“What’d I tell ya about messin’ with my customers?” Joel grunted into your ear.

He’s terribly close. Too close that the two of you had ultimately amalgamated into one single being, with a sole purpose, which was to reach a state of pleasure so good that you’d forget about the present and the past. You could feel his adrenaline-paced breathing, warm puffs of air against your ear as he continued burying himself deep inside. Too deep that you could feel his patch of coarse hair grazing your backside everytime he bottomed out.

“Not to mess with ‘em,” you could barely make out an answer, when all you could think of was cock cock cock!

“Such a dumb girl. Couldn’t think straight when she sees a bunch of potential cocks to fill her hole,” his masculine voice left an imprint on the back of your head, a twinge of humiliation manifested itself into a pool of arousal between your legs. “You’d like those men to stuff your hole full, hm?”

You could feel the outer skin of his cock being pulled back by your gripping walls everytime he pushed his first load back into you. He’s gone entirely rogue, enough that he’d entertain the idea of fucking you full of his pearly cum when he wasn’t too fond of the possible outcome. Perhaps you’ve actually gone too far this time with your teasing.

“No, sir!” you squeaked out. “Only you?”

“Only me? You sure of that?” he hummed non committedly. “Have I fucked my pretty girl enough to teach her well?”

dbf!joel acting all cocky and shit when you asked him whether he's an experienced man or not. then proceeded to tell you of one of his endeavors with that shit-eating grin of his.

dbf!joel who acted all high and mighty when you asked him whether he could help you release some pent up stress

dbf!joel who's the same man whose been perving up on you, looking through the persistent small gap of your room at the late hours of the night, pocketing your panties from the laundry line and sniffing 'em at night to stroke his cock

dbf!joel who couldn’t take it anymore when you decided that the next best place to take off stress was on the vibrating washing machine

dbf!joel who practically drooled at the sight of your tiny little panties printing wet marks atop the white machine, wet pussy too desperate to cum

dbf!joel who took hold of your hip from behind and rutted his throbbing confined cock against the crack of your ass

dbf!joel who warned you that your old man could walk in any minute and see how slutty of a daughter he had. "i ain't never seen a sluttier girl than you.. never seen a real cock before, eh?"

dbf!joel who stuffed your needy, sloppy cunt with his uncut cock, stuffing you to the very edge until you're toppled over the washing machine. "you gonna keep all of me inside you like a good girl, are ya?

dbf!joel who whispered for you not to cum and instead act like a good bank for his load

dbf!joel who let his thick cum dribble down your thighs as he urge for you to continue doing laundry

You’ve always known that you don’t exactly have the luckiest of luck. The universe was constantly on your tail, watching your every move, waiting for you to create a gap where they could slide misfortune and tragedy in. But you’ve managed well, dealt with it each time with a strong look on your face. This time was different, because you couldn’t even look your source of problem in the eye right now. Not when you just had your father’s best friend walk in, bowl of fruit on his hand and innocent brown eyes, on you dressed like a goddamn stripper.

“Mr. Miller, I don’t- my.. my tummy looks weird in this position.”

You’re sure he’s going to flee, going to talk about it with his drinking buddies about how disgusting your back looks in the skimpy outfit. The thing is.. you’ve never felt confident in your own skin. It’s hard to visualize yourself as a sexual being when your type of body is constantly shamed, only the nicer parts glorified. But he didn’t. Mr. Miller didn’t do any of the things you predicted and instead just sheepishly asked what you were doing, wondering if he could help.

“No it doesn’t, bun,” Mr. Miller muttered gruffly from behind you. His calloused finger running from your collarbone, down your rounded breasts (not forgetting to tweak each nipple to spite your reaction), on to where you’re most insecure of. He didn’t care one bit, just continued his little trip onto your throbbing slit. He pulled the skimpy line of your adorable bunny cosplay out of its place, chuckling softly onto the skin of your back. “You look pretty.”

“Gonna let me help you out, bun?” he gently fixed your lopsided bunny ears. “I don’t wanna hear you talk crap about this body.”

You could only manage a curt nod and his fingers lowered once more, brushing against that one bundle of nerves. You squeaked an embarrassing tone. He’s kind enough to soothe the sudden stimulation by repeating the motion. Small circle down the hood of your clit. It’s the first time you’ve ever had a man do something right for once and to your shame, it’s Mr. Miller. It’s the man who’s seen you through your awkward early twenties, the man who’s seen you drenched in salt water after a fishing trip - he knew your ins and outs way more than you’d like.

pornstar!joel miller genuinely thinks that it's like sedating a prey. once his fingers are inside your mouth, he'd look you in the eye to watch how wide and glossy your pupils get. his thick fingers would infiltrate your mind and turn you dumb! he'd then use it as a learning tool for teaching you how to [redacted].