joel’s housewife
joel miller x innocent! reader, 18+ mdni, legal age gap between reader and joel (reader in early 20s, joel is 61). joel calls himself daddy. joel calls you mama because he's going to make sure youre pregnant after your wedding night. requests are open joel x dumb gf (similar)
oh to be joel’s younger wife, all sweet and innocent and demure in jackson until he sets his eyes on you. you’ve always kept to yourself, been taught that a woman’s flower is for her husband. and so you’ve sat out dating in the mess of jackson until you find “the one.”
and so when joel sets his eyes on you, you’re untouched and pure as a lily. and he’s no prince charming, but he comes in with a heady allure that you can’t say no to. even if he is older. 61 and you don’t even know if he can fuck you, but what do you know about fucking anyway?
he takes you to your shared bedroom in your wedding night, his cock hard and heavy, your cunt drooling, desperate.
and god your virgin cunt is so tight as he pushes in on the wedding night, the moonlight fading in through your lace curtains.
it squeezes his cock, you let out a cry as you’re impaled, each centimetre, millimetre painful for you as he goes in. but god is he going to push all the way in, take what’s his. have his goddamn wife.
“ milkin’ me, ain’t you?” he growls into you, and you can do nothing but moan and whine as he pushes in another inch. “ no, i swear.” you shake your head, or try to, with the sweat making your hair stick to your forehead, “ i’ll only take what you give me, never ask for more.”
and he laughs, watching your eyes roll back in pleasure as he bottoms out, his pubic hair grazing against your clit, making your legs jerk in a pathetic way. you’re twitching with overstimulation, and he keeps on going, this is his wedding night, he’s going to make it stick, until his cock is imprinted into your cunt.
“ milks me so well, doesn’t she, slut?” and it only takes a pathetic few rubs at your clit for you to come on his cock, gushing and sticky around him. you squeeze him so tight, he swears he can see stars, and he paints your insides with thick ropes of his cum, “ think y’good for something else too.”
and then he grabs your hair and pulls you up, your eyelids fluttering, “ ah-a-always good for you, joel.” you slur, desperate to please. a woman must please her husband, that’s another thing you’ve been taught.
he laughs, and he keeps his hand in your hair, “ cockdumb and still remembers to be sweet, y’a keeper, y’know that?”
you smile as he praises you, your clit twitching pitifully again. he notices, he notices.
“ be a mama for me right, carry my babies won’t you?” he pats your stomach, before frowning “ y’think it stuck?” he asks.
“ i don’t, i don’t know joel.” you say, shivering, maybe it did? what do you know about fucking anyway.
“ i don’t know either.” he smiles, because it might not have stuck, who knows if he can do it anyway, “ but can you milk my cock again, do it for daddy, f’me?”
you’ll milk his cock however many times to make it stick.
endnotes: yeah i don't know what this is....um. wish fullfilment i guess.
