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[pascalluvur]

Yeah, sure. You can write your smut where he is rough with his hands and punishing with his pace, where he talks down to his partner and controls every aspect of the scene -

But have ya'll forgotten? "Deep breath in, slow breath out. Squeeze the trigger like you love it. Gentle...steady...nice and slow."

[pascalluvur]

Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Summary: As you’ve become older, you and Joel’s father-daughter dynamic has changed.

Pairing: surrogate!dadjoel x surrogate!daughter

POV: 2nd person

Warnings : NSFW content, daddy kink, father figure, overstimulation, praise kink, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), Power imbalance (reader is sick/vulnerable, Joel is caretaker), Crying during sex, non-verbal consent and age gap ofc.

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You’d known Joel since you were seventeen.

You met him and Tess five years ago. Their job was to take you to a Firefly base. Just a simple drop-off. Nothing more.

Well, let’s just say… things didn’t exactly go to plan.

You both lost Tess along the way and ran into more trouble than you could’ve imagined. And somehow—against all odds—you made it to Jackson. You found a life here. A life you would’ve only dreamed about as a kid. Safe, quiet, stable. Warm beds and hot meals.

You never thought it’d be possible. Not for someone like you. Not in a world like this—so cold, so cruel. You’d spent years running, surviving. So living with Joel now? It felt like a miracle. A dangerous kind of miracle.

Joel was like a father to you. At least, that’s what you had to tell yourself every day. That’s what you tried to believe.

He wasn’t into you. He wasn’t attractive. He was just the man who’d saved your ass more times than you could count.

Nothing more.

Sometimes, you even called him Dad.

Or… Daddy.

You’d let it slip a month after moving in with him in Jackson, and it just kind of stuck. A weird joke at first—something safe and innocent.

But the way you felt about him now? It wasn’t innocent at all. You knew it was wrong. So wrong. On so many levels.

And somehow, that just made it worse. That sick little part of you—the twisted part—wanted him even more because of it.

Now it was mid-November. Winter had sunk its teeth into Wyoming and wasn’t letting go. The lake outside the commune’s walls had frozen over, and snow piled up in thick, heavy drifts. Your patrols had grown more brutal with each passing week.

It was no wonder you caught a cold.

You hadn’t dressed warm enough. You’d ignored the signs. And being asthmatic in freezing air? That didn’t help. The cold settled deep in your lungs. Your cough was harsh and raw, your nose blocked, your throat scraped dry with every breath. Every limb felt like lead. Every step, like it might be your last.

Despite your stubbornness, Joel practically dragged you to the infirmary.

You hated going to the doctor. You’d only been twice since moving to Jackson—once for an ovarian cyst, once for a throat infection. Growing up in the QZ, you weren’t used to medical care. Even now, with Doctor Watson—who was kind and soft and looked like somebody’s grandpa—you couldn’t shake the fear that every visit would end in doom. Like you’d walk in and be told you were dying.

Doctor Watson gave you antibiotics. Told you to rest. Stay inside. No patrol for a week or two.

You’d never hated words more in your life.

You hated being sick. Hated the stillness. The vulnerability. It made you feel like a sitting duck.

And, of course, Joel insisted on staying home, too. Said he needed to take care of you.

You tried to argue. Said you didn’t need looking after. But Joel didn’t listen. And the truth? You didn’t really mind. Not as much as you pretended.

Joel was comfort. Joel was safety. Just having him near made the air feel a little warmer.

Sometimes, you told yourself this attachment was just the result of growing up without parents.

But deep down, you knew better.

For the last two days, Joel had made you breakfast in bed. He laid out clean pajamas for you to change into. He sat by your side at night, brushing your hair back and whispering how much he loved his baby girl as you drifted off. He never forgot your antibiotics.

It made you want him more.

It made you feel sick.

And today? You needed a bath.

But you couldn’t do it alone. Not in your condition. Everything hurt. Your limbs were shaky. So of course… Joel helped.

He ran the water, and you got in by yourself, keeping your body hidden under the water. You curled your knees to your chest, arms wrapped tight, chin resting on top. Trying to cover yourself even from your own thoughts.

Joel waited at the door before knocking.

You heard his voice. Low, gravelly. A familiar sound made strange by the husk of something else.

“You decent, honey?”

“Uh-huh,” you called back, heart beginning to race. Goosebumps prickled your arms—not from the chill, but from something else entirely.

He stepped into the steamy bathroom. The scent of lavender and eucalyptus thick in the air. He sat on the stool beside the tub and reached for your hair, gently lifting it off your shoulders.

“Figured you’d want some help washin’ your hair,” he said.

“You don’t have to—”

“But I want to,” he interrupted.

You didn’t argue.

He dipped a pitcher into the water, slowly pouring it over your head. His fingers guided the stream to avoid your face. The warmth trickled down your scalp and neck. You sighed, shoulders easing. A little more peace returned to your aching body.

“Feels good,” you murmured, eyes fluttering shut.

“Yeah?” Joel muttered, reaching for the shampoo. “S’what I’m here for, baby girl.”

His fingers moved through your hair, strong and steady, massaging the soap into your roots. You leaned into the touch, humming as his nails scratched lightly at your scalp.

“I like takin’ care of you,” he said, quiet. So soft you almost missed it.

You opened your eyes, gaze hazy from fever—and something far more dangerous.

“You always take care of me.”

He paused. “That bother you?”

You shook your head. “No… that’s the problem.”

Joel didn’t answer right away. Just rinsed your hair slowly, methodically. The silence that followed was heavy. Not uncomfortable. Just… loaded. With everything neither of you could say.

Your heart ached.

You moved your hand, just a little, brushing your fingers against his. His rested on the edge of the tub.

He looked up. His face said everything.

He knew.

You didn’t speak. Just laced your fingers with his.

You didn’t know what gave you the courage to do what you did next. Maybe it was the fever. Maybe it was the drugs. Maybe it was years of wanting, buried so deep it had nowhere else to go.

You let your legs part slowly in the water. Just enough for the ripples to shift. Joel’s eyes dropped, then rose again—wider, darker. Still, he didn’t stop you.

You let go of his hand and pushed his wrist down, guiding his fingers toward the heat between your thighs.

His breath caught the second he felt you. Fever-warm, soaked—slick in every way imaginable.

He didn’t move. Like if he did, he’d wake up. Or worse, come to his senses.

Your voice was a whisper. Hoarse, trembling.

“I’ve been thinkin’ about this. About you. For so long.”

Joel’s jaw clenched. His fingers twitched. “Don’t say that, baby.”

“Why not?” you asked, leaning forward just enough to let your chest break the surface. “It’s the truth.”

He looked wrecked. Desperate. A man holding himself back with everything he had.

“I can’t do this,” he muttered. But he didn’t let go. Instead, he cupped you fully—middle finger grazing your clit in a stroke that made your hips jerk.

“You already are,” you whispered. “You’re touching me, Daddy.”

That broke him.

His mouth crashed onto yours. The kiss was hot and messy, all tongue and teeth. You whimpered, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer as water sloshed around you.

Joel pulled back just enough to rasp, “Outta the tub. Now.”

You didn’t hesitate.

He grabbed a towel, wrapped it around your shoulders, then lifted you into his arms like you weighed nothing. His lips found your neck—slow, reverent—as he carried you into the bedroom.

Your limbs were still heavy. Your fever still lingered. But none of it mattered.

This was what you wanted. What you’d always wanted.

He laid you on the bed, towel beneath your dripping body, and hovered above you—shirt undone, breath ragged.

“Daddy,” you whimpered, hands clinging to his arms.

“I’m right here, baby girl,” he murmured. “We’re gonna take it nice ‘n slow. Gonna get this pussy real messy.”

You moaned at the sound of it, lips parting for a kiss. His mouth claimed yours—wet, greedy—and the taste of him made your head spin. You felt another rush of arousal leak from your core.

Joel pulled back, eyes locked on yours. His thumb stroked your cheek. His other hand cupped your breast, thumbing over your nipple.

“My beautiful girl, huh?” he whispered. “Gotta take real good care of you. Not gonna give you cock just yet. Gotta get you used to feelin’ good for your daddy. Sound good?”

You nodded, breath hitching, whimpering as your body ached for him. And Joel saw it. All of it.

He moved down your body and settled between your thighs, lifting them onto his shoulders.

“Ohhh, baby… this pussy,” he breathed, brushing his thumb over your clit.

You gasped—sharp, sudden. Your whole body trembled.

“Crying for me, ain’t she? Just needs some lovin’, s’all. And Daddy’s gonna give it to you.”

And then he dove in.

His mouth sealed around your clit, tongue flattened and insistent, and the moment he tasted you, Joel groaned like a man starved. His eyes locked on yours, watching the way they fluttered open, dazed and glossy. Your neck arched, bare and trembling, your heartbeat visible in the delicate pulse beneath your jaw.

He sucked on your clit with devastating focus, drawing tight circles with his tongue until your thighs began to shake. Your legs squeezed around his head, your heel reflexively digging into his back—but he pulled away with a low chuckle, nuzzling into the soft flesh of your inner thigh and grazing it with his teeth.

The whimper that left your mouth sent a visible shudder down his spine.

Your pussy clenched with need—empty, aching—and Joel knew it. Knew how badly you wanted to be filled.

He dragged his tongue over your fluttering hole, slow and deliberate, gathering your slick before spitting it back onto your clit.

You cried out, loud and desperate. “Daddyyy—fuck. Need you inside, please…”

But Joel just kept licking, sucking, teasing—dismissing your pleas like he hadn’t heard a word. His mouth was relentless. Hot, wet, sinful. His hands anchored you in place, arms wrapped completely around your waist. You were trapped—his fingers tucked beneath the curve of your lower back, thumbs pressing into your belly to hold you still while his tongue devoured you.

He teased your entrance with one thick finger, easing it inside at an agonizing pace, curling it just right—

You cried out, stunned by the intensity. Penetration had never done much for you in the past. No partner had ever found that spot—no one had ever come close.

But Joel? Joel found it like he owned it.

His finger stroked deep, coaxing a heat that bloomed in your belly, thick and tight. His mouth stayed glued to your clit, tongue flicking in rhythm with the pump of his finger.

“Daddy—I’m gonna—gonna make a mess—oh fuuuck, Daddyy—”

The coil snapped.

Pleasure ripped through you in a white-hot wave, your scream muffled by the gasp that caught in your throat. Your thighs clamped around his head, your whole body trembling. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—all you could do was feel.

Joel groaned into your cunt, lapping up everything you gave him, like he couldn’t get enough of your taste.

Before you could even recover—before you could blink—Joel had you flipped onto your stomach.

Your cheek hit the sheets as he dragged you up and over his thigh, adjusting you so your ass was high in the air, legs sprawled over his lap. The movement left you dizzy. Breathless.

You moaned at the suddenness of it—at the helpless, filthy position he put you in.

“This fuckin’ ass, baby…” Joel drawled, voice dark with heat as his palms smoothed over the curve of your hips. “Just had to see it. So pretty for me. Gonna fuck you with my fingers now, okay? Make you come one more time.”

He gripped a handful of your ass and squeezed, groaning low in his throat.

You whimpered, tears stinging your eyes—not from pain, not from fear. Just… overwhelmed. Raw and wrung-out and aching in the best way. The thought of another orgasm already made you feel like collapsing.

Joel heard it in your breath. In your silence.

“I know, baby,” he murmured, spreading your cheeks. “I know it’s a lot. But you don’t gotta do a thing. Just lay here for Daddy and take it. You’re sick, after all. Wouldn’t wanna make you do any work.”

You opened your mouth to protest—but when you felt his fingers slide between your folds, felt him part you and press gently inside, all hesitation vanished.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whispered.

Joel growled. “That’s my girl.”

And then his fingers were inside you—two of them this time. Thick and firm, plunging deep.

You gasped, lurching forward from the force of it. Your cunt clenched around him, overstimulated and soaking, your pussy weeping as his fingers jammed in and out with relentless precision.

The sound of it was obscene—wet, messy, filthy. His palm slapped against your ass with each thrust, the impact jarring, rhythmic, echoing through the room like music made of sin.

You sobbed into the sheets, your body tightening with every stroke.

Joel didn’t slow. Didn’t let up. His fingers curled again, pressing deep against your sweet spot with every thrust.

“You feel that?” he rasped, voice rough with lust. “Feel how deep I am, baby? Hittin’ that special spot…”

You moaned helplessly, your fingers clawing at the blankets. You couldn’t form words. Could barely breathe.

“That’s it,” Joel cooed. “That’s all I need from you, sweet girl. Just let go for me.”

You broke again.

Your second orgasm tore through you like a storm—louder, wetter, more intense than the first. You sobbed and came all over his fingers, gushing around him, soaking his hand, the sheets, everything.

Joel didn’t stop until he felt your body go slack. Until he knew you had nothing left to give.

“Good girl,” he murmured, dragging his slick fingers slowly from your cunt. “You did so good for me.”

Your body trembled. Your chest heaved. But somewhere beneath the fog of exhaustion and pleasure, you felt safe. Cherished.

Like you belonged to him.

[pascalluvur]

I’m literally waiting with bane of breath

no sex ed in the apocalypse so joel miller has to give you a full anatomy lesson himself…………step-by-step

[pascalluvur]

me, everyone and joel in heaven watching ellie and dina for the whole episode 4

[pascalluvur]

OH MY FUCKING GODDDDSDSJEIRJK FW OKRJWKWKEMMEJ

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He’s so goofy I love him

my little baby (he’s 50)

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I feel sick I need this man

Special treat.

[pascalluvur]

Ugh I really wanted this movie to be good. He’s so attractive for this shit🙏

Sources say….you will be able to see this man, looking this fine, in the confines of your home, on July 15th! Released on Apple, Prime, Vudu and Google Play!

[pascalluvur]

And I rescue kittens and baby birds while he makes me wood carvings

living with older joel in his cabin…

he doesn’t let you out, says it’s to keep you safe. really he’s a selfish old man. greying hair, 61 now.. he wants you all to himself. he treats you like his pretty little gift, spoiling you every chance he gets. you don’t know he keeps the windows locked at all times, says he can’t risk the chances of you getting hurt. really he wants to keep you untouched, pure. all for himself. you’re his pretty little thing to look at, his perfect princess.. he’s a selfish old man. there’s no need for him to share.

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and he now wears shirt like “proud father of a lesbian daughter” and he goes to visit Ellie and Dina all the time and is a grandpa to their baby!!

he got up :) here i am nursing him back to health

[pascalluvur]

AHH HES SO HOT

if i heard pedro whimpering like a slut in my ears, yall have to as well

[pascalluvur]

Fuck me in the ass. (I’m a virgin🥰)

besties, we need to talk about THIS Pedro Pascal and his delicious arms again

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masterlist

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—🩸𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫:

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 First time riding joel.

𝐀𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧’ Joel reluctantly helps you elevate the ache between your legs.

𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧 (Upcoming)

𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 (Upcoming)

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—🍯 𝐏𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥:

𝐓𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 ~ Pedro only has ten minutes to fuck you.

[pascalluvur]

A 14 year old girl flushing her miscarriage down the toilet can be charged with mutilating a corpse, but keeping a dead woman on life support for 120 days then cutting her open to extract a 2 pound fetus because her dead body was decaying too fast to sustain the pregnancy any longer is not only legal but compelled by law. America/the world/men hate women so much.

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Heyy, I’m lux and I write for Joel Miller, potentially Tommy Miller and some more potential Pedro Pascal characters. I am pretty new to writing so a follow and some support would go a long way!

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—🍒𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:

Click here biatch😚

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— 🍯 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞:

I’m Lux, in my 20s and from Michigan<𝟑

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Currently reading:

~The Perks Of Being A Wallflower

~Lolita

~Sinners Redemption (tumblr fic)

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Favourite Joel Moment: When he calls Ellie baby girl. It fr RUINS me🙏

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Blog Vibe: soft, smutty, emotionally unstable. come cry & cum with me.

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— 🚫 𝐃𝐍𝐈/ 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

Underage

Rape Kink

Grooming

Manipulation

Homophobic themes

Misogynistic themes

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—🔥 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

Still a little on the fence but, POTENTIALLY some dad!joel incest?

Daddy kink

Size Kink

Innocence Kink

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— 💌 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬

Requests are open! Pls feel free to send me some, I would love to hear you guys’ ideas!!

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Much luv~ luxie🫶

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[pascalluvur]

Coming right fucking NEOW

Imagine Joel teaching you how to go down on him

Pairing: Jackson!Joel x f!Reader

Joel’s Masterlist

WC: 3.3k

Tags/Warnings: smut, minors DNI, porn with no plot, unspecified but big age gap, oral (m!receiving), virginity, unprotected piv (just the tip), daddy kink, baby-talking, young and innocent reader, condescending joel, terms like baby girl, sweet little girl etc.

You two had started slow, like always. You were curled into his chest on the old couch of his house, legs draped over his lap, while the fire crackled. Joel’s arm was heavy around your shoulders, his hand warm against your thigh, thumb rubbing little circles into the cotton of your sleep shorts.

“Y’cold, baby?” he murmured, voice all gravel and syrup.

You shook your head against him. “No… m’alright.”

“You’re shiverin’.”

“M’not,” You whispered, even though you definitely were, but it wasn’t because the cold.

He chuckled low, the kind that rumbled from his chest into yours, and then he kissed you slow, like he had all the time in the world to taste you, making you moan softly against his mouth, fingers curling in the flannel of his shirt.

It always escalated the same way, his hand sliding under your shirt, rough fingers toying with your nipple until you gasped into his mouth, letting your hand press against the hard bulge in his jeans, and God, the way he groaned when you rubbed him, the way he’d mutter, “Atta girl… jus’ like that,” until he got so worked up you’d feel him twitch and pulse in his jeans, cumming from nothing but your hand over denim... you loved knowing it was you doing that to him.

But tonight… You were hungry for me more, eager to please him, to show him you were a big girl.

Joel pulled back from the kiss, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek, looking at you like you were some fragile little thing he couldn’t quite believe he got to hold.

“You alright, baby?”

You nodded but your throat was tight with the words you were trying to say.

“Tell me,” he said softly, eyes never leaving yours.

You swallowed. “I wanna… I wanna try somethin’. But I need you to teach me.”

He arched an eyebrow. “What kind of somethin’?”

You blushed, you were so shy you couldn’t meet his eyes right away. “I… wanna go down on you.”

Joel didn’t move for a second, he just stared at you, and then his lips curled into that lazy, crooked smirk you knew so well. You, his little baby, asking him to teach you how to blow him, it was a wet dream come true.

“Oh, baby girl…” He said it like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard, but then he leaned back slightly on the couch, spread his legs just a little, and his hand cradled your jaw, thumb brushing over your lips. “You wanna suck my cock, huh?”

The way he said it, teasing, condescending, like you were some precious little thing begging to be taught, made your thighs rub against the other.

You nodded, biting your lip. “Will you show me how, Joel?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathed, voice already thick with arousal, “you ask real nice, don’tcha?”

He reached for his belt, undoing it slow like he wanted you to watch every single step of this, like he needed you to see what you’d been touching all this time.

“You sure ‘bout this, honey? You don’t gotta do nothin’ you’re not ready for.”

“I want to,” you whispered. “I want you to teach me.”

Joel exhaled like he was trying to calm himself, jaw clenching for a second before he cupped the back of your head to guide you down, gently, until you were kneeling between his spread thighs.

“Look at you down there… christ, you look like you were made for this.”

Your cheeks burned but you couldn’t look away from him, from the way he sat there, jeans undone, cock hard and straining in his briefs.

“Take him out, baby,” Joel murmured, his voice lower now, husky. “Nice and slow.”

You did, fingers shaking a little as you tugged his underwear down. And there he was, just like you'd expected, thick, flushed, twitching, leaking at the tip already, making your mouth go dry.

“C’mere, wrap your hand around me.” Joel said, his hand curling gently around yours, guiding your fingers to wrap around his shaft, it was huge compared to your tiny hands, which could barely wrap all the way around him. “There we go. That’s it. Hold him just like that.”

He tilted his hips, the weight of him heavy in your hand.

“Start slow,” Joel murmurs. “Yeah, like that. Just stroke it. All the way up, then back down.”

You move your hand like he told you, up and down, watching his face, his eyes flutter closed briefly, his hips twitch.

“Good. Now—“ His voice drops to a groan. “Use both hands. One at the base, one near the tip. Gentle twist when you go up, yeah thassit.”

You do as he says, and his head falls back against the couch.

“Jesus, baby…”

Your confidence builds with every sound he makes. You twist your wrist slightly, slide your palm over the slick head, he bucks just a little, jaw clenched.

“That part’s sensitive,” he pants. “Just a little pressure there, not too much. You’ll know when it’s too much ‘cause I’ll start beggin’.”

You grin. “I like that idea.”

“Lick the tip, baby,” he said, almost gently. “Just a lil’ taste. Like a popsicle.”

You obliged instantly, letting your tongue flick out shyly against the fat mushroom head, in responde Joel groaned so deep it made you clench your thighs together tighter.

“Fuck, that’s it… Good girl.”

You did it again, this time slower, flattening your tongue against the head, tasting the salty precum as you swirled it around. It all felt so filthy, you there on your knees, giving him soft, teasing kitten-licks on his huge cock. Joel was drinking it all in, savoring the sight, trying to burn the image into his memory. No doubt that the man would be jerking off to this whenever you weren’t around.

“Goddamn, you’re good at this already. Natural little cocksucker, huh?”

His words made you whimper, you felt dizzy, your cheeks were hot, maybe because of your shyness, maybe because of how aroused you were. He found it endearing, how innocent you looked and yet how eager and willing you were to please him. It was almost ridiculous, really: that soft, delicate face beneath him, while his thick, veiny cock stood proud right in front of you.

Joel guided you again, thumb brushing your cheek as he spoke.

“Open your mouth now. Wider. That’s it. Just the tip, baby, just take the head in. You’re not ready for the whole thing yet, just enough so I can feel that warm little mouth.”

You almost wanted to whine, to tell him, “I’m a big girl, Joel. I can take all of it.” But if Joel said you weren’t ready, then you trusted him, he always knew better. You wrapped your lips around him, sucking gently, and he hissed, head falling back against the couch. His cock stretched your lips just a little, the taste of him is salty and clean on your tongue.

“Fuck, yeah, thassit baby… nice and easy. Don’t rush. Savor it." He breathes.

He was so gentle but filthy at the same time, his hand petting your hair like you were the sweetest thing while he fed you his cock in tiny increments.

He’d never had anyone suck his cock so gently before, he fucking hated when women just dropped to their knees and deep-throated from the first damn second. The best part of this was getting to mold you to his pleasing, to teach you how he liked it, so you’d only ever do it his way.

“Use that hand, sweetheart,” he coaxed. “Stroke what you can’t fit. That’s it. Just like that.”

Once again, you obeyed him, your hand working in rhythm with your mouth, hollowing your cheeks just like he told you.

“Good fuckin’ girl.”

“Look at you, makin’ Daddy feel so good.”

“Such a sweet mouth on you… you were made for this, weren’t you?”

His hips started moving just a little, it was insane how much just seeing you, his cock stuffed deep in your mouth, was driving him wild. But the way it felt, the warmth and softness wrapped around him? That was a million times better.

“Tell me if it’s too much, baby. Don’t wanna hurt that pretty mouth.”

You shook your head, taking more of him in, loving the way he gasped, the way his thighs tensed under your hands, he was slowly but surely unraveling, you could see it in the way his jaw clenched, the way his hand gripped yours tighter where you stroked him.

“Try takin’ a little more,” he murmurs. “Only if it feels okay.”

You inch down, slow and careful, taking more of him, your lips stretch, your tongue pressed under the weight of him, and you hummed around him when he filled your mouth a little deeper.

“Nghhh yeah, move just like that,” he pants. “Use your hand with your mouth and keep it slick. Little twist when you stroke. Fuck, you���re a fast learner, baby..”

You’re dripping now, feeling the ache between your legs just from how wrecked he sounds, yet you go slow, listening to every sound he makes, the low curses, the clipped gasps, the murmured praise.

“Look at me,” he rasps.

You glance up with your mouth full of his cock, lips swollen, eyes wide, the look you give him makes Joel groans like it’s physically painful.

“Sweetheart, you look so fuckin’ pretty like that.”

You moan softly around him, and his hips twitch, he gasps and pulls back slightly.

“Shit—baby—hang on—”

You blink, lips shiny, confused, if it felt so good, why was he asking you to stop? Were you doing something wrong?

“I’m—close,” he says. “Real close. You probably don’t wanna—”

Silly Joel thought you wouldn't want his cum filling your mouth? You were gonna prove him wrong now, you were gonna get your mouth full of it. You lean forward again, and you take him back in, without stopping.

“Fuck,” he groaned, voice rough and ragged. “You really gonna let me cum on that sweet lil’ face, darlin’?”

You moaned around him, and that was all it took.

“Fuck—oh fuck, baby girl,” he groaned, hips jerking. “Take it, take it, take all that cum for me—”

He spilled hot and thick into your mouth and onto your tongue, groaning like he hadn’t cum that hard in years. You swallowed instinctively, messy and clumsy, and some of it still dripped onto your chin. It felt thick and sticky down your throat, a little salty, unlike anything you’d ever tasted before, but it was Joel’s seed, and that made it feel… special.

He watches you swallow it, stunned, his whole body shudders through the last few spurts and you stroke him gently through it, hand slick, mouth soft.

Joel pulled you back gently, cupping your cheeks as he caught his breath. “Jesus Christ, baby…” he murmured, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth, tasting himself on your lips. “You’re somethin’ else.”

You looked up at him, breathless, dazed, and buzzing. “Did I do okay, daddy?”

Joel laughed softly, wiping his thumb across your lip where some of his cum had landed.

“You did fuckin’ perfect, baby. I’m so proud of you. That mouth, Jesus, you just about ended me.”

You curl into his chest, flushed, heart pounding, and he cradles you like you’re breakable.

“You okay, baby girl?”

I nodded, eyes wide. “Yeah… m’good.”

He smiled. “Yeah? That sweet mouth tired now?”

A giggle slipped out of your lips. “Not really…”

He chuckled low, but something about the way he looked at you changed then, his eyes were still hungry. “You want me to treat that pussy real nice too, baby? I bet she's achin’.”

“I…” you hesitated, chewing on your lip.

Joel tilted his head. “What is it?”

You looked down, then back up at him through your lashes. “I wanna try somethin’. But you gotta promise to be careful.”

Joel immediately froze. “Talk to me.”

You felt your heart pounding. “I just… I wanna try the tip,” you whispered. “Just that, but not all the way.”

His jaw clenched. “Baby…”

“Pleeeease?” You said, hand on his chest. “I trust you. I wanna know what it feels like, just the tip.”

Joel stared at you like he was trying to memorize you, like he was weighing the pleasure against his fear of hurting you. He was still hard again, painfully so, and he was dying to know what being inside you felt like, but he was still a gentleman afraid to hurt his sweet little girl.

“You’re still a virgin,” he said softly. “That’s not nothin’. I ain’t gonna take that from you unless you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” you said. “As long as you go slow, I want to feel you, please Joooeel.”

He muttered a curse under his breath, low and southern and filthy. Fuck, what the hell were you even doing to him? He was a grown-ass man, and here he was getting all worked up over just getting his tip wet, like he was some desperate teenager all over again in the back of a car at the drive-in, ready to lose it from a single stroke.

“Fuck, baby girl… you say it like that, I’m gonna lose my fuckin’ mind.”

Joel kissed you hard, then he stood and scooped you up in his arms like you were made out of feathers, carrying you to his bedroom, the one you've been before a couple of times, with the old quilt and the creaky floorboards. He laid you gently on the bed like you were made of glass.

“You tell me if you want to stop,” he said, voice tight. “I mean it. I’ll pull out in a second. Ain’t nothin’ we gotta rush.”

“I know,” You whispered, reaching up to touch his face. “I want this.”

Joel undressed you slow, kissing every inch of skin as he bared it, your nipples were already hard when he pulled your shirt up, making him groan as soon as he saw them.

“Look at these pretty tits,” he murmured, sucking one into his mouth. “Still can’t believe these are all mine.”

You arched under him, gasping, thighs clenching as he trailed kisses down to the hem of your shorts, and when he peeled them off, he found you soaked, so soaked through your panties, making the cotton stick to your folds.

“God damn,” Joel muttered, pressing his thumb against the wet spot. “This all for me, sweetheart?”

You whimpered. “Yes…”

He quickly tugged the panties off slow, baring your aching, needy pussy, then knelt between your legs, staring at you like he wanted to devour you.

“You’re drippin’, baby,” he said, thumbing through the slickness between your pussy lips. “She’s beggin’ for me.”

He made you whimper when he pressed two fingers to your entrance, not pushing in, just teasing you.

“You’re so tight,” he murmured, sucking in a breath. “You sure you want me to put this cock in you, baby girl? Even just the tip?”

You nodded desperately. “Please, Joel. I need it.”

He groaned. “Fuck. Okay. Get up on the pillows for me, yeah? Gotta be real careful with you.”

You did as he said, like every single time, obeying like a good girl, lying back and spreading your legs open for him. He stroke his thick cock, now fully hard again, the head swollen and leaking precum. Joel lined himself up to your entrance, brushing the tip through your folds, making you jolt in anticipation.

“Gotta open up for me, baby,” he murmured, voice condescending and sweet. “Let daddy in just a lil’. That’s what you wanted, huh? Just the tip?”

“Y-yeah,” you breathed. “Just the tip.”

Joel pressed the head of his cock against your entrance and pushed in slowly, stretching your cunt wide with just that first inch, your breath caught at the invation, it burned, but it also made you clench, hips twitching as your body tried to pull him in deeper, as it tried to accomodate him inside you.

Joel cursed everything and everyone, just the fucking tip inside you and it was already better than every goddamn woman he’d ever fucked. Tighter. Hotter. Wetter. Like his cock had finally found where it belonged, like it had spent his whole damn life searching and now it found his home, nothing had ever felt like this, no one had ever felt like you.

“Fuuuck,” Joel groaned. “You feel that? That’s just the tip, baby girl. Just this fat head stretchin’ that virgin pussy. You takin’ it like a good girl.”

You moaned, thighs shaking. “Joel…”

“You like that?” he asked, leaning over you, still holding himself back. “You like bein’ stretched open like this?”

You nodded frantically, tears pricking your eyes, it hurted, yes, but it felt delicious like nothing you've experienced before in your life.

“Yeah, you do,” he cooed. “You’re squeezin’ me so tight, baby. You’re so fuckin’ small… and I ain’t even in yet.”

He pulled out just a little, then pressed back in with just the tip again. “Look at that,” he murmured. “Pussy so greedy, she don’t want me to leave.”

You gasped, arching your back. “It feels… so full…”

“This ain’t full, baby,” Joel growled. “This is just a taste. You let me in any deeper and I’ll ruin you.”

You whimpered. “I want it.”

“You want what?”

“I want you to ruin me.”

Joel growled low in his throat, dropping his head to rest against yours, hips moving just enough to slide that swollen tip in and out of you, teasing your entrance, fucking you with just the head, over and over.

“God, you don’t even know what you’re sayin’, baby. You ain’t ready for the whole thing yet. I’ll split you open.”

“I don’t care,” You whispered, gripping his shoulders. “I want it all.”

Joel groaned like he was in pain, pulling out again to rub his cock through your slick folds, smearing his precum and your wetness together, nudging against your clit until you writhed. You had no right to look so fucking pure while moaning for him to split you open, begging for more cock.

“Not tonight, baby,” he said, kissing you hard. “But soon I’m gonna take this pussy for real. Gonna fuck you so full you’ll be ruined for anyone else. You hear me?”

“I need more,” You moaned. “Pleeease, Jooeeel.”

“You ain’t ready for more,” he growled, but there was no edge in his voice, just hunger. “You think you can take all this cock? I’m a grown fuckin’ man, baby, not some boy.”

Joel rubbed the tip against your entrance again and slid it in once more, slowly, deeply, groaning like it was killing him to hold back, like he was fighting his whole body not to shove deeper. And you were so wet, so full already, you couldn’t stop squirming under him, clenching around the small stretch he gave you, chasing more with every desperate roll of your hips.

“Easy, baby,” he grunted, voice rough. “You’re squeezin’ me like a goddamn vice. You keep doin’ that and I’m gonna blow already.”

His hands gripped your hips like he was holding you still for dear life, his forehead dropped to yours, breath warm and ragged against your skin, and he just stayed there, buried with just the tip inside, grounding his hips against you, just enough to make you cry out, over and over.

“You’re doin’ so good, baby girl,” he whispered in my ear. “Makin’ daddy proud.”

He rolled his hips and ground the tip in deeper, just a shallow push that was barely an inch, but it was enough to make your back arch and your thighs tremble.

“F—fuck,” you gasped, fingernails digging into his shoulders.

“That feel good, sweet girl?” Joel cooed, baby-talking you again. “That lil’ virgin pussy likin’ how daddy’s tip feels stretchin’ her out?”

I nodded frantically. “Feels so good, daddy. Don’t stop, please—please don’t stop—”

“Oh, baby, I ain’t stoppin’,” he said, grinding his hips in slow, tiny circles, keeping that swollen head inside you while the rest of his length throbbed against your soaked folds. “Gonna fuck you like this, gonna make you cum on it. Gonna teach your pussy who she belongs to.”

“Y-yeah,” you breathed. “So big… and you’re not even all the way in…”

“Damn right I’m not,” he said. “You’re too fuckin’ tight, baby. You’ll take me when I say so, not before.”

Part of him was fucking feral over the fact that it was the first cock you’d ever taken, and the only one, he’d make damn sure of that. Seeing you cry from just one fucking inch? One single inch stretching that tight little pussy open for the first time? Christ, Joel would get this moment tattooed onto his chest if he could, nothing had ever made him feel more like a man.

His hands left your hips and slid down, thick fingers slipping between your bodies, parting your folds and rubbing soft and tight circles against your clit as he stayed buried in you just that inch.

“Joel—oh my God—!”

“You gonna cum for me?” he murmured. “Gonna let daddy make this sweet little cunt cum for the first time with a cock in her?”

You nodded wildly, you were so close, your whole body tense and trembling, thighs shaking around his waist.

“Look at you,” Joel groaned. “You don’t even need me all the way inside, do you? You just need this big tip grindin’ right into that little hole…”

He gave a shallow thrust, just a nudge forward, barely anything, but it hit something that has never been touched before, and you cried out in pleasure.

“Oh my God—Joel!”

“That’s it,” he rasped, fingers working faster against your clit. “Let it happen, baby girl. Let that tight little pussy cum for me. So fuckin’ good—my good girl—”

You came with a sob, back arching off the bed, thighs clamping down around his hips as you clenched and fluttered around the tip of his cock. Your whole body went tight and then loose all at once, like you'd been holding your breath since the moment he touched you, or like you've been holding your breath your entire life before this moment.

Joel growled like an animal, hips twitching once, twice, and then he cursed, his voice breaking. “Fuck—baby girl—fuck, I’m gonna—”

He spilled inside you, hot and sudden, still buried with just the tip. He didn’t move, didn’t thrust, just stayed there, pressed against you as thick pulses of his release coated your walls, leaking out around the base of his cock, making you both gasp through it, panting, foreheads pressed together, bodies still intertwined.

You both stayed like that for a long moment, his tip twitching inside you, your cunt still fluttering around him, warm and full and messy between your legs.

Joel kissed you softly. “You okay, baby?” he whispered. “Talk to me.”

You nodded, dazed. “Yeah… yeah. That was… that was…”

He smiled. “Yeah. That’s what just the tip feels like.”

You laughed breathlessly, still flushed and trembling. “So what’s the rest of it like?”

Joel’s smirk turned dark. “Oh, sweetheart. You ain’t ready for that answer yet.”

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it!! I’m planning a little series of one-shots with Joel teaching the reader different things, so lmk if you’d be interested in that. As always, your support means the world to me🩷🫶🏻

dividers by: @/saradika-graphics

[pascalluvur]

𝒜𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃’

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Joel reluctantly helps elevate the ache between your legs.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Tent sex, MDMI, tiny bit of mean!joel, guided masturbation, fingering, PiV sex, overstimulation, dacryphilia, virginity loss, praise kink, slight oral (m receiving, one daddy mention, mutual orgasms and age gap (50s/20s)

𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: Tent on the way to Wyoming.

𝐏𝐎𝐕: 2nd person.

𝐖𝐂: 3.6k

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The tent is small. Barely enough room for both you and Joel, but it’s warm with both your breaths and the shitty sleeping bags that you both looted from Bill and Franks. Outside the world is dark, thick and quiet-but not eerily so. The trees are alive and you can hear them creak gently as they sway in the light wind. There’s only one problem. The ache between your legs.

It started earlier in the car, before you both decided to stop here for the night and that was five fucking hours ago. It started with a soft pulse between your thighs, but grew to your untouched cunt clenching everytime you looked at Joel or if he muttered something vague in that Texas drawl. Your nipples were hardened underneath your bra and everything felt hot. Your skin was flushed. Joel even asked you if you were okay at one point, and Joel never asks that.

You didn’t know what it was- well yeah, you did. You were twenty-two, not stupid. You just hadn’t ever felt this needy before. You didn’t understand what brought it on. Sure you’d felt this way before back when you were living in your dingy apartment in Boston, but the world was so dark and unsafe that you never took care of it. But it was never this intense. You were facing Joel, laying on your side. He was on his side too but facing the other way like he always did. There was probably a couple inches between you considering how small the tent was and that just made your situation even worse. Joel wasn’t much of a talker. You had known him for five months now and he’s saved your ass more times than you can count. He was initially supposed to be taking you to Salem to meet with the fireflies, but things didn’t exactly go to plan so now you were both heading for Wyoming to see Joel’s brother, an ex-firefly who may know where they are. He was pretty closed off and probably would prefer not to listen to your yapping, but you both formed some sort of a bond over the last couple months. And to be honest, you don’t know what you’d do without him.

His broad shoulders moved a little with each breath he took, but you could tell he wasn’t sleeping. Five months on the road together meant you could practically read him like a book. The ache between your thighs was almost unbearable now. You did try and elevate the ache with your hand earlier when Joel turned around, but every time it started to feel good, it slipped away and just made you even more frustrated. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Joel?” you whispered. He didn’t answer but his shoulders tensed a little at your voice. You knew he was awake and probably just pretending he was asleep so he didn’t have to listen to you nagging him.

“Joel,” you said again, not in a whisper anymore.

“What?” he snapped out. Not bothering to turn around. Normally, the snap in his voice would make you wince, but right now you just needed someone to help you out.“I.. i don’t feel good.”

You don’t feel good? What the fuck did you say that for. God, you shouldn’t have opened your mouth at all in the first place. You were going to sound so goddamn stupid.

He turned around at that, rolling onto his other side to face you. It was too dark in the tent to his face, but you could see the curve of his jaw and the bump of his noise.

God, this man was so sexy right now.

He leaned over and switched on the battery powered lantern to see you better. He actually looked concerned. Fuck, you shouldn’t have said that. He’s probably gonna think you’re infected or something.

“What d’ya mean ya don’t feel good?”

“Uh..” you paused. What were you meant to say now? Oh yeah Joel, I am so fucking horny right now, can you fuck me to make me feel better? God, this was humiliating.

He sat up in his sleeping bag and twisted his body to watch you properly. “What kid? Spit it out, some of us actually wanna sleep tonight.”“I just feel weird- like my body- uhm.. between my legs.”

He was quiet for a beat, looking at you like his brain couldn’t register that you actually said that to him. His hand came up to his face and ran down it exhaustively.

You chewed on your bottom lip, afraid to say anything in case you made this incredibly embarrassing situation any worse. You just sat up and brought your knees to your chest, tucking them under your chin, pressing them together for obvious reasons.

“Christ,” he muttered. “Why’r ya tellin’ me this, for god sakes.” Your cheeks burned and you refused his gaze. God, you felt like a stupid kid. This was humiliating.

“Just.. thought you could help me..”

“Jesus..” he said, switching the lantern off and laying back down. He turned over on his side, facing away from you once again. But, this time he scooted further away from you, as if you’d pounce on him if he was any closer to you.

You felt humiliated. If a clicker came along right now, you would gladly hand yourself to it. But still, as if the embarrassment wasn’t enough, your panties were still damp and your clit pretty much had a heartbeat of its own. You squirmed around in the sleeping bag, trying to find a position that was more comfortable in your.. situation, but nothing worked. Before you could stop yourself, a soft whimper escaped your mouth from frustration of how badly you ached. Joel stilled and so did you.

“What the fuck was that?” He said, turning over again, his voice etched with frustration that made your cheeks once again, burn. You opened your mouth and tried to find the words to respond that didn’t make you look like a complete fool. “I uhm..”

“Listen, I ain’t your fuckin’ boyfriend. You’re cargo. I didn’t take you to show you how to finger yourself. Either get out of tent and get yourself off, or go to sleep.”

If you were feeling any other way, his harshness would probably make your throat tighten. But right now, the way he was speaking to you made you want him to do unholy things to you. You stomach fluttered and you clenched around nothing. This was pathetic.

“I just- please Joel, I don’t know what else to do, I can’t just.. get myself off, I don’t know how.” You whined.

“You’re- what? Jesus girl, your twenty somethin’ years- anyway, doesn’t matter it ain’t my problem. You’re a big girl, figure it out.” He barked. You could hear his sleeping back rustle as he brought it up higher over him, as if to shield himself from this conversation.

“Joel, please! It aches, it has all day. I promise I won’t ask for anything else- you don’t even have to touch me-just tell me how and then we can go to sleep I promise.” You babbled out sitting up and crawling over to the lantern to turn it on. You sat back on your hunches, watching Joel squint from the sudden invasion of his eyes.

“Fuck- fine, fine! But this ain’t gonna be a..” he gestured between you both. “-a thing, between us. I’ll help ya with this but that’s it then, no more.” He said settling on his back and running both hands over his face.

Your eye’s widened. Sure you wanted this, but you didn’t expect him to actually agree. “Yeah- yeah I promise, just this once I swear.”

He huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Alright then uh- lay back down and take your pants off.” He said, keeping his gaze at the roof of the tent. You lay back against the sleeping bag and took your jeans and soaked-through panties off with the kind of urgency that would be embarrassing if you weren’t so fucking turned on. You settled back comfortably on your back and tried to control your breating, your heart thrumming in your ears. “Okay, open your legs and dip your middle finger through your slit- bring it to your clit.”

A confused expression formed on your face and you turned your face toward him, questioning without speaking. “‘S a lil bump at the top, it’ll make ya feel good.” He said, closing his eyes as if that will make this highly inappropriate situation with a girl young enough to be his daughter any better. You did as he said, dipping your middle finger through your folds and coating them in your slick. You let out a shuddering breath as you dragged it up to that bundle of untouched nerves at the top of your slit. “Okay-,” you said, waiting for your next instruction.

“Then, start circling it, nice n slow. Put a little pressure down on it.” He said, but now with a slight rasp in his voice. You twisted your head a little to get a look at him. He was shuffling around a little in the sleeping bag, adjusting himself. Was he getting off on this?

You, nonetheless did as he told you. You pressed down slightly on your clit, eliciting a gasp from you. You gave yourself a second to get used to it before starting to circle, nice and slow just like Joel instructed.

Your fingers moved clumsily at first, but you eventually got the hang of it. Your hips bucked up uncontrollably into your hand, seeking more friction as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Joel,” you whimpered.

“What is it? It hurt?” He said in a surprisingly soft coo-like rasp. But there was still an under lying annoyance. It made your body heat up and your lips part in another moan.

“A little, but feels good.”

He nodded. “S’okay, just the build. You’re doin’ fine.”

You cried out suddenly, your pace on your clit quickening rapidly, causing more arousal to drip from your weeping hole.

“F-fuck..”

“Yeah?” He mumbled.

“Ye-ah, gonna come..”

Joel face screwed up, his composure slipping away. The way you bucked your hips up, the way you called his name and the noises, fuck the noises.. it was too much. The voice in his head was screaming at him to control himself, but his throbbing cock had other plans. He shot up from his position, ignoring the ache in his back when he did.

You stilled your movements when he did, your hand trembling slightly. Your voice came out breathless and desperate. “What are you-,”

His body was over you before you could finish your sentence, pressing sloppy kisses to your mouth, his hand cradling your cheek. You quickly responded to his kisses, a whine clawing out of your parred lips. Your hands moved up to his neck, cupping it softly, your thumbs running over the patches of hair there.

He broke the kiss, but didn’t go far. His face hovered over yours and his uneven breath fanned over your face. “I need to know you’re sure you want this baby- eyes up here,” he said gripping your chin and forcing you to look him in his eyes. “I need you to use your words for me.”

You nodded, looking between his two eyes rapidly. “I want it-please- can’t wait any longer.”

That was all he needed.

He worked his flannel off, undoing each button eagerly and pushing it off his shoulders. You thought it was only fair you took off your shirt too, so you sat up a little and took your Henley top off, tossing it aside and unclasping your bra. By the time you were done, Joel’s cock was already out, the tip red and angry. It was your first time ever seeing a penis. You grew up an orphan in the QZ and were thrown out to fend for yourself by the time you were eighteen. You never got involved with anyone, too dangerous so it wasn’t like you had ever seen a real one except from a diagram when you were learning about penis anatomy in biology class. It was daunting to look at to say the least.

He was at least seven inches, heavy balls with a patch of dark hair around his cock and sack. You bit down on your lip and before your could stop yourself, your hand wrapped around the base. Joel groaned, dropping his head down to your forehead.

“Fuck baby girl, such a sweet girl.” He mumbled.

“Can you tell me what to do?” You whispered. Your voice would probably be incoherent if you both weren’t so close.

“You don’t have-,”

“But I want to.”

Joel froze, then leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Okay. Bring your hand to your mouth and get it nice ‘n wet.”

Your eyes dilated, your lip caught between your teeth. You brought your hand up to your mouth and gathered some saliva in your mouth, letting it drop down into your hand.

“Juustt like that baby, now just squeeze a little, stroke up and down.”

You nodded your head and brought your spit-slick hand back down to his cock and wrapped it around his shaft. You gave his cock a small, gentle squeeze as you stroked it once. A rumbling groan from Joel’s chest spurred you on, so you continued.

Joel’s hand covered yours, guiding your movements as his eyes fluttered closed. “Ah-fuck.. just like that honey, jerk my cock.”

Your lungs punched out a moan. Seeing him getting off like this was making your pussy drip like a goddamn faucet. Watching Joel’s face contort in pleasure was definitely something you never wanted to forget. The feeling of the soft skin of his hard cock in your hand felt better than any sex could.

He abruptly moved your hand off him and cupped your cheeks. His lips came to yours in a desperate kiss, firmer this time. His thumb stroked the apple of your cheek while you both kissed. “You haven’t done this before?” He mumbled against your lips.

You pulled back and shook your head. “No.. but I’m ready.” You said, breathlessly, hands clinging to his biceps. You could see slight hesitation in his expression, but nonetheless, his hand trailed down to your pussy, lightly testing the waters. His middle finger pressed down on your quivering hole, checking to see how ready you were.

“Fuck baby girl, she’s just cryin’ f’me ain’t she? Just needs some lovin’,”

“Mhm.. needs you..”

“Yeah well, we gotta get her ready first, don’t wanna hurt ya honey. Gonna just use my fingers first and then I’ll give ya the real thing, promise.”

“Okay.” You breathed out.

Joel eased his fingers into your untouched hole, but got two in easily from how soaked you were all day. At first it felt a little strange- not painful just.. foreign. But as soon as he was knuckles deep, curling them up with his thumb on your clit, pleasure easily started taking over. At first, an overwhelmed moan left your mouth, but Joel quickly soothed you with his words and gentle kisses on your face.

“That’s it baby, just breath through it.”

“Doin’ so well baby.”

“Just feel it honey, feel my fingers hittin’ that little spot.”

Overstimulated and aching for release, you cried out his name, clinging to his biceps as you bucked your hips up into his hand. “Yes, yes- thank you j-oel- ah!” The coil in your belly was building rapidly and intensified with every thrust of his fingers pressing against your g-spot and every circle on your clit.

“Come on baby, give it to me. You gonna make a mess for me?” He rumbled into your ear. You were so fucked out that you could barely concentrate on what he was saying. Before you knew it, you were crying out, tears streaming down your face as you experienced your first orgasm. Your pussy rippled and clenched around Joel’s fingers as you collapsed into the sleeping bag. Chest heaving.

“There you go baby. Did so well.” He cooed, lips trailing from your neck down to your breast. Joel caught a peak in his mouth and sucked gently on it. The feeling caught you off guard, who knew someone sucking on your nipple could feel so good. You could feel a drop of arousal dribble out of your overstimmed hole. “Joel..” you called, hands in his hair.

“Mmm? Can you handle more? You don’t gotta do nothin’ you’re not comfortable with sweet girl.”

“No-no I want it-please Joel.” You responded eagerly. The thought of him not being inside you in the next two minutes made you crazy. A rare smirk formed on Joel’s face as he leaned down to kiss you gently.

“I know that’s right.” He mumbled, lips brushing yours gently as he gripped his cock in one hand. The tip of him brushed your clit, making you shiver.

Joel’s voice was gentle as he pushed inside, his fat tip stretching you deliciously. The feeling was overwhelming to say the least, but you felt that you would die if he stopped. He distracted you from the burn with sweet kisses and before you knew it, he was balls deep. When the realisation hit you, you cried out, dropping your head back against your pack in which you were using as a pillow. It was so much better than his fingers. Joel groaned pressing his face into your neck as he started to thrust in and out.

The thrusts were slow, more of a grind than anything, but he was so deep his tip kissing that spot so well. Your hands scrambled around his neck, pulling his chest flush to yours.

“Feel so.. full Joel.”

“That’s right honey. Stuffed up huh?”

At that he pulled back, looking at where you were both joined. Watching how he stretched you. “Ohhh biiig stretch baby. ‘M so proud of you.”

“I love being stretched for you.. so much joel.” You said, a sob escaping your plush lips as he thrusted in deeply.

Something snapped in Joel when you said it. Whatever it was, it made him throw his head back, both hands gripping your belly as he picked up the pace just slightly.

“Ohhh.. baby girl.” He groaned out head now falling forward. With each thrust a bulge formed in your belly. It caused Joel to use one of his hands to trace the outline of him.

“You feel me right there honey? Feel how perfect we fit?” He said, other hand travelling down your belly to your clit and circling it.

That was it.

In a matter of seconds you were falling apart, thighs shaking, tent filling with the sounds of your sobs and cries. White flashes clouded your vision and with one big clench, you soaked his cock.

This seemed to push joel over the edge because he was now not just grunting and groaning, but moaning your name. The feeling was euphoric. Joel pulled out, his hand reaching for his cock to finish on your belly. Before his hand could wrap around you grabbed his hand, pushing it away.

“What-,”

Before he could finish, you had him rolled over. You were straddling his lap with a dizzy head from the orgasm you literally just had. You crawled down his body and settled between his legs. It’s not like you exactly knew what you were doing, but all you knew was that you wanted to give him the same attention he gave you.

“Oh baby..” he said in more of a whine than anything. “You don’t gotta do that honey, you’re exhausted.”

“Please let me.” You said softly, puppy dog eyes looking directly up at joel as you held his member in your hand and kitten licked it, eliciting a groan from him. “Please daddy.”

That was it, joel pushed your head down, not hard, just hard enough that your mouth wrapped around his cock. His hips stuttered and he came in your mouth. All from hearing you call him daddy. Thick ropes of cum coated your tongue, your taste buds memorising the taste of him. Joel’s head thumped back as he came, an: “ohhh,” sound coming out of his parted lips.

You had a feeling this wasn’t going to be a one time thing.