back of her head, then you pulled her braid down, making her head lean back into the couch.

You couldn't help yourself whenever she had her braid in. Something about the hairstyle invited you to pull against it, which Abby didn't hate. As a matter of fact, Abby loved it when you pulled her hair as she ate you out.

You bent your neck down and began to lick on the sensitive spot on her neck, making her grip your waist tighter and your hips thrust up to your clothed core.

"Oh, this feels so good, my girl." She whimpers softly. "You're making mommy feel so good."

Her words made you suck and lick her neck more. You wrapped her hair around your fist to help hold her in place. Abby trembled with pleasure as her throat released a sexy moan. With each suck on her neck, Abby could feel the sensation shoot down her body, making her clit throb.

"I wish I was fucking your pussy right now," she confessed. "I'd pound that pussy so good while you suck all down my neck." You could feel her throat vibrate with each word.

You continued your assault on her neck for a little while longer until you unwrapped her hair from your fist, stopped sucking, and leaned off of her body. She released your waist, stretching her arms on the top of the couch as she looked at you and bit her luscious lips. "Oh fuck me, baby. You look so delicious right now." You groan before grabbing her chin to look at her neck. The redish, purple hickey on her neck caught your eye. "This will let everyone know you're mine. You're my wife only, right?" You asked her possessively.

She nodded her head as soon as you asked her, "Forever, I'm forever yours, baby. Only yours."

"Good." You say as you place a quick kiss on her lips.

You never doubted Abby's loyalty at all; she never gave you any reason to question her—you just liked hearing her tell you.

"You want me to go up the stairs and get the strap, baby?" She asked. You shook your head at her, causing her to slightly frown.

You absolutely love it when she fucks you with the strap, but tonight you wanted it to be all about her. You wanted to show her how much you appreciated her.

"No, I wanna make you feel good, my love." You tell her before pushing yourself off of her lap and sitting down next to her. You were balled up into her side; your feet were folded up on the couch, and your right hand sat on her lower stomach. You noticed that her pants sat low on her hips—she didn't have on her underwear, and your fingers were just a couple of inches away from her pussy.

"Can I make you feel good?" You whispered to her as you looked up at her to see her already looking at you. Her eyes gazed at you as she took in your appearance.

"Baby, you don't have to do that, you know," she pleaded, making you scoff at her.

Abby is a stubborn woman; she's always so hard to persuade, even if you're practically begging her.

"I know, I don't have to do anything," you bluntly tell her, "but I want to."

The hand that once sat on her lower stomach was now gathering the spit from your mouth and about to slip into her pants before you looked at her again. Abby sat there agape with anticipation, ready to see what you were going to do. "Is it okay if I touch you, baby?" You asked her before touching her.

She wildly shook her head until she realized that words weren't coming out of her mouth. "Y-yeah," She stammers.

With that, you slide your hands deeper into her pants, feeling the light fuzz of her hair, and dip your spit-coated fingers onto her clit. You feel her strong arm bring your body closer to her tense one as she shakes and gasps. She was already sopping wet without your spit.

Her eyes flutter closed, while yours are still stuck on her face. "You're so wet, mommy. Tell me when I made you this wet." You moaned out as you rubbed lazy circles onto her throbbing clit.

"When-" She tries to speak but is interrupted by her own moans. She bites down on her fist as she tries to gather her words and stop herself from moaning.

You didn't like that, though; you loved hearing her pretty moans.

"Put your fist down; I want to hear all your beautiful sounds. Now, tell me what made you so wet, mommy." She instantly dropped her fist as her grip on your shoulder tightened.

"When you-oh my god-when you licked my neck and gave me a hickey," she said as you used your middle finger to flick her clit back and forth in a fast motion, making Abby try to grab at your hand. She didn't know what she was feeling right now. She wanted you to stop, but she also wanted you to keep going. She wanted to cum and lose her mind at the same time.

As she inched closer to her release, she whispered, Don't stop, in your ear, but that didn't stop you from teasing her, so you gradually slowed your pace on her clit and completely stopped. Just as fast as the feeling came, it left just as quickly after you slowed down, making Abby narrow her eyes at you and snarl.

"Aww, you were gonna cum? Hmm, baby?" You tease her as you pull out your hand from her pants and stick your fingers into your mouth, tasting her saltiness. You made eye contact with her as you sucked on your finger.

"You're such a tease, you know that, right?" She breathes out.

You just let out a laugh as you popped your finger out of your mouth. Abby suddenly moved her arm around you and got off the couch, leaving you confused. She then began to strip herself of her pajama pants, leaving her nude from the waist down. You couldn't help but kiss her pelvic bone as she stood tall in front of you. You swipe your pointer finger through her wet slit, making her weak to the knees. Before she could go down, she staggered and grabbed your shoulder tightly.

"N-no touching yet, sweetie..." She scowled at you and said, "You're gonna get on your knees and eat my pussy like a good girl, okay?" You nod your head at her as your eyes trail up her body, stopping at her face. She released your shoulder, stroked your cheek, and faintly muttered good.

She sat down on the couch, scooting to the edge so that her bottom was halfway hanging off. She sat there with her legs wide open, practically inviting you in. You just sat there, taking in her appearance, until she snapped you out of it. "What are you waiting for, baby? Get on your knees."

Without any hesitation, you dropped to your knees and positioned yourself between her legs, just a few inches away from her pussy, which was glistening from her wetness. You gawked at the view in front of you as your mouth watered, still tasting her juices on your tongue.

"Are you alright?" she asked you, making you look up at Abby, who had her eyebrow cocked up with amusement. "You can have a taste if you want," she encouraged you. However, you didn't need much encouragement.

With that, you leaned forward, feeling the heat of her body as you got closer, and licked up her wet slit before wrapping your lips around her clit and sucking. Abby let out a gasp, holding her breath as she silently uttered, Oh my god, with a strained expression. She was about to reach for your head before she tried to grasp the cushion of your shared couch. You can hear her scratch at the polyester as her dull nails slide across it.

You dug yourself deeper between her legs, swirling and flicking your tongue around her clit. You could feel her arousal spreading across your face, including your nose. "Just like that, baby, keep eating mommy's pussy," she said, breathing hard. You felt yourself grow more and more greedy for her; you wanted to feel her against you, but you continued on pleasuring her. "You love tasting me, huh, beautiful?"

You loved it more than she could know; seeing the way she squirmed and moaned as you ate her out did something to you. It made you feel feral.

You let out a deep moaned around her clit, making her convulse at the vibrations. Abby's eyes squeezed shut as her jaw went slack before you released her clit from your mouth with a faint pop. You watched her sigh out as her eyes opened. She looked down at you with twinkling eyes and let out a chuckle. "Oh fuck, look at that messy face," she cooed at you. You licked up some of it that sat on your lips.

"It's so good, mommy," You moaned up at her.

"Yeah? Well, why don't you have some more?"

You nodded as you went back to licking her pussy. First, you nibbled at her lips, licking them and sucking. She enjoyed it for a little before she let out a frustrated grunt due to the lack of stimulation.

"Are you gonna keep teasing me, or are you actually gonna do something?" She said. You let out a soft laugh at her frustration, causing her to mutter fine as she grabbed onto the side of your head and shifted her hips so that your mouth went onto her clit. "Now eat." She demanded.

Right when she said that, your lips began to suckle on her pearl gently, making sure not to do too much. She pulled you in more as she grinded her hips, loving the way it felt when her clit when released from your mouth and sucked back in. You tuned out the sounds of your slurping as you were focused on making her cum.

"My good little slutty wife, look at you," she sighs out as you lap up her juices, "a-always taking care of me." You tried to keep your eyes open to watch her, but with her words and delicious taste, you couldn't help it.

You began sucking harder, making her body tense and her legs clamp around your head, but you quickly grabbed her inner thigh. You allowed your drool to flow off your tongue as you ferociously ate her cunt, making her more soaked.

"Gonna cum, baby! I'm gonna cum all over that pretty face." She moaned loudly, making you moan as well. "I'm cumming, oh fuck!" Her body was still tense, but now she was shaking—she cursed out and moaned your name as her cum gushed into your mouth. You swallowed it while some of it dripped down your chin.

You eventually pulled away from her pussy once her orgasm died down. Her breathing was loud as she lay there with her eyes closed, trying to catch her breath. Her loose strand of hair was stuck to her now sweaty forehead, looking beautiful as always. You just sat there between her thighs as you whispered, It's okay.

Finally, Abby took one last deep breath before opening her eyes, looking down at you, and letting out a chuckle. "I needed that," She said. Her hands rested over top of her t-shirt-covered stomach as she relaxed on the couch.

"I can tell, baby. You okay?"

"I'm more than okay," she said as she smirked at you, making you giggle. "Now can I fuck you? I wanna make you feel good."

"Nuh uh, Ms. Anderson, not tonight." You tell her as you place kisses on her inner thigh. Her body began to squirm, but she still kept her composure.

"It's actually Mrs. Anderson," she corrected you with her perfectly shaped eyebrow arched as she raised her left hand to show you her ring. "And why not, baby?" Her previous expression dropped quickly as she pouted.

"Because...I wanna keep tasting you tonight," you try to tempt her as you place your kisses closer to her pussy. It was working because she sucked in a sharp breath and bit down on her lip.

"You think you can cum one more time for me, mommy?" You asked her as you planted a kiss just above her pussy where the hair lay, on her soaking lips, and on her clit. She just nodded weakly as she watched.

You placed one more soft kiss on her clit before starting your attack again. You began to eat her out as if you were tongue kissing her plush lip. "Fuck, what has gotten into you, sweetie?" Abby moaned.

You groaned onto her pussy while bringing your fingers up to her pussy and teased her wet hole. You realized that you caught her by surprise because her body jolted. Once you slithered your finger into her, you began to move it in and out of her while servicing her clit with your mouth. You can feel her walls squeeze around your fingers.

"You're gonna make me cum already."

"Give-give me your hand so I can hold it while you make me cum," Abby sputtered out. You reach up, with your left arm resting on her thighs and stomach as our hands intertwine. Abby's stomach, as well as yours, flipped—there was something so mushy yet arousing about it. Seeing and feeling her finger rub against the ring she had given you did something to you. You move away from her pussy with your teeth lightly grazing against her clit. You slowly pulled your fingers out of her, then began to rapidly rub her pussy, making sure to focus on her clit.

"I-I'm cu-oh my god, I'm cumming." Her moans became uncharacteristically high, her legs got wider, and her grip on your hand tightened. Your arm began to ache as you continued your movements, but you had no plans on stopping.

"Cum for me, Abby; cum all over my hand, beautiful." You egged her on. You felt her squirm, trying to get away, but you pressed your wrist down on her stomach. Her face got redder and spread down to her neck.

"Shit! If you keep going, I'm gonna-" Her words were cut off as her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. Suddenly, her wet sounds got louder, and liquid began to gush from her, causing it to go everywhere. Down your arm, on your face, on your shirt, and all over herself. Some of it had even gotten on the couch, leaving a large wet spot, and on the carpet.

We're definitely going to have to get a new couch now.

"Oh!" You squealed out in surprise, continuing to rub against her clit. "You're squirting so much, baby!" It made you giddy that you were the one doing this to her.

Her body trashed around and trembled as she tried to speak, but she couldn't, so you decided that she had enough and stopped. You got off your knees and sat on the couch next to her before pulling her head into your chest. Her arms immediately wrapped around you. You could feel her quivering and breathing hard into your chest as you stroked and kissed her head.

"You did so good, baby," you murmured to her, rocking her back and forth.

You both stayed like that until she cooled down. You heard her say something, but you couldn't hear her, so you asked her to repeat herself.

"I can eat your pussy now," She said as her words were muffled into your chest.

"No, Abby. You need to rest."

"But I—" she tried to get out before you interrupted her.

You rolled your eyes. She was being stubborn again.

"No, plus you'll be home all day tomorrow, so you can do whatever you want." You smirked, making her smile into your chest, and said true in agreement.

It went quiet for a while until you felt Abby's breathing even out and her body slump against yours. She was asleep. You just shook your head, knowing she had been tired all along.

[lacroixwh0r3]

hi kai!! i just read first taste and i really liked!!

just noticed when your described maria’s hair you referred to it as dreads. i’ve just heard some people have tried not to use that term as much because of its negative connotation. instead locs is probably a better descriptor if you’re referring to hbo maria’s hairstyle.

love your work(:

my apologies and thank you so much for letting me know!! i honestly had no idea that it had any negative connotations behind it…i’m gonna go back and fix it immediately 😁

[lacroixwh0r3]

The First Taste

DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You meet Joel, your dad's best friend, for the first time after your dad begged you to join them at the lake to keep Sarah company. Both you and Joel become fascinated by each other the moment the two of you met.

Warnings: SMUT!!! DUB CON, heavy sexual tension, drug usage (weed only), petnames, age gap (Joel is 36 and reader is 21), masturbation (F and M), fingering, voyerism, daddy kink, dom!Joel, Joel is a perv and an asshole, cursing, swimming??, no outbreak

Song inspo (feel free to read if you want): The First Taste by Fiona Apple

PART 2 PART 3

A/N: This takes place four years before Blow My Load, but can be read as a standalone.

Please share, comment, like, and reblog...enjoy lovies! <33

"Dad, I thought it was supposed to be a "boy's trip," and the last time I checked, I am not a boy." You point at your body as you tell your dad. For some reason, he is begging you to come to the lake with him and his friends the day before they leave. "Why won't you just tell me why you want me to go? And maybe I'll give you an answer."

You finally got him to crack.

Your dad let out a defeated sigh as he scratched the back of his head and avoided eye contact. You mentally prepared yourself for whatever bullshit your dad was about to say. "Well, you see, honey, one of the guys couldn't get a babysitter for his kid, and I offered you to keep her company." He winced.

And there it is. The thing he was holding back from you

You let out a sarcastic chuckle. You really couldn't believe this shit. "Are you serious, dad? I refuse to babysit some random kid because you offered me up without even asking me first!" You exclaimed at him. "I don't even know a damn thing about this kid."

"Look, I know it was wrong for me to do that, sweetheart, but I swear Sarah is a good kid. Most of the time she has her headphones in and minds her business." He tries to reason with you, almost pleading with you. You began to feel bad for blowing up on him like that, but it really did piss you off that you had to watch someone else's kid. "I'll even pay you."

This weekend, you planned on doing nothing but self-care. You wanted to do nothing but stay home, watch movies, get a mani and pedi, go get a massage, drink, and maybe even play with the new toy you just bought yourself at Spencers.

You feel yourself giving into your dad; it wasn't the money that made you say yes, but the fact that he always found a way to make you feel bad, even if he didn't mean to do it. "Ugh, fine!" You scoff as you turn to look away from him. From the corner of your eye, you can see his body perk up.

Your dad lets out a sigh of relief, saying, "Thank you so much, sweetheart! You're such a lifesaver; you know that, right?" He slaps your shoulder playfully, causing you to shrug it off and narrow your eyes at him playfully as well.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. How old is your friend's daughter, anyway?" You asked him, unfazed by it all.

"I think she's around 14?" Your dad said cluelessly. "Not too bad, right? I'm sure that you can find something to talk about with her."

It wasn't that bad, but what the fuck would you, a 21-year-old, have in common with a 14–15-year-old girl?

"I guess. I'm gonna start getting my stuff all packed up," You tell him as you turn around to go up to your room.

"Alright, sweetheart, and thanks again!" He exclaims to you as you make your way farther up the steps.

"Yup!" You yell it out dismissively.

As much as you hated the circumstances, you were happy you were finally able to get away for a little bit.

...

It was the next day, and you were tired as hell after only getting four hours of sleep. You had spent all night packing and stressing about what you were going to wear. It wasn't like you were trying to impress anyone, but this was your first time meeting your dad's friends, and you wanted to look decent.

You had left it up to your dad to pack your things into the car as you were too tired to do anything besides shower, put your clothes on, and lay back down for a little until it was time to go. As you lay face down on the bed, knocked out, you heard your dad knock on the door. "Hey, kiddo, are you ready to head out?" He asked you as he stood at the door.

You slowly sit up on your bed as you yawn and stretch your arms over your head. "Yeah, let me just get up and grab my purse and stuff."

"Got it." Your dad says this before turning around and making his way downstairs.

After moments of sitting on your bed, stairing into space, you got up, grabbed your purse, and began to leave your room. However, on your way to the door, you see the pouch that contained your weed and weed paraphernalia. You hesitantly swiped it from your dresser, dropped it into your bag, and went downstairs.

If the men got to have their fun, why couldn't you?

Once you get to the last step, you hear your dad saying bye to someone on the phone before turning to you. "My buddy, Joel, just got to the lake house, so we should start headin' out." He says this as he grabs his keys and motions for you to follow him to the door.

After making sure the security alarm was set and locking the door, the two of you were finally on your two-hour journey to the lake house.

...

You and your dad finally made it to the lake house. It was a three story house that sat on top of a hill, surrounded by nothing but trees.

You and your dad hop out of the car and start bringing your bags to the front door. All of a sudden, the moment you sat the last bag down and brought your fist up to knock at the door, it swung open, revealing a man who looked to be in his early 30s with short, dark, curly hair.

Beside him was a woman with long locs, smiling warmly at you. Meanwhile, the man looked at you with confusion, trying to piece together who you were. You looked familiar to him, but he couldn't put a name to your face.

"Tommy!" Your dad said loudly behind you. You could hear the excitement in his voice as he greeted him. Tommy's eyes moved to look behind you at your dad, and his eyes lit up.

"Oh man, y'all come on in!" He opened the door wider as he and the unnamed woman moved out of the way to allow you to walk in first, followed by your dad. "I'll grab the rest of the bags out there." Tommy says.

Tommy brought the bags in as your dad greeted the lady. "Hey, Maria!" He asked her as he gave her a side hug. "I didn't know you were gonna be joining us this weekend as well."

So that was her name.

"I didn't think I was going to be joining either. Tommy invited me last minute, so I just decided to take some time off of work," She replies back.

They stood near the entrance as they began to get deeper into the conversation, talking about God knows what, leaving you standing there awkwardly as you watched them. You decided to take that moment to observe the room. Even though the house was spacious, it still had a cozy feel to it.

As you were in your own world, your dad gently slapped his hand on your shoulder unexpectedly. "And this young lady right here is my daughter." He smiles at the two as Maria and Tommy turn their attention to you.

"Nice to meet you, kid," He says as he offers his hand to shake yours, which you accept. You shake hands with him before dropping them to your side. Tommy then points to Maria. "This is my wife, Maria."

You shake hands with her as well while you tell them your name. "It's so great to meet you two!" You beam at the couple.

They begin to ask you a series of questions about yourself, such as what university you attended, what your major was, and so on, to which you gladly answer.

However, in the midst of your conversation, your words are abruptly interrupted by the sound of the sliding door opening, followed by heavy footsteps. "And here comes my asshole brother, Joel, and my niece, Sarah," Tommy says to you, prompting both you and your dad to look behind you. You can hear Maria let out a loud laugh at Tommy's words.

Your eyes immediately focused on him as he got closer to you, not even paying attention to the fact that his daughter was right behind him as well.

The man named Joel had short, dark, curly hair like Tommy’s; the only difference is that he is a lot shorter, and the roots of his hair were slightly gray at his temples. Joel also had a patchy beard with a thick mustache. He has this rugged and mysterious look to him that completely enraptures you.

He and your dad greet each other, giving a quick bro hug and pulling away. Joel then turns to you, and you feel your hands quiver. His dark, dominant eyes intensify the intimidating aura that surrounds him, yet it still makes him even more interesting to you.

Holy hell, you think to yourself. This man is so fucking fine.

You continued to stare at Joel, saying absolutely nothing, until you realized that he was giving you a confused look as if he were waiting for something. Your eyes darted down, and you realized that he had his hand out, waiting for you to shake it. You felt your face heat up with embarrassment as you went to shake his hand.

"Joel," was all he said as the two of you shook hands before he let go and discreetly rubbed his hands into his shirt. You could feel yourself shrink with embarrassment as he did this. Not only did he not even give you a chance to introduce yourself, but he wiped his hands after shaking yours.

What a fucking jerk! Tommy was right; he is an asshole.

You quickly snapped out of your feelings when you realized that Sarah was now in front of you. She wore a pink crop top and jean shorts, while her curly hair was placed in a low ponytail.

She suddenly brings you in for a hug with a massive smile on her face, catching you off guard. Nonetheless, you still happily return the hug.

"I'm Sarah. It's nice to meet you!" Unlike Joel, Sarah was a lot more friendly with you. She had this radiant energy to her that made you wonder where she got it from because it definitely wasn't from Joel's grumpy ass. You tell her your name.

"It's nice to meet you as well, Sarah!" I return a smile back to her. She seems like the sweetest 14-year-old you've ever met. "I think we're gonna get along just fine this weekend."

"We sure are!"" She agrees.

"Sarah, sweetheart, how've you been?" Your dad asked her.

As your dad began to talk to Sarah, you decided to check Joel out while he listened to the conversation, occasionally putting in his two cents. Unlike the rest of the group, Joel wore a dark gray shirt, jeans, and some boots.

How is he not hot?

I mean, he is hot, but I meant temperature-wise, you think, causing yourself to let out a low chuckle.

You guess you said that out loud because Joel’s head, along with Maria's, Sarah's, and Tommy's, suddenly snapped over to you with eyes wide and eyebrows raised. Your dad's voice slowly began to fade when he saw the mortified expression on Sarah's face.

"Wait, what happened?" Your dad asked cluelessly as he looked around the group. He was so in his own world that he didn't hear what you said. Thank-fucking-goodness. "Everyone just stopped talking all of a sudden."

"Nothing!" You quickly tell him as you give him a disengenious smile before looking at everyone else. Sarah looked embarrassed for you, as Tommy and Maria still looked shocked. You get a glimpse of Joel as you wince in embarrassment and close your eyes; he had this smug look on his face.

You gathered that Tommy obviously loves to fuck around with people because he let out a stifled laugh, causing his wife to slap his arm and tell him to shut up.

You just wanted to die right then and there. This is now the second time today you've embarrassed yourself in front of this sexy ass man.

Your dad, being the clueless person he is, continues on with whatever he is talking about, not even realizing that no one is paying attention to him. Maria interrupts your dad as she clears her throat to catch your attention. She had a sympathetic look on her face. "Sweetie, your room is on the second floor next to, uh, Joel's, if you wanna get settled in," She offered to you. "We're going to head out to the lake and start putting some things on the grill around 2 or so." You just nodded your head because you were too afraid to speak.

"Hey, Joel?" Tommy looked at his brother with a teasing look on his face. "Why don't you go show her to her room, yeah?" He nods his head in the direction of the staircase.

You wished that you could just punch Tommy across the face at this very moment.

"Umm yeah..." Joel agrees slowly as he gives Tommy a dirty look before glancing at you. "Follow me," You nodded your head and grabbed your purse and other bags. As you followed Joel, the group quietly picked up their conversation again.

Without saying a word to each other, you and Joel arrive in the room. He steps aside, allowing you to enter, and turns around to make his way down the hallway to go back downstairs, but you quickly stopped him before he could get any further. "Hey, I'm sorry about what happened down there." You apologized to him. "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable or anything."

Joel just turns around and gives you a small smirk. "Oh, darlin', I'm far from uncomfortable. I'm actually flattered...more than flattered as a matter of fact." He winks at you before departing down the hallway, leaving you shocked.

You were somewhat relieved that Joel wasn't disgusted by you, but it still didn't help with your embarrassment as much as you hoped it would.

You scanned the room, taking in the room that you were going to be spending your weekend sleeping in. The walls were painted a light gray. There was a queen-sized bed that looked really comfortable and had bedside tables on each side as well as a TV, which was mounted onto the wall opposite the bed. There was a door that led to a balcony. You could see an overview of the calm lake and the tall trees. It was a beautiful view.

...

It's been a while since you went downstairs with everyone. You were still so embarrassed by the incident this morning that you decided to spend most of your time scrolling through social media and catching up with your college friends. The only time you came out of the room was to go to the bathroom.

You eventually rolled out of bed and worked up the courage to join everyone.

After changing your clothes that you had on earlier and putting on your swim suit, you slipped on your oversized shirt, put on some waterproof mascara, and put on some lip gloss.

You made sure to grab your sunglasses, put on your flip-flops, and jogged down the steps.

Once you got down there, you realized that Maria was in the kitchen. You headed towards her, quickly greeting her. "Hi, Maria," You say while positioning yourself behind the chairs on the island. She was gathering something that she needed to put outside.

"Hey, sweetheart!" Maria happily greets you back with a smile as she turns her attention to you. "How're you feeling?" She asked you gingerly as she looked at you with sympathy. Her goal wasn't to embarrass you; she truly wanted to know if you were okay after earlier.

You felt yourself begin to get flustered. "I'm fine. Thanks for asking." You sheepishly replied. You avoided her eyes, beginning to feel awkward.

"Of course. They're out in the back; you should join them." She points to the sliding door. You just nodded your head and made your way to the door. Before you went out there, you stood there looking outside. You could see Joel's tall figure standing over the grill as he flipped the meat and sipped on his beer.

You felt yourself getting nervous just looking at him.

You then looked and saw your dad helping Joel take the food off the grill and start to place it on the table. Meanwhile, Sarah and Tommy sat at the table, talking to each other. Whatever Tommy had said made them let out loud laughs, causing Joel quickly turned around, let out a chuckle, and shook his head. He then went back to putting things on the rest of the food on the serving platter.

His smile is so gorgeous, it almost takes your breath away.

"Are you going out, sweetheart?" Maria asked behind you, startling you. You had forgotten that she was still here.

You turned to her as you began to stammer over your words and realized that her hands were full with plasticware and plates. "Do you need me to help you take those?" You asked her without even answering her question.

"I do actually," She just looked at you with a questionable look before speaking up again. "Can you just grab the forks and spoons from the top and place them on the table out there, please?" She asked. You grabbed the utensils before turning back around and opening the door.

They didn't notice you at first until Sarah caught sight of you and loudly called out your name as you got closer, causing Joel to look over at you as he closed the grill's top.

"Sarah!" You exclaimed dramatically. Once you reached the table, you sat the plasticware down and went over to sit next to her.

You noticed that her hair was wet and that she was wrapped in a towel. "What've you been up to, girlfriend?" You asked her as you sat down in the seat.

"Nothing much; I just took a quick dip in the lake, and now I am starving," Sarah whined out as she looked over at her dad, who was coming over with the food.

You can hear the sound of Joel's heavy feet approaching behind you and stopping at the free seat at the end of the table, which was next to you. He first put the food in the middle of the table, then plopped himself down. We all began to put things on our plates and begin eating.

Tommy grumbled something about starving, causing Sarah to make a joke about how he was always starving. In reply, Tommy stuck his tongue out at the young girl in a teasing manner.

As Joel ate, he was manspreading under the table. You could feel his hairy, bare leg graze against yours, making you move your leg away. Joel wiped his mouth with the napkin, took a sip of his beer, and looked at you with a blank stare, not saying anything.

You decided to speak up and compliment him on the food. "Joel, this is really good," You smile. Everyone hummed in agreement as they ate.

"Why thank you, darlin'?" Joel says, going back to eating.

...

After eating, we all sat there with our tummies full as we sat around talking about whatever came to mind. That was until Sarah ran into the house without saying a word.

"Oh goodness, that girl." He sat back as he watched his daughter running around the house through the sliding door before running back outside with a box of Uno cards.

"Who wants to play?" She asked the whole table as she ran to her seat and plopped down.

We all agreed. She began to shuffle the cards, dealt them out to everyone, and then set up the game. It first started with you, Joel, Maria, Tommy, then your dad, and lastly Sarah.

Sarah was the first one to get Uno, even though she had the most cards at one point. We all accused her of cheating, which she was quick to deny. No one at the table believed her, especially Tommy and Maria. She just rolled her eyes and helped your dad while he was stuck figuring out which cards to play next.

While the two silently argued about which card was the best, you looked over at Joel and saw that all his cards were showing. You looked around and noticed that no one was paying attention to his cards. Tommy and Maria were sitting there watching your dad and Sarah.

"You're bleedin', Joel," you whisper to him as you point to his card. His face scrunched up with confusion as to what you meant. He looked down at himself and saw no blood.

"What, sugar? I ain't bleedin' anywhere," He said as he tried to recall if he had maybe scraped himself anywhere, but it wasn't coming to him. You couldn't help, but laugh at his confusion.

"It means your cards are showing, Joel." You giggled at him as he chuckled a bit and put his cards up so that he wasn't "bleeding" anymore.

"That's so stupid, who taught you that?" You just shrugged your shoulders at his question and looked back over to see if your dad had finally picked up his card yet.

"Oh my gosh, this isn't rocket science, dad! Just pick a card already!" You exclaimed it, causing everyone to laugh.

"I'm tryin', I'm tryin'!" Your dad waved you off as he went back to silently arguing with Sarah about which card to choose.

The game got drawn out longer than it was supposed to because every other minute someone (usually Tommy) would start arguing about another person cheating. And in the end, Tommy lost the game.

We put the cards away as everyone except for Maria decided to hang out by the dock and take a swim. She said something about having to get on the phone with a client of hers, but she would come join us when she was done and would bring popsicles.

You and Sarah walked in front of your dad, Joel, and Tommy until you yelled out, "Beat you there!" to Sarah as you both haphazardly ran down the steps to get to the dock.

"You girls, be careful down those stairs now! Don't want y'all gettin' hurt," Joel yells out from behind. The two of you don't respond or slow down; you just keep giggling and running. Joel had to suppress a smile from appearing on his face. It brought him joy to hear how much fun Sarah was having with you.

Once you make it to the dock, Sarah flings off her towel and jumps into the lake with a squiel before she goes under water and floates back up. You quickly kick off your flip flops, throw your sunglasses down, and take off your shirt. Unlike Sarah, you didn't jump into the water, you sat down on the dock and scooched into the water.

Oh, come on! You should've jumped in!" She says this to you as she splashes you with water. You splashed her back.

"I'm too afraid, Sar-bear!" You yelled out to her, and she gasped. The men appeared from the concrete steps just as she did so. Joel dropped the towels in his arms before walking over in front of us, while your dad and Tommy moved to the other side of the dock with their beers and their folding chairs.

"Dad, can you believe that she's too afraid to jump into the water?" Sarah yells out to her dad.

He looked down at you from the dock with his hands on his hips and cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Really? It's not that scary, sweetheart," He tells you.

"Then how about you get in, Joel?" You say to him without even thinking.

"Yeah, come on, dad. Get in and show her how it's done!" Sarah yells out as she encourages her dad to get in.

You watched Joel as he took off his shoes and shirt, all while keeping his eyes on you. You couldn't help but suck in a breath and bite your bottom lip when he pulled off his shirt. You got a glimpse of his shirtless chest. Joel wasn't the most muscular man, but whatever his job was, it kept him fit, and you loved it. Your eyes quickly scanned over his neck, then his broad shoulders.

Those damn shoulders of his. You wished you could hold onto them as you rode on his co-

Your thoughts were abruptly shattered when Joel took a big leap into the lake, causing a splash of water to hit your face and go up your nose. You tried to make an attempt at turning your head, but it was too late. You coughed as you tried to clear the water from your lungs. As you do so, Joel comes up from beneath the water.

He gasped as he allowed the air back into his lungs and used his big hands to wipe his face. Once he noticed that you were coughing, he quickly swam over to you with a look of concern.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He asked you as you let out one last cough and nodded your head. He brought his hand up to stroke the side of your head and gave you this tender look before pulling away when he noticed that Sarah was coming over.

If it were just you and Joel on the lake, he would've probably pulled you into his body and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

Even though he had just gotten into the lake, Joel decided to get out before he did something that he would regret.

"Alright, girls. I'm gonna get out now." He says more to Sarah than to you. Once again, you just nodded your head at him. You knew that if you spoke, you'd embarrass yourself again.

"Wha-Dad! You literally just got in." She tries to convince him, but he just shook his head and grabbed onto the rails. He pulls himself up with a grunt and walks onto the dock.

"I'll get back in in a little bit." He dismissed her as he went to get a towel.

Sarah began to say something to you as she swam around you, but you were too focused on Joel to listen to what she was saying. She was too busy talking to notice that you weren't listening. Your attention was stuck on Joel, and his wet shorts stuck to his surprisingly nice ass. He then turns around as he dries off. Your eyes drifted down and widening when you saw his bulge. You were taken aback by the sight.

Oh my god, you thought to yourself.

You looked back up at his face to realize that Joel was already staring at you and smirking while he wrapped the towl around his waist.

Oh fuck!

He obviously saw you staring at his cock because he was fucking smirking.

Joel walked over to have a seat with his brother and your dad. You diverted your attention back to Sarah, acting as if you knew what she was talking about. You just nodded your head a couple of times, and she believed it, but again, your mind drifted.

You were thinking about her dad; snap out of it for Christ's sake.

For the rest of your time at the lake, you refused to look at Joel. And just as promised, Maria finally joined you all about an hour later with the popsicles she said she would bring. Once we ate them, Maria convinced the other adults to have a swim in the lake, to which they all agreed after some groans and pressure from her and Sarah.

...

After spending most of the afternoon outside, everyone went off to do their own thing. Sarah decided to take a shower and then go to sleep while your dad, Tommy, and Maria opted to go out to a bar that a local had told them about, and Joel refused to go out tonight because he said that he was beat from the lake. As for you, you took a quick shower and decided to watch the sunset on the balcony that was connected to your room and smoke.

Before slipping onto the balcony, you grabbed a preroll and a lighter from the pouch, your headphones, and a water bottle from the bed.

When you first got here, you didn't notice that there was a door connected to the balcony that led to Joel's room. However, the sheer curtains were closed, so you could only assume that he was asleep, meaning it was safe for you to smoke without him seeing you. You sat down on the lounge chair, put your headphones on, turned on some music, and began your session.

After two hits of the preroll, you felt the effects of the weed. Your body began to relax, and your eyelids felt slightly heavy. As you continued smoking, you couldn't escape the thought of Joel. You know that he is your dad's friend, and you would never think to go after him, but you have to admit that he is an attractive older man. Just your type.

You barely spoke to him throughout the couple of hours you had been there, yet you could tell the type of man he was. He is very reserved, doesn't speak unless spoken to, and likes to observe. Joel is respectful, but he didn't take shit from anyone. It was very visible that he was protective of not only Sarah but also Tommy.

Everything about him drew you in more and more.

With a few more hits of your preroll, you see a figure standing in the corner of your eye just a few feet away from you, causing you to quickly pull off your headphones and flick the preroll from your fingers and off the balcony. You look over to see Joel watching you with his eyebrows frowned and his hands on his hips. Your eyes widen with shock.

"Shit! I mean, hey, Joel..." You smile up at him awkwardly, trying to seem as sober as possible. "What are you doing out here?" You asked him in a sickly sweet voice. He continues to stare at you before answering.

"I just came out here to check on you. Heard you out here, so I decided to see what you were up to." Joel grumbles as he switches his weight to his other foot.

You prayed that Joel didn't know you were out here smoking weed; your dad would kill you if he heard about you doing this. Little did you know that your attempt would be a complete failure. As soon as Joel walked outside, he could smell the smoke and aroma of weed. He could also see your bloodshot eyes.

"Oh, yknow, nothing much really, just out here enjoying the view and listening to music!" You say this while waving your hand, gesturing to the view in front of both of you. You visibly cringe after this sentence because, even though it was the truth, it wasn't the full truth. He seemed to buy it, so you relaxed a bit.

"Mm, you enjoyed yourself today?" he asked.

"Yeah, I had a lot of fun today. Sarah definitely made it fun for me, she's amazing." You admitted to him, and it was true. His daughter was truly a joy to be around.

"Yeah," He laughs out as he looks out at the sunset, his handsome smile threatening to appear on his face. "She's amazing, for sure." He whispers. You can't help but smile at his words. It was refreshing to see that there was someone who was able to crack his hard exterior.

A silence falls over the two of you before he speaks up again. "Y'know, when we were walking back to the car after the lake, she talked about you the whole time. I couldn't shut up about how much cooler you are than Tommy and me." He scoffs as he rolls his eyes playfully and folds his arms to his chest. His confession made you laugh so hard that you couldn't stop, which caused him to laugh as well.

"I mean, she isn't wrong." You teasingly say it to him, causing him to shake his head.

"Yeah-fuckin'-right, darlin'. I can be cool, too."

"Mmhmm.." You reply back to him as you turn your head to look back at the view. However, Joel's eyes remained on you, but you didn't mind too much.

Once again, silence fell over you two. You wanted to look back at Joel, but you knew that if you looked at him in the eyes, your heart would beat out of your chest.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Joel?" You asked him without looking at him.

"What?" Joel asked.

Was he that engrossed in my face that he wasn't even paying attention, or were you not loud enough?

You suppress your laugh as you turn your head to look at him again. "I asked if you enjoyed yourself today." He quickly snaps out of his trance and looks away.

"Oh, yeah, it was enjoyable for the most part, sweetie," Joel sighs out. You said nothing else after this.

You didn't realize it until now, but you were starting to grow tired from the weed. You also wanted a snack.

"Well, I'm going to head back in, maybe fall asleep to a movie or something." You tell him as you grab your belongings, get up from the chair, and walk to the door.

"Alright," He says as he watches every step you take. "And one last thing, darlin'," You stop with your hand on the doorknob and look up at Joel as you wait to hear what he has to say. With a mix of your high and the nervousness you were feeling because of Joel, your heart was pounding out of your chest at this point.

"You don't gotta lie to me, sweet girl. You know that, right?" He says lowly as he motioned to his eyes.

Fuck!

Your body tenses up, and you freeze. You decided to play dumb, even though you were caught. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Joel," You say as you let out a nervous laugh. Your eyes shifted to the ground, avoiding eye contact with Joel like a guilty puppy.

"Oh, no need to play stupid with me, sweet girl; I won't tell your daddy." Something about the way he said these words made you want him so bad; it was almost like he was teasing you.

You felt your walls crumbling, no longer feeling the need to lie to him. "You swear, Joel?" You asked him as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

Joel wished that you would look at him with those pretty eyes while you were on your knees, pleading and begging for him to feed you his cock. In all honesty, he'd give you the world if you asked for it with that look. You made Joel feel something he hasn't felt for a woman in years, and he was willing to do just about anything to have you. However, he could tell you weren't ready for that yet, but he knew in due time he'd have you.

"You have my word, darlin'," He nods his head. "Just don't lie to me again," Joel tells you as he points a finger.

You frantically nod your head in agreement as you bite your lip. "I won't do it again, Joel."

All Joel could think about was how obedient you are, so eager to please him and do as he says. He could feel his cock getting hard in his shorts as he looked at your bare thighs and had these thoughts. Not once did you realize that Joel was checking you out.

Oh, how badly Joel wanted to grab your chin and kiss those lips of yours. He kept reminding himself that he needed to be patient.

"Good." He says before speaking up again. "You should go inside, darlin', maybe get some rest." Joel insisted as he made his way to the door and gave you one last look before walking inside, leaving you outside by yourself.

You stand there dumbfounded for a moment as you think about your interaction with Joel. You weren't sure if it was just you thinking too much into the interaction, but you felt like there was some sexual tension between you and Joel.

Any time you're around him, nervousness takes over, and a sense of yearning aches deep in your bones.

You needed him badly.

"Don't," You say to yourself. "Don't fucking think about it." You say it lowly as you try to shake the thoughts out of your head.

Joel is off limits; he's your dad's best friend.

You realized how crazy you must look standing at the door thinking about Joel, so you went inside.

Once you entered the room, you noticed that it was a little too warm in there for your liking, so you decided to leave the balcony door cracked to get some fresh air.

You put your things away, got into bed, and watched a movie on the TV across the room.

...

You weren't sure when you fell asleep, but you did during the movie without even realizing it. You felt very discombobulated, so you sat in the dark for a few minutes. Your clothes felt disgusting on your body as you sweated through them, and your throat was dry.

You quickly got out of bed, slipped off your clothes, got back into bed, and took a sip of the water bottle that lay next to you. During this, you got a glimpse of the digital clock that sat on the bedside table. It read 12:48.

The house was quiet. You were sure that Maria, Tommy, and your dad were back from the bar by now and asleep. Sarah and Joel were probably sleeping as well.

You laid back down on the bed, pushing away the uncomfortable blanket, leaving your body bare. You should have gotten up to close the door because if Joel were to come to your balcony door, he'd surely get a glimpse of your naked body. However, you were still sleepy and a little high, so you lacked the motivation to get up.

It really didn't matter anyway; he's probably still sleeping.

You had laid restless in the bed, constantly flipping the pillows to get the cool side and changing positions, but you still couldn't sleep. You decided to lay on your stomach; it helped you fall asleep sometimes.

You knew one thing that would definitely make you fall asleep, but with a particular someone lingering in your thoughts, it felt wrong. It is completely wrong to have these thoughts about him.

He's way too old for you, and he's your dad's best friend.

Though you tried your best to resist these thoughts, you couldn't help yourself.

Fuck it, it's not like I'm gonna actually fuck him, you think to yourself.

You were suddenly taken back to earlier, when you first laid eyes on him. Those eyes and the curve of his nose. You wanted nothing more than to feel his beautiful nose rub against your clit while he ate you out.

Or when he shook your hands and you felt those thick, rough fingers against your smooth hands.

You were sure that Joel knew how to use them very well.

Subconsciously, your hips had bucked into the bed, trying to get friction onto your clit causing the headboard to hit against the wall ever-so-slightly.

"Shit!" You cursed out loud, hoping that Joel didn't hear. Your heart was pounding at the thought of being caught by him, but your pussy dripped with your wetness.

You waited a couple seconds until you took your hand from underneath the pillow and slowly moved it between the bed and your body, allowing your finger tips to graze against your pussy. You couldn't help but whimper at the feeling. Your arousal ran down your fingers, to your knuckles, and onto the bed.

What you didn't know was that Joel wasn't even in his room; he was sitting out on the balcony. He had been sitting out there for about an hour or so because he couldn't sleep, not with you on his mind, so he decided to sit out there and bore himself to death until he got some sleep. When he first came outside, he checked on you and saw that you were knocked out. The room was dark, and the only thing that brought some light to the room was the bright moonlight reflecting over the lake.

As Joel got up to check on you one last time before he went back to his room, he heard you let out a whimper. He slowly walked to your balcony door so that he wouldn't scare you in case you were having a nightmare, but that wasn't the case at all. Again, Joel heard you let out another noise.

First, you sharply gasped, then moaned out, "Oh, Fuck!"

Joel became more intrigued with whatever was going on in your room because it became very apparent that you weren't having a nightmare. In fact, it didn't even sound like you were sleeping anymore.

Like a thief in the night, Joel peered through the door that was half open. What he saw before him could've brought him to his knees.

You were lying down on your stomach, fully naked on the bed. He noticed that with your right hand, you were touching yourself. Joel wasn't hard before, but he's definitely hard now. He felt as his cock strained against the fabric of his shorts.

Joel knew it was wrong to watch you masturbate without knowing, but he couldn't take his eyes off of you. It had been nearly two years since the last time he had been sexually active, and quite honestly, it was catching up to him at that very moment. He had been so busy with everything in his life that sex was the last thing on his mind until now.

As Joel watched you hump your hips into your fingers, you were imagining a shirtless Joel sat up on the bed, with you sitting in between his legs. Your legs would be wide open, propped up over his, as you allowed his calloused middle and ring finger to collect your arousal from between your folder and rub it into your clit. With his deep Texas accent, he would be whispering into your ear about how much of a good girl you are and how wet you were for him. Your head would be laid on his sexy, broad shoulders as your eyes rolled with pleasure. You imagined that as he played with your clit, his other hand would touch your breast and quickly tweak your nipples as they continued going up and firmly wrapping around your neck.

You were so caught up in your thoughts and pleasure that you hadn't realized that you were moaning out Joel's name.

"J-Joel, please," You quivered out quietly enough so that you weren't too loud, but loud enough for Joel to hear. "I'll be good, p-please, daddy." You followed up.

Even though you thought that Joel was in the next room over (which he wasn't) and there were other people in the house, you still continued to touch yourself as the headboard faintly knocked against the wall.

Yet you were so blissfully unaware of it all. So unaware of the fact that Joel was standing right outside the door, watching you rubbing yourself completely nude, and unaware that Joel had pulled his cock out while he watched and listened to you.

Joel didn't care that what he was doing was wrong. He didn't care that watching you, this freshly 21-year-old, masturbate without your knowledge was bad.

The sounds of your panting, moans, and dirty talk made him want to walk right into the room and give you the pleasure you needed.

Joel has always been a selfish lover when it came to the bedroom; he liked to be the one who was dominant and always took control. He could tell you needed someone like him to fulfill your desires—not some foolish 20-something year old, but a real man.

As you continued to grind against your fingers, Joel saw how your ass moved back and forth. He wanted to spank you for being such a naughty girl. Touching yourself without asking for his permission. He would remind you that only slutty, bad girls did that.

He jerked his cock at the same speed as your hips moved. "Oh my god, daddy!" You moaned into the pillow, causing it to be muffled. The thrusting of your hips had sped up. You were on the cusp of cumming, but that changed when you suddenly pulled your hands from between your legs and got up to change positions.

You were now lying on your back with your legs bent up to your chest as far as they could go. Using the hand you just used to grind up against, you bring your middle and ring fingers to your mouth. You began to suckle on them intensely, pretending they were Joel's fingers. You could taste yourself as you did so.

A minute later, you pop your fingers out of your mouth and bring them down to your pussy. As you sink your fingers inside yourself, you can feel the wetness, allowing you to slip deeper into your tight hole. You squirmed as you felt a little discomfort due to your fingers. You decided to slowly thrust your fingers in and out, allowing yourself to get used to the feeling. With your free hand, you brought it up to your mouth to muffle your soft whines.

Oh, my baby, she can barely take her own fingers, Joel thought as he watched you.

To Joel's surprise, you still didn't see him standing by the door, hastily jerking himself off at the sight of you. It wasn't like he was being discreet about it either. He was almost fully through the door at that point. Your eyes were closed as you fingered yourself.

Finally, you were able to adjust to your fingers. As you picked up the speed, Joel could hear the wet, slick sounds coming from your pussy all the way across the room. Hearing this only heightens the pleasure for him.

"Joel, I'm-oh my god-I'm gonna cum!" You moaned lowly.

Joel wanted to be the one to make you cry, but he knew he couldn't at that moment.

Your messy wetness had allowed your fingers to go deeper inside, causing you a certain spot. Your legs shuddered as your finger tips grazed the spot. In a 'come here' motion, you continued to hit the spot over and over again. "Fuck! That's it, baby. Keep going just like that." You purred out.

Joel convulsed at the way you said these words. He was ready to cum at any moment, but he wanted to cum with you.

With his hand still rapidly moving up and down his length, he finally heard your release.

"Yes! I'm cumming all over your fingers, Joel!" You moaned a little louder this time. Joel could hear you breathing hard as you continued to ramble about how good it felt.

Instantly, Joel was cumming. He withheld his groans and grunts as the hot cum hit the palm of his other hand. Instead, he was breathing hard through his nose, hoping to God that you couldn't hear him.

Finally, your orgasm began to die down. "Oh my god," You sighed out blissfully, as you pulled your finger from your pussy. Your legs moved from your chest and you dropped down on the bed. You were still trying to catch your breath. With his mind still cloudy from cumming so hard, when Joel saw you move your legs, he thought that you were going to get off the bed, causing him to panic and move away from the door so that you couldn't see him.

You could feel the cum webbing between your two fingers. You decided that you wanted a look, so you opened your eyes and brought your hand close to your face. You could see the bright moonlight illuminate your cum. You'd never come so hard. Not with any of your hookups, let alone when you masturbated.

You felt spent after that, but you needed to get up to clean yourself off. You decided to rest your eyes a bit before getting up, but without even realizing it, you had dozed off into a dreamless sleep.

Less than five minutes later, Joel heard light snores coming from your room, so he decided that it was safe to look again. You were dead to the world. Joel saw your limp hand hanging off the bed—the same one you had used to fuck yourself with. He could see the wetness gleaming on your fingers. He wanted to come over them and suck your cum off of your fingers, but he stopped himself.

The post-nut clarity had hit Joel, and he realized that he must've looked like a creep with his cock out while he watched you sleep. So he closed your balcony door and headed back into the house to wash the cum from his hands.

Joel knew that he would have you one day; it didn't matter how long it took for him to get you. He would get you right where he wanted you eventually.

...

You woke up feeling like a brand new person that morning. Your limbs felt loose, and you felt like you could conquer the world.

You could feel the sun on your naked body as you rose out of bed to stretch. The sounds of people moving around let you know that everyone was awake.

You suddenly realized that the balcony door was now closed. You don't remember getting up to clean yourself, and you definitely don't remember ever getting up to close the door.

Realization had hit you hard, and your heart dropped.

Shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

There was no way anyone could have come into your room because you had locked the bedroom door. However, Joel had access to the shared balcony.

He was the only one who could've closed that door.

Whatever, you were going to enjoy yourself this weekend and act like nothing happened.

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A/N: I had a lot of trouble writing this for some reason, but next one is going to be a lot better. I got so much planned already hehe

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Blow My Load

DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: For the last two year, you and Joel have been secretly hooking up behind your fathers back. One night when your dad goes out on a date, you and Joel spend the night together and Joel gets carried away.

Warnings: SMUT!! DUB CON, petnames (pretty tame ones), doggystyle, oral sex (f recieving), PiV, creampie, crying, pregnancy mention, abortion mentioned at the end, overstimulation, Joel is a little bit of an asshole in this (I am so sorry), age gap (Joel is 40 and reader is around 25), (aged up) Sarah mentioned, no outbreak

Song inspo (Feel free to listen if you want): Blow my load by Tyler, The Creator

A/N: Enjoy! Please reblog, share, like, and comment if you want. <333

"Oh, baby," Joel moans as he breaks the kiss between you two. You look down at his lips, which are now bright red and slightly plumped. His tongue quickly licks off the mix of both of your spits from his bottom lip. His hands were still holding your head in place as he looked at you. "I wanna cum in that tight little pussy so bad, darlin."

Normally, the two of you would have to be quiet, but because your dad had decided last minute to go on a date, it was just you and Joel in the house. Or you might even go over to Joel's house, which was five minutes away, if Sarah wasn't home, but tonight the young girl was at the house with three of her friends having a sleepover doing, lord knows, what. Joel was adamant about staying over to watch the four girls, but you quickly reminded him that they're 18 years old and could easily take care of themselves. You were also going to be home alone, and you wanted him all to yourself.

As soon as your dad pulled out of the driveway, you and Joel ran to your bedroom and stripped out of your clothing.

You couldn't help but let out a whimper. "Joel, you know you can't do that." You tell him as you bring your hands up to grip his wrist. You weren't on birth control, and Joel wasn't a big fan of condoms. When the two of you did have sex together, Joel would usually pull out at the very last second, which would lead to you giving him a lecture as you both came down from the intense orgasm you both had.

Sure, it was hot when Joel did it, but you would rather not have to tell your dad that you were pregnant with his best friend's baby, and you didn't want Joel to tell Sarah that he had gotten the girl she looked up to the most pregnant.

"I know, darlin', I know, but imagine how fuckin' good it must feel." Joel whispered to you as he groans out. He brings his head close to yours again. You could feel his lips ghosting over yours.

"I'm fucking you until you can't think straight, begging me to dump my warm load deep into your pussy." Joel says before he sticks his tongue out again, only this time his tongue strokes against my top lip. You felt a strong pull in your stomach as your pussy clenched around nothing, causing you to push your hips into Joel's. "Maybe even put a baby in there." He says it lightly. It was almost as if he was saying it to himself, but somehow you still heard it but didn't comment on it.

You couldn't help but think about earlier, when Joel had lifted your dress up and ate you out on your family's couch in the living room while your dad ran to the store to restock on beer and some food for dinner. The way he sat down on the floor as he wrapped his large hands around your ankles to keep your legs from closing or falling off the couch Or the way he slurped, licked, and sucked on your clit to the point you almost wanted to scream at the top of your lungs.

You parted your lips to allow Joel's tongue to invade your mouth. Joel cocks his head to the side a bit and sucks on your tongue before letting it go and French kissing you. You can feel it as the drool slides down your chin, getting onto his beard. You feel Joel's hands release your face and move down your neck, stopping at your breast. He fondles them and thumbs your nipples. They were painfully hard now.

You wanted nothing more than for Joel to fuck you senselessly until you couldn't think of anything but him. Joel always turned you on when he talked to you like this, but you were ovulating right now, and his words weren't helping.

You pull away from the kiss. "Fuck me, Joel," You mutter against his lips. "I want you to fuck me hard, daddy."

"Yeah, you want me to fuck you nice and hard? Get on the bed so Daddy can fuck you," He says sternly. "I want you face down, ass up, darlin'." You immediately get to the edge of the bed, just as Joel told you to, with your feet hanging off.

You can feel Joel close behind you in between your legs as he reaches over your naked body and grabs the pillow near your head. "Get on your hands for me real quick," He tells you. Again, you do what he says, and he stuffs the pillow underneath your stomach. "Good girl, now lay back down on your chest." He tells you once more. You lay back down and realized that your hips were now elevated, allowing Joel to easily access your pussy.

"Oh, look at you, so fuckin' sexy with your ass in the air, just ready for me to fuck you," He teases you. "You want me to fuck that pretty pussy, doll?" Joel asked. You felt your pussy clenching around nothing. Begging for your hole to be fucked

"Mmmhm." You whimper at Joel as you nuzzle your face into the soft sheets beneath you. However, your response did not satisfy him because he spanked your ass with his large hand. Your head pops off the bed, causing you to look back at him over your shoulder.

"Say it." Joel demanded it from you. "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

"I've wanted you since you got here, baby. I've been so fucking wet for that big cock." You whimpered as you wiggled your ass in the air, causing him to strike your ass again.

"Oh, I know you want my cock, honey. You want me to fuck my cum into you? Hmm?" He spanked you multiple times. You let out soft whines as you shook my head.

"Hmm? What's that, baby? You want me to cum in you?" He not-so-jokingly asked:

"I mean it, Joel. You can't cum inside of me or I'm gonna kill you, old man." You give him a pointed look over your shoulder, causing him to raise his hand in defense with his eyebrows raised. You meant it jokingly, but also not jokingly.

"I promise I won't, baby." He tells you.

"Mmhm, now I want you to fuck me, Joel." You demand him. His left hand grips your waist as the other wraps around his cock as he strokes it, getting ready to slide it into you. You feel him rub his cock against your clit as he gathers the arousal that seeps out of your hole. You moan out his name as he hisses.

Joel then points the head of his cock at your pussy and slowly slides inside. Letting out a deep groan as he does so. "Oh f-fuck, baby," He shudders. Your toes had curled up in pleasure as you dropped your head onto the sheets. "Pussy so fucking tight and warm... I might just have to cum in this pussy and make you a momma, huh?" He questions you as he slowly begins to push in and out of you. Joel felt the flutter after he said that.

"Oh, you liked that, baby?" Joel teases you. His slow strokes began to form a hard, fast pounding. "Tell me."

"I am going to fu-Oh fuck me-I'm gonna fuckin' kill you, Joel!" You moan out to him as he continues his furious strokes. His balls slapped against your clit as he pushed your waist into the pillow beneath you. "Y-you have to fucking pull out," You plead with Joel. You knew that he wasn't listening as he continued to pound his cock in and out of you.

"You promised me!" You squeal out. Joel only grunted in reply and spanked your ass with full force as his left hand gripped your hips.

Somehow, Joel's thrust had only gotten faster. You could hear your headboard hitting against your wall and the sound of my ass slapping against Joel's hips. It was all too much. Your knees began to burn from the friction, your hips began to grow sore as he tightened his grip on them, and with each hit to your ass, there was a sharp sting that lingered. That's when you knew that both you and Joel were close to orgasming.

"Oh, J-Joel, baby, please!" Suddenly, it hit you. You were cumming so hard that you didn't know what to do with yourself. The combined feeling of Joel's heavy balls slapping against your clit and his cock rubbing the spot deep within you was overpowering, causing tears to form.

You grabbed the pillow that sat near your head and brought it close to your face. You bite down on the pillow as your eyes roll to the back of your head, letting out loud moans into it.

"Oh my fucking god, baby..." Joel strains out his sexy, deep voice. He spanks you again as you cum around his cock and rub your ass cheek to soothe the pain. "Come on, sweet girl, tell me who's making you feel good." His strokes had begun to slow down now.

You release the pillow from between your teeth. You were so far gone from your ongoing orgasm that you couldn't even form words. Goosebumps had formed around your whole body as you shaked and quivered.

You feel him bring his hand up and smack your ass hard again, causing your body to jerk in response. "Tell me, girl! Who's makin' you cum this hard?" Joel grits his teeth as he slowly thrusts into you.

"It's you, Daddy!" You moan out to him as you reach your arm around you to grab onto his fingers on your waist. Joel moans and slowly picks up the pace of his thrust. You could feel his balls tighten against your clit, letting you know that he was nearly cumming. You look over your shoulder at him.

"That's fuckin' right, daddy is fucking you." He fucks himself into you. "O-Oh fuck, I'm gonna fuckin' cum soon, my sweet girl." Joel continues to hold onto your hand while his other hand lazily spanks your ass some more. You watch as his head falls back and his eyes close. You feel yourself close to another orgasm as well, but you can't help but worry that Joel isn't going to pull out on time.

"J-Joel," You moan to him as you grip the sheets on the bed. "You have to pull out; I'm ovulating, and you're gonna get me pregnant if you don't." You tried to tell him so that he could pull out. However, this only seemed to turn him on more. His cock strained in you all while he continued to stroke against the spot inside of you. You released his hand, slipped it between the pillow, and onto your clit. You rubbed your clit fast as he fucked you.

Joel looked like he had been transported to heaven. He looked down at you with both hands on your hips, gripping them hard. It hurt, but you didn't care.

"Oh, baby, I love you so fuckin' much," he whimpered as he looked into your eyes. "I'm so sorry," He says, looking down at his cock going in and out of your pussy. The sight of your juices covering his cock made his body go stiff. That's when you knew he wasn't going to pull out.

"I can't stop; I need to fuckin' cum in this tight pussy right now."

"Joel! No, pull out now." You told him as you tried to move your body away from his, but his grip was too tight around you. "You promised me, Joel!" You moaned loudly.

You weren't sure how many times you had orgasmed today, but you knew that you were cumming again. Joel moans as he feels you tighten around him. His cock begins to spurt his warm cum into your womb. You were so overstimulated that your eyes leaked tears and your ears rang loudly as your cunt welcomed Joel's cum and fluttered around his cock. Over the ringing in your ears, you can hear Joel whimpering out soft appologies as he continued to cum.

With his cock still inside you as you leaked out cum from your pussy, he laid his warm body on top of your back. His chest was damp with sweat from pounding into you. You could feel his warm breath by your ear as he took a minute to gather himself together. He still felt your walls fluttering around him. "It's okay, babydoll. I got you," He whispered gently as he stroked your bare side. You couldn't speak or think; all you could do was shiver underneath his body, even though you were far from cold.

Moments later, Joel pushes up from the bed and slowly pulls his cock from you with a slight hiss and groan. Joel bends down to get a look at your cum-filled pussy with his hands resting on your ass. "Oh doll, look at that pretty pussy," He whispers as he strokes his thumb against your sore ass. "I'll be back, okay, baby?" You let out a soft hum, letting him know he heard you.

When he went to the bathroom to clean you off and get something to clean you off, he didn't hear you burst into tears. When he came back, you were now sitting in the middle of the bed, crying with your head in your hands.

He rushes into the room, places the water bottle and towel on the bed, and embraces you. You couldn't help but cry harder as you cried into his neck. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry." He apologized as he kissed and rubbed your head. "I'm so fuckin' sorry, I don't even know what I was thinking."

You continued to cry for a few more moments before speaking up. "Joel, what if you did get me pregnant? What are we going to tell my dad and Sarah?" You look up at him with worry. He could tell you were stressed over this and couldn't help but feel his heart pull in his chest. Joel honestly didn't know what came over him during sex.

"Doll," He grabs your hand from your lap and gives it a quick kiss. "If you do get pregnant and you decide that you want to get rid of it, I will be there along the way, but if you want to keep it, then I will be sure to take care of you and the baby no matter what." Joel says it truthfully.

You stroked his hand with your thumb. "Joel, I'm not getting rid of it, but we're gonna be so fucked when my dad finds out his best friend of four years has been boning his daughter for the last two years and got her pregnant..." You say this to him as you look down at his hand in yours. "He'll fucking probably end up kicking me out and then kicking your ass."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head 'bout that darlin'; you're always welcomed at my house." With his other hand, he holds your head and kisses the crown of your head. "As for him kicking my ass, that ain't happening, sweetheart," He says sternly, as if he is sure. You let out a snort as you laughed.

"Oh really?" You back away from him to get a look at the cocky look on his face. He just looks down at your face with admiration.

"I'm certain, darlin'," He tells you, causing you to let out a loud giggle. That beautiful giggle overwhelmed Joel with love. He knew he loved you before, and he always made sure that you knew he loved you, but he knew right there that there would be another compared to you. You were it for him.

After your giggles had died down, you noticed that he was looking at you with a sparkling look in his eyes. "What?" You asked him softly as you played with his fingers.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked you. You felt yourself beginning to get shy. The both of you always told each other how much you loved each other, but something about this was different.

"Of course I know, Joel. Do you know I love you more, though?" You lean over and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. You then pull back to take a look at his face. The way his hard eyes softened when he looked at you made you weak in the knees. "So fuckin' handsome!" Joel's cheeks turned a soft pink color.

"And you're the most beautiful thing on earth," He whispers to you. "You're mine forever; don't ever forget it, darlin'." You wish this moment could last forever.

You released his hands from yours and brought them to your stomach. "I can't believe we might be having a baby, Joel," You whispered as you stroked your stomach. You could see you and Joel sharing a child together and even getting married whenever the time is right. He puts his hand over yours as well and rubs his thumb against your hand.

"You want me to cum in you again so we know we're successful, baby?" He suggested it with a smug tone. The soft look on your face immediately dropped and was replaced with a blank one instead.

"You're such a dirty old man," You tell him. "But yes, I do." You give him a quick peck on the lips before laying back down on the bed.

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A/N: I kinda hate this, but its been on my mind and I wanted to write.

[lacroixwh0r3]

Oh Daddy

Neighbor!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Joel's neighbor comes home from college and he becomes infatuated with her. One day her and family invite him over for dinner and things get heated.

Warnings: SMUT!! Masturbation (M and F), petnames (Darling, sweetheart, etc.), Sexual tension, oral sex, gagging, slight perv joel moments, older man/younger girl, cum facial, spit, sneaking around, no outbreak, mentions of Sarah, and Joel plays the guitar

Song inspo (feel free to listen if you want): Oh Daddy by Fleetwood Mac

A/N: I graduated college last month so yayyyy!! This is so long😭😭…i’m so sorry. ENJOY🫶🏾

Joel watched from his bedroom window as the young girl tried to quietly stumble into her home that she shared with her parents after long night of drinking with her friends.

You see, this wasn't something uncommon for Joel to see on a Friday night. Every weekend since she got home from college, Joel would watch the girl from his window as she drunkenly hopped out of the taxi, all while trying to make sure that the short little dress she was wearing that night didn't rise. However, there had been times when her attempts weren't so successful. Joel would sometimes get a peek at her different-colored thongs, which did nothing to help cover her ass.

Sometimes, Joel would catch himself getting hard due to the scene he was seeing, but he also immediately felt angry with himself for watching this young girl in her most vulnerable state. To stop himself from doing anything that he would regret, Joel moved himself from his window to his bed and tried his hardest to fall asleep, but flashes of the young girl's ass would plague his mind.

...

The older man didn't get any sleep because of his running mind. He had spent hours thinking about the girl, and when he did finally go to sleep, it was almost time for him to get ready to go to his first client's house.

With a few more minutes to spare before he had to get up, Joel lay in his bed shirtless with his hands behind his head as his mind began to drift to the girl and the one particular night when she had worn a red string thong that complimented her skin nicely.

Joel was already semi-hard when he had woken up, but his cock began to throb as he imaged the girl sitting right between his legs, rubbing his cock through his pajama pants as she softly spewed out praises at Joel. He imagined her telling him how much she wanted his cum painting her face as she jerked him off, occasionally teasing the head of his cock with her thumb or even rubbing the head against her hot tongue.

The thoughts began to overwhelm Joel so much that he knew that he had no other choice but to touch himself. And he knew that if he didn't, he might lose his mind at that very moment.

His hands slowly travel down his torso, imagining that it was her soft hands instead of his rough hands that were caloused due to his years of work. The closer he got to his cock, it strained against his pants more, nearly peeking out of the hole in his pants. And because he didn't have on his boxers, Joel was able to reach between that hole and pull his cock out.

His cock slaps against his stomach, causing him to let out a soft hiss due to his sensitivity. Joel suddenly got the idea to get the lube that was on his bedside table. He sits up slightly and rummages through the clutter until he finds the odd shaped lube bottle.

He lays back onto his pillow as he pops open the lube and drips some of it onto his cock. The feeling of the slightly cold lube causes him to let out a grunt. After he put in the desired amount, he quickly closed it and threw it somewhere on his bed. Joel then began to slowly rub the lube up and down on his cock. The feeling of his cock straining in his hand made his legs feel tingly, causing his feet to curl.

Joel felt pathetic as he stroked his cock and thought about his neighbor, who was way too young for him, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. He had never felt this way—not even in his teen years. He needed to have her, but he knew he shouldn't want her. There was something about the forbiddenness of the young girl that turned him on more.

The man fisted the tip of his cock and began to stroke only that part. The feeling was too much, to the point where all he could do was screw his eyes shut and throw his head back as he felt the euphoric feeling that spread all around his body. As soon as he felt like he was about to cum, he quickly stopped his movements and edged himself.

This went on for five more minutes before Joel decided that he couldn't keep doing this any longer and that he needed to cum. Joel feels sweat coat his entire body as he plants his feet onto his bed and lifts his hips to furiously fuck into his fist.

Once again, he imagines the young girl sitting there, looking up at him, ready to take his load at any moment. Ready for Joel to use her to dispose of all of his cum. With his current thoughts and the feeling of the slickness from the lube on his cock, Joel was just on the edge of cumming, and all he could do was moan and grunt loudly. Joel couldn't even gather the words to describe what he felt at that moment.

Sweat began to drop down his face as his hips kept going and his whole body began to stiffen up.

Just as Joel was about to blow his load, there was a loud knock at his door that caused his eyes to snap open and quickly stop what he was doing.

"Motherfuck!" Joel curses out, irratated, as he lets go of his cock and drops his arms down onto the bed. Once again, the person knocks on the door, causing him to yell out.

"Give me a sec, I'm comin'." The irony of the sentence causes Joel to let out a sarcastic chuckle. Joel stuffs his cock back into the hole of his pants, and he quickly wipes his hands on his bed sheets to "clean" them of the lube. With the other end of the duvet, he wipes his face of sweat as well, gets out of bed, and makes his way down the stairs.

Joel knew that what he was wearing wasn't appropriate to open the door in, but he also didn't give a fuck enough to change or even put on a shirt. They were the ones knocking on his door at 6:50 a.m., not the other way around.

Joel reaches the door and quickly swings it open without even asking who was at the door, and to his surprise, he is met with the girl whom he was just fantasizing about as he jerks off. His appearance did not go unnoticed by the young girl standing at his door.

As soon as he opened the door, the girl's eyes shot down his body swiftly and stayed at his cock, which was still half hard. He instantly became aware that he was standing shirtless at his door and that his cock hung loosely in his pants.

A few seconds had gone by since they both said nothing to each other. The girl continued staring at Joel's cock, and Joel continued to watch the girl look at his cock. He felt himself becoming hard again, and he knew that one of them should say something. This caused him to pull the door in front of him to cover the front of his body.

Joel clears his throat to catch the young girl's attention and scratches his eyebrow. Her eyes snap back up to his face with wide eyes. "Uh-hi, I'm sorry." The girl was instantly embarrassed because this sexy man just caught her staring at him. This caused Joel to let out a soft chuckle.

No, you're fine, sweetheart; how can I help you?" Joel's face went back to its usual stoic expression as he looked at the girl's face. She began to feel small and insecure because she knew that she might have interrupted whatever he was doing before she knocked on the door, and he wasn't too happy with that.

Still, she said nothing, making Joel raise and frown his eyebrows at her. She finally snaps out of whatever haze she was in and decides to start speaking.

"Um-oh right! Yeah, I live across the street. My mom wanted me to come over to ask you if you wanted to join us for dinner tonight." The young girl points behind her with her thumb.

The girl watches as Joel quickly moves his eyes from her, skims over her house, and goes back to her face. Joel thought about it for a second and decided that he should go because Sarah had been at stay-away camp for the last two weeks and he was getting lonely. He also knew he would feel bad for saying no to the beautiful girl.

"Yeah, sure, I'll be there," Joel says to her as he scratches his head. As soon as Joel agreed, he saw the girl's eyes brighten and felt his chest swell.

"Great! You can come around six if that works for you, but if not, feel free to come any time." She tells him, and before he could even respond to her, she turned and ran back in the direction of her home.

Joel stood at his front door, confused, for a minute as he watched the young girl enter her home and slam the front door. He realized that she had never told him her name.

He decided to move away from the door and shut it. "Okay," Joel says to himself as he looks at the clock on his wall and realizes that it is time for him to start getting ready for work.

...

After a long day of dealing with stubborn clients and having to constantly move around all day, Joel was tired. However, he didn't want to go to dinner empty-handed, so he decided to stop at the store to buy the most expensive wine he could find.

After buying the wine, Joel decided he was going to go home to freshen up and put on something that was more appropriate for a dinner with his neighbors.

Joel was finally done getting himself together and looked at the watch on his wrist. It was 6:32 p.m. He walks down the stairs, grabs his keys from the table by the front door, and walks out of the house. Joel knew that the people in his neighborhood wouldn't dare intrude into his home as he lived around mainly older people, but still, he made sure to lock the door behind him.

Joel makes his way to the young girl's home and knocks once he arrives at her door. He waits a few moments before someone opens the door.

It was her.

The girl that he wanted more than ever was standing at the door, and all he could do was look at her. That was until he realized that he had forgotten the wine at home. Joel rubs his hand through his hair and says, "Shit-I had bought wine to bring over, but I forgot it at home." He gives the girl an apologetic look.

"No, you're fine; please come in." The girl opens the door wider, inviting the man into her home with a soft smile.

"Are you sure? I can run back across the street to get it. It's really no problem," Joel says.

"I promise it's fine. Now, come in." The girl dismisses his words and motions for him to come in.

Joel lets out a sigh and finally gives in. He walks into her home and is met with the delectable smell of whatever her mother is cooking. He then looked back at the girl who stood in front of him and noticed she was wearing this sexy black dress that hugged her body wonderfully. Joel wanted to do nothing more than rip it off her body and lay her down on the floor as he devoured her and showed her how much he wanted her.

Joel decided to compliment her, causing her to look away and blush.

"Thank you; you look good as well, Mr. Miller." The young girl says this as she eyes him again, looking at him from head to toe. He realized that he never told the girl his name, so the fact that she knew it already surprised him a bit.

Oh, thank you, Darlin'," Joel says with his low southern drawl. The way that he had said that caused the girl to cross her legs as she stood in place with her hands behind her back.

The girl knew that she had to have Joel at that very moment, but she also knew that she had to be strategic. She couldn't just come onto him that fast. She wanted to seduce him, make him yearn for her, and make him beg.

"I don't think I got your name, sweetie..."Joel said this with curious eyes as he looked at her. The girl tells him her name, and he repeats it to himself, trying to familiarize himself with the name. Oh, but the way he said it only made her want him more.

"That's a beautiful name; it's nice to finally meet you, sweetheart." Joel grabbed her hand with his rough one and brought her hand to his lips so that he could plant a soft kiss on the back of it. The girl felt like time was slowing down at that very moment. She felt as his perfect soft lips lingered on her hand all while he looked at her with his brown eyes. She couldn't hold in her desire any more after that.

Joel pulled away from the girl as desire clouded her eyes, and he watched her bite down on her lips, trying to stop any sounds from escaping out of her mouth. They both stood there watching each other with a particular glint in their eyes, letting each other know that there was in fact some tension surrounding them.

Joel's breathing had gotten heavier as he looked down and realized that the girl was clamping her legs together as she tried to control her arousal. This made Joel even more horny for the girl, knowing she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

Suddenly, their moment was quickly interrupted as the girl's mother called out for her from the kitchen. The girl's grip on Joel's hand had tightened, and she began to guide him towards the direction where her mother was.

Joel felt himself somewhat panicked because his erection in his pants was not small at all. As she dragged him along by his right hand, Joel adjusted himself with his left hand as they walked.

They reached the kitchen, and Joel was met with the sight of both of the girl's parents cooking in the kitchen together as the sounds of Fleetwood Mac's song, The Chain, played at a very low volume. The girl lets go of Joel's hand and begins to speak.

"Mom and dad," The girl says as she gets her parents attention. "Mr. Miller is here." She makes Joel's presence known to them as she points toward him.

The girl's father turns in front of the stove and walks up to Joel with his hand out. The two men both shake hands and introduce each other. The older lady introduces herself as well.

"It's so nice to finally meet you, Mr. Miller," Her mother says to Joel as she pats his arm.

"It's great to meet you too. Thank you for inviting me, ma'am." Joel says it charmingly, causing the girl to stare at him.

"The food should be done any moment; please go have a seat; my daughter will show you to the table." The older lady smiles and goes back to stirring whatever was in the pot.

The young girl grabs his hand and leads him to the square dining table, where they both find their seats next to each other.

"Would you like a beer, Mr. Miller?" The girl turns towards Joel with the kindest smile on her face. Her demeanor was different now than it was while they both stood at the front door.

"Sure, darlin'." Joel smiles at her. He watches as the young girl gets up from her seat, causing her dress to ride up her thighs. Joel's eyes quickly bolted from her thighs down to the table in front of him. Little did Joel know that she wanted his attention, and she was willing to do just about anything during this dinner to get it.

As the girl walked to the kitchen to get the beer, he watched her ass move as she walked until she turned into the kitchen. Joel throws his head back and lets out a low groan. The only way he was able to temporarily relieve the pressure of his erection was by quickly reaching up to the table and tugging at his cock through his jeans.

Finally, the girl comes back with the beer and stands next to Joel as she opens it for him and bends down to put it on the table. Now, she and Joel were so close to each other that he could smell her sweet scent and feel her body heat. Joel wanted to grab her by her neck softly and bring her lips to his, but he refrained.

"Thanks," Joel grunts out, causing the girl to look over her shoulder at him while she was still bent over next to him.

"You're welcome, Mr. Miller." She tells him and smiles as she slowly leans up to go back to her seat. By this time, both of her parents were emerging from the kitchen with different dishes. The girl helped them both put the dishes on the table as Joel sat back and watched her.

Once they were all done setting the dishes, both of her parents were seated at the table. "I just wanted to tell you guys how amazing the food looks and thank you," Joel tells them with full gratitude.

The couple both smile at Joel. "No, thank you for joining us, Joel. We always cook way too much and wanted to feed our neighbor," The lady winks at him.

"Please dig in." The lady speaks again, causing everyone to begin to pile food onto their plates.

...

Finally, after an hour of constant torture from the girl next to him, he was ready to burst at any moment. During the duration of the dinner, the family asked Joel different questions about his life.

"So Joel, what do you do outside of work? Any hobies?" The older man had asked Joel.

"Oh man, with taking care of Sarah, working, and making sure that things get done around the house, I barely have time for hobies." Joel says as he lets out a deep breath he was holding in.

"I used to play the guitar, though, but haven't really had much time with that. I was thinking, Maybe after I'm done with these next few clients, I'll start teaching classes or somethin'" Joel confesses to the family. He hears the girl's mom let out a soft gasp.

"Missy over here recently got a guitar to pass her time before she goes back to college...maybe you can give her some lessons?" Her mom suggested it with the brightest smile on her face.

"Please, Mr. Miller? I think that would be a great idea too," the young girl says, turning to Joel and gripping his bicep as her wide eyes begged him to say yes. He knew deep down at that moment he should've said no, but he couldn't help himself.

"Sure thing, sweetheart," He sighs. "Whenever you see my truck at home, just knock at my door."

"Yay!" the girl yells out. "Thank you, Mr. Miller," she says as she leans in closer to him. He feels his cock strain again at her closeness.

"Thank you so much for this, Joel." The young girl's father says this to him as he nods his head in appreciation.

"Really, it's no problem at all," Joel dismissively waves at them.

"Hey sweetie, why don't you take Mr. Miller up the stairs and show him your guitar, huh?" Her mother suggested.To Joel, it felt like the mother was purposely trying to get Joel to give into her daughter. Like a trap waiting just for him, Joel was ready to fall into it.

"Are you sure, mom? I can help you with the dishes and stuff." The girl looks at her mom with a slight pout on her face. Joel couldn't help but think about how cute she looked. The way her eyebrows were scrunched together as she frowned made Joel weak to his knees.

"It's fine, sweetheart," Her mom reassures her from the table as she and her husband begin to get up to start cleaning. "Your father and I are able to get it up ourselves...right?" She nudged her husband with her elbow.

"Go ahead," her father says, smiling at her warmly.

With this, the young girl jumps out of her seat and grabs Joel by his bicep. Joel couldn't help but feel his cock jump with excitement as the girl dragged him to her bedroom. As they both walked up the steps, he saw the back of her silky smooth thighs, which he wanted to caress as he ate her pussy from behind. Forcing her to keep her legs open while he sucked and abused her clit.

Finally, they had reached the top of the steps and began to walk down to the door at the end of the hall. The girl swings the door open and pulls him into the room. She quickly shuts and locks the door behind her. She knew that once her parents were done with the dishes, they would head to their bedroom, which was right down the hall from hers, but still, she wanted to make sure that there were no interruptions between her and Joel.

The room was lit with a dim light. She sat in the corner of the room. Joel noticed on one wall that there was a book shelf with fake vines hanging from the top that housed many books, as well as another wall that had posters of some movies that he recognized and some artists that he recognized as well.

"I see ya' like to read, doll." Joel says this to her as he continues to take in the room. She lets out a soft giggle as she stands at the edge of the bed where the guitar lies.

"I do, Mr. Miller." She looks at Joel again with those 'fuck me' eyes, crosses her ankles, and holds her hands behind her back. Joel caught himself almost rushing towards her and pushing her down on the bed, where he would pound that little pussy until she couldn't take it anymore.

"Mm..." Joel let out a low hum as he slowly walked up to the girl. They were both panting from the closness at this point, but neither of them took action. Joel liked the egerness and longing that existed between them that they never addressed, yet they both somehow knew they needed each other.

Joel's eyes had dropped from her eyes, down to her lips, causing her to lick her lips with her pink tongue. He wished badly that it was him licking her lips instead.

"Let me look at that guitar, what do you say, darlin'?" Joel asked her with the sexiest voice the young girl had ever heard in her life. His voice was so deep, and he had that southern accent that could get him into the pants of any girl he wanted.

In response to his question, the girl nodded shyly at him as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. Joel sits down on the edge of the bed next to her as she stands and picks up the guitar. He began to play some chords and then started to play a familiar song. It was "Oh Daddy" by Fleetwood Mac.

She was still standing over him as the man played the song on her guitar. He looked like something straight out of a magazine; the top of his shirt was unbuttoned, his strong hands flicking the strings effortlessly, and he had this concentrated look on his face.

To be quite honest, the girl didn't really care to play the guitar at the moment. She just wanted Joel's hands over her body, showing a different kind of pleasure she had never experienced with any man before. The girl could tell from just looking at Joel that he knew how to please a woman, and she wanted to test that theory tonight in her room.

Joel finished the song, slowly lifting his head up to look at the girl, and decided to slide up further on the bed.

"Come sit between my legs so I can show you some cords, doll." Joel tells her sternly as he picks up the guitar so that the girl can sit between his legs. The girl nods her head and sits down on the bed.

Between Joel's legs.

The girl uses Joel's thighs to help herself get comfortable, causing Joel to let out a soft hiss. Once she was comfortable, Joel brought the guitar over her lap, and that was when she became hyperaware that she was pressed against his hard chest and that she could feel Joel's hard cock pressed against her hip. She let out a slight whimper, which did not go unnoticed by Joel.

Joel bends his head down and speaks into the girl's ear, "Good, darlin...you ready?" He asks her lowly. The feeling of his breath on her ear makes her shiver a bit.

"Mmhm," she says as her teeth catch her bottom lip.

"First, you're going to wrap your hand around the neck of the guitar." Joel grips her soft hand in her lap and brings it to the neck of the guitar, causing her to slightly wrap her hand around it. "And next, you're going to lightly hug the body." She raised her arm and hugged the guitar, as Joel's hand was still holding the girl's hand around the neck.

"You're doin' so good, doll. Now let me show you some cords."

For about ten minutes, Joel showed her the cords and asked her to play them back for him, but she couldn't. This caused her to get frustrated and let out huffs as she rolled her eyes. And every time she did it, Joel wanted to flip her on her stomach and spank her ass until it was bruised.

The girl leans forward, pushing her ass into his cock as her dress rises up her thighs, and puts the guitar on the floor by the bed. "Mr. Miller, I want to try something else with you..." the girl says in her most stern voice as she leans back into the older man. Silence filled the room after that, Joel told himself that this shouldn't happen, but he knew he couldn't stop himself.

"What, baby?" Joel asked in her ear. He decided to reach around under the girl's arms with his large hands and rest them on the tops of her thighs. Slowly, he grabs the edge of her dress and starts to pull her dress higher, exposing her dark red panties. The girl throws her head back onto his shoulder and rolls her head so that her mouth is near his ear. She couldn't help but clench her thighs as he held her dress.

"I want to taste you, Mr. Miller. Can I taste you, please?" She breathes out in his ear, causing Joel's body to shiver.

"Doll, you know we shouldn't be doing this, right? Your mom and dad are down stairs..." Joel lets out a soft cry, almost pleading with her. However, his hands are still on her thighs as his fingers move closer to her underwear-covered pussy. Due to the close proximity, Joel could feel the heat coming from her pussy.

The young girl then nudges Joel with the back of her elbow, causing him to fall back onto the bed, and quickly stands up on her knees between his legs. Joel grunts once his back hits the bed.

"Hey!" he barks up at the girl as he props his body up with his arms in a low tone. He wasn't expecting her to just push him onto the bed like that. She takes him by surprise again as she sits down on the back of her legs, puts her hand on top of Joel's erection, and strokes it gently through his thick jeans. Joel pushes his hips into her hand so he can feel her touch more.

"Joel," The girl cocks her head to the side as she looks at Joel and continues to touch him. That was the first time Joel had heard her call him by his first name, and fuck, did it do something to him. "They aren't going to hear anything...as long as we're quiet." She whispers the last part as a troublesome smirk spreads across her beautiful lips.

"You're a fucking bad girl," Joel spits at her as he narrows his eyes at her. "And i'm gonna treat you like one tonight,"

The young girl's hand goes up to Joel's belt and begins eagerly undoing the belt. The instant the belt is undone, she unbuttons his jeans, and pats Joel's hips, telling him to raise his hips. As his hips were raised, she yanked down his jeans and boxers. The girl wasn't sure what she expected, but the size of Joel caught her by surprise when it flicked out of his boxers and fell onto Joel's stomach. It was bigger than anything she had seen previously with her hookups from college. She didn't know what to do.

When Joel dropped his hips back onto the bed, he noticed the shocked look on the girl's face as she looked at his cock. "What's wrong, baby? You've never seen a cock this big before?" He asked her arrogantly. Joel couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. It didn't help that he was also getting turned on more, causing his cock to strain against his stomach and precum to drip from his tip onto his skin.

The girl's eyes moved from Joel's cock and back to his eyes. She bit her lips as she shook her head fast in response to Joel's question. The arrogant look on his face and the way he sat back on his arms as his cock lay on his stomach made her want to touch herself.

Her eyes had drifted back to his hard cock, and that's when she decided she was going to take action. The girl adjusted herself on her knees, pushed up Joel's flannel on his torso, and wrapped her hand around his warm, hard cock. Thoughtlessly, Joel's hips snap up into her hand, and he lets out a low moan.

"Fuck, Doll, you're teasing me," He states. Slowly, she begins to stroke his cock. When she reaches the tip, she gathers the precum and spreads it down his length. The feeling of the slight wetness makes him hiss between his teeth and lick his bottom lip. The girl wanted to kiss those perfect, wet pink lips as she gave him pleasure, but she stopped herself.

She looks at him with a mocking look on her face and pouts at him, "M'sorry, Mr. Miller." The look on her face made Joel angry, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. He shifted his weight to his left arm and took his right one from under him. He brings his fingers up to his mouth, gathers the spit, and spits on his fingers. The girl stopped at the base of his cock as she looked at him curiously. Joel brings his hand to his cock and spreads the spit on his tip. He felt his body go rigid as he stroked the most sensitive part of his body, and the girl could feel it as well.

The girl could feel the spit slowly drip down onto her hand, so she decided she was going to stroke the bottom of Joel's cock as he focused on the tip. Her and Joel's hands bumped into each other as they both went up and down.

"Oh-oh fuck, baby. You're making me feel so good." He whimpers. Joel took himself by surprise because he was never the one for whimpering. The girl continued to stare at the scene in front of her as she continued to help pleasure the man. Watching Joel's euphoric expression while he pleasured himself was better than any porn she had watched. It was so raunchy, so raw, and so arousing.

"You like that, Joel? You like it when I touch your cock like this?" She breathed out. Joel felt so weak at that moment because he almost came right then and there.

"Shit, baby...ya' keep talkin' like that and I might cum" he tells her. So overwhelmed with pleasure.

Suddenly, he feels the girl jump from between his legs and stand over him at the edge of the bed. She begins to take off her dress, then removes her bra, and takes off her panties. Leaving her bare in front of him. Joel felt like a perv as he continued to touch himself at the sight of her body. He couldn't stop.

Joel didn't know where to place his eyes, but her breast was what stood out to him the most. He imagined what it would be like to cum over her face and watch as the cum dripped down to her breast as she tried to lick what was on her lips. "Look at you, so fucking perfect," Joel growls while he tugs at his extremly hard cock. The girl began to feel shy, so she wrapped her arms around her body. No one had ever looked at her the way Joel did, let alone called her perfect. Though it made her feel good, she still wanted to cover herself.

Oh, don't get shy on me now, darlin'. I need to see you." At the end of the sentence, Joel's voice got firmer. He didn't like the fact that she was hiding from him, and she could tell, so she released her arms in front of her.

Joel stops jerking off and sits up on the bed. "Good girl. Now, get on your knees on the floor." Joel says as he shifts to the edge of the bed. The girl instantly does what he says and drops to her knees. Joel's cock was right in front of her face, but she still maintained eye contact with him. With his left hand, he brings it to her cheek and strokes her cheek. She nuzzles her face closer to his hand, loving the way his touch feels on her skin.

"You love being told what to do? Hm?" Joel cooed at the girl. All she could do was nod her head as she looked up at him with big doe eyes. "Such a sweet girl," Joel compliments her softly.

Joel's thumb moved from her cheek and toyed with her bottom lip, which compelled her to part her lips. The girl thought that he was going to let her suck on his finger, but that wasn't the case. "I'm gonna fuck that pretty little mouth, is that okay with you, little darlin'" Joel asked her so tenderly and gently that all she could do was frantically nod her head.

"I need words, darlin'," Joel tells her, still playing with her bottom lip.

"I want you in my mouth, Mr. Miller. So fucking badly." She whined out. She was so horny, she slipped her hands between her legs and began to lightly play with her clit. Joel hadn't noticed yet, as he was caught up in his own pleasure.

Joel grips his cock and pumps it as the girl opens her mouth, ready to take Joel's cock. He slides his cock into her hot mouth and lets out a deep moan. "Shit-fuck, baby," the man said, throwing his head back in pleasure as the girl began to suck as he entered her mouth. The girl moans around Joel's cock, still playing with her clit unbekownst to Joel. "Tell me how much you love sucking this cock, baby." Joel grunts out. She takes his cock out of her mouth and grips it with her hand, causing Joel's to drop down in his lap as she took control.

"Oh fuck, Mr. Miller! I love the taste of your cock, daddy." If it was even possible at this point, Joel's cock grew harder. The girl saw his eyes darken immediately after she said the word. Joel never liked hearing the word daddy in the bedroom, but when she said it...fuck he wanted to hear it again, over and over, as he fucked her in all sorts of positions.

"You like it when I call you Daddy, Mr. Miller?" She asked before sticking out her tongue and beginning to rub Joel's cock onto her tongue. He bit his lips as she continued the motion because if he didn't, he knew he would alert the girl's parents to what they were doing.

"You have no idea. Fuck." Joel's head rolls forward with his eyes closed once he feels her sucking on his tip before releasing it and going back to stroking with her wet hand. "You have no idea what it does to me, baby," He says breathlessly.

As his eyes were closed, he heard her soft moans, which made his eyes shoot open. And that's when he saw the girl stroking her clit as she jerked him off. She rubbed faster when she realized that his eyes were on her and stuffed his cock down her throat, making her eyes water as she gagged. The feeling of her throat contracting around Joel's cock to accommodate his size made him shiver all around and push his cock deeper down her throat. Because of this, she lets out a sound as she gags and swiftly brings her head back up. She was sharply breathing in to bring air back into her lungs as she was breathing hard.

Joel was totally blissed out before he realized what he had done. "Oh fuck, baby, I am so sorry. Did I hurt you?" he asked her, concerned that he might have gone too far.

With a raspy voice, she answers him, "Calm down, Mr. Miller. I loved it." She smirks as she jerks him again. She had a glint in her eyes mixed with a smirk, which made him sure she was about to do it again. "Matter of fact, why don't you lay down on the bed?" She suggested it to the older man.

Joel looks at her again and lays back on the bed. Once his back hit the bed, he felt her mouth back on his cock, making his body freeze. He felt split drip down his cock as she fucked her own throat with his cock and stroked whatever she couldn't fit. Joel's eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he bit down hard on his pointer finger to stop himself from moaning out. The sounds her mouth made as she relentlessly fucked her own throat made him feel like he was in the seventh heaven.

"Oh baby doll," He tries to keep his moans low, but he wasn't sure if he was successful. To be quite honest, he didn't care if he was loud or not. Joel felt lightheaded, but he didn't want her to stop, not until he came. "Sucking my cock like a fucking pro," The girl couldn't help but feel proud as the man looked like he was going to pass out from the overpowering pleasure.

Quickly, she took his cock out of her mouth to spit on her hand and bring it down to her pussy. Her pussy was already wet, but she wanted it wetter. As she toyed with her pussy faster, she brought Joel's cock back into her mouth and continued what she was previously doing. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum soon, baby." Joel tells her breathlessly.

"I'm gonna fuckin' cum all over that pretty lil face," he moaned. The girl realized that Joel's southern accent had gotten thicker as he said those words. She moaned on his cock, causing him to feel the vibrations around his tip. They were both on the edge of cumming.

Joel brings both of his hands to the sides of her head and holds her in place as he plants his feet onto the floor and thrusts into her mouth. With this, the girl lets go of Joel's cock and allows him to fuck her mouth. The girl could hear as her bed squeaked loudly while Joel violently thrust into her mouth, and it did nothing but make her rub her pussy faster and tweak her nipples. That was all you could hear-the sound of the squeaking bed, Joel's loud breathing, and the wet gagging sounds of Joel's cock fucking her throat.

Joel wasn't watching her as he lay on the bed, and his eyes were closed tight from the pleasure, but the girl tried to watch him through her tears as she tried to keep her eyes open. And God, was it a sight to see?

The young girl would never dare let one of those college boys use and abuse her throat the way Joel was doing to her. She respected herself too much to let that happen, but obviously didn't respect herself enough to say no to Joel. If she were able to, which she couldn't because of Joel's cock being stuffed down her throat, she'd probably laugh at herself for letting this man she barely knew use her like this.

"Baby..." Joel croaks as he does one final thrust of his hips, quickly pulls out of her tight throat, props himself up on his left arm, and jerks his cock with his right hand. "I'm-i'm fucking cuming..." he bites down on his lip and wildly brings his fist up and down his cock. The girl frantically rubbed her clit and brought her face closer to Joel's cock as she tried to catch her breath from the previous face-fucking she had just received.

Finally, the first spurt of cum from Joel's cock flies across the girl's face, landing on the bridge of her nose and nearly getting in her eye. Like a domino effect, the girl began to orgasm as Joel released his warm cum on her face. "J-Joel," She shuddered as her legs almost gave out from the earth-shattering feeling of her orgasm. Joel was grateful that he was lying on the bed because he knew if he was standing, he'd be weak in the knees.

"Oh, fuck me, baby," Joel says softly to the girl after he is done painting her face with his white cum. His hips bucked as the last drop of cum dripped down his fist. The older man and the young girl both sat there as they tried to catch their breath. Trying to recover from the intense orgasm they both experienced.

Joel finally sat up to get a better look at her. It was such a filthy sight to see her on her knees in front of him with his cum painted onto her face. Some of it was on her chin, on her lips, just a little bit on her nose, and a drop on her forehead. "Look at you. You're so damn gorgeous with my cum on your face." Joel said as he wiped the girl's hair from her face and stroked her hair.

"What do you say to your daddy, baby? For cumming on that pretty face?" Joel asked her.

"Thank you, Daddy." The girl says this as she looks at him with a lustful expression.

Joel lets out a deep sigh before saying, "You're so welcome, darling." He removed his hand from her hair, gathered some of the cum that sat on her chin with his pointer and middle finger, and brought it to her mouth. Without any hesitation, she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, allowing Joel to rest his cum-covered fingers on her tongue. Her lips then clamped around Joel's fingers, and she sucked them clean, tasting the slightly salty fluid.

"You like it when I feed you my cum?" He asked her as he felt his cock getting hard again. She nodded her head as her tongue twirled around Joel's fingers. Joel couldn't help but push them deeper into her mouth. She grabbed his wrist with both of her hands as she continued to suck. However, a few moments later, she pops Joel's fingers out of her mouth and holds his hand in hers.

"You taste so good, Daddy," She whispers to him. She couldn't help but let out a soft whimper and stick her tongue out to lick Joel's cum off her lips. The girl felt a sense of pride swell up in her stomach as Joel looked down at her in awe.

Joel and the girl were too caught up in the moment to even hear the sound of her father's foot steps getting closer to her door. They were quickly removed from their hypnotic state when the girl's father sharply knocked at the door.

"Shit!" the girl cursed quietly as she jumped back and grabbed her dress that was bunched up on the floor. Joel's heart almost jumped out of his chest. He came back to his conscious mind and stood up to slip his pants back on. Joel didn't even bother to button his pants back up or buckle his belt; he just sat back down on the girl's bed and made sure that the top of his pants were covered by his shirt.

"Are you two okay in there?" Her father asked. As he made himself look as normal as possible, he realized that the girl had her dress back on, but his cum still covered her face. Joel knew it wasn't the time to admire his work. Her father was right outside the door, for Christ's sake, but damn, was it hot.

"Yes!" She says it quickly, her eyes wide. The girl was afraid her dad would demand that she open the door and see that his little girl had gotten a facial from their neighbor, who was way beyond her years.

"Okay," Her father says through the door. He stood there for a second and began to make his way to his room.

Once they had heard the sound of her parents bedroom door shut, they instantly took a breath that they didn't even realize they were holding. "That was fucking close." The girl let out a nervous chuckle as she turned around to look at Joel, who was now relaxed.

They had both gotten themselves together. Joel helped the girl wipe the cum off her face and made sure that there was nothing left. The air in the room was thick and smelled of sweat and bodily fluids—more specifically, cum.

Before going down the stairs, Joel goes over to the girl's desk, grabs a stick note and a pen, and begins to write his number. Once he was done, he grabbed the girl's hand and put the sticky note in her hand. When the girl looked down at the note and realized what it was, her heartbeat sped up. Before she could say anything, with her hand still in his, Joel made his way to her door and unlocked it, and they began to make their way down the stairs.

When they reach the door, the girl opens the door for Joel. They stood there for a moment, just holding hands and looking at each other. Joel lets go of her hand and brings both of his hands to the sides of her face. He quickly brings his lips to hers, catching her off guard. He could taste the faint saltiness that lingered on her lips from his cum. This made him suck on her lips more.

The feeling of his soft lips on hers made her sink into the kiss. She didn't want it to end.

The kiss lasted only for a minute, but to the girl, it felt like forever. After they pulled away from the kiss, they were both breathless. As Joel held onto her head, he rested his forehead on hers and closed his eyes before pulling away and kissing her forehead. "Thank you so much, sweetheart." Joel whispers to her tenderly. Her stomach fluttered.

She pulls away from Joel and plants a kiss on his prickly cheek. "No, thank you, Joel." She says just enough for him to hear. She places one last kiss on his cheek, and he begins to walk out the door. As he walked down the pathway, he stopped and turned around to look at her.

"Whenever you want those guitar lessons, just call me," He says to her as he points to the note in her hand. "Or if you need me for other things." He winks at her with a smirk on his face. Playfully, she rolls her eyes at the man.

"I will," she says to him, and he turns around and continues to make his way to his home. "Daddy." The girl calls out, making him stop in his tracks. She tried to hold in her laugh as she watched his reaction, but she couldn't help but giggle.

"You're insatiable; you know that, right?" He told her as he continued walking and shook his head.

She laughed again and watched as he reached his front door. He took his keys out of his back pocket, unlocked the door, and walked into his home. Before he shuts the door, he waves at her, and she waves back at him shyly.

They both closed the door at the same time and leaned on it. They knew that whatever was happening between them was probably forbidden, but they both wanted it badly.

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Watch me, Touch me (part 2)

Neighbor!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You've been avoiding Bucky after that night, but he isn't ready to let you go yet.

Part 1

Warnings: SMUT!!!, unprotected sex, creampie, spit, orgasm denial, dry humping, clothes ripping, alcohol usage, petnames (doll, honey, etc.), rough sex, mentions of exhibitionism/voyeurism, and teasing

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A/N: I am sooo freaking sorry for being gone for so long...I barely had a break this summer because I was taking classes and this is my final year in college (thank god!). But I will definitely try to write more when I can. Also I am so sorry about the errors in the first part...I did not read over it but I'll fix any errors when I get a chance lol. Anyway, ENJOY<3

"God, how long is this going to take?" I asked myself out loud as I impatiently waited for the papers to come out of the printer so that I could get home before the storm started. I'll be damned if I have to walk home during a storm in a skirt and heels.

Once my papers were done printing, I sped to my desk with my head down to avoid anyone speaking to me. That was until I felt my phone vibrate in my hand. I stop to check it and see that it's Bucky, once again asking if he did anything wrong.

I just sigh and shut off my phone before heading to my desk again.

It's been weeks since Bucky and I last spoke to each other.

After that night, we only spoke for a week until I realized I was getting too attached to him. I didn't want to end up with a broken heart because he seemed like an amazing guy, handsome, and his dick was like, really big.

I dropped the papers off at my desk, slipped on my jacket, and ran to the elevator. Once I was finally in, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on the elevator walls, feeling exhausted. I wanted to do nothing more than just go to sleep right now.

I hear the elevator ding, indicating that it was going to stop for someone else. As it comes to a complete stop, I hear the sound of the doors opening, and someone walks on.

"Hello," a familiar voice says to me, causing my eyes to shoot open and me to jerk my head to where the familiar voice came from. Right in front of me was Bucky. He went to press the button for the floor he wanted, but I guess we were going to the same place.

Once he noticed that I was looking at him, he looked back at me, and his eyes widened at the sight of me in front of him.

"Y-y/n? "You work here?" He inquired, surprised that I was present.I break eye contact with him and look at the front of the elevator.

"Uh, yeah, I do," I simply reply, not wanting to look at him right now.For a moment, it was awkward, and for the next 40 seconds, which felt like hours, we both made it to the lobby of the building.

As soon as the doors opened, I dashed out of the elevator as I heard the sound of Bucky behind me. "Hey, Y/n! "Wait a minute, can we talk?" Bucky pleaded with me. The two doormen open the large doors as I quickly run out of the lobby, bidding them a quick "thank you" and "see you later" as I ignore Bucky.

As soon as I make it out the door, the rain instantly blinds me, causing me to almost run into a jogger. However, Bucky's vibranium hand quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his body before I could run into the person. "You need to watch out," Bucky says to me as we both stand in the rain, pressed against each other. "You could've gotten hurt badly, y/n." He whispered. Just hearing the way he said my name made me weak in the knees.

"Sorry..." I mumble as I try to avoid his hard gaze.

"How about I take you--"

"NO!" I said this before he could even finish his sentence. I can't be alone with him.

"It's raining, yes," he pleads with me. "I know you're avoiding me right now, but please let me take you home?" I let out a sigh and looked at him only to find him already staring at me with large, hopeful eyes.

"Please?" He begs again.

I finally give in, not wanting to leave him hanging even more.

"Fine," I say to him. I really hope I don't regret this.

"Thank you, my car is just up the street. We should start walking fast." He tugs at my arm as he begins to walk in the direction of the car. He was still tugging on my arm as I tried to keep up with him, but due to the wet clothes on my body and my uncomfortable heels, it was too hard.

Finally, we make it to what I assume is his car. He lets go of my arm to dig into his back pocket to get the keys to the car. I reach out my arm to open the door, but he beats me to it and opens it for me.I just shake my head and give him a look of disapproval.

"Thanks, Bucky," I say to him as I slip into the expensive car. As soon as he closed the passenger door, I looked around the spotless car and noticed the clean leather seats, cringing at the fact that they were probably going to be ruined now because of our wet clothes. Bucky finally gets in the car and instantly presses the button to start it up.

It was silent as Bucky made his way towards our apartment. I decided to speak up and lessen the awkward silence by saying, "I am so freaking sorry about messing up your nice seats." I say to him as I look over at him with a guilty look. He looked so good while driving with that concentrated look on his beautiful face that it made me clench my legs even harder.

"No, it's fine," she says.He takes his eyes off the road for a slight moment and looks into my eyes and down at my legs as my skirt goes farther up my thighs, but he quickly looks back at the road and clears his throat.

I swear, for a split second, there was a look in his eyes that could bring any person to their knees. In order to contain myself, I bite my bottom lip and look out the window. I was afraid I might say or do something I'd regret later. My mind then starts to drift off to the first time I "met" Bucky.

I soon snapped out of my daydreaming when I realized that we were sitting in the slightly dark parking garage at our apartment complex and Bucky was calling my name.

"Y/n? "Are you okay?" Bucky asked me with a concerned look on his face once I snapped my head towards him. I just nodded my head, still not trusting myself to speak.

"Are you sure, doll?"  "You were squirming in your seat for a while," he said, making my face flush with embarrassment. He was watching me get turned on the entire time I was thinking about the time we both watched each other through the window.

"Um yeah, I was just thinking about something—work!" "You know how work gets." I let out an awkward laugh, trying to get off the topic quickly. Bucky lets out a small hum and chuckles a bit as he looks at me and turns the car off, almost like he knows what I am actually thinking about.

He most definitely knew what I was thinking about, but I would never admit it out loud.

We both get out of the car and begin walking to the elevator. "Thanks for the ride, Bucky," I say softly as I give him a weak smile, causing him to smile back and brush his fingers through his long locks.

"Anytime, sweet girl," our stroll returned to silence, but not before he asked me a question."Do you want to come over for a drink?"

When he noticed my hesitation, he quickly clarified that it was only one drink and I was free to say no if I didn't want to. Even though I knew I should've said no, I still agreed.

Soon, we arrive at the door of his apartment. He quickly scrambles for his keys, unlocks the door, and pushes the door open. He allows me to go first and closes the door behind himself. Surprisingly enough, the apartment was one of the cleanest places I've been to.

"Your place is so clean, Bucky, I'm a little shocked," I say to him jokingly as I look around the apartment that was slightly the same as mine. I see him snap his head towards me as he drops his keys on the countertop.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Y/N?" Bucky lets out a laugh.

"I'm kidding," I reassured him. "Your place is one of the cleanest places I've ever seen."

He lets out a hum in response.

"So, I have red wine or some whiskey. Which one do you want?" He asks me as he looks into my eyes and leans against his arms on the countertop.

The dim light and the way he looked at me right now made me want to climb up and let him have his way with me, but I resisted the urge.

"Hmm, you pick." He bites his lip and turns around to grab the glasses. He grabs one wine glass and another short glass for the whiskey, which I would assume is for him. He sits them down and begins to pour the drinks for them.

"Here you go, sweetheart," he says to me as he hands me the wine glass. I felt my heart beat out of my chest due to the nickname and our fingertips touching as he handed me the glass.

"Thank you, Buck." I spoke to him softly.

"Of course," he says before taking a quick sip of his whiskey. "How about we have a seat, hmm?" Bucky leads me to the couch.

I put my drink down and plopped down on the couch so that I was facing him. We both sat there for a minute just looking at each other until a smile slowly crept onto his face, causing us both to laugh.

After a couple of seconds, we both begin to cool down, and he immediately asks me the question I've been avoiding. "Why haven't you answered my calls or texts, Y/N?" His face was now laced with concern.

"Was it something I did?" He followed up.

"Bucky, "It was nothing you did that caused me to stop responding," I sighed."I just didn't want to get attached in case you didn't want anything to do with me."

I look down, but he quickly grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Y/n, I would never lead you on." He reassures me as he searches my face and strokes my chin with his thumb.

"After that first night with you, I knew I needed to have more of you." He bites his lip once more, which causes my eyes to focus on his lips.

"Do you understand me?" Bucky asked me sternly. I just let out a hum, but I guess that wasn't enough for him because his grip on my chin got more firm. "Words baby."

"Yes, Bucky," I whisper back to him. At this point, I wanted to climb into his lap and fuck him into oblivion. I needed him.

"Good girl." He was now looking at my lips as his thumb swiped across my bottom lip.

The sexual tension was out of control, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to control myself much longer.

He suddenly pulls me onto his lap, causing me to let out a yelp. I could feel his cock pushing against my pussy through my tights as I was sitting right on top of it. I knew he could feel the warmth of my pussy due to his cock stirring in his pants and his thighs slightly flexing as he pushed his hips against me to get more friction.

"Did I do this to you, Bucky?" I whisper in his ear as my breathing gets heavier. I feel his lips slowly ghosting down my neck.

"Fuck yes, Y/n." He lets out a breathy whisper, causing me to shiver. I feel his hands move down my back and stop on my ass.

He pushes me down farther as he grinds against me. I could feel my puss pulsing. I needed him right now. I've been craving him, and now that I have him, I'm not sure I can let go.

He kisses my neck softly as we both let out gentle low moans and dry hummed each other like teenagers.

"Bucky-shit—I need you in me right now, baby," I whined out to him as I threw my head back in euphoria.

"Yeah? "Are you going to be a fucking good girl for me?" He grunted as he left his hand up and quickly brought it down to spank my ass.

"Ye-oh, my god!"

"What was that doll?" He spanks my ass once more as he waits for my reply.

"Fuck, yes, Bucky!" I moan out loudly. "I'll be your good girl, only for you."

"Only for me?" Bucky whispers in my ear, causing me to push my pussy down on him more and to clench around nothing.

"Only you, Bucky." I say as I bite down harshly on my lip. He grabs the back of my neck and pushes down on my ass as he flips us over so I'm laying on my back on the sofa and he's sitting between my legs.

Bucky bunches my skirt up some more so that he has better access to my pussy. He then rips my thin tights and rips my underwear, which were apparently too flimsy.

"Bucky!" I let out a gasp, getting ready to scold him because he ripped my underwear, but I was quickly interrupted by my own moans as he brought his rough yet soft fingers down on my clit and slowly began to rub it in small, gentle circles.

"I'm sorry, baby, I needed to get to this pretty little pussy fast." Bucky says as he leans in for a rough kiss. All I could do was moan into his mouth.

However, he suddenly pulls away from the kiss and removes his fingers from my clit. I let out a small whine out of frustration.

"I'm sorry, baby, I know you're wet already, but I'm going to need to get you even more wet." He says this as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and spits onto the tips of his fingers. Bucky then rubs the spit-covered fingers onto my clit as I let out a loud sob of pleasure. I know I'm loud right now, but I couldn't help it.

"You like this, huh?" He looks up at me with his beautiful eyes as he keeps himself up with a metal arm. "You like it when I please you like this, darling?"

"Fuck, Buck. Yes more!" I let out a groan.

"I'll give you more doll, but can you take them?" He teased me as he continued to play with me. I whine again as I pull his head close to my chest.

"Who am I kidding? I know you can, my little whore, isn't that right?" All I could do was just nod my head. I couldn't even form words at this very moment.

He suddenly stops once again and says, "Bucky." I moan loudly, becoming more and more frustrated as he teases me. This time, he jumps off the couch and stands on top of me, unbuckling his pants.I could now see the outline of his thick, erect cock through his boxers.

Bucky then pulls down his boxers too. His cock springs out as it is released, causing me to gasp. Even though I had seen it before, touched it, sucked it, and had it in me, I was still shocked by his size. He chuckles at my reaction.

"Oh, baby, don't be shocked now. I know you can take it just like the other times, right?" He chuckles and lets out another beautiful moan as he begins to stroke it slowly. The way his arm flexed as his hand moved back and forth on his cock while his metal arm stroked his torso made me even more wet.

"Buck baby, please—I need you in me now," I beg him as my hands inch down to my pussy. The ache inside me only grew stronger and stronger, and I had to relieve it somehow.

"Fine, baby, since you've been good." Bucky says as he spits on his plump, pink lips.He climbs between my legs and pushes my legs open so that I am exposed to him. I could feel his thick, warm cock rub against my pussy. We both let out loud moans.

"You're getting me so wet already, baby, and I'm not even inside you yet." As he continues to thrust his tongue between my lips, he says. "Do you like it when I do this, hmm, doll?" Bucky looked at me before lifting his shirt and biting his lip at the lewd view. I decided to look down too and was met with the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

"Oh Bucky, look at us, baby." I breathe out. He moans in response and continues his thrust, but once he goes back, I decide to reach between us and guide his cock into me. We both let out loud, sharp gasps once he thrust in again. I felt myself stretch around his length.

"Holy fuck!" He moans as he slowly thrusts into and out of me.Bucky decides to lift both of my legs and push them up as his strokes begin to go faster.

"Oh my god, Bucky," I almost yelled out. "You feel so fucking good, so fucking deep inside me!" This only encouraged him to go even faster. I felt as though his balls slapped against my ass, causing a loud sound of our skin meeting together. He bent down and attacked my lips with his. Both of our tongues moved against each other as he let out a few grunts here and there in the kiss as I whimpered.

I sucked at his bottom lip, but he jerked back, looking down, and pulled up his sweatshirt, which had felt down his chiseled abs. His once perfectly slicked back hair was now unkempt. I had begun to feel my pussy clench down on him tighter as that familiar feeling that we both were chasing got closer. I was ready to release.

"Baby, I'm about to come!" I moan out as I throw my arms above my head, unsure of what to do with them at that moment.

"Yeah? You're going to cum for me, good girl?" He asked me teasingly.

"Yes-Fuck Bucky!" I moan and close my eyes, ready to release, but I guess Bucky had other plans because he pulled out of me before I could even complain.

This dirty motherfucker

"Hmm, I'm not so sure, dirty girl..." He lets out the sexiest laugh as he wraps his hand around the base of his cock. He pushes my legs up again with his metal arm and begins to flick the tip of his cock against my clitoral. I was becoming overwhelmed by the feeling.

"Bucky, what are you doing to me? Oh my god!" I moan. I reached around my thighs as I tried to get him to slow down his fast motions. He then pushed inside of me again, but this time he had gripped the back of my thighs as he roughly gripped me. I couldn't even breathe at this point—all of my senses were overwhelmed.

Bucky was concentrated as he thrust into me hard, never making a single sound as he looked deeply into my eyes. The loud clapping sounds could be heard throughout the whole apartment, most likely in the hallway too. The thought of someone hearing us only turned me on more.

I opened my mouth to let out a moan, but nothing came out. His thrust never slowed down, causing beads of sweat to begin to form and roll down the side of his face.

This was a different side of Bucky I had ever seen; there was almost something animalistic about him right now. That didn't frighten me though...I only wanted more.

His grip on my thighs tightened as he got closer to coming. "Are you going to cum for me, big boy? Hmm?" I moaned. He didn't respond to me, but he began to let out deep moans. His thrusts started to get sloppy as his orgasm got closer.

He lets go of my thighs and leans his body onto mine so he can kiss my neck. The sensation of his breath hitting my next, his cock repeatedly hitting my spot...I knew that I was going to cum. As he came inside me hard, he let out the loudest moan I've ever heard from him. This caused my orgasm to hit me like a truck.

"Oh my god, I'm fucking cumming Bucky," I moan as I pull him closer to me by his hair.

"You're cumming all over me, pretty girl." He moans into my ear. We were both cumming together at this point and loudly moaning. I feel his hot soup begin to fill me up. His body shook and hardened against mine as he reached his release. My pussy clenched even tighter around his cock.

"Do you like cumming around this cock as I feel you up?" Yeah?" He kissed my neck some more as he was coming down from his orgasm. I just whimpered and nodded my head as I was coming down from my orgasm too. I couldn't speak even if I tried. His hips were now slowly moving until he decided to stop and just lay on top of me.

We both sat there in silence for a little bit, as his cock was still in me. Bucky then finally decided to pull out, causing us both to gasp, and he looked down at my pussy as his cum slowly leaked out of me.

"Doll, look at you. My messy cum is leaking out of that beautiful pussy." He almost coos at me as his finger tips gently swipe the cum back inside me.

I decided to sit up and stare at the handsome man in front of me. I felt like I was glowing, like I could be whatever with Bucky.

He looks up at me as I stare at him, causing him to tilt his head like a lost puppy. "Are you okay, honey?" He asked me with a concerned look on his face.

"Of course I am Buck; I was just looking at how handsome you are." I smile at him sweetly wanting to do nothing more than sit there and cuddle with him on his comfy couch. His cheeks began to get red as he blushed and looked back at me with a shy look.

I made Bucky flustered. This causes my heart to flutter against my chest.

"Aww, thank you, honey. You look amazing right now too." Bucky tells me as he leans forward to kiss my head and pinches my cheek afterwards.

"Come on, let's go get in the shower and get some food after. Does that sound good to you?" He asked me as he climbed off the couch and reached for my hand.

"That sounds great, handsome." I grab his hand, and he begins to lead us to his bathroom.

[lacroixwh0r3]

From within the Shadows

Vengeance!Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Summary: Vengeance saves you after two intruders break into your place and you ask him to stay the night.

Warnings: SMUT!! Wet dream, somnophilia, fingering, grinding, oral (f receiving), violence, mentions of nightmares, nipple play, spit (that’s it I think)

A/N: I literally have no clue how to write a fight scene so I am so freaking sorry if it's bad, I swear I tried lmao. Also, this is very rushed ik!! But summer break starts next month then I have one summer class so I’ll be posting more. Enjoy luvs<33

Reader's POV

Tonight, Gotham is quieter than usual.

The usual sounds of screaming, gunshots, and police sirens were nowhere to be heard. Just the sound of the cars on the street going over the potholes filled with water and occasionally the sound of someone whistling for a taxi or people throwing away their trash.

Every night, I had a clear view of the bat signal, no matter where it was. On most nights, as soon as 11 pm hits, that signal was on; other nights we were lucky if the signal wasn't on until 12 am.

I do my nightly routine which consisted of showering, doing my skin care, and watching a crappy romance movie in my living room until I got tired. However, this night was different.

As I begin to finish my movie, I hear the sound of someone jiggling my door handle as if they expected it to open for them. Luckily, I locked the door, but this person was still trying their hardest to get in.

I pause the movie and silently ran to my kitchen to get the taser that sat in the junk drawer. I knew it wasn't going to protect me, but it would help me save some time to escape. I also knew that as much as I wanted to panic, it would not help in this situation.

At this point, they pushed against the door as hard as they can causing the door to budge slightly. When they realized that the door wasn't going to open with them pushing against it, they begin kicking it and pieces of wood began to fly as the door broke down. I begin to breathe heavily as I try to figure out a way to get out of here safely.

I decided that the safest place to go at the moment was my room inside my closet, so I sprint into my room and slam the door. As soon as I closed the door and locked it, the intruder successfully gets the door open. I hear the sound of the intruder stomping into my apartment as another person joins them. The intruder barks orders to the other person, telling them where to look. As soon as the man tells the other person to check the back rooms, my ears perk up. I adjust the taser in my hand, ready for that motherfucker to come back here.

I hear heavy feet make their way down the hallway that leads to the room I was hiding in. Suddenly, the loud sound of windows breaking cause the footsteps to stop. "Hey, look man we will leave with no problem," the intruder pleads. "Just let us go." I knew instantly who was here.

Gotham's hero, Vengeance.

Instantly, I hear grunts and punches being thrown which cause me to flinch. I can hear the sound of things being broken as Vengeance fights off the two intruders.

Someone gets hit with something hard, causing them to fall to the ground, but they quickly get back up and began to fight again.

Finally, the sound of police sirens can be heard. I let out a sigh of relief and decided to get out of the closet and look out the window. I see the red and blue lights of three cop cars. I hear the cops make their way to my apartment to collect the intruders. I decided that it was safe to come out of my hiding place.

As I open the door, the officers yell for me to walk out slowly with my hands up and I follow what they say. That's when I see a dark figure standing tall behind the officers. It was Vengeance just like I had though. I observe his suit before making eye contact with him. He just stares causing me to look away.

"Ma'am," A shorter officer with a thick mustache calls out, "Are you okay? Do you need an ambulance?" He asked me.

"No, I'm okay."

"Okay, we're just going to ask you a couple questions and we'll be on our way." I just nodded my head and wrap my arms around my body. I notice that Vengeance was still standing in the room looking at me. I just avoid eye contact as much as possible while they asked me questions.

After forty long minutes, the police finally leave, which left me and Vengeance alone in silence. I decided to speak up first.

“Thank you so much for helping me,” I say as I look up at the mysterious man as his eyes look over my face. Almost as if he was searching for any injuries. He stayed silent, not muttering a single word, just watching me. “I’m pretty sure I would be dead if you weren’t here.” 

For a moment, there was an awkward silence between us. I awkwardly look around the trashed room as I try to avoid his intense gaze as I rub my arm with my other hand. This is going to be a damn pain to clean up later.

”Can you stop looking at me like that?” I asked him, feeling slightly annoyed and uncomfortable. I look up at him again and frown my eyebrows. “It’s rude not to speak and just stare, you know?” 

He then turns around to make his way to the front door and begins to reach for the handle. Not before turning his head slightly and saying, “You should find somewhere else to go tonight, it’s not safe here for you tonight.” He then twists the handle and pulls the door open. 

“But I have nowhere to go,” I called out to him, slightly stepping forward to grab out for him.”I have no friends or family to go to, can you please stay?” I pleaded out to him.

“I can’t,” Vengeance says firmly. “Please?” I beg him again. “I’ll let you stay in the extra room if you shower and take off your suit if you want.” He lets out a slight sigh and closes the front door. 

“Thank you,” relieved that he even agreed, I let out a sigh of relief. He just nods his head slightly and just stands there. Weird, but I’m not gonna question him because he literally saved my life. “Let me go get that stuff for you.” I headed to the closet that was in the hallway and got his toiletries and clothes that I knew could probably fit him. What can I say, I like to shop in the men’s section sometimes.

He was still standing in the middle of the room, just watching me. “Here you go.” I handed him his things, causing our hands to touch as he grabbed them from my hand. “The clothes are mine I swear” I laugh shortly before I realize he didn’t even crack a smile at my joke. 

Once again, we stand in front of each other just staring. I looked over his half-masked face, wondering what his face looked like under the black mask. 

Reluctantly, I lift my hand to touch his mask, feeling the smooth matte surface. His eyes look over my face curiously as I then move my hand down to touch the unmasked half of his face. I feel the slight stubble on his face, he obviously hasn’t shaved recently. My fingers make their way to his lips, feeling his soft, pink lips. “You are probably so handsome without the mask, Vengeance,” I whispered to him and he continued to say nothing again. 

I finally snap out of it. “I am so sorry, I don’t know why I did that.” I pull my hands away from his face quickly and slap them over my eyes. “I promise I don’t usually do that,” I say to him, panicking that he might decide to leave. 

I backed away from him and found a seat near the now broken table, which was where I would eat. “Just- just don’t leave, okay?” Trying to get him to agree to stay. 

“I’m not leaving,” He mutters as he makes his way to me slowly. Due to the fact that I was sitting and he was standing, I had to lean my head up as he stood in front of me. 

As he looks down at me, he grips my chin with his gloved hand, slightly pulling me forward so my face is close to his torso. Oh fuck me, he looked so damn good from this angle. He cocked his head to the side as he observed my face for the thousandth time tonight, using his thumb to play at my lips. I parted my lips and began to feel that wonderful, familiar feeling of being turned on. Vengeance then sticks his thumb into my mouth and I let him. 

The bat symbol sat proudly on his chest as his breathing got faster as I sucked his finger. If he was hard, I knew that he was probably uncomfortable in that suit. 

After a few more seconds of that, he pulls away quickly and I see the spit that sat on his thumb. “Bathroom?” He asked me, being very short with me as usual, and not even looking at me anymore. Ouch. 

“Oh yeah, sorry. Follow me.” I get up from my seat and walk in the direction of the bathroom, making sure to avoid the mess along the way. “Here you are” I quickly looked up at him before looking away again.

“Let me know if you need anything.” I walked away to my room and sat at the edge of the bed then threw myself back and closed my eyes.

Today has been the worst day, I’m not even sure how I’m gonna replace any of this. I literally have no money. I mean I do, but I’ve been saving up so I can get the fuck out of Gotham and I will not let anything get in the way of that. 

After 20 minutes, the unnamed man gets out of the shower. He walks into the extra bedroom and I hear him shuffle around for a little. Oh shit, let me get him a blanket. 

I get the blanket and walk in the direction of the room. I wasn’t sure if I should go in or not so I dropped the blanket on the floor and quickly knocked on the door. “Um- Vengeance?” I called out. “I left a blanket for you if you need it.” Of course, he didn't reply so I walked away to my room and got back in bed. 

Once I get in the bed I hear the sound of the door opening and closing. I’m guessing he grabbed the blanket. I roll my eyes and sigh. I close my eyes and attempt to sleep.  

Two hours into sleeping, I jumped out of my sleep from a nightmare, my heart beating loudly. The nightmare was the same event that happened tonight, the only difference was Vengeance wasn’t there to save me. 

I began to panic and cry as I tried to stay calm, but nothing was working. I haven’t felt this scared in a while and I knew I wasn’t gonna be able to sleep, so I decided to do the unthinkable. 

I get out of my bed and make my way to the room he was in. I stood outside of the door, deciding if I should really ask if I could sleep with him, but I needed someone near me right now. I raise my hand to knock on the door but quickly drop it. Fuck it. I knocked on the door and waited for an answer. Surprise surprise, no response. 

I decided that I was just gonna go into the room, he must be sleeping, right? 

I enter the pitch-black room. “Vengeance?” I whisper into the darkness. Nothing.

“Vengeance?” I say a little louder, feeling like a child ready to tell her parents she threw up. 

He lets out a loud sign, “what?” he asked me a little rudely. 

I’m not even gonna say anything. 

“I know this is really dumb, but do you mind if I sleep with you?” I asked him nervously.

“No.” He tells me instantly. 

“Please,” I begged again, slightly pouting even though I knew he couldn’t see me in the darkroom. “I had a nightmare and now I can’t sleep.”He sighs once more before I hear him shuffle on the bed. 

“I promise I’ll keep my distance,” I reassure him.  

“Whatever,” Vengeance says. I slowly make my way into the room, close the door behind myself, and make my way to the bed.

“How can you sleep in the dark?” I asked him. I was scared of the dark and always made sure I had small nightlights around the house, so I wasn’t really sure why there wasn’t one in this room.

I turn back to the door so I could go get a nightlight. “Would you like me to-” Before I could even fully ask my question, he interrupts me. 

“Don’t.” He stated firmly. I stopped immediately after he says this, not wanting to make him upset.

“Fine, I’m sorry for asking,” I say back feeling kind of offended by his rudeness. I walk to the full-size bed where the man was laying. There wasn’t a lot of space on it, but it will do for a couple of hours. 

I lift the blanket up and lay down on the edge of the bed, creating a little space between us on the slightly small bed so that Vengeance and I were not as close. The room was filled with cold air and the thin blanket barely warmed me up so I grab a pillow from behind my head and pull it close to my body to try to gain some sort of warmth. I even rub my legs together, however, nothing was working. 

I guess he realized that I was cold because I hear Vengeance scoot closer to me. I hold my breath wondering what he was going to do. He puts his heavy arm around my waist, put his large palm against my stomach, and pulls me close to his warm body. With the thin shirt he had on, I could feel his toned body on my back. The way he was touching me right now, I wanted his hands to move down farther…

“Relax and breath.” He mumbles out in my ear. I just nodded my head, trying not to make a fool of myself. I didn’t even realize the fact that I wasn’t breathing until he said something. I let out a staggered breath and close my eyes, attempting to go to sleep. 

Moments later, my mind finally shuts off, and sleep consumes me. 

Bruce’s POV

I’m not sure why I agreed to let her sleep with me. I’m not even sure why I decided to put my arm around her, but she was cold and obviously was struggling to sleep. I just wanted to make her feel comfortable. The feeling of her soft body against mine made me hold her tighter, wanting her to get as close as possible and inhale her beautiful scent. 

I could hear her soft breathing and feel her tense body relax meaning she finally went to sleep, but now I couldn’t sleep. I had to make sure she was going to be okay before the sun came up. Occasionally, she would let out a loud sigh and push her body into mine. 

As much as I seemed like I hated this, I didn’t. I just needed to keep my distance.

Suddenly, she flips her body around so she was now facing me. She wraps her legs around my waist and hugs me against her body. I could feel the heat from between her legs on the lower part of my stomach. I wrap my arm around her and rub her back softly causing her to let out a sigh of contentment and rubbed her face into my body. 

We lay in that position for the next couple of minutes, that was until she began to slowly grind her hips against mine causing her to let out soft little moans. My cock slowly began to harden as she begins to press harder and her moans got louder. 

This is so fucking wrong, but she felt so good. 

I grunt out as I feel myself almost cum from her movements like a teenage boy, but instead, I frantically wake her up. “You have to wake up,” I force out as she continues grinding her hips. She still doesn’t stop. “Wake up,” I say firmly this time and loud. 

The woman jumps out of her sleep and falls on the floor causing a loud thump. “Shit…” she curses out as she sits on the floor. 

“Are you okay?” I asked her. 

“Yes,” she groans out. “Why did you wake me up? You asshole,” she asks me as she gets off the floor and just stands over the bed. Hard fall I guess. 

I try to hold back my laugh, but end up smirking because I knew she couldn’t see me. “Maybe because you were grinding on me in your sleep.” She lets out a loud gasp as I admitted why I woke her. 

“I am so sorry, I should really go back to my bed.” I hear her begin to walk to the door. 

“It’s fine, you can come back to the bed,” I tell her, not wanting her to leave either. She gets back in the bed and I go back to the other side to keep a safe distance between us. 

“Thanks,” She says awkwardly as she settles back on the bed. There was once again an awkward silence that filled the air around us. I start to think back to the way she grinds her pussy against my cock. The thought of feeling her wet cunt wrapped around my hard cock as I pound into her hard fills my head, only making my cock harder. I wanted her to scream out my name; however, that would require me to expose myself to her and I don’t plan on doing that.  

The way she rubbed my face earlier made me want to take her right there on the floor. It took everything in me not to. 

My hands were itching to touch her, but I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. 

“Um, Vengeance?” Her voice was shaky as she called out to me. I just keep quiet not wanting to talk right now. 

When she realized I wasn’t going to answer her, she huffs loudly and flipped on her side so that her back was facing me. “Did I make you uncomfortable? If so, I’m sorry.” Her apology sounded sincere, but the thing is, I wasn’t uncomfortable. 

I just let out a short chuckle.“You think I was uncomfortable?” I mutter out as I look over at her silhouette. Rather than thinking with my head, I decided to let my dick take control. I pull her close to me, allowing her to feel my erection. She lets out a gasp and backs into me more without realizing it. 

“Do you feel what you did to me? All you did was rub that sweet little pussy on me and now I’m hard,” I taunt in her ear as I rub my cock on her ass. “I bet you’re so wet for me right now, huh?” She nodded her head as she turned her to look over her shoulder. I knew she couldn’t see me due to the dark, but I was still afraid she would catch a glimpse of my face somehow. 

“Please Vengeance, I need you so bad baby.” She begged me. I decided to toy with her after hearing how needy she was. 

I bring my face close to her face and nip at her lips. “How about you tell me what you were dreaming about and maybe I’ll give you what you want? Sound fair?” She furiously nodded her head, eager for me to touch her. “Go on then.” I direct her. 

“Um-well, I had a dream you were eating me out…” She confessed as she sounded embarrassed. 

“Tell me more,” I pushed for more. 

“You-” she interrupted herself as she took a deep breath as she took a minute to gather herself. “You dragged me to the edge of the bed while you ate my pussy,” Her hips twitch into mine as she recalls the dream. 

“God, it felt so fucking real. So fucking good.” She moaned out as her legs tremble as she stretches them. 

Reader's POV

Vengeance suddenly ripped his body off mine as he scooted himself to the foot of the bed and stood tall in front of me. I let out a loud yelp as he yanked me by my ankles causing my shirt to rise. “Dude, what the hell are you doing?” I asked him a little confused why he just yanked me as I try to bring my shirt back down frantically. However, he makes no effort to answer me. 

Instead, he just asks me, “Do you mind if I take off your shorts?” A little shocked by his question, I just nodded my head, but I knew he couldn’t see me due to the pitch-black room. 

I let out a breathy, “yeah.” He then ripped off my thin shorts along with my underwear causing me to get closer to the edge of the bed as my pussy was just exposed out in the open. I quickly clamp my legs shut. He gets down on his knees at the end of the bed and I knew exactly where this was heading. Vengeance grips my knees and pulls my legs apart. 

“You better not hide from me again,” He tells me. Aggressive much. 

He brings his cold fingertips to my opening as he slowly teases it. I flinch from the sudden coldness of his finger, but he quickly grips onto my thighs with his other hand so he can hold me still. “Don’t fucking move,” he warns me sternly as he goes back to playing with my pussy. He gathers my wetness and begins to rub my clit with it slowly. I let out a moan but quickly slapped my hand over my mouth as my eyes roll to the back of my head. 

Vengeance suddenly stops rubbing my clit and slapped the inside of my thigh. “Ouch, what was that for?” I whine out. 

“I want to hear you moan,” he says lowly as he goes back to what he was doing. His fingers toy with my clit and tease me. I moan and left my hips up to gain some more friction, but he just pulls his fingers back more. 

“Please, Vengeance. I want more.” I beg him, but he continued on with his teasing. That was until he grabbed a hold of the back of my knees and brought his face close to my pussy. At this point, I don’t think I could even breathe properly. The coolness on my pussy causes goosebumps to spread around my body as he breathed close to my pussy. 

“How bad do you want it?” He grunts out as his grip on the back of my knees tightens even more. My pussy throbbed even more from his words. 

“So bad, I fucking need you,” I say desperately again. 

I suddenly feel his wet warm tongue attack my pussy as he starts from my hole and wraps his lips around my clit once he makes his way up. I jolt up and let out a squeak as I try to close my legs, but he keeps them open as he keeps flicking his tongue around the pearl. For a quick second, he stops and murmurs against me, “what did I tell you?”, and goes back to pleasuring me. 

I just moan out loudly in response, allowing my hands to travel up my torso as I tease myself and raise my shirt over my breast to play with my nipples as he continued to make me feel the most overwhelming pleasure I’ve ever felt. “Fuck,” I moan out loudly and that encouraged him to go faster with his tongue. 

Vengeance lets go of one of my legs and bring his fingers to my hole once again, but this time he slips his middle and ring finger into me with ease due to my wetness. I gasp loudly and lift my torso off the bed. “Relax yourself,” he orders me in a low tone, so low I could barely hear him. “Sorry,” I whine out. 

He pauses his movement for a little inside of me, I’m assuming he’s trying to let me adjust to them. After about a minute, he slowly works them in and out of me causing my slick to collect at his knuckles and make wet sounds that could be heard throughout the room. I moan as he curls his fingers inside of me and brushes his fingertips against the spongy area. 

“Does this make you feel good?” He asks me. I just nodded my head as my mouth was wide open, unable to utter a word or let out the moans that collected in my throat. “I want to hear you,” He tells me. 

“It makes me feel so good,” I breathe out as drool runs out on the side of my mouth. 

“Good girl.” Vengeance says and this almost caused me to cum immediately. He brings his mouth back down to my cunt and sucks on my clit as he continues to finger me. He also uses his thumb on my clit to help bring me to my orgasm faster. “Are you going to cum, good girl? You feel so tight around my fingers.”  

I frantically nodded my head. “I’m going to cum,” I let out and gasp as I feel my orgasm creep up on me in my stomach. One hand flies to my breast and I play with my sensitive nipples, while the other grabbed onto the mystery man's soft hair as I pushed him closer to my pussy. “This feels so fucking good, baby boy.” He began to suck on my clit more and the motion of his fingers go faster. This set me off. 

“Vengeace!” I say as I cum. I hold onto his hair to hold him still and lightly grind against his face. I feel his very light stubble that I didn’t even realize was there. I also feel the heavenly sensation of his pointy nose occasionally hitting my clit as he licks around. “Fuck, I’m cumming.” My mind goes blank, I stop breathing, and I let out the loudest moans. 

Finally, after my orgasm begins to wind down, he comes to a stop and lets go of my leg, allowing me to catch my breath and calm down. Before letting my legs go, he places soft kisses from my core to mid-thigh. “That was so good,” I say as I pull my shirt down and cover my eyes using my forearm. My body still quivered as I try to relax. 

He gets off of his knees and gets back on the bed. Vengeance pulls my body off the edge of the bed and pulls me into his chest. I feel his hard cock against my thigh causing me to look up at him even though I couldn’t see his face. I bring my hand to the back of his head to bring his head close to mine. “Do you want me to help you with that baby?” I ask him seductively. I lick the side of his parted lips, tasting myself on them. Straddling his waist, I grind on him causing him to let out a low moan, but he grips my waist to stop my movements. 

“No,” He whispers. “You need to get some rest, today has been a long day.” He tells me sternly and I let out a huff. 

“But I want to help you,” I whine out as I try to continue grinding on him. 

He grunts again and lefts his hips up to get more friction, but then drops them moments after. “I’m serious, go to bed. I know you’re tired.” He tells me as he pecks my lips and pushes me off of him. He cuddles me from behind again, wrapping his arms around my waist and I put mine over his. 

I begin to think about the fact that I never seen his face this whole time, yet I wanted more of him. Something about his dark and mysterious presence made me want him more. 

“Will you stay in the morning?” I ask him, but he does not respond to me. That instantly made my heart hurt but I should’ve known it was going to be like this. I mean, he wouldn’t even let me see his face for christ's sake. 

“Good night, Vengeance.” I just sigh and go to sleep before he can reply.

[lacroixwh0r3]

So sorry for the lack of content… I promise I didn’t forget about y’all!! I’m currently moving, school is kicking my ass, I’ve been worrying about this internship I applied for last month but it’s still under review, and then my phone got ran over today LMFAO

Anyway, I hope to see you babies soon and new Batman smut coming hehe☺️ 🤍

[lacroixwh0r3]

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My Love

TASM!Peter Parker x F!Reader

Summary: You decide to surprise your best friend Peter after not seeing him for a month and that's when you found out his big secret he's been hiding from you for months.

Warnings: SMUT!!!, dom and sub Peter, blowjob, riding (cowgirl), trying to stay quiet, Gwen brought up (like once), Peter crying, hair pulling, ass slapping, dirty talk, nipple sucking, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, and aftercare

"Hey, Aunt May!"

"Hi, Y/N. It's so great to see you, it's been so long!" Aunt May says as she swings the hand towel in the air to stop the loud smoke alarm.

"Yeah, it's great to see you too..." I say back awkwardly as I watch her frantically waving her arm. I should really help her. "How about I fix this and you go get the food, yeah?" I offered her. Aunt May gives me a thank you and goes to get the food out of the oven only to find that it was completely black. I couldn't even tell what she was trying to make.

At this point, Aunt May looked tired and frustratedly rubbed her hands over her face, "How about I order a pizza for dinner and you wait for Peter in his room?"

"Let me know if you need help with anything," I said to her before making my way to Peter's room. Only to open it and find an empty room with boxes and Peter's bed. This was the most I had ever seen it clean. Normally he had weird things placed on his walls that I always questioned him about; however, I never got a clear answer from him. I'll have to

I kick off my shoes and lay down in his comfortable bed. How come he has the most comfortable bed, but still never gets any sleep?

After a moment, I rest my eyes until I hear a knock on the door. I thought Aunt May would get it, but when I looked out of the bedroom door, I saw she was peacefully sleeping on the couch. I quietly run to the door, hoping it was Peter. Instead, it was the delivery man who looked really mad. "Your total is $25.50." the man mumbled. I go in my back pocket and pull out a $50 bill and grab the pizza.

"Next time, you should really answer the door after-" I just closed the door on him before he could finish his sentence. I walked into the kitchen and sat the pizza down on the countertop.

After eating a slice or two in silence by myself, I make my way back to Peter's room, not before stopping to put the blanket over Aunt May. I flick off the light, lay back in the bed, and fell asleep.

Suddenly, something heavy falls onto the floor and a loud whisper of curse words from within the room wakes me out of my sleep. My heart instantly began to thump against my chest in fear. The figure groaned pretty loud and began to limp towards the bed with its hand rubbing its head. I quietly scooted to the corner of the bed as the figure got closer and put its arms out as if it was looking for something. As the figure's arms got near me, I put my hand over my mouth and silently prayed that I was not going to die tonight. That's when the figure quickly grabbed my forearm, causing me to scream to the top of my lungs. Hoping that Aunt May would probably wake up and save me, she didn't. This is how it ends, huh?

I began to kick my feet and used my nails to scratch its hand. "What the fuck?" the figure groaned. "You sure do know how to kick." Wait, the voice from the figure sounded very familiar to me.

"Peter?" I asked getting off of the bed.

"Uh yeah?" He walked over to the light switch and flicked it on. There he was, the Peter Parker. "Oh thank god it was you, I thought I was going to die." I let out a laugh in relief and Peter awkwardly laughed too. He seemed nervous about something as he frantically looked around the room, looking for something obviously.

I take one good look at him and that's when it hit me. Peter fucking Parker, my friend that I've known since middle school, is wearing the Spider-man suit. "No-" I look at him in his eyes with my jaw dropped. My head was spinning at this point.

"I know this seems really bad and it is, but you have to promise me that you will not tell anyone. Not even Aunt May." He reached his arms out and got close to me, but I stepped back as much as I could.

"Please Y/N, you have to promise me." Peter Parker begged with a desperate look on his face. "I'll explain but you have to promise not to say a word to anyone, okay?" I nodded my head, still a little shocked to find that my friend was Spider-man. I then remembered the number of times I told him that Spider-man was hot and he would just laugh at me. He knows.

"Fine, I'll keep my mouth closed, but I wanna know why you never thought to tell me?" I asked him, now getting a little upset that my own best friend would hide this from me. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows with my head cocked to the right as he looked at me with frowned eyebrows. "Look Y/N, it's not that easy to just say "I'm Spider-man"" Peter explained frustrated, and threw his hands in the air.

"I get that Peter, but you could've just at least tried to tell me...I'm your best friend. I don't know!" I spit back at him.

"Why? So you could end up like Gwen too?" He said back angry too as he got close to me. I didn't know Gwen well enough, but jeez that hurt me.

Peter let out a sigh and dropped his head, "What I mean is, I don't want you to end up dead because of this. I'd rather keep you alive and lose you from not telling you." He got down on his knees and grabbed my hands, stroking them with his thumbs. "I've lost so many people over these past years, I can't lose you too." Peter closed his eyes and began to softly cry and this made my heart melt.

I grab Peter's chin and wipe his tears using my thumb. "Peter, please look at me," I asked he looked at me with his brown eyes. I'm just now realizing the cuts that were scattered on his face. I'm assuming they were from fighting.

"I'm sorry for pushing it. I was just a little upset that you didn't tell me, but I get it." I say to him gently as I begin moving his overgrowing hair from his forehead. "But I also don't want anything bad to happen to you, Pete."

He pulls my hands so that I sit down on the bed and for a while, we sat in silence just looking at each other wondering what to say next. "I’ll explain everything to you soon, but for now, no more secrets, I promise," Peter says breaking the silence and putting out his pinky so we could pinky promise each other. I giggle at the silly gesture, but still intertwined our pinkies together and kissed it. Then he kisses his end. For a moment I see his eyes sparkle with adoration, causing my stomach to fill with butterflies.

I decided to give his slightly pink cheeks a quick peck. "You know I love you, right?" I told him in the spur of the moment. Peter let out a light chuckled. "Yeah I do, you've told me millions of times remember?"

My face warms up and I couldn't help but cringe. "Oh god, Peter! If I knew you were Spider-man before I definitely wouldn't have said all those things." I groaned and playfully punched his arm.

"No, I actually liked it. like a lot." He confessed as he admired my face. I couldn't look at him, especially right now or else I might do something I might regret.

"Haha no, you don't" I argue back jokingly and rolled my eyes. "You don't have to lie to soften the blow, Peter Parker."

"Who said it was a lie, Y/N?" I snapped my head back to him and saw his lust-filled eyes. "Ever since I met you, you're all I think about." Peter picks up my hand and places soft kisses on the fingertips of each of my fingers while holding eye contact. Goosebumps begin to spread all over my body. I'm speechless by my friend's confession.

"Funny you say that Parker because you're all I think about too," I grabbed his hands and kissed his palm. Peter's eyes dropped down to my lips and he just smiled. That's when he pulled me off the bed and onto his lap. Still, in awe of his suit, I run my fingers over it and feel the unique fabric on his arms. "I especially think of you at night when I'm alone..." I whispered in his ear as I lightly move my hips over his.

"Yeah?" He asked me as he gripped my thighs so he could get more friction. I nodded my head.

"When I touch myself, I crave you," I whisper in his ear again and run my fingers through his hair. Giving it a light tug caused him to let out a soft moan. "Oh, you liked that? Hmm, baby boy?" He nodded his head. That's when I feel his cock start to harden, this only encouraged me to keep going more.

Peter's hands moved from my thighs, up to my back, and to the back of my neck so we were both facing each other. Our noses rubbed together and our lips ghost over each other. I nip his bottom lip quickly and move my head back, but the grip he had on my neck allowed him to capture my lips instantly. I could taste the faint taste of mint chapstick on his lips once our lips met. Peter kissed me with so much aggression, it turned me on.

After a while, I pushed his shoulder so that he could lay on the cold wooden floor. He lays there, breathing hard from our kiss just looking at me and biting his lip. Still sitting on his hard bulge, I leaned into his body and moved my hips in circles over the spandex suit. "Fuck baby, please keep going" He begged me. I continue my movements deciding to go a little faster this time.

"Do you want me, Peter?" I asked him in his ear even though I already knew the answer.

"Yes, baby. I want you so bad." I heard him moan into my ear. "So fucking bad," Peter said once more and lifted his hips to reach his release faster. I decided I was going to fuck with him so I lift my hips and go up and down slowly as if I was riding him.

"Like this honey?" I teased him and let out a dramatic moan to get him all worked up, however, still being mindful that Aunt May could walk in at any moment if she woke up. "Do you want me to ride you like this? Nice and slow?"

He frantically nodded his head. "Please, I need you, Y/N." He whined out. I should maybe stop teasing him, but it so damn fun.

I roll off his body and directed him to take off the tight suit. After doing so, he was left in his boxers and show his large erection pushed against the fabric. I got off the floor and pushed my body into his, causing him to wrap his arm around my waste. I look up at the tall, slender boy and pull his face close to mine.

"Look at you," I grab at his cock through his boxers and squeezed it a little. "Is this all for me?" I asked him. He curses under his breath as his grip on my waste gets tighter.

"Answer me, Spider-man." I let out in a demanding tone.

"Yes, Y/N"

"Good boy," I began lower myself onto my knees and pull down Peter's boxers. His hard cock now standing freely after being released. I wrap my hand around it and look up at him in awe. I stare into Peter's eyes and stroke his cock. His stomach quivers and his knees buckle a little as he tries to maintain his balance. "Fuck- what are you doing to me, Y/N?" he threw his head back in pure pleasure as I bring my mouth closer to his dick.

"What Spider-man? You can't take it?" I teased him again. "I haven't even put you in my mouth and you're already moaning like a little bitch." I then lick his shaft, feeling the thick veins, causing him to let out a hiss.

After teasing him for a little, I began to suck his cock, staring up at him to see the look on his face. Most of the time his eyes were closed as he bit down on his finger trying to keep quiet, but occasionally he would look at me when I would deepthroat him. "Look at you with your mouth full, you like having my cock in your mouth while on your knees?" He says to me as I bob my head, allowing the spit to run out of my mouth and onto my chin.

I hum in response, causing him to push his hips forward and let out the sexiest groan. I began to gag and pull my head back to cough a little, I wanted more though. "I want you to fuck my face baby," I tell him. "And don't be gentle Peter. I'm serious." I tell him with a straight face as I open my mouth wide, ready for him to fulfill my need.

Peter grabs the base of his cock and lifts my head up, that's when he begins to stuff his cock into my mouth and thrust. I hold onto the back of his thighs so I wouldn't fall and hollowed out my cheeks. My eyes well up with tears as I keep myself in place. All I hear right now is the sounds of his muffled moans as he tries to keep quiet and my gagging every so often.

"Oh, baby," Peter stops his thrusting and holds my head still by fisting my hair. He backs up into the bed and sits down on it while pulling me by my hair. Once he's settled on the bed, leaning on his back while he rested on one of his arms. His messy hair sticking to his sweat-covered forehead, his beautiful cock standing tall, and his abs glistening in sweat, I wanted to do nothing more than hop onto his cock and ride him all night. His eyes were clouded with lust as he brought my head down to his cock again and guides my head up and down on it slowly.

I dig my nails into his thighs and scratch his leg, this makes him thrust into my mouth and instantly cum. "I'm coming." He repeats a few times quickly and shut his eyes. His moans come to an abrupt stop as he holds his breath, he holds me on him for less than 30 seconds before allowing me to breath again, he lets out a loud sign and falls onto the bed. I taste the cum as some of it comes back, but I still swallow it down as I lay my head down on his bare thigh and watch as he tries to regain himself. Peter's cock was still hard though, not once did it go down even after his orgasm.

After some time he lifts his head off the bed and says, "Wow." It was my turn now. I needed to have his cock in me. So, I got off my knees and stripped from my clothes as Peter watched me while stroking his cock slowly. I stand there for a minute in a trance before he orders me to come to him. I straddle his waist as his cock nudges at my pussy, causing my wetness to spread on the head of his cock, and we both hiss. "Peter, fuck- I'm so wet for you," I whine out pretty loudly as I grind against him with my hand's touch over him.

He pulls me into his chest and whispers into my ear, "Shhh baby, I know," as he rubbed my back sensually and moans softly into my ear. "I know," he says again as he lifts my hips up and guides his cock into me. I gasp loudly as I sink down on his cock, feeling his large member strain inside me as I clench around him.

"Fuck, Peter..." I moan as I move on his cock slowly, planting my knees into the bed to gain some steadiness. My nipples rub against his chest as I move against him. I put my head between Peter's head and his shoulder and bite down on his collar bone. Our body heat warmed both of us up making us both sweat, I could feel it drop off my close and onto Peter's body.

"Keep ridding baby," He says as he guides my waist up and down his cock as he stuffs down his moans. This made me ride him faster as I continued to suckle and bite on his neck more. "Pete-you're making me feel so good-shit."

I lift off of his chest as I still ride him, making sure to keep eye contact with him, his face was redder than an apple at this point and his lips were red and swollen from constantly biting them. The feeling of his balls hitting against my ass made my nipples harden and chills run up my naked back. "Your cock is so fucking big, don't fucking stop." I moan as I played with my nipples to intensify the pleasure as I was riding. Peter suddenly slaps my ass hard with his big hands, I let out a loud shriek. He does it a few more times once he noticed that it made me ride his cock faster.

"Aww, you fucking like getting your ass slapped don't you, good girl?" He then grips my ass causing me to fall back into him, but luckily I caught myself before my face could hit the bed. Peter props his legs up on the bed and starts thrusting into me. Fast and hard. The room was silent, however, the loud sounds of skin slapping against each other at a fast pace could be heard all throughout the room. I look down at Peter as his face dripped with sweat and he bit his lips to focus on his pace. He looked so fucking sexy doing this, focusing on my pleasure rather than his own. I don't even think I was breathing throughout the whole duration of that, the overwhelming pleasure made me not think of anything, but the fact that Peter was fucking me so good.

At this point, I was clawing at his arm as I began to come. "Peter, oh my god keep fucking my pussy. Just like that," I instructed the boy. He only grunts in response but I didn't care. "I'm coming baby," I announced and that's when the most earth-shattering orgasm hit me. "Oh. My. God." It was like everything became clear to me. My body shuttered as he held onto my body as I came hard, slightly slowing down his fast thrust, but I knew he wasn't even near close to coming.

Peter suddenly stopped his thrusting and brought us closer to the side of the bed that was close to the wall and propped himself against it. He was now at eye level with my tits with his dick still deep inside me. He looks at them, licks his lips, and then looked up at my face as if he was asking for permission. I knew instantly what he was planning on doing. "Go ahead Parker," I tell him as I playfully roll my eyes and he attaches his mouth onto my nipple. He begins his thrust again as he sucked and played with my nipple in his mouth. "Ooh, Pete," I moan as I run my hands through his hair and pull him closer to my chest.

This continues on some more until I began to come again. Peter lets go of my nipple and looked up at my face with his brown eyes. "Are you coming again, darling?" He asked me as he smirks. I nodded my head, unable to form a sentence currently. "That's it good girl, come all over my cock." Peter orders me. That set me off. I began to shake violently as I come all over him, moaning loudly. My pussy tightens over his thick cock, this sets him off. He was now groaning loudly into my chest as he came inside of me and I pulled him into me as much as I could. He gripped my back with his strong arms and kept me in place as his cock pushed his cum deeper inside me.

We both settle down and Peter lays us both on the bed. He then pulls out of me causing the cum to fall between my thighs. "Fuck, look at you, Y/N." He looks at me with the most adorable yet sexy look on his face. Peter gets up to get something to clean up with, but I pull his arm so he could lay back in the bed. "I have to get you cleaned up baby. I'll be right back, okay?" he taps my leg as he gets up once more causing me to pout my lips.

A minute later, he comes back in sleep pants with a damp washcloth, one of his shirts, and grabbed the unopen bottle of water off his desk. He sits down on the bed next to me and dropped the water and shirt on the bed. "Open your legs baby," He instructed me. I do just that and he begins to wipe me down. "Good girl," Peter says as he finished cleaning me. He put the shirt over my body and just stares at me.

"Thank you for that Y/N," he says as he strokes my hair and plants a tender kiss on my forehead and lips. I grab his wrist and place a kiss on his hand. "No, thank you, baby boy," I say to him. I smile at him and then ruffle his messy hair.

"Now, can you explain what's with the boxes and the whole Spider-man thing?" I asked him. He lets out a breathy chuckle before responding. "Sure and I'm moving out soon. Did Aunt May not tell you?"

"Oh." I was now a little short because my best friend- actually I'm not sure what we were right now, but anyway I was still sad he was moving away. I guess he noticed my sadness because he quickly reassured me that he will still be living in New York, just not at Aunt May's place.

"Oh thank god, I need you, Pete," I tell him truthfully, relieved that he'll still be here.

"I need you too, my love," He sighs out as he pulled me into his chest to give me a tight hug around my neck.

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A/N: Waitttt, this might be my favorite thing I've written so far TEEHEE. Anyway, thanks for the love! Ofc remember to like, reblog, comment, and whatever else. <33

[lacroixwh0r3]

My Love

TASM!Peter Parker x F!Reader

Summary: You decide to surprise your best friend Peter after not seeing him for a month and that's when you found out his big secret he's been hiding from you for months.

Warnings: SMUT!!!, dom and sub Peter, blowjob, riding (cowgirl), trying to stay quiet, Gwen brought up (like once), Peter crying, hair pulling, ass slapping, dirty talk, nipple sucking, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, and aftercare

"Hey, Aunt May!"

"Hi, Y/N. It's so great to see you, it's been so long!" Aunt May says as she swings the hand towel in the air to stop the loud smoke alarm.

"Yeah, it's great to see you too..." I say back awkwardly as I watch her frantically waving her arm. I should really help her. "How about I fix this and you go get the food, yeah?" I offered her. Aunt May gives me a thank you and goes to get the food out of the oven only to find that it was completely black. I couldn't even tell what she was trying to make.

At this point, Aunt May looked tired and frustratedly rubbed her hands over her face, "How about I order a pizza for dinner and you wait for Peter in his room?"

"Let me know if you need help with anything," I said to her before making my way to Peter's room. Only to open it and find an empty room with boxes and Peter's bed. This was the most I had ever seen it clean. Normally he had weird things placed on his walls that I always questioned him about; however, I never got a clear answer from him. I'll have to

I kick off my shoes and lay down in his comfortable bed. How come he has the most comfortable bed, but still never gets any sleep?

After a moment, I rest my eyes until I hear a knock on the door. I thought Aunt May would get it, but when I looked out of the bedroom door, I saw she was peacefully sleeping on the couch. I quietly run to the door, hoping it was Peter. Instead, it was the delivery man who looked really mad. "Your total is $25.50." the man mumbled. I go in my back pocket and pull out a $50 bill and grab the pizza.

"Next time, you should really answer the door after-" I just closed the door on him before he could finish his sentence. I walked into the kitchen and sat the pizza down on the countertop.

After eating a slice or two in silence by myself, I make my way back to Peter's room, not before stopping to put the blanket over Aunt May. I flick off the light, lay back in the bed, and fell asleep.

Suddenly, something heavy falls onto the floor and a loud whisper of curse words from within the room wakes me out of my sleep. My heart instantly began to thump against my chest in fear. The figure groaned pretty loud and began to limp towards the bed with its hand rubbing its head. I quietly scooted to the corner of the bed as the figure got closer and put its arms out as if it was looking for something. As the figure's arms got near me, I put my hand over my mouth and silently prayed that I was not going to die tonight. That's when the figure quickly grabbed my forearm, causing me to scream to the top of my lungs. Hoping that Aunt May would probably wake up and save me, she didn't. This is how it ends, huh?

I began to kick my feet and used my nails to scratch its hand. "What the fuck?" the figure groaned. "You sure do know how to kick." Wait, the voice from the figure sounded very familiar to me.

"Peter?" I asked getting off of the bed.

"Uh yeah?" He walked over to the light switch and flicked it on. There he was, the Peter Parker. "Oh thank god it was you, I thought I was going to die." I let out a laugh in relief and Peter awkwardly laughed too. He seemed nervous about something as he frantically looked around the room, looking for something obviously.

I take one good look at him and that's when it hit me. Peter fucking Parker, my friend that I've known since middle school, is wearing the Spider-man suit. "No-" I look at him in his eyes with my jaw dropped. My head was spinning at this point.

"I know this seems really bad and it is, but you have to promise me that you will not tell anyone. Not even Aunt May." He reached his arms out and got close to me, but I stepped back as much as I could.

"Please Y/N, you have to promise me." Peter Parker begged with a desperate look on his face. "I'll explain but you have to promise not to say a word to anyone, okay?" I nodded my head, still a little shocked to find that my friend was Spider-man. I then remembered the number of times I told him that Spider-man was hot and he would just laugh at me. He knows.

"Fine, I'll keep my mouth closed, but I wanna know why you never thought to tell me?" I asked him, now getting a little upset that my own best friend would hide this from me. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows with my head cocked to the right as he looked at me with frowned eyebrows. "Look Y/N, it's not that easy to just say "I'm Spider-man"" Peter explained frustrated, and threw his hands in the air.

"I get that Peter, but you could've just at least tried to tell me...I'm your best friend. I don't know!" I spit back at him.

"Why? So you could end up like Gwen too?" He said back angry too as he got close to me. I didn't know Gwen well enough, but jeez that hurt me.

Peter let out a sigh and dropped his head, "What I mean is, I don't want you to end up dead because of this. I'd rather keep you alive and lose you from not telling you." He got down on his knees and grabbed my hands, stroking them with his thumbs. "I've lost so many people over these past years, I can't lose you too." Peter closed his eyes and began to softly cry and this made my heart melt.

I grab Peter's chin and wipe his tears using my thumb. "Peter, please look at me," I asked he looked at me with his brown eyes. I'm just now realizing the cuts that were scattered on his face. I'm assuming they were from fighting.

"I'm sorry for pushing it. I was just a little upset that you didn't tell me, but I get it." I say to him gently as I begin moving his overgrowing hair from his forehead. "But I also don't want anything bad to happen to you, Pete."

He pulls my hands so that I sit down on the bed and for a while, we sat in silence just looking at each other wondering what to say next. "I’ll explain everything to you soon, but for now, no more secrets, I promise," Peter says breaking the silence and putting out his pinky so we could pinky promise each other. I giggle at the silly gesture, but still intertwined our pinkies together and kissed it. Then he kisses his end. For a moment I see his eyes sparkle with adoration, causing my stomach to fill with butterflies.

I decided to give his slightly pink cheeks a quick peck. "You know I love you, right?" I told him in the spur of the moment. Peter let out a light chuckled. "Yeah I do, you've told me millions of times remember?"

My face warms up and I couldn't help but cringe. "Oh god, Peter! If I knew you were Spider-man before I definitely wouldn't have said all those things." I groaned and playfully punched his arm.

"No, I actually liked it. like a lot." He confessed as he admired my face. I couldn't look at him, especially right now or else I might do something I might regret.

"Haha no, you don't" I argue back jokingly and rolled my eyes. "You don't have to lie to soften the blow, Peter Parker."

"Who said it was a lie, Y/N?" I snapped my head back to him and saw his lust-filled eyes. "Ever since I met you, you're all I think about." Peter picks up my hand and places soft kisses on the fingertips of each of my fingers while holding eye contact. Goosebumps begin to spread all over my body. I'm speechless by my friend's confession.

"Funny you say that Parker because you're all I think about too," I grabbed his hands and kissed his palm. Peter's eyes dropped down to my lips and he just smiled. That's when he pulled me off the bed and onto his lap. Still, in awe of his suit, I run my fingers over it and feel the unique fabric on his arms. "I especially think of you at night when I'm alone..." I whispered in his ear as I lightly move my hips over his.

"Yeah?" He asked me as he gripped my thighs so he could get more friction. I nodded my head.

"When I touch myself, I crave you," I whisper in his ear again and run my fingers through his hair. Giving it a light tug caused him to let out a soft moan. "Oh, you liked that? Hmm, baby boy?" He nodded his head. That's when I feel his cock start to harden, this only encouraged me to keep going more.

Peter's hands moved from my thighs, up to my back, and to the back of my neck so we were both facing each other. Our noses rubbed together and our lips ghost over each other. I nip his bottom lip quickly and move my head back, but the grip he had on my neck allowed him to capture my lips instantly. I could taste the faint taste of mint chapstick on his lips once our lips met. Peter kissed me with so much aggression, it turned me on.

After a while, I pushed his shoulder so that he could lay on the cold wooden floor. He lays there, breathing hard from our kiss just looking at me and biting his lip. Still sitting on his hard bulge, I leaned into his body and moved my hips in circles over the spandex suit. "Fuck baby, please keep going" He begged me. I continue my movements deciding to go a little faster this time.

"Do you want me, Peter?" I asked him in his ear even though I already knew the answer.

"Yes, baby. I want you so bad." I heard him moan into my ear. "So fucking bad," Peter said once more and lifted his hips to reach his release faster. I decided I was going to fuck with him so I lift my hips and go up and down slowly as if I was riding him.

"Like this honey?" I teased him and let out a dramatic moan to get him all worked up, however, still being mindful that Aunt May could walk in at any moment if she woke up. "Do you want me to ride you like this? Nice and slow?"

He frantically nodded his head. "Please, I need you, Y/N." He whined out. I should maybe stop teasing him, but it so damn fun.

I roll off his body and directed him to take off the tight suit. After doing so, he was left in his boxers and show his large erection pushed against the fabric. I got off the floor and pushed my body into his, causing him to wrap his arm around my waste. I look up at the tall, slender boy and pull his face close to mine.

"Look at you," I grab at his cock through his boxers and squeezed it a little. "Is this all for me?" I asked him. He curses under his breath as his grip on my waste gets tighter.

"Answer me, Spider-man." I let out in a demanding tone.

"Yes, Y/N"

"Good boy," I began lower myself onto my knees and pull down Peter's boxers. His hard cock now standing freely after being released. I wrap my hand around it and look up at him in awe. I stare into Peter's eyes and stroke his cock. His stomach quivers and his knees buckle a little as he tries to maintain his balance. "Fuck- what are you doing to me, Y/N?" he threw his head back in pure pleasure as I bring my mouth closer to his dick.

"What Spider-man? You can't take it?" I teased him again. "I haven't even put you in my mouth and you're already moaning like a little bitch." I then lick his shaft, feeling the thick veins, causing him to let out a hiss.

After teasing him for a little, I began to suck his cock, staring up at him to see the look on his face. Most of the time his eyes were closed as he bit down on his finger trying to keep quiet, but occasionally he would look at me when I would deepthroat him. "Look at you with your mouth full, you like having my cock in your mouth while on your knees?" He says to me as I bob my head, allowing the spit to run out of my mouth and onto my chin.

I hum in response, causing him to push his hips forward and let out the sexiest groan. I began to gag and pull my head back to cough a little, I wanted more though. "I want you to fuck my face baby," I tell him. "And don't be gentle Peter. I'm serious." I tell him with a straight face as I open my mouth wide, ready for him to fulfill my need.

Peter grabs the base of his cock and lifts my head up, that's when he begins to stuff his cock into my mouth and thrust. I hold onto the back of his thighs so I wouldn't fall and hollowed out my cheeks. My eyes well up with tears as I keep myself in place. All I hear right now is the sounds of his muffled moans as he tries to keep quiet and my gagging every so often.

"Oh, baby," Peter stops his thrusting and holds my head still by fisting my hair. He backs up into the bed and sits down on it while pulling me by my hair. Once he's settled on the bed, leaning on his back while he rested on one of his arms. His messy hair sticking to his sweat-covered forehead, his beautiful cock standing tall, and his abs glistening in sweat, I wanted to do nothing more than hop onto his cock and ride him all night. His eyes were clouded with lust as he brought my head down to his cock again and guides my head up and down on it slowly.

I dig my nails into his thighs and scratch his leg, this makes him thrust into my mouth and instantly cum. "I'm coming." He repeats a few times quickly and shut his eyes. His moans come to an abrupt stop as he holds his breath, he holds me on him for less than 30 seconds before allowing me to breath again, he lets out a loud sign and falls onto the bed. I taste the cum as some of it comes back, but I still swallow it down as I lay my head down on his bare thigh and watch as he tries to regain himself. Peter's cock was still hard though, not once did it go down even after his orgasm.

After some time he lifts his head off the bed and says, "Wow." It was my turn now. I needed to have his cock in me. So, I got off my knees and stripped from my clothes as Peter watched me while stroking his cock slowly. I stand there for a minute in a trance before he orders me to come to him. I straddle his waist as his cock nudges at my pussy, causing my wetness to spread on the head of his cock, and we both hiss. "Peter, fuck- I'm so wet for you," I whine out pretty loudly as I grind against him with my hand's touch over him.

He pulls me into his chest and whispers into my ear, "Shhh baby, I know," as he rubbed my back sensually and moans softly into my ear. "I know," he says again as he lifts my hips up and guides his cock into me. I gasp loudly as I sink down on his cock, feeling his large member strain inside me as I clench around him.

"Fuck, Peter..." I moan as I move on his cock slowly, planting my knees into the bed to gain some steadiness. My nipples rub against his chest as I move against him. I put my head between Peter's head and his shoulder and bite down on his collar bone. Our body heat warmed both of us up making us both sweat, I could feel it drop off my close and onto Peter's body.

"Keep ridding baby," He says as he guides my waist up and down his cock as he stuffs down his moans. This made me ride him faster as I continued to suckle and bite on his neck more. "Pete-you're making me feel so good-shit."

I lift off of his chest as I still ride him, making sure to keep eye contact with him, his face was redder than an apple at this point and his lips were red and swollen from constantly biting them. The feeling of his balls hitting against my ass made my nipples harden and chills run up my naked back. "Your cock is so fucking big, don't fucking stop." I moan as I played with my nipples to intensify the pleasure as I was riding. Peter suddenly slaps my ass hard with his big hands, I let out a loud shriek. He does it a few more times once he noticed that it made me ride his cock faster.

"Aww, you fucking like getting your ass slapped don't you, good girl?" He then grips my ass causing me to fall back into him, but luckily I caught myself before my face could hit the bed. Peter props his legs up on the bed and starts thrusting into me. Fast and hard. The room was silent, however, the loud sounds of skin slapping against each other at a fast pace could be heard all throughout the room. I look down at Peter as his face dripped with sweat and he bit his lips to focus on his pace. He looked so fucking sexy doing this, focusing on my pleasure rather than his own. I don't even think I was breathing throughout the whole duration of that, the overwhelming pleasure made me not think of anything, but the fact that Peter was fucking me so good.

At this point, I was clawing at his arm as I began to come. "Peter, oh my god keep fucking my pussy. Just like that," I instructed the boy. He only grunts in response but I didn't care. "I'm coming baby," I announced and that's when the most earth-shattering orgasm hit me. "Oh. My. God." It was like everything became clear to me. My body shuttered as he held onto my body as I came hard, slightly slowing down his fast thrust, but I knew he wasn't even near close to coming.

Peter suddenly stopped his thrusting and brought us closer to the side of the bed that was close to the wall and propped himself against it. He was now at eye level with my tits with his dick still deep inside me. He looks at them, licks his lips, and then looked up at my face as if he was asking for permission. I knew instantly what he was planning on doing. "Go ahead Parker," I tell him as I playfully roll my eyes and he attaches his mouth onto my nipple. He begins his thrust again as he sucked and played with my nipple in his mouth. "Ooh, Pete," I moan as I run my hands through his hair and pull him closer to my chest.

This continues on some more until I began to come again. Peter lets go of my nipple and looked up at my face with his brown eyes. "Are you coming again, darling?" He asked me as he smirks. I nodded my head, unable to form a sentence currently. "That's it good girl, come all over my cock." Peter orders me. That set me off. I began to shake violently as I come all over him, moaning loudly. My pussy tightens over his thick cock, this sets him off. He was now groaning loudly into my chest as he came inside of me and I pulled him into me as much as I could. He gripped my back with his strong arms and kept me in place as his cock pushed his cum deeper inside me.

We both settle down and Peter lays us both on the bed. He then pulls out of me causing the cum to fall between my thighs. "Fuck, look at you, Y/N." He looks at me with the most adorable yet sexy look on his face. Peter gets up to get something to clean up with, but I pull his arm so he could lay back in the bed. "I have to get you cleaned up baby. I'll be right back, okay?" he taps my leg as he gets up once more causing me to pout my lips.

A minute later, he comes back in sleep pants with a damp washcloth, one of his shirts, and grabbed the unopen bottle of water off his desk. He sits down on the bed next to me and dropped the water and shirt on the bed. "Open your legs baby," He instructed me. I do just that and he begins to wipe me down. "Good girl," Peter says as he finished cleaning me. He put the shirt over my body and just stares at me.

"Thank you for that Y/N," he says as he strokes my hair and plants a tender kiss on my forehead and lips. I grab his wrist and place a kiss on his hand. "No, thank you, baby boy," I say to him. I smile at him and then ruffle his messy hair.

"Now, can you explain what's with the boxes and the whole Spider-man thing?" I asked him. He lets out a breathy chuckle before responding. "Sure and I'm moving out soon. Did Aunt May not tell you?"

"Oh." I was now a little short because my best friend- actually I'm not sure what we were right now, but anyway I was still sad he was moving away. I guess he noticed my sadness because he quickly reassured me that he will still be living in New York, just not at Aunt May's place.

"Oh thank god, I need you, Pete," I tell him truthfully, relieved that he'll still be here.

"I need you too, my love," He sighs out as he pulled me into his chest to give me a tight hug around my neck.

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A/N: Waitttt, this might be my favorite thing I've written so far TEEHEE. Anyway, thanks for the love! Ofc remember to like, reblog, comment, and whatever else. <33

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hi hi, idk if you're new here but watch me, touch me WAS SO SO GOOD!!!! keep doing it, you're a natural :P

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Watch me, Touch me

Neighbor!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Bucky just moved the next building over from you and you witness something that you will never forget.

Warnings: SMUT!!!!, mutual masturbation (male and female), spit, teasing, exhibitionism/voyeurism, cum eating, use of vibrator.

A/N: Second fic of the day?!? insane, but I hope you all love it!! <33 Also, what ur favorite bucky look?? mine is definitely his civil war look... he just eats the look up for me every single time AHAHA

Reader POV

Today, you got off of work a few hours early, and what better way to wind down on a Friday night with a few candles and take some time to have a self-care night.

I spend the next hour taking a hot bath while sipping on some nice wine that I couldn't even pronounce. I can't help but let my hands drift from my breast, allowing the cool air to hit my nipples as I arch my back just a little bit. Slowly, I continue all the way down, stopping just above my sex. My legs begin to open a little wider, allowing the tips of my fingers to touch my clit ever so slightly. I suck in a deep, sharp breath, close my eyes, and bite down on my lip just a little bit. That was until I got a call from my coworkers asking if I wanted to go out tonight. I huff, a little irritated that anyone would be calling me and also at the fact that I forgot to turn my phone onto 'do not disturb'. I respectfully tell them that I was having a self-care weekend and wanted time to relax after the long week I just had.

We both hang up the phone after biding our goodbyes and I decided that it was time for me to head to bed. Once I get out of the bathtub, I put on some shorts and a tank top. It wasn't like I was going to be seeing anyone this late at night.

I turn off the bright light in the room and turn on the salt lamp that sat on my nightstand. I then flopped onto my bed ready to lay my head on the cool pillow and opened the window right next to my bed just a little to allow some fresh air to flow in.

After almost 40 minutes of flopping around in my bed, unable to sleep even though I was tired as hell, I reach over to my nightstand and grab my handy dandy little friend that I rarely had time to use. As I was doing so, I see the lights on in the vacant apartment across from me. Maybe the landlord forgot to cut off the lights earlier. I'll have to call him tomorrow.

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Bucky's POV

My apartment had already been all set up by some people that Sam had hired for me so that I'm all settled once I arrived. I look around to see if anything is out of place and after my search, I decide to take a shower and get ready for bed since it was getting late and I was tired after the long day I just had.

After the shower, I put on some boxers and sat at the edge of my bed in complete silence just looking around my room. After Steve's death, things have been hard and I've been trying to get my life together, but my past always finds its way back. Sam has been a big help to me though, even on the bad days.

I look over at the apartment across from me and see a young lady rummaging in her nightstand with a concentrated look on her face. I decided to look away, not wanting to freak her out or look like a complete creep next door.

I decided that it was now probably time for me to get into bed, but I knew I wasn't going to be able to get much sleep as usual. So I did what I normally do. I leaned back into the uncomfortable bed and slipped my hands into my boxers. I begin to stroke my now hardening length. Slightly teasing the head, spreading the precum that began to form, and using it as a lube. My head tips back as I groan lowly, not wanting to disturb any neighbors. "Shit."

I needed to come first if I wanted to get any type of sleep tonight.

See, nights are usually like this; I jerk off, cum, get mad at myself for making a mess, clean it up, and then go to bed. Tonight, however, was different than any other night.

Once my cock hardened to its full length, I gather the spit in my mouth and spit into my right hand. Some of the spit falls onto my chest causing a slight breeze to blow against it. I rub the spit onto my cock causing the intense feeling in the pit of my stomach to intensify more and make my cock flex against my stomach.

"Oh my fucking god" I groaned to myself as I lick and bite my lips so that I wouldn't get any louder.

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Reader POV

After going through my nightstand for a little, I found the black, angled tip vibrator. The only thing that has brought me pleasure these days. I check if it was still charged after using it last week and it was.

Suddenly, I see the movement of a person's hand slowly going up. That's when I realized the hot dude laying on the bed stroking himself in his underwear. His body was so...perfect. One of his arms was a prosthetic made out of this dark material with god detailing, while his other arm was his actual arm. My legs clench together and my heart begins to pound against my chest at the erotic sight before me.

I then look at his face and see his medium-length brown locks messily surrounding his beautiful face. His lips move around his bottom lip, obviously enjoying the feeling of him playing with the tip of his cock. The mystery man's eyes were tightly closed so he didn't see me admiring him. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn't stop watching him pleasure himself. I had to touch myself.

I sit up in my bed and hold my body up using my arm. Using the other one that was holding the black vibrator, I quickly stuff my hand into my shorts and begin to rub it between my folds to spread the wetness. I held down the button on the tiny device using my thumb and jolted at the sudden vibration that was happening against my clit. "Fuckk" I moan out as I draw out the profanity in utter pleasure. I guess I underestimated how loud I was being because the mystery man's head suddenly snapped over at my window and stopped stroking his cock. I gasped loudly, yanked my hands out of my flimsy shorts, and threw the vibrator somewhere on my bed. I threw myself onto the floor of my bedroom and ducked below the window so that I was no longer in his sight.

"Shit shit shit what did you fucking do?" I silently curse to myself.

Why did I have to be so damn loud?

I still hear the sound of the vibrator humming on the bed causing me to quickly snatch it off my bed and turn it off. Still breathing heavy, I decided to peak if the hottie across the way was still looking over here and surely there he was looking into my bedroom with frowned eyebrows. I quickly drop myself back onto the floor once we make eye contact.

After taking a few seconds I decided to apologize to the man for being such a creep. I hop off the floor and see him at his window still looking over. I grab the notebook and sharpie off my nightstand and wrote "I am so sorry" as large as possible so he could read it. I walk back to the window with my head down in embarrassment and hold the notebook to the window so he could read it. I look up to see him lightly chucking as he shrugged his shoulders with a slight grin on his face. I let out a loud sigh of relief, glad that he wasn't upset, and wipe my forehead with the back of my hand as if I was wiping off sweat. This causes the mystery man to laugh. That smile...his smile was so beautiful it made my heart jump a little.

He then does the phone motion with his hand and points to it with his prosthetic hand. "Huh?" I say out loud even though he couldn't hear me. However, he opens the window and yells out "What's your phone number?" I flick my head and roll my eyes.

I quickly write the phone number down so he goes to grab his phone off his bed. I hold the notebook to the window and he types the number down into his phone. Suddenly, I hear the chime from my phone causing me to drop the notebook and grab the phone off my nightstand.

A text from an unknown number appears on my phone. It reads "Hey creeper" with a smirking emoji. I slap my hand over my face in embarrassment and let out a whine.

"Look, I am so fucking sorry for being a creep. I promise I won't go around looking into people's windows and touching myself." I text back before pressing send. I look back up at him and see him reading the message and replying back to me.

Thirty seconds after, the message from him says "No you're fine I swear. It was kinda hot seeing you touch yourself like that..." then another message comes in. "I'm Bucky by the way." I look up again to see him already looking at me with lust in his eyes.

I drop my eyes back down to my phone and reply back with "I'm Y/n. And thanks, but it still doesn't excuse what I did :("

a few moments later he sends, "True, but if you want to continue going we can baby...;)" I bit my lip after reading the suggestive message from the gorgeous stranger. I take a moment to think as I bite my pointer finger. I mean I could really use this right now...

"Mmm sure." As soon as the message is sent I drop the phone onto the bed and look over to Bucky. He slips his hand into his boxers as we hold eye contact with each other. I take off my shorts and sit on the bed. Pussy throbbing and all, I sit with my legs up and open on the bed so he could see me. So he could see how wet I was for him. This causes him to slowly stroke himself as his gold and black arm runs over his torso slowly.

I decided to get the vibrator that was laying next to me and apply it to my clit and hold the button to turn it on. I look down between my legs to see my wetness spreading all over the vibrator and on my fingers.

The intense feeling of the vibrator makes me grind my hips against the device hard. I look back up at Bucky to find he had nothing on. He was gripping his cock as he held onto the wall next to the window and was thrusting his hips into his hand. I can hear his faint groans.

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Bucky's POV

This woman was making me so obnoxiously horny I couldn't take it. As I thrust into my hand, I see her rubbing her vibrator onto her clit at the same speed as me. I just stare at her as if she was the only thing in the world. Right now she was.

The way she was sitting on the bed with her legs up as she played with herself was to die for. I see the orange light in her room eliminating her flowing juices that dripped onto the bed. All I could think about was how good she must've tasted.

How much I wanted to eat her beautiful little pussy to the point her sweet nectar was covering my chin and lips, while she moaned my name loudly.

Her nipples harden against her thin tank top as she furiously played with her pussy. Y/N looked at me, but slowly her eyes began to close as her eyebrows frowned in concentration.

Pretty girl was close to coming soon.

Stroking furiously, I feel the sweat on my face drip down fast. The familiar feeling in my cock began to build up as I watched the girl grind her hips. I didn't want to stop.

"Shit doll keep going" I whisper as if I was speaking to her. Coincidentally, she looked up at me with her beautiful eyes as I said this and nodded her head as she bit her lip.

This is what sent me. My body stiffens up, my brain becomes fuzzy, and I stop breathing as the cum spurts out of my cock. Some of it lands on the window, but mainly on my hand.

Just as I finished, I see her legs quiver as her head falls back. I hear the sounds of her loud moans as she came. Those beautiful moans would have any man on his knees begging for her to touch him.

Y/N finally calms down from her orgasm as her chest goes up and down to catch her breath. Due to the light layer of sweat that sat on her temple, it created a glow on her that made me shiver with pleasure. If I was there right now I would've kissed her gorgeous lips.

We both just stare at each other and then I remembered I had cum coating all over my fingers. Not wanting to do anything but stare at her, I quickly lick up the salty pearl color substance that sat on my hand making sure I locked my eyes onto hers until I was done licking my cum.

I grab my phone off the floor to shoot her a text and sat down on the bed.

"Did you have fun gorgeous? ;)"

I see her scramble to find her phone on her now messed-up sheets and pick it up. Once she reads it, she began typing and presses send. She looks at me with a hazy smile on her face as she swings her feet, causing me to smile back. My phone then vibrated.

"Of course, I did handsome :P" I laugh at her message.

So fucking cute.

I reply back to her. "Wanna come over in 20?" I asked her.

Instantly she replies back, "Yes, be there soon!"

I knew I needed someone like her in my life right about now and I knew she'd be around for a long, long time.

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A/N: Thank you sm if you made it to the end and ofc reblog, like, comment. share, or whatever you do. Your support is fr what keeps me going!