#dad!joel

the smell of cinnamon and cedar filled your nostrils, the comforting sound of silence filling the room as sarah finally drifted off to sleep.

two years old, when did that happen?

it felt like just yesterday that you and joel were clutching that damn pee stick like a lifeline. just yesterday that you held your beautiful baby girl in your arms for the very first time.

and it was beautiful really — the life the three of you shared. if you’d asked your teenage self about whether she wanted children or not, she probably would’ve laughed in your face.

sarah wasn’t necessarily planned as such — you and joel were only married a year and had planned to stay childless for another while, but goddamn if she wasn’t the most wanted surprise you’d had in a while.

and nights like these just made it so worth it.

christmas eve.

you and joel always played santa for her ever since she was a baby, but this year she actually understood to a certain extent the concept of santa clause — so it made things a little extra special.

and the best part of all?

joel dressed up.

after multiple weeks of hard no’s about dressing up, he’d finally agreed to shake off the scrooge act for the sake of your daughter.

but right now, you weren’t really thinking about the cuteness of sarah’s excitement about santa casually sitting in the living room.

you were more thinking about how much fun this costume really could be if the two of you put your minds to it.

you huffed as you reached the last step of the stairs, the puff of air not exasperated though — more relief than anything. that tonight — the night you’d planning so special for your baby girl every day for the past year actually went well.

joel sat slouched on the couch, a cookie in hand — one of the ones sarah had left out for santa clause.

and he was still in the santa suit.

you seriously had stooped this low, hadn’t you? this man could wear a trash bag and you’d still wind up drooling over the way his biceps looked.

his red, soft, costume pant clad legs were spread comfortably, his belt stretched across his hips beautifully despite the obnoxious gold buckle courtesy of good old saint nic.

and of course, you couldn’t forget about the santa hat.

he looked ridiculous — any sane person would think.

“she’s asleep,” you say, walking toward joel slowly. “seems to really like the grinch, good call.”

“mm,” joel hums, mouth still full of cookie. “and you said it would a bad influence.”

you giggle, stopping in front of him, standing between both of his thighs. “shut up, i was trying to be like those perfect, beige-y moms on tiktok. they said it could encourage bad behaviour, or something like that.” you shuffle your way onto his lap, your legs straddling either side of his solid thighs. you wait for him to swallow the rest of the treat before leaning in, pressing a slightly heated kiss to his lips, one that told him you wanted a little more than some playful banter and quick pecks of his lips.

joel groans into your mouth, slightly caught off guard from the sudden heat of your mouth on his. he kisses you back all the same, his hands squeezing your hips ever so gently when you tease the tip of his tongue with your own.

you pull back, a playful, satisfied hum following as both your hands fiddle with his collar. joel licks his lips, savouring the taste of you on them before he speaks up.

a crooked looking smirk appears on his face, one that he reserved solely for the people he loves — that being you and sarah. “what ya tryin’ t’get into, darlin’, hm? actin’ real touchy.” he asks, his tone mischievous as he poked your side.

“mmm..” you hum as if deciding what you were about to say. “just like your little get up, mr clause. s’kinda sexy, y’know?”

joel raises his eyebrows, one of his hands sliding down to your thigh as you shifted your hips ever so slightly.

now, joel knew he’d married a dirty girl. a very dirty girl at that. and maybe he had corrupted you a little bit ever since the two of you met, but still, he didn’t expect this from you. he knew you liked Christmas, but it never entered his head that you liked it to this extent.

“yeah? really?” he chuckles, slightly caught off guard. “santa clause?”

you shrug, giving your hips an experimental rock, the costumes belt buckle situated directly underneath your mound, the solid metal feeing satisfying considering you were only wearing a thin pair of pyjama bottoms and no panties. “just.. think you look sexy,” you say, letting out a shaky breath as you grind your hips again, watching joel’s head tip back against the couch. “and it’s sweet, for sarah. i love you so much, baby.” you whisper, leaning down to rest your forehead against his.

joel responds to you with a slow kiss — no less hungry, but a little more intimate. “i love you too, baby girl. love our lil family — m’girls.” he says as he pulled back. you look down as you feel a twitching sensation beneath your butt, the feeling going straight to your core.

joel tips your chin up gently, his eyes filled with lust. “you keep those eyes up here, honey. you just grind on me a little, hm? show me how much ya like me like this.”

“yeah,” you gasped, setting a steady rhythm of dry humping joel’s belt buckle. clearly the sensation of your butt grinding against his bulge as your clothed pussy had it’s way with his belt had joel straining in his pants. you felt it, poking you a little uncomfortably. you felt a sense of pride wash over you at how quickly you could get him hard. it was remarkable really. “feels so good, joel. s’making my pussy so wet for you.” you whine.

“yeah, that’s it. fuckin’ ride m’belt, baby.” joel grits, roughly grabbing one of your cheeks to pull your lips to his. his other hand removes itself from its previous position, heading down to grab a handful of your ass cheek, the soft, loose material making your butt feel even plumper. “just grindin’ that pussy, hm? dirty girl.”

you half chuckle, half moan, clutching joel’s biceps as you lowered your mouth toward his ear. “am i on your naughty or nice list, santa?” you giggle.

joel groans as he feels his tip squeeze out a bead of precum to slightly coat his boxers in. god, you drove him fucking crazy. the way you were dry riding him like this was fucking dangerous and you knew it. all joel could think about was keeping from cumming in his damn pants.

your teeth slightly graze his ear lobe as he lands a hard slap on your butt cheek, feeling your skin slightly jiggle beneath his touch. “y’gonna be f’ya keep this up.”

you pull back with a pout, deliberately pushing your ass hard into his covered cock, practically feeling the sharp hiss of air he took in.

since sarah was born, it was sometimes hard finding the time to be intimate with joel, so when you did find the time, joel was always so hellbent on making sure he was the one taking care of you instead of the other way around.

and you appreciated — hell, you fucking loved it. most of your friends partners didn’t even know how to make them cum, never mind focusing on their pleasure.

but it wasn’t fair on him. sure, if felt good for him, but you wanted to make him feel special every once in a while — looked after even. and you did miss the taste and feeling of his cock in your mouth embarrassingly much.

and what better way to do it than in a santa suit?

“okay, baby.” you chirp, standing up from his lap and dropping to your knees between his legs, looking up at him expectantly.

joel’s cheeks flushed a little but he kept his composure with a hand reaching down to cup your jaw. “whatcha doin’ down there, honey?” he asks in an obvious tone.

you smile a little devilishly, reaching up to tease your hand along his belt buckle before undoing it with a smooth sounding clack. you pull the belt out of the loops in his pants, tossing it aside on the couch to be forgotten about as you pulled his pants and boxers down without warning.

“seeing if i can work my way onto the nice list.” you reply casually, taking his hard, aching length into your hand and giving it a long stroke, feeling the exceptional vein that decorated his base pulse beneath your touch.

joel let’s out a soft moan, his thumb stroking the soft skin of your face as you set a steady up-and-down rhythm of stroking his cock. “yeah well.. f’ya keep that up you’ll have a pretty good chance at it, baby girl. you just keep stroking that cock honey, just like that. spit on the tip a lil.”

you feel your cunt grow slicker from the rasp of your husbands voice. this was what you loved about joel. the way he could still be so dominating verbally while being the one receiving from you. you follow his orders, allowing a glob of saliva to fall from your parted mouth, watching the slimy-ish residue trickle down his shaft.

he looked so masculine like this — even if he was dressed up like a jolly, fat man. you continued stroking while you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his tip before wrapping your lips around his head — suckling gently.

joel grits his teeth, nodding to himself and bringing his hand to your hair. you hear him mumble to himself something you couldnt make out, but whatever it was, it encouraged you to take more.

you slid your mouth down his shaft, covering your teeth with your tongue and whining around the harsh stretch of his manhood.

you’d missed this so fucking much and you had a feeling he did too.

“ah — fuck, there ya go. there ya fuckin’ go. just bob up n’down.” he tangles his hand in your hair, keeping a slightly harsh grip on it as you follow his orders. his cock hits your gag reflex as you start bobbing on it, making you sputter around him. the feeling only heightens your pleasure though.

you bring that hand that was on his base down to cup those heavy balls of his, using your fingers to fondle them gently since you know how much he likes that.

you reach up fumbling around on the couch to find his hand. you pull yourself off his slick dick, looking up at him with glassy, lustful eyes. “wanna hold your hand.”

joel’s eyes soften momentarily, his hand reaching down to intertwine with your own. you smile bashfully, kitten licking his tip to catch your breath and continuing the toying you were doing with his sack.

his thumb brushes the back of your hand delicately, the air in the room relaxing a little more. “so sweet, honey. y’makin’ me feel real good.”

“mmm,” you hum softly, sending a small glob of spit down to Joel’s pulsing head. “i love you.”

joel groans at the sensation, his hand that was previously gripping your hair going up to remove the santa hat from his head, bringing it down and placing it on top of yours. “i love ya too, mr’s clause. now c’mon, show me how much you’ve missed this cock in your mouth.”

and you do, maybe a little too enthusiastically as when you took almost his whole cock down your throat, you gagged around his dramatically — the convulsing of your throat makinv joel loose all power in his neck, forcing him to toss his head back.

his hand goes back to it’s position on your head, loosely gripping the christmas hat on your head to control the use of your mouth. he holds you still, his hips lifting off the couch as he starts to fuck your mouth roughly, seemingly loosing all self control.

“fuck, honey,” he moans, watching as you kneel in place, clumsily massaging his balls as string after string of saliva falls from your drooling mouth, making a mess of his neatly trimmed pubic hair. “lettin’ me fuck this throat, huh? won’t even need a fuckin’ christmas gift at this rate. just lettin’ me creampie this pretty mouth’ll be enough f’me.”

and he just sounds so fucking desperate too, doesn’t he? his lust and arousal is palpable, making your own cunt practically leak like a faucet into the soft cotton of your pyjama pants.

your throat hurts now, your jaw aching as you allow your husband to use your mouth like this, his balls now pounding against your chin so hard that it was almost impossible to fondle them the way you were previously.

your moan a garbled “fuck,” around his length, your eyes fluttering shut as you anticipate the load to follow. it was so intense that tears were pouring down your face.

joel groans animalisticly as he feels a building pressure in his abdomen, his balls starting to thump and draw up from the convulsing of your throat when sped his thrusts up even more — if that was possible. “this what ya needed, huh? needed me to fuck your face like a dirty girl. ya didn’t want that sweet stuff tonight — oh no, not my girl. you wanted me to fuck ya like this, hm?”

you nod the best you could, the bauble on the santa falling over your eyes as joel’s tip starts to pulse uncontrollably, thick, creamy ropes of cum spurting directly down your throat without any warning.

“fuck — oh, fuck!” he practically whines, his face screwing up as he hides it in his shoulder, biting down on the flesh there to keep himself from screaming.

you pull yourself off his cock, holding the substance in your mouth to savour the taste before swallowing it down in one, looking up at joel pathetically.

you looked a mess. your hair was damp with sweat, chin and throat ruined with saliva and cheeks destroyed with tears of overstimulation. but yet, you still allowed the satisfied smile to cross your lips.

you think you might have made your way back onto the nice list.

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You sat behind Joel on the horse, your arms wrapped around his middle, chin resting in his shoulder. You had been riding for an hour already but he wouldn't say a word other than he was taking you somewhere because you two hadn't had a proper daddy-daughter date in a while.

"Dad, c'mon you gotta tell me where we're going." You whined.

"I told ya already, it's a surprise."

"I hate surprises." You huffed, a small pout on your lips that you hoped was gonna change his mind. He didn't.

"You're gonna like this one, baby. I promise." His eyes went back on the trail, a smug smile on his face that told you he was enjoying your impatiance.

"You're gonna like this one, baby. I promise." You mumbled under your breath, your tone high piched and mocking.

"Hey. Watch it." He responded, trying to sound threatening even though there was no bite in his tone.

Another hour passed in a comfortable silence, only broken by the sound of birds chipping and the horse's hooves on the ground.

"Feels like we've been riding for days." You huffed dramatically.

"It's only been two hours."

"Two hours too long."

"You keep complaining and i'll turn the damn horse around."

You gasped, feigning offence "You wouldn't dare."

"You're right. I wouldn't."

Ten minutes later the trail started opening up, sunlight breaking through and hitting you and Joel for the first time since you set out. "Alright. Close your eyes."

You obeyed without complaining. The horse slowed to a stop before you heard the soft thud of Joel's boots hitting the ground "Grab my hands and i'll help you off." He streched his hands in your direction.

You reached for his hands and then carefully swung one of your legs over the horse before sliding down into his steady grasp.

"Just a little longer." He stepped behind you and covered your eyes with his palms before guiding you foward. The air smelled sweeter here, the wind carrying something floral, which made you even more eager. You loved flowers.

"You can look now." Joel removed his hands from your eyes your breath caught in your throat.

A wildflower field displayed in front of you– pink, purple, white and yellow delicate bossoms swayed softly under the soft spring wind. In the distance you could see the mountains, their snow-covered peaks glowing under the sun.

"Dad..." You trailed off, unable to look away from the delicate flowers. "This is so beautiful."

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, placing a kiss on your shoulder before resting his chin there. "We haven't had a day to ourselves in a while. Figured you'd like this.."

You turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck as you repeatedly kissed his face. "Thank you, thank you. I love it."

He pressed his lips against yours, then crouched down to pull a blanket from his pack. He spreaded it on the floor, then set down a container with cookies, two sandwiches and fresh raspberries–your favorite.

"I know I've been busy working lately so this is me making it up to you."

He sat down first, spreading his legs so you could settle between them. Handing Joel a sandwich, you took your own before leaning back against his chest.

"I'm gonna grab some flowers and take them home later." You spoke between bites.

Joel nodded, "Sure, I got a vase somewhere. We can put them in the bedroom or in living room."

"I was thinking about drying them, actually. We can frame them and hang them up. I'll put one in your workshop so you'll always think of me."

"I'm already thinking of you all the time." He brushed some of the crumbs you had on the corner of your mouth and you kissed the pad of his thumb.

When you finished, you rose and wandered towards the field. Joel's hand immediately found his rifle. He knew the area was clear–he'd come here two days before to make sure there weren't any infected or raiders– but still. He was always alert whenever you weren't in his immediate reach.

The hem of your dress fluttered in the breeze, letting joel get a glimpse of your panties– the baby white cotton with small patterned flowers. He whistled at you.

"Dad! You're such a perv!."

"Should've covered up if you didn't want me looking."

You chuckled before going back to picking flowers, bending just a little more than necessary to give him a show. You walked back with your hands full of flowers, settling in his lap this time. You placed the flowers by Joel's backpack and he picked up one to tuck it behind your ear.

"You're so pretty, baby. Sometimes I can't believe you actually came from me."

You giggled, nuzzling your cheek against his hand. Your dad was always complimeting you. You grew up hearing you were the most beautiful little girl in the world–he still thought you were, the only thing that changed was that now his compliments were a lot more sexual sometimes.

He placed both hands on your face and kissed you, slow at first, but tangled your fingers in his head, pulling him closer to you. His hands moved to your waist and wrapped your legs around his him. You ground against him with small rocks of your hips, making groan into the kiss.

He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he pressed his forehead against yours. "Wow... Slow down, baby."

You just smirked, brushing your lips against his. "Why? I thought you liked it when I did this."

His grip on you tightened, holding you still when you tried to move again. "I do like it. But i'm trying not to ruin our picnic."

You tilted your head, lips grazing his ear. "There's no one around, daddy. And I want you. I think i'm finally ready."

Joel froze for a second. It wasn't like you two hadn't touched each other before, he had taken it into his hands to teach you everything surrounding sex. He taught you how to please him with your mouth and had spent countless hours making you fall apart on his tongue and fingers until you couldn't even remember your name– but you never went all the way.

He cupped the back of your neck, making you look at him. "You sure, baby? You know I can wait for as long as you need."

"I'm sure, daddy. This place is beautiful. We can make this the best daddy-daughter date we've ever had."

The little restrain he had left cracked. He kissed you again, hungry this time, desperate, tongue and teeth clashing together. His grip loosened and you began to move again, rubbing your clothed clit over his growing hardness. Joel met your rythm with thrusts of his own.

His hands roamed your body, caressing your waist, hips, your thighs, your ass. He squeezed it before giving it a gentle pat to get your attention. "Lay down."

He helped you settle down on the blanket and he hovered over you, supporting himself on his forearms so he wouldn't crush you. He lowered his head and pressed open mouthed kisses on his neck.

He took his sweet time kissing his way down your body, he pulled your breasts out of your dress and took one hardened peak into his mouth, sucking and running his tongue through your it while his hand paid attention to the other. You arched your back into him, hands on his hair to keep him close while played with your tits.

He buchered up your dress to your waist and moved his mouth to your stomach and hips. He spreaded your legs and hooked his arms under your thighs. You bucked your hips up, trying to get some friction on your clit but he shook his head. "Daddy'll get to it."

You whined in respond, your lips forming a small pout. But Joel didn't relent and moved to kiss your inner thighs. He noticed the damp spot in your pretty pink panties. "Oh. Poor baby. She's soaking wet."

"Please, daddy. Need your mouth."

Joel used your hips to bring you closer to his mouth. He kissed through your panties, nuzzling his nose against your clit. "So pretty..." His teeth grazed your clothed nub, leaving a small bite that made you yelp.

He chuckled, warm breath ghosting over the wet fabric and making you shiver in anticipation. He hooked his fingers into your panties and slowly pulled down. He stuffed them into his back pocket and he leaned down, admiring your now bare cunt.

"Fuck, look at you. Making such a mess for your dad." He spreaded your folds with two fingers, covering them with your slick. You tried to close your legs from embarrasment, but his strong hands kept you open.

Then he finally gave you what you needed and licked a long stripe through your folds until he reached your puffy clit. Your head against the blanket. "F-Fuck– dad–"

"Mmm, taste so sweet, baby." He hummed, lips finally latching onto your clit and sucking while his tongue flickered over it.

Your hands tangled in his head once more, tugging and guiding him. He finally pushed two of his fingers inside, curling them just the way you liked and scizoring you open.

Your thighs trembled around his head, toes curling in your shoes. "Daddy, i'm gonna–" You were cut off as the orgasm crashed through you, your cries echoing through the field.

"That's it, baby." He helped you ride out your orgasm, licking every drop he could get until you started twitching from the overstimulation.

He pulled away, licking his lips before wipping the remains of your arousal off his beard with the back of his hand. He crawled up your body and settled between your legs again.

Your hands fumbled with his belt, the metalic click of it opening making your stomach twist with anticipation. Joel shoved his pants down just enough, his cock springing free–thick, flushed and already leaking pre-cum. It made your mouth water.

You sat on your knees, leaning in to press your lips against it. But Joel stopped you. "Not today, princess. Today's about you."

"But I wanna give him a kiss, daddy." You pouted, hand reaching out to cup his balls. "Please, daddy.

Joel's heart swelled. He could never get enough of how much you loved having his cock in your mouth. "Alright." He held the tip at your lips. "Give 'im a kiss."

You pressed a kiss to his tip and started kissing your way down to his balls. You took both of them into your mouth before sticking out your tongue and licking a long stripe up again. You eagerly opened your mouth and swirled your togue around it, tasting the salty yet tangy pre-cum. Joel's hands tightened in your head as he let out a low groan.

You placed your hands on his thighs and started taking more and more of him until your nose was pressed against his lower stomach. Your hands massaged his balls and you bobbed your head up and down, at the pace you knew drove him wild. He bucked his hips into your mouth, setting a gentle, steady pace.

Joel's head tipped back and he had to remind himself that he still had to fuck you and if he came he wouldn't be able to get it up until tomorrow. His fingers tangled in your head and he pulled you away from his cock, a small string of saliva connecting it to your lips. "Greedy little thing." He teased you, shaking his head. "You said a kiss."

"sorry, daddy." You said sheepishly.

"Lay down, baby." He placed his hand on your shoulder before pushing you back into the blanket.

He grabbed the base of his cock between his thumb and index finger, rubbing it against your slit and slapping it against your clit. "It might hurt at first."

You gave him a little nod. Joel was a big guy, learning to take him into your mouth had already been a struggle, you could only imagine how that strecht would feel in your pussy. But you craved it. You wanted to be impossibly close to him, feel every inch of the man who'd help to create you.

You squirmed, rubbing yourself against his cock. "It's okay, daddy." You reassure him. "I can take it."

Joel smiled. His girl. Always so sweet and brave. "You wanna help daddy put it in?" He said reaching for your hand and making it wrap around his cock.

His tip nudged your entrance and with the help of your hand he slowly pushed the tip in. Joel sighed, his free hand squeezing your hip to keep himself in control and not just shove himself completely.

Your free hand fisted the blanket underneath you, a pained whimpered leaving your lips.

"Oh, baby. I know." He cooed, leaning down so his chest was pressed against yours and he could rest his forehead against yours. "Deep breaths, baby."

"Keep going, daddy." You said in between shaky breaths, your voice barely audible.

One of his hands came up to caress your cheek as he slowly bucked his hips into you, feeding you inch by inch. "Just a little more, baby."

"Daddy..." You whimpered, your hands coming up to touch his back, your nails digging into it. "It hurts..."

"I know. Daddy's so sorry, but I promise it'll feel good." He pressed soft kisses to the side of your head, trying to ease you. He didn't want to hurt you but he knew it would be better for you if he just ripped off the bandaid. He buried himself to the hilt with a sharp thrust. He swore he could've finished right there and then.

You cried out, a few tears slipping down your face. He leaned down to kiss your tears, soft reassurances slipping through his lips. "Worst's over now. Just hold onto daddy, 'kay?"

He hugged you close to his body since you've always found comfort in, grinding his hips against yours so that his pubic hair tickled against your clit. You gasped at the sudden spark of pleasure, the pain from the strech subsiding with each passing second.

"Oh–daddy– that feels–" You moaned, his hips setting up a slow steady pace that hit your 'special spot', like dad called it, perfectly.

"Better than daddy's fingers, huh? You feel full, baby?"

It was taking everything in him not to flip you onto your stomach and fuck you the way he wanted to, hard and fast. But he could never do that to his baby girl, specially knowing you'd already be sore tomorrow after this.

"God, baby. You don't know how I thought about this." He murmurred, pulling back a little so he could press his hand against the bulge forming in your lower stomach. "See this? This is where I belong. You're all mine, always been and always will."

You nodded, your eyes blurry with tears from the overwhelming pleasure and the love you felt for your dad. He always made you feel so loved and wanted, there's no one you'd rather be doing this with. "All yours, daddy."

He pressed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as he felt you clench around his cock, the same way you did when you were about to cum on his fingers. "Cum for me, baby. Cum for me and daddy'll fill you up." He whispered against your lips.

Your back arched against him as you came hard, your pussy soaking and spasming around his cock as you came. It was probably the strongest orgasm you've ever experienced since Joel and you started playing with each other.

He let you ride it out with gentle thruts. But then he grabbed your hips tight enough to bruise and got rougher, each thrusts hitting deeper every time. "Fuck–gonna stuff you so full of my cum you'll fill me for days."

You felt his cock twitch and spam as he spilled inside you with a loud grunt, his body going limp above yours. Only when his cock went completely soft, he pulled out, watching his cum drip out of your used hole before pushing it back inside with his finger. He always thanked himself for having had a vasectomy before the world went to hell.

He pulled you up to sit you on his lap before kissing your forehead. "You took it so well, baby. Daddy's never been prouder."

"I love you." You said, still a bit breathless.

"I love you too." He shifted around a little so you could see the mountains and the flowers again. "Now let's just stay like this until we have to head back."

"I don’t wanna go."

Joel furrows his brows at your petulance and crosses his arms in front of his broad chest. You wrap your arms around your legs and dig your toes into the soft sofa cushions. It would be so easy to just stay on the couch all day and make Joel watch some shitty reality tv show with you.

"The doctor said twice a week minimum."

You huff and don’t meet his eye.

"Sweetheart?"

You can’t help it, your eyes flicker upwards at the pet name, and although Joel’s expression is stern, you detect gentleness, too.

"I just…I hate running."

Joel walks over to you and squats down in front of you, his face still almost the same height as yours. He wraps his fingers around your ankles and massages you gently with his thumbs.

"’N why’s that?"

You shrug, look away, rest your chin on your knees, look at Joel again. He’s waiting patiently for an answer.

"I’m not…you’ve never seen me do sports. I’m awful at it."

Joel hums, and presses a kiss to your knee.

"You’re not s’posed to run a marathon, baby, just get your lungs up to speed again."

Of course Joel Miller wouldn’t get it, not with a biceps and frame like his. There is no way he was ever picked last to be on a volleyball team. Or soccer. Or softball.

"It’s embarrassing," you admit, "I don’t want people to see me. And I really really hate it. It’s no fun at all, just makes me ache all over and feel like a...like a weakling or a grandma."

You words are childish and you know it. It’s not supposed to be fun, it’s supposed to expand the volume of your lungs again after a bad case of pneumonia struck you down during the summer. What you should do is grit your teeth and start training like any responsible adult, but you just can’t bring yourself to feel like you did at twelve years old, embarrassed for your chest to be aching so much sooner than anybody else’s while running. Joel’s eyes are watchful, and you sigh.

"Fine," you mumble, "fine, fine, fine, fine. I’ll fucking go run, and then proceed to feel bad about myself for three to four weeks."

But Joel’s hands are unrelenting and don’t slip from your ankles, don’t allow you to put your feet on the floor like you intended.

"Want me to come with you? ’M not as fit as I used to be either. You can laugh at me ’f ya want."

He’s so sweet about it, you almost smile, but the idea is still mortifying.

"I could never look you in the eye again if you saw me all sweaty and out of breath."

Joel cocks an eyebrow.

"I enjoy seein’ you sweaty and out of breath, kiddo."

There seems to be a palpable shift in the air between you, and your breath hitches slightly.

"I-that’s…it’s different."

You can tell Joel is slightly amused now, and the way he rubs your ankles seems to be with slightly more intent, a little more sensual than before.

"No difference at all, baby. ’S both cardio."

That makes you smile against your will, and Joel is visibly satisfied by your bad mood lifting.

"If it’s both cardio, why do I have to go running? Might as well…"

Your voice trails off. Even after all this time with Joel, all the filthy things he has had you say and do, you can’t bring yourself to call what you two do fucking, not in casual conversation.

Joel considers you for a moment, your propped up knees to keep the world at bay, your slightly pink cheeks, the petulant way your arms are crossed.

"Alright," he says, "no runnin’. But you’re doin’ all the work, baby, ’s not supposed to be a picnic."

You frown at him – you might enjoy getting on your knees for his pleasure whenever he wants you to, but you’ve never liked being on top – he calls you babydoll, doesn’t he? Might as well treat you like one.

"Your choice, kid."

You mumble something incoherent that Joel would chastise you for if he had caught it, then take a deep breath and nod.

"Fine," you agree, "but only if–"

"I don’t think you’re in any position to bargain, sweetheart. What d’you think the doctor’s gonna tell me if you’re still having problems at your next appointment, hm?"

He knows his words make your insides twist with want, you can see it in his eyes. The doctor wouldn’t tell Joel anything at all, and you both know it – but you enjoy this game just as much as Joel does, this play-pretending of him being more of a guardian than most people would deem morally right. Whenever you think about it too hard, the tingle in your stomach turns into guilt, but now, with Joel hovering over you, broad and sure and old enough to really be that guardian, you only feel the familiar flame of desire starting to lick at your insides. Joel clocks the way your legs shift slightly, and he smiles.

"There we go, sweetheart. You gonna talk back again?"

"No, Dad."

There it is, that name that would make anyone faint if they listened in. Already, you feel your stomach start to pull tight. Joel gets up and pushes your knees down gently, so that your feet are planted on the floor. You reluctantly obey his touch, still not entirely convinced of this plan. Still, you let him pull you to your feet, his eyes drifting over your form, half assessing, half hungry. You like the clothes you’re wearing, but they’re distinctly un-sporty. Lace and bows and buttons.

"Don’t look at me like that," you grumble, all of a sudden irrationally worried Joel is doing this to shape you into someone he deems more desirable, but his fingers under your chin are gentle when he lifts it up to have you look at him.

"You’re as pretty as they come," he says in that gentle way of his that simultaneously feels so stern, "’s not about looks, sweet girl. You gotta work those little lungs of yours, and when you’re all healthy again, we’ll find you a sport you enjoy, hm? I’ll take ya horseback ridin’, or swimming’. Whatever you’d like."

That thought cheers you up slightly. You don’t enjoy flying balls and angry teammates, but floating through nothingness on your own or having a horse let you guide it is something you think you can get behind. Much more than any of the things the doctor recommended.

"Okay," you agree, and finally you can’t hear that terrible attitude you were giving Joel in your voice anymore, finally you’re back to being the sweet girl he likes you to be. Your stomach flutters looking up into his warm face lined with wrinkles, both from sorrow and joy you never got to see, because you had not been born yet. The thought shouldn’t be arousing. This game you play isn’t really about pretending to be related, it’s not even about control or a discrepancy of power. It’s about a certain lack of conditions that comes with loving Joel, and him loving you. The way you’re able to let him hold your fears and worries for you, and trust him to turn them into something else.

"Up," Joel says softly, and you lift your arms, eyes not moving from his face as he starts to pull your top over your head. Even after all this time, you still get a little insecure whenever Joel sees you naked. You know he likes the way you look, he makes sure to tell you as often as possible, but there is a well of hate for your own body inside of you, fostered in your teenage years, that you never quite managed to get rid of. You think that every girl might feel like this, might be made to feel like it, as if this body isn’t what has carried you through your life for more than two decades now.

You once whispered your confession of insecurity into Joel’s ear, sitting on his lap not long after he first swept you off your feet, and his genuine surprise was more healing than any words of affirmation could have been, though he offered them to you more than willingly. Joel didn’t understand how you could hate something that was your home, your vessel, and this inherently and sweetly masculine naivety was what made you really question your outlook on yourself for the first time. That Joel could love your body simply because it was yours, that this mere fact was enough for him to groan and get hard whenever you blinked right and played with the shoulder-strap of your top – it felt so paternal. That night you called him that name for the first time, and there was the same surprise on his face, as he came so hard inside of you, you don’t know how he didn’t knock you up to this day.

After that it was an easy dynamic to sink into, you letting him take care of you, him reveling in the trust and intimacy. Nobody knew about it, or your relationship would have been picked apart even more than it already was. But here, on Joel’s couch, under Joel’s palms, you get to let all pretenses fall, and bare yourself to Joel in any way he’ll have you, just as much as he does for you.

So you let out a shaky breath when he smoothes his palms over your ribcage, his hands so large it feels like everything alive inside of you fits into them. You watch him smile when goose pimples erupt on your skin, always pleased by the effect he has on you. The tips of his fingers slip under the strap of your cotton bra, just to tease, just to hint at getting it off, but then he slides them down and over your hips.

"Let’s get this pretty skirt off, hm? ’S no outfit to work out in."

You move your head in agreement, something between a nod and a head-shake, and Joel pulls the fabric down and over your thighs, exposing your soft skin and panties. A twinge of insecurity twists your stomach, being so bare and exposed in front of a completely clothed Joel, who you’re sure never once had to struggle with how sporty he is. Not when his muscles are bulging like that, not when he seems to love how much you love his belly. You envy him for it, and wish he could transfer some of his security right into your veins. Until then, you’ll have to make do by borrowing it from him whenever he has you split on his cock, letting the doubts seep from your mind when he calls you pretty as you fall apart.

He unclasps your bra, slides down your panties and you step out of them, completely naked in front of him.

"Christ," he mumbles, "if ya didn’t need to exercise your lungs, I’d fuck you right into that couch."

You feel your cheeks heat up, and look down, which earns you a rumbly chuckle.

"Oh sweetheart, ’s just me. Don’t gotta be embarrassed."

"Okay," you say softly, meeting his eye again, "okay, Dad."

Joel’s pupils dilate just slightly.

"That’s right, angel," he mumbles, and moves to unclasp his belt, "’s just your old man. Just Dad."

It’s like you can feel yourself get wet in time with his words, watching him slide his jeans over his prominent bulge. He doesn’t take them off all the way, just enough to be able to pull himself out of his boxers and pump his fist over himself a couple of times.

"You know, kiddo, when you’re done with your workout, I’ll make us the biggest hot fudge sundae you’ve ever seen. ’S all about balance."

Your lips twitch with a smile, and Joel smiles back, sitting down on the sofa in front of you.

"Come on, sweetheart, the quicker you start, the sooner you’re done."

Your belly aches with want, and you wish he would just turn you around, press your head into the cushions and fuck you deeply, but his words make it more than clear that it’s not technically about your pleasure, at least not primarily. The softness in his eyes tells you it’s all part of the game, all part of a distraction from not wanting to let him see you work out, so when you sit down on his knee, your hands on his shoulders, it doesn’t feel embarrassing anymore. You swallow, waiting for Joel’s hands on your hips, but he just puts them behind his head, looking down at you expectantly.

"You waitin’ for somethin’?"

He always helps you. He always guides your movement, because he knows it shuts off your mind to know you’re doing it the way he likes. But he’s quiet now, watching you all relaxed and expectant. You swallow, and his eyes track the movement of your throat.

"You want me to help you?"

"Yes please, Dad" you say softly, feeling the muscles of his thigh contract against your core. Almost involuntarily, your hips twitch towards him. Joel hums, as if contemplating your request, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"I’ll talk you through it," he decides after a beat, "but you’re movin’ on your own, princess. ’S still a workout."

Your eyes are wide, but you don’t argue.

"Start movin’ your hips, sweetheart, gotta get you wet first. Any athlete knows to warm up first."

You clench at his words, the practical way he describes what you’re doing, and start rolling your hips against his thigh, the rough denim dragging deliciously against your clit. Joel’s cock twitches when a soft groan escapes your mouth, and he drags his eyes down your body.

"That’s good, baby, just like that. Don’t mind the spot, I’ll do the laundry later."

The fact that you’re ruining Joel’s jeans didn’t even cross your mind, you’re entirely focused on the feeling of him right under you, the tips of your fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Good job, baby, keep goin’."

Even though you’re moving on your own, it’s easier with Joel coaching you trough it, tracking your movement and encouraging you whenever he can sense your reluctance. You know you’re soaking his thigh, that he must surely be able to feel your heat and wetness even through the fabric, and the thought makes you move your hips a little more frantically, as your head droops towards Joel’s shoulder.

"Upright, baby, think of your posture," Joel says, though he sounds a little strained himself.

"Da-ad," you whine, "’m close."

"Hold it off, we ain’t done yet."

You could disobey him. Joel wouldn’t get angry, though he wouldn’t let you off the hook either, but something about the authoritative way he’s instructing you makes you incapable of going through with it. So you slow your hips, revel in his consequential praise, and wish he would kiss you. But you’re working out, not making out, so you look up at him expectantly, and he nods.

"Go ahead, sweetheart, sit on it."

You wrap your hand around his cock, red and hot and so hard, and move so that you’re kneeling over him, aligning your entrance with the tip. You stare right into his eyes when you sink down, and Joel smiles when he sees the way your brows furrow in a mix of concentration and pain.

"That’s it, biiiig stretch, baby," he say with a groan, his eyes moving down to where you’re slowly being impaled by his cock. It’s a lot to take even when he eats you out or gives you his fingers first, but now the feeling is so overwhelming you close your eyes for a moment. You keep going, though, until you’re entirely full, and Joel lets out another breathy groan. His biceps is twitching with restraint, his fingers tugging just slightly at his own hair, but his hips stay where they are. You know on any other day, he would have flipped you around by now and given it to you himself, and you marvel at his self restraint.

"Start movin’," Joel orders, and you lift your hips upwards again, rolling them just slightly, the drag of his cock inside you overwhelmingly delicious. Little whines and groans escape you as you bounce up and down, eyes wide and on Joel, holding onto him for support.

"Feels so good, Dad," you mumble, and Joel smiles, giving you one thrust of his hips that makes your eyes roll back, but then he’s still again, only his chest is heaving.

"Look at you," he praises, his voice rough and low, "riding me like a champ. Pity I can’t enroll you in competitions for this, you’d win your Dad some medals."

Your hips stutter at his words, and Joel groans at the way you clench in response to his dirty talk, always so receptive.

"You’d like that, hm? Makin’ your old man proud?"

You nod and vaguely register a dull pain in your lower lip, as your teeth sink into it.

"Yeah," you breathe, bouncing up and down on Joel’s cock, your thighs starting to ache. Joel chuckles, and tucks a lose strand of hair behind your ear, and you wish he’d touch you properly, put his hands on your tits or hips or throat, but he just rests his arm on the back of the sofa.

"Tell you secret, angel, I’m always prouda you. ’S not about winnin’, just about feelin’ good in in your pretty little body."

You keep moving, ignoring the ache in your legs and stomach best as you can, but after a while of heavy breathing and a film of sweat building on your forehead and neck, you subconsciously slow down.

"Keep goin’," Joel says when he notices, "you can do it."

So you speed up your movements again, lips parted and air rushing through them quickly.

"Good girl," Joel praises you, his eyes trained on the place he is disappearing inside of you. A sticky white ring has started building at the base of his cock, a mixture of both your arousal. You lift your hips again, eyes unfocused.

"Dad," you whine, "I can’t–"

"Yeah you can, baby, sure you can. Know it’s uncomfortable, but you’ll feel so good when you’re all done. Keep goin’."

You remember this feeling of pushing yourself from p.e. class, but it was always mixed with shame instead of pleasure, and now, with Joel’s eyes on your body, watching your muscles contract appreciatively, you don’t have it in you to feel anything else but the pleasure – except for maybe exhaustion. You keep going as long as you can, breathing heavily and forcing yourself to continue anyways, your hands clawing at Joel’s plaid shirt.

"Please," you mumble after a while, your thighs burning with effort now, the squelching noise of Joel’s body entering yours so obscene it almost makes you come.

"Can you do five more minutes, baby? Five more for Dad?"

For Dad? Sure – you keep bouncing, your hands on Joel’s shoulder pushing you upwards, your breathing going even faster now, your heart hammering against you ribcage.

"That’s it, baby. Doin’ so good. Feel that ache in your legs?"

You nod, bouncing up and down.

"They’ll be a little sore, so I’ll do all the work tomorrow. You think you can do this twice a week?"

"No," you breathe, and Joel chuckles.

"No? Want to go runnin’ instead?"

"No, Dad," you whine and frown at him, "want you to fuck me."

Joel’s eyes are amused but kind, as he watches you ride him all on your own.

"Oh, I’ll fuck you, little girl. Don’t gotta do without anythin’, I’ll still fuck you each night. We’ll add this twice a week, hm?"

That makes you perk up. Joel meets your every need, fucks you however you want him to, every day, even though you know at his age he could go without it longer than you. On the rare occasions that it doesn’t work, no matter how hard you suck and stroke, he eats you out until you see stars, then keeps going until you fall asleep, but you rarely find the time to do it more than once a day. And even though he leaves you entirely satisfied, you like the idea of coming on Joel’s cock more than he already has you do, even if you’re the one who has to put in the work.

"Okay," you mumble, and drop your forehead onto his shoulder in exhaustion, your hips still lifting and sinking down on him, though with less energy. "Okay, Dad." 

 And finally Joel reaches out for you, finally he grabs your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh, as he starts lifting you up and down on his cock. He does it so effortlessly, muscles bulging when you open your eyes to watch him, and he speeds up, his hips snapping upwards as his arms force you up and down.

"Good girl," Joel mumbles, lost in pleasure himself now, "always so stubborn till my cock fixes you, hm?"

Your cheeks heat up, but he’s not wrong, and when he slams you down particularly forcefully, you mewl.

"You go ahead and come for me, kiddo. Did so good."

And that’s all it takes for your earth to shatter, stomach pulling tight and your muscles cramping up. You hear Joel groan over the sound of your blood pumping in your ears, and register his cock twitching against your cervix, spilling into you so much you feel like you’re being flooded with cum. Your breathing is quick, your insides still twitching and Joel finally catches your slack mouth in a kiss. You sigh into his mouth as both of your hips still, and he pulls you against his chest, cock still buried inside of you. You go limp, panting into the fabric of his shirt, and his hands start to stroke your naked back. A button of his shirt presses into your cheek, but you’re too exhausted to move your head away.

"You still with me, sweetheart?"

You hum contentedly, and Joel laughs quietly. He adjusts your body, but doesn’t slip out of you, just presses his lips to your jaw. You play with the hair at the back of his neck, mind blissfully lost in your exhaustion, and Joel’s hands move to your thighs. He starts to massage them gently, strong hands digging into your sore muscles, and you let out an involuntary moan. Joel kisses the side of your neck, his tongue chasing and catching your beads of sweat, sucking a hickey into your red and pulsing neck.

You try to pull away, but Joel nips your skin warningly.

"Told ya I like ya sweaty ’n out of breath, didn’t I?"

And you don’t have it in you to argue or feel embarrassed about it. You melt into him further, and shift your hips just slightly. Joel’s spent cock twitches inside of you, and you feel a bit of his cum leak out at the side. You sigh at the feeling, and kiss Joel’s throat.

"Thank God for my vasectomy, can’t have ya gettin’ pregnant with your Dad’s baby now, can we?"

You cheeks burn bright red and you hide your face in Joel’s shoulder.

"Stop it," you mumble, and Joel chuckles.

"No, you stop it, kiddo. There’s nothin’ you should feel embarrassed about with me, you hear me?"

You nod, but Joel isn’t satisfied.

"You hear me?"

"Yes," you mumble, "I hear you, Dad."

"Good."

You sit like that for a while, Joel’s hands drifting over your sweat-sticky skin and massaging your sore muscles.

"You sure you’re still up to me fuckin’ you tonight, baby?" Joel asks when you yawn. You smile into his shirt.

"I’m sure."

Joel kisses the top of your head.

"Promised my little athlete a hot fudge sundae before that, though."

"Not yet, Dad. Want you to stay inside me."

Joel tangles his hand into your hair and pulls gently so that you’re forced to crane your neck. He kisses you, his beard scratching your sweaty skin, and you sigh when he licks into your mouth surprisingly territorially. He’s gentle with you, but already you can tell he’s thinking about fucking you again by the way his cock twitches with every sound you make.

"Perfect girl," he mumbles, "my perfect girl."

The first time Dad actually crossed a line with you was a year into living in the Boston QZ. You had never known you could feel such a strange mix of emotions; anger, disgust, excitement and a deep, abiding admiration and love for the man who had been your maker and savior. Joel had been finding himself deeper and deeper into the smuggling world here in Boston but you only knew this because of what you had picked up from others, and what you overheard. Joel closed you out of that part of his life, which was his whole life, and only told you what was absolutely necessary. 

Before the night where everything changed, shifting into a different and more confusing plane of existence, there had been little moments that sent shivers cascading through your body. His eyes lingering on your body when you scamper to your room from your shared bathroom after a chilly shower. Joel had noticed the way your shirts fit you, taking note that you really weren’t his little girl anymore,

“Aint ya got a a shirt that covers you more?” He asked while you sat at the table and ate your plain, gloopy oatmeal. 

“It’s the end of the world, Dad. My choices are pretty limited,” You responded. You watched his eyes slip down, noticing where your shirt gaped and showed off your cleavage. 

“Just…never realized what a woman you are now,” He commented, sipping his coffee as he unabashedly examined your chest. You tugged your shirt up, and pulled a face at the comment,

“Don’t say that, Dad, ’s’weird.” You said, but there was a small part of you, a part you didn’t like to look at too closely that liked that he had noticed. 

There had even been a time where  he came to wake you up one morning and waited around while you started to get changed. You had urged him to leave, 

“Dad, I’m changing!”

“I’ve seen it all before, kiddo.” He griped, leaning against the doorframe and watching you peel off the sweatshirt you slept in and turn away from him so all he could see was your back. You shifted uncomfortably, you had always been a little innocent, too trusting, gullible almost but this just felt wrong. But even in the wrongness of it you found a spark light up inside you that made you arch your back a little when you hooked your bra behind your back, knowing his eyes were on you.

“You don’t need to make sure I get dressed, I’m not a little kid.” You mumbled as he turned back to him, pulling your shirt on over your bra.

“Cut me some slack,” he said, “You’re always goin’ to be my little girl,” He smiled as you crossed your arms over your chest and stalked towards the door. Joel grabbed your waist as you passed him and squeezed, making you giggle. 

But before the night that FEDRA cut the power to your block of apartments it had never really crossed a line. He had never touched you or done anything of the sort. Maybe if it hadn’t been a cold winter night whatever tension that had been building in your father wouldn’t have snapped. Maybe if FEDRA hadn’t been needing to conserve energy you would still be the completely innocent girl you once were. Maybe it just came down to this being cordyceps fault, like everything else. Daddy would have just been a word you had called Joel growing up, sex would have been something you learned from a college boy, fumbling in a dorm, not from the broken man you called father. 

No use dwelling in what ifs. It was the what ifs that would kill you if you let them in this infected and decaying world. 

There hadn’t been a complete blackout since summer and it was an especially cold winter night so it didn’t take long for the whole apartment to chill when the power went out. But it wasn’t until around 2 AM when the cold in your room became unbearable. You were shivering under the weight of two quilts when your door opened,

“Dad?” You asked, turning your head to look at the broad shape of your father in the darkened doorway. 

“It’s too cold to sleep alone, babygirl, scoot over.” He said. You immediately felt uncomfortable at the idea of sharing a bed with your father. You never would have thought twice about it in the before times but things had felt so different, so shadowy, and strange now. You moved over to accept Joel into the space next to you. 

“Why did they do this now?” You whined, as Joel lifted the quilts, causing cold air to rush in. He slid his big body into the space next to you. 

“I dunno, darlin’ to torture us but I’m sure they’d give some bullshit explanation like conserving energy,” He griped, settling down close to you. You had a double bed which was plenty big for you but now with Joel it felt tiny and his body felt inescapable. You swallowed back your anxiety and reminded yourself that this was your dad, the man who had raised you and protected you, saved your life on many occasions. There was no real reason to be scared of his touch. 

You started to relax and even as you did, you wondered if you were so tense because of him or because of you. You were lying on your back, looking up at the ceiling, cursing your own feelings as Joel jostled in the bed more,

“Make some more room, hon, you ain’t that big you don’t need to hog.” He said. You grumbled and rolled over onto your side, facing away from him. 

“It’s fuckin’ freezin,” he added, tugging the quilts up higher. You felt him turn so he was curled towards you, scooting closer, you could feel his front pressed into your back. He was warm, delightfully so, you couldn’t help but tuck yourself close to him. “Atta girl,” he breathed, reaching up and brushing your hair back away from your face so he could see you a little better. You hummed out a soft noise as you finally felt comfortable in the bed, his warmth mixing with yours to make it decently pleasant under the covers. “You jus’ go to sleep while your old man tries to finally warm up,” Joel half laughed. You smiled and let your eyes drift closed. 

Waking up, you thought it must have been close to morning but as you opened your eyes finally you realized it was just as dark as before and the apartment was quiet. Your dad was behind you still, his hand had made its way to your belly, his big fingers stretched out,  thumb just under your breast bone, pinky reaching down towards your belly button. He had you in a possessive grip, fingers digging into your flesh. As you struggled out of your hazy sleep state you could feel rapid motion behind you. 

Your whole body stiffened and Joel’s grip tightened on you, you knew what he was doing behind you, you could feel the jeans he had laid down to go to sleep in were unbuckled, the hand not on your tummy was tucked into his pants and he was touching himself. And now he was aware that you were awake,  you started to try and move away from him, wanting to get out from under the blankets despite how cold it was outside. Joel’s hand tightened on your stomach and he pulled you back towards him,

“Don’t you go anywhere, sweetheart. It’s too cold out there,” He breathed, as if he wasn’t touching his dick right behind you, as if he wasn’t your father masturbating while holding onto you. Your brow knit in confusion but at the same time, your body warmed even further. There was heat in your cheeks that was mirrored in your belly, the low down part of your belly and even lower than that, the part of your body that had rarely been explored and had been left abandoned due to the apocalypse. 

“Dad!’” You gasped out as he held you back. 

“I’m sorry, babygirl,” He said, and his voice sounded truly regretful. “Just let Daddy do this,” He said, he tugged you back and you felt your butt pressed into his crotch. You were jostled by his hand moving inside his pants. You let out a nervous whimper,

“Dad, this…this is weird-“ You tried to swallow back the feeling of strange need you had, the need to experimentally push your hips back and feel him more. 

“I know it feels funny, I’m sorry.” Joel breathed into your ear, his hand speeding up. “But I’m just…just lovin’ on you, peanut,” He spoke. You twisted yourself so you were laying on your back again, staring up at the ceiling. Your heart hammered in your chest and you couldn’t parse out what was disgust and what was excitement rising up inside of you. Your lower lip trembled, it was overwhelming to feel so many things all at once. Joel must have noticed your glassy eyes,  and your trembling lip because a calm came over his body and he tugged his hand from his pants.

“Babygirl,” he reached up and took your chin in his fingers, “Don’t cry, I’m sorry.” While he still sounded truly remorseful for his violation, it didn’t seem like it was the end. You wanted to be upset that you could tell more was going to happen but you couldn’t help but notice relief wash through you. You wanted more and that thought horrified you. 

 “I’m sorry, but you do have to learn this stuff sometime…and who better to teach ya than your old man?” He leaned over you and pressed a delicate kiss to your cheek. You had felt him kiss you so many times, your lips when you were a very little girl, your cheek, the top of your head, and forehead as your grew up but this felt so different. Like a lover places kisses against the skin of their paramore, not the way a father loves his daughter. It both made you cringe and tingled, adding to the warmth in your belly.

“Daddy,” You said, your voice came out sounding weak and whiny, not like the voice you typically used, even with him. You hadn’t called him ‘daddy’ since you were small, and now you were grown up and the childish word sounded horribly sexual in your mouth.  You were unsure of your every move, you questioned all of your feelings but Joel seemed so sure of himself, even as he apologized, as if he knew this was bad behavior but it had to happen. Joel reached under the blankets to the hem of your shirt and started to tug it up, you instinctively put your hand on his to stop him,

“Shh, peanut.” He said, “I’m just goin’ to take a quick look. I know it can be scary, but you’re my brave girl, aint ya?” You watched him smile encouragingly. He was so handsome and it warmed you through so you loosend your grip on his hand. Joel pulled the shirt up to expose your naked breasts to him, the air in the bedroom was frigid so goosebumps erupted on your chest, puckering the skin around your nipples and making them harden. You shivered and whimpered. Joel scooted closer to you, “Lets just get this off of you,” Joel murmured, barely speaking to you, just mumbling the words to himself as he pulled the shirt off of your head. 

“There’s my girl,” He said. “Ya know, I ain’t seen your whole body since you grew up, darlin’” His fingers dragged down your chest and excitement and heat bubbled up and then the shame squashed it a little. Disgusting. Terrible. Naughty but needed. Joel looked down at you, you could barely meet his eyes, but he didn’t seem to mind, he was examining your chest. “Didn’t realize just how beautiful the girl I made was,” his fingers traced over one of your nipples, circling the hardened point. You shuddered at the feeling and he smiled at your reaction. 

“Dad,” You said, your voice trembled over the word. “This feels-“ He cut you off by pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

“I know, I’m sorry,” He said, “Daddy’s jus’ got to give you a little lovin’ so you understand,” he said. You wanted to tell him that you did understand, that you didn’t need to understand anymore but your body was betraying you because his fingers did feel good and the heat in your tummy was building. “Plus it’s still so cold, and if we get undressed we’ll get warmer,” he convinced. Undressed? More undressed than this? Did he mean he wanted to be naked too? The thought of your dad, in your small bed, pressed so close to you made you feel so many emotions you couldn’t focus on one in particular.

Joel’s pants were already undone, it was easy for him to slip them off and you watched, unable to stop him as he did so, lifting his hips to get them down his legs and then kicking them off. You could feel the heat of his lower body now and you knew there was the heavy presence of his cock right next to you, almost pressed into your pajama clad hip. 

Joel was lying on his side, his eyes roaming over your bare chest, he moved closer and closer to you until he was wedged against your side. Your dad’s dick was pressed into your side but you hadn’t looked. You hadn’t turned your head towards him. You couldn’t, you felt like if you looked at him, this would all be real and you would have to actually face it.

It was getting warmer and warmer under the covers and you wished so badly you didn’t love the feeling as much as you did. Joel reached out and his big hand cupped one of your tits, “Fuck,” Joel breathed as his fingers dug into your flesh, dimpling the skin under his fingers. “Let’s get your pajama pants off of you, babygirl.” Joel rolled over so he was on top of you, he pushed your legs open enough to accommodate his body between them. You whined and closed your eyes, it felt too wrong to look up into the face of your dad while he was just in his dirty flannel shirt, his cock out, so you found every excuse to keep your eyes away. 

“Look at me, peanut. Look at your Daddy,” He told you. Your heart skipped a beat, making you squirm in pleasure and embarrassment. Reluctantly, you opened your eyes to gaze up at him, his eyes were wild, his hair was a mess and you knew if you dropped your eyes you’d see his cock hard and angry with need. Joel seemed like a man possessed. Possessed with a need for you, his daughter, his sweet little girl. In the darkest corners of your mind, you loved that. You loved you could make him look like that. 

“Lift your hips up,” He instructed. You pressed your hips up and felt his fingers dig into the side of your pajama pants and underwear, he gave them a tug, pulling them off of you. The cold air hit your body and you shivered. “I know it’s cold,” Joel whispered. “We’ll warm up together,” Joel told you. Your brow knit,

“Daddy,” you whined, squirming underneath him and closing your legs. “This is embarrassing,” You mumbled. 

“No,” Joel said, his voice turning stern. “Don’t be embarrassed of your pretty body, Daddy’s going to appreciate every inch of ya,” He took your knees and pushed them open more, eyes glued to your pussy. You squirmed at the feeling of his gaze on your most intimate part and you looked up at him, trying to convince yourself that this was so wrong, that you needed to push him away and say no but you didn’t want to. You wanted to feel him. The desire for him was too strong. He was familiar, strong, everything a man should be and you wanted him. No matter how much you wished you could fight it off, no matter how much you felt disgusted by him, by your own needs, you wanted to explore his body. 

“You ever had an orgasm, babygirl?” he asked, his fingers dragged from your knee down your thigh towards your bare pussy. You were taken aback by the question, orgasms weren’t something you thought about anymore. You felt a little anger that he felt like he could ask that question, but you were naked and splayed out in front of him, of course he felt like he could ask. You didn’t say anything, “C’mon, peanut. You can tell Daddy the truth, I won’t be mad.” He encouraged. 

“Yes, just by myself,” You told him, “Not for a long time though,” You tried to remember the last time you had felt like this, this rush of excitement, wetness building in your core and heat burning through you.

“Poor girl,” Joel rubbed over your hip and stroked the backs of his fingers down your pubic bone, feeling the hair there, stroking over it. Your heart felt like it was going to stop at any second. Like it would beat so hard that it would just explode from the fear and longing that was working you up into what felt like a frenzy. “Daddy can help make you feel better,” he huffed as he scooted down a little to get a better angle to touch you. 

Joel’s fingers slipped over your slit and you realized how wet you had gotten from your own fucking father, everything felt like it was melting away from you. You felt like you were losing sight of reality, partially because it felt so good and partially because of how horrible it was that you liked this. 

Joel tsked under his breath as he gathered your wetness on his fingers, “God girl, you make a mess a’yourself like this often?” He asked with a chuckle. The sound of it eased some of the fear in you, it felt familiar to joke with him, even though his touch like this felt so completely unfamiliar. 

“N-no,” you managed. You shivered again in the cold air as his other hand joined the one  stroking your slit and gently started to spread your lips open. You instantly squirmed at the feeling and tried to close your knees. 

“Aw c’mon, peanut, your daddy wants to see what he’s doin’, it’ll feel good.” He coaxed your legs back open and you whined in a feeble protest,

“But Dad, it’s…I’m-“ 

“None of that bashfulness shit, you think I’ve never seen a pussy before?” He asked. You opened your mouth but he cut you off, “How the fuck do ya think you got here?” That shut you up instantly.  You let him spread your pussy lips open, his eyes focused on your wet cunt spread out in front of him. 

It was so cold in the room you were thankful that your feet were still tucked under the blanket but the rest of you was covered with goosebumps, even your pussy started to get the little bumps as you shivered, despite the heat inside your body. 

“That’s my good girl,” he purred as his fingers started to stroke up and down you spread pussy, not quite touching your clit but grazing around it. He knew exactly how to touch you, he knew exactly what you needed in each second. “How’s that, peanut?” He asked, looking at your face twisting in pleasure and then back down at your pussy that he was keeping spread open and softly stroking. 

“So…s-so good.” You squeaked out, pressing your hips up, wanting him to stroke your clit properly but knowing he was doing everything with the clear purpose of working you up. 

“That’s right,” Joel nodded, “Daddy’s got ya,” he said. “I knew you needed some lovin’” he breathed. The pad of his pointer finger grazed along your clit and it made you convulse, you felt so sensitive there, it had been so long since you had given it any attention. Joel chuckled, “That your special spot, right there?” he asked, teasing around it again. You whined, unable to form words as he teased your clit. He knew it was your clit, he could see that but him confirming that it was special wormed into your brain. He understood that was how you liked it, that your favorite, your special favorite, was having your clit gently played with. 

“Dad,” You moaned, you reached out to him, wanting to grab hold of any part of his body. You came in contact with his bare knee and you dug your fingers into it. 

“I know,” he said, “It feels good, don’t it?” he asked around a smile, you nodded and took a deep, shuddering breath. His fingers lovingly stroked around your clit, teasing you, bringing you closer and closer to a release you hadn’t felt in so long. You were so close, teetering there on the edge of bliss but then Joel pulled his fingers back, dropping his other hand too, leaving you desperate for more. 

“Daddy!” You whined out, you wondered if he was doing this on purpose, making you ask for an orgasm from your own father. You watched his familiar features turn to worry at the whine in your voice,

“What is it, honey?” He asked in mock concern, he knew how frustrated you were, how much you wanted to come and he was teasing you anyway. 

“I-I…I want more-“ you whined, pressing your hips up, it was harrowing to admit it outlaid. You watched Joel nod, the look of fake concern still plastered on his face. 

“I know you do,” he half laughed, breaking through the concern. “Daddy’s still got stuff to teach ya,” He stroked down the lips of your pussy again to your entrance. You stiffened again as you felt him starting to push his middle finger inside of you. “I know it’s tight, babygirl.” His dark eyes met yours and you tried to express everything you were feeling to him through just a look. Joel had always been able to know what was wrong with you at just a glance and he had always been there to take care of whatever the problem was. You wanted him to understand the uncertainty, the desperate need and the horror at your own desires. When your eyes met, he softened slightly at the sight  of the expression,“I’m sorry,” He said and you wondered how sorry he actually was. Was he sorry for teasing you? For making you need it? For all of it? “I just wanna be the one to teach my little girl all this,” he said, his voice was rough and earnest but his finger nudged again at your entrance. “It’ll probably hurt a little but I’ll go slow for ya,” he started to push his finger into you again. There was a little pain, but you were soaked and his finger slipped in fairly easily. Your cunt stretched to accommodate the thickness of your father’s finger and you longed for more at the same time as you wished you had the will to push him away. “I know, babygirl.” He said, trying to placate you. “C’mere, give me a kiss, it’ll make it feel better.” He leaned over you while his finger worked its way inside of you and pressed his lips to yours.  Your heart lept into your throat. The thrill of a kiss that was so utterly forbidden was too much. You were a revolting girl. Revolting for how much you liked it. You found yourself kissing him back while he worked you open with his finger. Joel pumped his finger in and out of you, your cunt tightened around him with each thrust. You moaned into his mouth, lips parting enough for his tongue to press inside of your mouth, teasing your tongue.

“Dad,” You said as he pulled back, “Dad, it feels so good,” You said it like you couldn’t believe it, like if you didn’t get more you might go completely insane. Joel stroked your cheek with his free hand, 

“I know, I’m goin’ to make you come around my fingers.” He assured you. You nodded, looking down between your bodies, his cock was hard between his legs, neglected while he paid attention to you. You had never seen a cock in real life before, your mouth hung open as you looked at it. At the same time, Joel’s thumb nudged against your clit, sending a spasm of pleasure through you. 

“Daddy,” You gasped, Joel noticed your gaze on him and he chuckled. 

“You see Daddy’s cock?” he asked. You nodded, your mouth hanging open in awe at it. Joel let his free hand drop to his cock and started to stroke it, showing it off to you. His cock was so big, imagining it inside of you made you squirm against his finger. Joel kept pumping his finger in and out of you, curling it up to stroke you from the inside while his thumb stroked over your clit in tantalizing circles. It was overwhelmingly good and now you couldn’t take your eyes off the mesmerizing sight of your father stroking his cock up and down, lavishing attention around the dusky head. Joel laughed again and your eyes snapped up to his face,

“You want your daddy’s cock, dont ya?” he asked. You squirmed, you couldn’t admit it, that was a horrible, disgusting thing to want but you couldn’t deny your body’s reaction. “Awww,” he laughed, “I can feel how bad you want it, peanut. You’re clenchin’ down on my finger- oh are you goin’ to come?” Joel was surprised by the way your face twisted, the way your whole body tightened. “C’mon, tell Daddy,” He growled. You nodded, unable to form words anymore as his finger filled you up repeatedly and his thumb teased your clit. “That’s my good girl, daddy’s got ya,” he breathed. The tension inside of you snapped, like spring finally releasing and you came around his fingers, gasping, the heat from your cunt seemed to spread up, enveloping you as you started to shake through your orgasm.

“Oh god, Daddy!” You moaned, watching now as Joel touched himself in earnest. “Daddy…daddy I wanna…” You started to babble almost incoherently, “I want your co-cock, Daddy, please give it to me—I…I need it.” You whined, not even fully realizing what you were saying. Tears pricked your eyes as you admitted your most shameful thoughts. Joel seemed to love the sound of you pleading with him, his hand tightened on his cock, pumping it up and down above you. He sat up on his knees and you desperately reached out for his cock, but your needy fingers were met with his hand closing around your wrist. 

“No, no, no, little girl.” He said. “Not yet. Your little pussy isn’t ready for Daddy’s big cock yet,” he explained. You let out an angry whine and wanted to hide away from him, to reel back from him in frustration. As if reading your mind, he reached out and grabbed your hip, “Nuh-uh, stay right there. I want somethin’ to come on,” He growled. Your lower lip trembled, you felt so disgusted with yourself and still so needy that sob built in your chest. It was threatening to burst out, but you didn’t want to ruin it for him. Tears spilled out of your eyes as Joel continued to work his hand up and down his cock. 

“Aw poor girl, I know Daddy’s bein’ mean,” he fucked into his own fist, teasing you with the visual of his cock gliding in and out of his hand faster and fast.  You watched Joel’s facial expression change, tiny micro-expressions of pain, lust, desperation, anger and intense desire flitted over his features, or maybe it was just feral need. Determination to find his orgasm, but the words he choked out next made you sure there had been moments of real pain in his expression,

“I’m s-sorry,” He actually sounded sorry, sorry for so much. Sorry for the world that you were living in, sorry that his pain and suffering had turned into darkness that had nursed a need for you, his daughter. His heart, soul, flesh and blood.  Sorry that he had decided it was time to act on it. Sorry that you enjoyed every depraved fucking second. “You goin’…goin’ to look so pretty with my come painted on your tummy,” he groaned and watched him squeeze around the head of his cock and direct it down as thick ropes of his spend spilled out over your tummy and pubic bone. You let out a sob as he groaned through his pleasure. “Fuck,” he breathed as you cried. “I’m so sorry, babygirl. Let Daddy hold ya,” he said even as he came down from his own high. 

“Aw, peanut, you’re freezing,” He said as he wrapped his arms around you and gathered you up. He kissed the side of your head, “Daddy’s sorry, so sorry. Felt so good.” He shuddered and tugged the quilts up around the two of you. You took a deep breath of his familiar, comforting smell and allowed yourself to relax against him, he squeezed you tighter as he felt you relax. 

“Do you love me, dad?” You asked, unsure of why you needed the reassurance more than anything now but you asked and waited for his answer. 

“More than air, peanut.” He breathed. 

You rolled your eyes and kept walking toward your room, chin tipped up. “It’s just a few minutes. Sorry for having friends, daddy.”

His lips twitched, not quite a smile, not quite a frown. He pushed off the couch, closing the distance between you in two slow steps. “Friends don’t keep you out this late. Makes me think you’re forgettin’ whose girl you are.”

You snorted. “I don’t forget. You remind me every time you—”

“—stuff you full’a me ’til you’re walkin’ funny?” he cut in.

Your face heated instantly. “Joel!”

“Mm.” He cupped your chin in one big hand, tilting your head back so you had to look at him. “Gonna keep talkin’ to me with that smart little mouth, or you gonna behave for daddy?”

You opened your mouth to sass him again, but the way his eyes dropped to your lips made your pulse skip. Joel never looked at you like boys your age did, all shy and hesitant. He looked at you like a real man, like he’d already had you in every position possible… because he had. He always said a dad knew how to take care of his girl best, and no boy would ever care for you the way he did.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured when you stayed quiet, his thumb brushing your cheek. “You’ve been out with boys, huh? Let them all look at you so pretty like this.”

You rolled your eyes once again. “None of your business, dad,” you shot back.

“Oh, but it is my business when all of those punks are tryin’ to get into my baby’s panties,” he said, as if the thought of anyone else but him having you repulsed him. “You haven’t been havin’ fun with those boys, have you? You don’t let them fuck that pretty pussy, do you?”

“Ugh, gross, dad. Don’t talk about it,” you said as you began to make your way to your bedroom. Just as you crossed the door, Joel came up behind you, big hands sliding under your sweater to cup your tits. “Cold hands, daddy!” you squealed, squirming.

He chuckled against your ear. “Better get you warmed up then, huh?”

“Dad, I just got here—”

“You been gone all day with your friends. Think I’m waitin’ any longer?” He turned you around, backing you toward the wall. “Mm-mm. Daddy’s been hard for hours thinkin’ about you runnin’ that mouth.”

“You’re so disgusting,” you huffed. “Not in the mood, dad. Just got home, I’m tired.”

“Don’t care.” He leaned down to kiss you softly, then deeper when you gasped. His tongue pushed past yours, one hand cupping the back of your neck to keep you there when you tried to squirm away, the other already sliding down to squeeze your ass.

Joel’s mouth tugged into a slow grin. “Come on, babygirl. Just suck your daddy. Just a little of that mouth, and I’ll let you mind your own stuff later.”

Your head whipped toward him. “No, dad. I don’t wanna.” You didn’t mind sucking Joel or fucking him most of the time. It was good, it felt good. But Joel always wanted to fuck at the most inconvenient times, and he was so icky about it.

“Didn’t ask if you wanted to, babydoll. Said you gotta.” He was a stubborn man, and when he needed his baby, nothing else would do but her. “On your fuckin’ knees now. Make it up to dad for bein’ late.”

“Ugh… gross,” you muttered, crossing your arms. You glared at him for a beat, but when he crooked a finger toward the floor in front of him, you sighed and knelt down.

He was already leaning against the wall, unbuckling his belt. “C’mon, babygirl. Let daddy see that pretty mouth.”

You mumbled under your breath, something along the lines of “ugh, so annoying,” but your hands still moved to pull him out, thick and half-hard in your grip. Joel’s cock was huge. He didn’t know you’d seen other guys’ dicks, but those were nothing compared to Joel’s long, veiny cock.

“That’s it,” he said, watching you from under heavy lids. “You love your dad’s cock, don’t cha?”

You didn’t answer, just leaned in and wrapped your lips around him, giving one slow bob of your head before pulling back with a sigh. No little teasing before sucking him, no kitten-licks around the shaft, no soft kisses on his tip like he liked. Just going straight at it like it was work.

Joel frowned. “The hell is that? You usin’ that mouth or just restin’ it on me?”

You rolled your eyes but kept going, though your movements were lazy. You kept your mouth closed around his cock, bobbing your head up and down, but not bothering to do any tongue play, not moaning around it or looking up at him. You really weren’t in the mood to suck him right now just because you got home late and your dad, being the perverted man he was, thought this would be your punishment. You’d rather be chatting with friends or watching a show on Netflix, but when dad needed help, you needed to provide.

He reached down, gripping your hair tight. “Don’t half-ass it, babygirl. You do it right, or I’ll bend you over your bed ‘til you’re cryin’. That what you want?”

You shook your head around him, your cheeks were heating at the way he was staring down at you like you were just there for his pleasure. Joel always cared about you, but when he was really horny or angry, he’d just take you like you were his little doll.

“Good. Then make daddy feel it,” he ordered, guiding your head down until you gagged lightly on it. “Gotta make it up to him for bein’ so late whorin’ around with boys.”

You pulled back with a whimper, wiping the drool off your mouth after he’d made you choke on his cock. “Ugh, daaaad…”

Joel just smirked. “Don’t go ‘ugh, dad’ on me. You misbehaved, so now you gotta make it right. I’m bein’ nice here.”

“I don’t think it’s nice,” you muttered, shooting him a glare. “It’s gross, dad.”

He just chuckled, reaching forward to hook a finger under your chin and tilt your face up. “Y’know what I think’s gross? A brat who won’t use her manners when I’m bein’ generous.” His thumb swiped across your cheek like he owned it. “Now, open up that smart mouth again and suck like you fuckin’ mean it.”

You whined. “Enough, daddy. I’m tired. And I’m not in the mood. Can’t you just, like, do it yourself?”

“Alright,” he said slowly, his hands gripping your hair into a tight ponytail. “Since you’re gonna give me attitude, you’re gonna stay down there till I’m satisfied. And I don’t give a damn if it takes all night.”

“Dad—” you tried once again.

“Nope. Mouth open. C’mon, babydoll. Gimme that sweet mouth. You know I love watchin’ you try to fit me in.”

You hesitated, so he guided you forward, pressing the blunt, heavy tip of his cock, still wet from your saliva, against your lips. With an exaggerated sigh, you parted your lips, letting him inside your mouth again, but still moving your tongue in the laziest way possible.

Joel groaned, but not in a pleased way, more like frustrated. “Mmh, you’re really doin’ the bare minimum, huh?” His grip tightened in your hair, forcing you down further, making your lips stretch wide around him. “Feels like you’re just sittin’ there lettin’ me do all the work.”

You pulled back enough to glare up at him, spit and pre-cum glistening on your lower lip. “Maybe ‘cause I am. You’re the one who wanted this, dad.”

That earned you a sharp push down his length until you gagged and your eyes watered. He held you there for a beat, letting you choke on his thick cock, feeling the way your throat felt against the sensitive tip of his cock.

“Mm, that’s better,” he rasped, finally letting you come up for air. “Nothin’ I hate more than a lazy little mouth. Suck it like you mean it, or you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

Your cheeks burned hot as you gasped for air, still feeling the ghost of his cock down your throat, cutting off your air. You hated how that threat worked. With a grumble, you sucked him harder, letting your tongue swirl just to show the bare minimum interest, but still doing something.

“Atta girl,” he murmured, his thumb stroking your cheek in mock affection even while his other hand kept your head in place. “Knew you could behave if dad reminded you who’s in charge.”

You felt his hand cup the back of your head, fingers sliding through your hair just enough to grip. “Mm-hm. Uh-huh. That’s real nice, babydoll,” his tone turned sharp, “‘cept you’re actin’ like you’d rather be scrubbin’ floors than suckin’ your daddy’s cock.”

You glared up at him, mouth stuffed full, cheeks hollowing around him. You tried to pull back, make some bratty retort, but Joel kept you there, pushing his hips forward until you gagged again. Oh, how you hated when he fucked your mouth like this.

“Nah, sweetheart. Don’t even try to pull back. You’re gonna learn to do it right with some goddamn enthusiasm.” You mumbled something garbled around him, like “screw you, dad,” but it only made his eyes narrow in an amused way. “Uh-uh. Don’t talk with your mouth full. Work for it.”

His grip tightened, and he started guiding your head at his pace, deep, slow drags that forced you to taste him all the way. He was watching you, every little tear spilling down your eyes, every time your throat worked. The wet, messy sounds filled the room, and the more you tried to make it quick, the more he slowed you down.

“There you go. Nice an’ deep. Don’t you dare pull off.” His voice was low; he loved having this control over you. Everything he did was for your own good. This was just to teach his baby to have some manners and respect. “You think I don’t notice you slackin’? Not givin’ daddy what he needs? Uh-uh. Keep goin’ until that pretty little jaw aches.”

Your jaw was screaming by now, a dull ache all over your chin, but Joel was relentless. His hips rocked just enough to keep you on the edge of choking, pulling back only so you could suck harder on the way up. He kept you there until your eyes were glassy, your lips shiny with spit.

You whimpered, hands resting on his thighs for balance. He didn’t let up. “Mhm, finally startin’ to look like you mean it.”

And then, when you thought maybe, finally, he’d let you stop, Joel’s hand in your hair tightened again. “Don’t even think about pullin’ off, baby. I’m gonna cum down that pretty throat.”

You gave him a muffled, miserable whine, trying to push away before he filled your throat, but it was swallowed up when he pushed deeper again. His breathing changed, his thighs and ass tensed, and you knew he was close.

“Keep your mouth open… yeah, just like that… gonna fill you up, babydoll.”

And when he came, his release was hot and bitter, he kept you there choking on him, forcing you to swallow around him. You squirmed, making little noises of protest, but he only groaned, “Swallow it. Every bit. You love your Joel, don’t ya? Then take it.”

Only when he was sure you’d swallowed did he let you pull away. Your jaw was aching after being wide open for so long, your lips swollen after sucking him, and his smug grin told you he was more than satisfied.

“Mmm,” he murmured, thumbing your spit-slick cheek. “Now that’s better. See? It ain’t so bad when you try.”

You grimaced, your distaste evident on your face. “Ugh, daddy! You know I hate when you cum in my mouth,” you complained. “Ick, your cum tastes so bad. It’s gross.”

“Gross?” Joel chuckled. “Sayin’ it’s gross, but you swallowed every last drop,” he said, pleased with himself.

“Yeah, ‘cause you were holding my head,” you whined.

“Quit complainin’, or you’re in for a lot worse, babygirl,” Joel said roughly. “What has dad told you about being a little brat?”

“Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do, daddy? You gonna fuck me?” you laughed, amused, looking at his soft cock resting between his thighs. “Your dick looks like a little worm, I doubt you’re gonna fuck anyone anytime soon.”

“You better watch it now,” he said, and instantly he spit on his hand, moving it down to his length, closing his fist around it, violently stroking it, trying to bring it back to life. “You don’t know who you’re messing with when dad gets angry.”

“Yeah, I’m messing with an old man who can’t get it up more than one round,” you laughed, your eyes fixed on the way his hand gripped his cock hard, moving up and down, but still not getting hard. “It’s so sad to see you try, daddy. Maybe you should go and take a nap.”

“Shut your mouth,” he muttered. The muscles in his forearm were flexing as he pumped himself harder, it was as if he was almost punishing himself with every stroke, desperate to get himself hard again so he could fuck you and knock the attitude out of you.

You giggled. “Oh my god, you’re really trying. Need me to get you one of those little blue pills, dad? Look at it, it’s all soft and squishy.”

He groaned, angry at himself for being so old, for his body not responding like it used to, because he had his daughter on her knees in front of him, with traces of his cum on her mouth, and still he couldn’t coax his cock hard again. He thrusted into his fist with frustrated thrusts, but nothing yet.

“Look at you, daddy. You’re red in the face. You’re gonna pop a vein before you even get it up,” you teased him, leaning forward so you could watch his soft cock up close.

You enjoyed so much being a brat and getting on Joel’s nerves. Joel let go of his soft cock and grabbed you by your arm, yanking you up and throwing you over your bed, climbing fast on top of you. He grabbed your knees and pushed them apart, settling in between them. His hands moved to push your skirt up, hauling it around your waist, and sliding your panties to the side, baring your pussy for him. You were soaking wet; even when you complained about sucking him or about how bad his cum tasted, your body still wanted him to fuck you stupid.

“C’mere,” he growled, wrapping his hand around his cock again to try and stabilize it enough to get it inside you.

You yelped and pulled back. “Dad! You’re not even fully hard yet, look, it’s all floppy. Just go have a nap and leave me alone.”

You saw a flicker of irritation crossing his face. “You think you’re funny, yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” You bit your lip, feeling cocky. “Can’t even get it hard twice in a row, poor daddy. Go on, give it a try.”

His hands snapped to your thighs, pulling them open. “I’ll get in. Don’t need it all the way hard to fuck you.”

He shoved his half-hard length between your folds, trying to grind forward and push inside your hole. But even as he tried hard, it kept slipping out, smearing his pre-cum all over your clit and entrance.

“Feels like a wet noodle, dad,” you mocked him.

That was the last straw. Joel grabbed you by your hips and turned you around, pushing your face down against your pillow, and his other hand pulled your ass up. “Daaaddy!” you tried to complain, but your voice was muffled by the pillow. Suddenly, as if by magic, his cock started to stiffen.

You could feel the thick and now hard head of his length pressing against your entrance, threatening to push in. “D-dad,” you mumbled.

“Ohhh, no,” he mocked you this time. “What happened to that smart mouth now?”

He pushed barely an inch inside you; your heat enveloped him instantly, your tight walls clamping around it, and oh, it felt so good. Joel was sure you were made for him, because no other woman he’d ever fucked before, not even your mother, had ever felt so good wrapped around him.

“Fuck… dad—wait!” you gasped, but Joel just shoved your face harder against the pillow until it was pressed flat against it.

He took hold of your hips and pushed all the way in, in one rough and hard thrust. You felt every single inch of him now spreading your little hole open; the intrusion made you whimper against the pillow, your hands grasping the bedsheets.

“Ohhh yesss… Oh yes, baby, that’s what I’m talkin’ about. Feels so fuckin’ tight today,” Joel grunted. And you could only think about how icky he sounded when he dirty-talked and moaned like that. “Mouth shut, ass up, fuckin’ perfect pussy around me, mmmm yeah.”

The mattress was groaning under both of your bodies, as Joel set a brutal pace, fucking you through the slick mess between your legs, a combination of your fluids and Joel’s pre-cum. He was going as deep as he possibly could, the tip of his length hitting your cervix every time he bottomed out, his balls slapping against your ass.

You tried to lift your head, at least to catch your breath, but Joel just pushed it down again with a firm hand on the back of your skull. “Mgghhh, ddd-dad, oww,” were all the little sounds and words that escaped your mouth.

“My perfect girl… oh shit, makin’ daddy feel so goddamn good,” he gritted out while his hips kept slamming into you with that relentless rhythm, each stroke making your toes curl. “You complain so much, but this cunt is eatin’ my cock up.”

Joel’s arm reached under your body for your swollen nub, and once he found it, he started to thumb it. His thick digit moved in circles around your clit until you began to sob on the pillow, your thighs shaking in pleasure.

“Mphhh… ahhh,” you tried to say. And even if the words and sounds made no sense, Joel knew, by the way you were clenching around him, that you were getting close.

“Soundin’ real nice like this, babygirl,” he drawled, punctuating every word with a hard thrust that made you scream into the pillow. “Now you’re gonna cum on dad’s cock. Gonna soak it real fuckin’ good.” He said it as if he wasn’t giving you a choice, and by the way he kept fucking you and rubbing your clit, he wasn’t.

His free hand gripped your ass cheek roughly, spreading you wider so he could bury himself to the hilt, even deeper than before. His cock was diving deep enough that your thighs tried to close, but the grip on your ass kept you wide open for him.

The pressure on your clit intensified, and you felt a jolt of pleasure ripping through your body as Joel made you cum. He felt the way your pussy walls spasmed around him, gripping him tighter than before, fluttering insatiably.

“Fuck—baby. Look at you takin’ it like that, so perfect. Shit—gonna…”

He heard you muffling something that sounded like “mmmg—no, n-not inside—ghh.” But it was too late, and he didn’t care, there was nothing he loved more than stuffing his girl full of his seed. He felt the climax taking over him, and with your pussy milking his cock, thick and warm ropes of his cum painted your walls.

Finally, Joel let go of your head, and you came up to breathe. Your face was red after being pushed down for so long, your eyes were also red from sobbing so much. And you felt the hot, slippery trail of cum running out of your pussy and dripping down your thighs.

“Ahhhg, daaaad, you’re the worst,” you whined, but Joel was too far gone to care, he was lying on his back next to you, trying to catch his breath after exhausting himself. “I hate when you cum inside me. You leave me all messy, it’s so sticky and gross.”

“Mmm, you look so pretty with my cum in your little pussy,” he said as he grabbed you and pulled you against his body, forcing you to cuddle with him. “C’mere with dad.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you tried to move away, but his grip on you was tight. “It’s disgusting. I feel it coming out of me, uggghh, it’s so slippery. Feels awful.”

Joel kissed your forehead. “Daddy’ll clean you up in a second, baby. Just let me catch my breath.”

You sighed in annoyance. “Don’t want you to clean me up. Want you to stop cummin’ inside me.”

“No can do, baby,” he said and laughed as if the idea was ridiculous. “No can do.”

I won’t be active on this account other than to post fics like this one if I write any more. I decided to create this anonymous blog due to how toxic the fandom has been. I don’t want this reaching the wrong public and have them come at me, but I still want people who enjoy this kind of fics to maybe be able to find them and enjoy them, since there isn’t that many dad!fics.