dbf! simon riley who ends up getting quite the naughty photo of you accidentally sent to him.
It was a mere slip, something that shouldn't have happened but it did. Simon was never supposed to receive that kind of picture from you, but nevertheless, it ended up on his phone.
His eyes couldn't seem to look away from it, you in your pretty little lingerie set, posing in front of the mirror. Your back is arched, accentuating your plump and round ass, and how your breasts are filling the cups of your bra out so nicely.
Simon wanted to bury himself six feet down for all the thoughts that were swirling in his head about what he'd wanna do to you. The guilt was gnawing at him, but it was slowly losing the battle to the lust.
What the hell am I doing?''
He grits his teeth, the grip on his phone getting tighter. Before he knows it, his hand is drifting down to his cock, giving it a squeeze through his pants, which are feeling more and more constricted as time goes by. He's rock hard already.
The sight of you.... Fuck, it has his balls tightening and feeling heavy.
Stop it, he tells himself harshly as his hand freezes on his crotch. You can't be doing this. She's your friend's daughter, for fuck sake. Simon takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm himself down. But at this point, there is no use. He's already dug his very own grave the second he decided to keep looking at the picture instead of ignoring it or telling you off for being careless about something so intimate.
Was it really an accident, though? Simon wanted to believe that somewhere deep down, you purposely sent the picture to make him lose it. He knew he wasn't imagining it whenever he'd catch you staring at him a bit longer during dinners with your dad.
The way you bit that pretty lip and glanced away the second he caught you. Just feigning innocence and going back to the conversation with your old man.
And soon enough, his hand continues stroking himself through his pants. But it's not enough as he pulls himself out to get a firmer feel and grip. The thick head of his cock is already leaking with precum, and he smears it down his shaft. Simon groans as he keeps his pace slow, eyes locked onto the photo like a lifeline.
God, you really just are the prettiest thing he's ever seen. Those wide eyes glancing into the mirror. He'd do just about anything to watch them roll back because of him. He thinks about branding you as his, fill you up, and watch it dribble out of every single hole of yours.
The thought alone could make him cum then and there.
He knew your dad would absolutely gut him if he could read his mind right about now. But he’d treat you so sweet, Simon knows he would. He would take you anywhere you wanted, buy you whatever you desired. He’d do just about anything to see you happy.
His hand starts moving faster, stroking his cock at a more desperate urgency. Simon's breath hitches as he feels the climax closing in. If he was in his right mind, he would’ve thought he was pathetic. Pathetic for letting you be the reason why he was losing it.
‘’Shit…’’ His orgasm comes crashing over him, his body shuddering at the feeling as the warmth of his cum coats his hand and dribble down onto his pants. ‘’Fuck… that feels ngh—good.’’ He whimpered as he drew out the orgasm as long as he could, pumping his hand up and down until he’s spent.
Simon sits there for a while, breathing hard as his cock starts going soft in his hand. He looks at his other hand, which is still holding the phone, glancing once more at the photo of you before shutting it off with a heavy sigh and closing his eyes.
He knew what he had done was wrong, but god if it didn't feel so darn good. Simon would still find time to scold you for being careless while keeping the photo in his gallery.
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Dbf!Dean who holds onto your thigh underneath the dinner table, letting his thumb brush over all your sensitive spots and moving his hand height and higher, all while your dad sits right across from you two.
Dbf!Dean who pushes himself up behind you while you do the dishes after dinner, your dad outside cleaning the grill. You can feel his growing hard on and his firm muscles thru his clothes, making the wetness just pool between your legs.
Dbf!Dean who presses down at the bulge that forms in your tummy whenever he pushes deep enough into you. He just loves seeing you whine about how big he is but how you can definitely handle every inch of him.
Dbf!Dean who likes fucking you while he’s got you in a headlock, making you unable to move from the overstimulation he’s putting you in. While you love being so close to him I to just getting way too much for you body to handle, but you wanted it didn’t you?
Dbf!Dean who tells you he’s so proud of you whenever you show him how good you did in on a test for college. And go of course rewards you with burying his head between your legs for hours on end.
Dbf!Dean who slaps or pinches your ass whenever you walk by him and no ones looking, at the family barbecue or when he and your dad watch football on weekends and you’re so nice to bring them another beer. Right here beside your dad but he’s focused on the game so he won’t notice.
Dbf!Dean who pushes his fingers into your mouth whenever you start whining about literally anything during sex, or not during sex.
Guys I swear I do NOT have any issues with my dad
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Summary: Joel is a grumpy divorced man who’s best friends with your dad. During your college breaks you try to interact with him but it always ends up failing. He doesn’t give you more than a grunt as a response. One night when your dad was supposed to pick you up from your summer diner job, Joel showed up instead. When an argument started, it led to him between your legs on the side of a dark backroad.
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), smut, mock sympathy, mention of Sarah for a second(SORRYYY), oral(m! and f! receiving), power imbalance, praise, degradation, edging, dubcon, assplay, orgasm denial, creampie, pet names (bunny), age gap (READER IS IN LATE 20’S, JOEL IS IN EARLY 40S), spitting, bdsm(if you squint), shaming, dad’s bestfriend trope, public sex, dirty talking, JOEL TALKING YOU THROUGH IT;)))), unprotected p in v, finger sucking, throat fucking, rough sex, regret, post nut clarity, spanking, small angst moment.
Author's note: English is not my first language and this is my first ever tumblr fanfiction. Sorry for errors and typos! Hope you enjoy! Might turn this into a mini series if you guys want it. Listen to my moon my man by feist while reading!
Word Count: 5.0k
Part Two
In this world, there are two things you hate the most. Finals and your dad's best friend Joel Miller.
So when he stood leaning against his aged truck with a burning cigarette between his lips, you could do nothing but let out a sigh from deep within your chest.
You’ve recently moved back to your hometown from college for the summer and had been working at a diner you used to pick up shifts at when you were 17.
Joel Miller was the most miserable person you’ve ever met in your entire adult life. You didn't know how your dad handled him.
You barely knew much about him because he popped into your dad's life about a month before you left for college.
The only thing you did know about him was that he had a daughter that he barely talked about and was divorced.
Maybe that's what made him mad at the entire world.
Anytime you were home for college you hated having to interact with him because he was very difficult to talk to. Because you were naturally a social butterfly, you made an effort to engage in conversations with him but the only response he would ever give you was a one-liner or a serious grunt. It was like talking to an ocean.
But there was always an unspoken tension between the two of you since the day you met him at a Fourth of July get-together your dad hosted. That same night he accidentally walked in on you changing out of your bikini because he thought the bathroom was vacant.
There would be times when he would stare at you so attentively as your lips wrapped around the glass of a cola bottle. The moment you locked eyes with him he would look away as if you were a nobody.
One time when your dad was hosting Thanksgiving dinner, Joel gripped your waist to get past you in the kitchen that was crowded with your dad's neighbors and co-workers. The moment he realized it was you, he took his hands off you as if you had burned him. Feeling the way his coarse hands rested against the softness of your skin sent a shiver down your spine.
You couldn't form a solid opinion on him.
“Dad’s been drinking,” Joel grumbled, throwing the cigarette onto the concrete and crushing it under his run-down boot. “Told me to pick you up.”Joel forced the sentence out, making it sound like getting me from work was a problematic task.
You didn't say anything. You just strolled past him and slid into the passenger side of the bench seat. The cushion was worn out, and the truck reeked of Marlboro Reds. You always despised how they had a powerful smell.
After a couple of seconds, Joel jumped into the truck and uttered a profanity under his breath before starting up the truck. It didn't take him long before he backed out of the diner’s empty parking lot and hit the road.
Home was about 30 minutes away and you didn't know how you were going to deal with the suffocating silence that was hanging in the air already. Not even music was able to benefit the tension because his truck’s radio was permanently lifeless.
“Full moon tonight.” You announced, unable to handle the silence any longer. You stared at the windshield and took in the sight of a dull gray orb hovering over the dark sky.
Joel didn’t speak a word, he didn’t even acknowledge that you were there. Instead, he maintained his fist tight against the steering wheel, keeping his eyes on the road. The grip was so tense that you could see his knuckles turning white from your side of the truck.
“Full moon brings out all the crazes,” You scoffed, trying to engage into more conversation. “This dude was walking in and out of the diner every five minutes, I thought he was going to rob the place.” You joked, angling to Joel.
“Probably was just high.” Joel grumbled, cutting the conversation down awfully rapidly.
The rest of the ride was noiseless.
You shifted in your seat as Joel sighed for the one millionth time in minutes.
You didn't even bother looking at him, instead, you brought your hands to your jeans and fidgeted with the dark denim for a couple of minutes. Eventually your hands began exploring with the seat’s cushion until it reached the bottom of the cushion. You halted when you felt a crease. It held something in between it and the material was thin like paper. You dragged it out of the cushion’s crease to see what it was.
Joel was too preoccupied, lighting up another cigarette and rolling down his windows to attend to what you were doing.
The item was a Polaroid of Joel. It must have been when he was a little younger because his hair wasn't peppered with silver and he didn't have a scar on his nose.
For once, he was smiling. It was the first time you ever saw him smile. Your eyes continued to inspect the Polaroid. Beside him was a girl in a blue and white lined Jersey, she was carrying a trophy in her hand. She looked just like him. She even had the identical captivating smile.
You turned the Polaroid around, finding Joel’s name next to the name ‘Sarah’ in the upper right corner.
The picture almost made you beam at the wholesome picture but before you could process anything, The Polaroid was forcefully ripped from your grip which made your gaze shoot up at Joel.
“The hell is wrong with you?” He shouted, leaning over to you then placing the Polaroid in the glove compartment. “Don’t touch what ain't yours, god dammit!” He didn’t have a lick of happiness on his face. The tone of his deep southern drawl was enough to straighten your posture in an instant.
He was frantically scanning his eyes to the glove compartment, you, and the road.
“I’m sorry, I felt it under the seat,” I choked out an apology, bringing my eyes to him. “I didn't know.”
He didn't reply right away. His eyes stayed on the road for half a second longer than they should. The silence was intimidating, forcing your heart to forget a few beats.
He inhaled an extended drag of his cigarette then tossed it out of the window with more force than needed.
You wondered what that picture meant to him.
“Always so damn nosy,” He grunted under his breath before rubbing his hands through the thickness of his brunette and silver curls.
“I wasn't looking through your things, Joel,” I admitted, keeping my voice as stern as possible. It was a lie though.
“Doesn’t matter,” he muttered, voice low. “You still touched it.”
“It’s a stupid Polaroid,” you replied with a humorless laugh, throwing your hands up in defense. His logic made you want to tell him how idiotic he sounded.
He poked his tongue against the side of his cheek. You observed as his shoulders rose and lowered. His speechlessness felt like a punishment so you continued.
You let your emotions get the best of you.
“Ever since I’ve met you, you’ve been so miserable,” I quarrelled. “If I were that Sarah kid-,”
Before you finished your sentence, the truck came to an abrupt stop. If you weren't wearing a seat belt, your head probably would have slammed against the windshield.
“Don’t you dare say her name!” Joel cautioned while pointing a finger inches away from your face.
you glared at his dark eyes for longer than required. you watched as a hint of something glared into them but it was gone before your brain could process it.
“I’m walking home.” You blurted in an infuriated manner. “Ever since I've met you, you treated me like I've done something wrong to you.”
Joel’s jaw clenched so strongly that it could slice diamonds.
“I’ve tried being nice to you for years,” you confronted, before yanking off your seatbelt. “But you are nothing but a miserable old man who pushes people away to feel better about himself,” You assumed.
“Stop acting like you know me,” Joel declared in a wildly. offending fashion.
You scoffed then opened the truck door before getting out. You then slammed the door so forcefully that it slightly shook the truck.
“Hey!” You heard the driver's door open but you kept walking alongside the dark, vacant road. “You don't get to walk away when you feel like it!” His southern accent was completely on display.
“Well I'm doing it right now!” You roared back and proceeded to walk briskly.
His hefty footsteps were approaching behind you quicker than you anticipated..
Before you knew it, a large calloused hand gripped your forearm driving you to yelp. Feeling Joel's touch sent electricity down your body.
“Joel,” You called out between your clenched teeth as you looked up at his towering figure. “Let go of me.”
He didn't respond to your demand. Instead he tugged you by your forearm to the truck. You attempted to fight against his grip but nothing helped due to how much stronger he was than you.
You nevertheless struggled in his grip. “I said I am walking the fuck home, Joel,” You declared openly as he tightened his grip around your forearm. In an instant, you were pinned against the side of the truck and him.
“You are getting in this god damn truck,” Joel gave notice, looking down at you. You opened your mouth to fire back with another reply but nothing came from between your lips.
For the first time since the truck had stopped, the anger in his eyes seemed to be gone because Something else was there. It was something you’d caught a glimpse of when he snatched away the Polaroid.
His grip on your forearm loosened barely.
“Stop acting like you got me figured out,” he elucidated, his voice lower now. “You don’t know a damn thing about me.”
Your chest heaved as you kept your eyes on him. Your eyes searched his face, studying every detail of his structure.
“Then tell me,” you said softer than usual as Joel stared at you.
Neither of you moved.
His gaze dropped to your lips. You let out a breathy exhale as you continued to observe the man. Slowly, almost as if he was giving you a chance to stop him, he lifted a hand to the back of your neck.
You didn’t pull away.
In a matter of seconds, Joel crashed his lips onto yours. He moved with such hungry desire as his other hand found their way to your hips. You gave in and opened your mouth for his tongue to slide in. It was the best feeling you've ever felt resulting in a moan exiting from your throat.
You moved in sync with Joel as you pressed your body closer to his. Both of your tongues fought for dominance as his hand trailed up your neck grabbing a fistful of your hair.
Immediately, he pulled away as if you'd just hurt him. The loss of his warm touch was direct.
“Fuck!” He cursed into the air with a defeated sigh. “We can not do this,” Joel stuttered, making an effort to convince himself that kissing you was extremely mistaken.
“We can.” I debated as I stepped closer to him.
“I am old enough to be your dad,your dad will kill me.” He said as if it was an improper thing. “You don't want this, sweetheart,”
You pulled him closer by his belt loop, looking up at him.
“I know what I want,” You mumbled before lowering to your knees in front of him and fiddling with the leather of his belt. “And it’s you.”
He sighed, giving in and accepting your reply.
You gradually started to undo his leather, your eyes gazing over the dark shadows of his perfectly structured face. His eyes were observing you heavily, watching as you unzipped his jeans.
“Eager little thing,” He teased as his fingers found their way to your jaw, softly stroking your skin with the pad of his thumb.
He slid his belt from his jeans before you could get to his boxers. He wrapped the strip of leather around your neck, it acted like a leash. The leather pressed cold against your skin as a small whimper escaped from your throat.
Knowing that you were about to take your dad’s best friend cock into your mouth at the side of a dark road was enough to send a familiar ache to tingle between your legs.
The same man who wouldn’t even give you a reply if your life depended on it was now directly in control of you and your body.
Joel’s cock grew even more stiff in his grey boxers and his length pulsed with longing as he gave the belt a tug, bringing you closer to him.
“Come on bunny, show me how much you want this,” He challenged, gazing down at you as you hooked your hands around the stretchy waistband of his boxer.
In a flash, you pulled them down and watched as his cock sprung out. The sight of length under the moonlight caused you to choke out a sound. Joel’d cock was curved upward with a thick vein along the side of it. Your mouth watered at how girthy he was and how his pink mushroom tip was slicked with precum. He had a full bush of brunette hair peppered with silver around the base of his cock.
You nervously swallowed before bringing your hands up his length. Your thumb rubbed underneath the tip, touching the most sensitive part of his cock. In response, he twitched in your hand and gave you a small impatient groan.
You stroke his entire length while not breaking eye contact with him then wrapped your lips around his velvety tip. You did it in the exact manner as you do with your cola bottles.
Joel cursed as he slowly thrusted into your mouth, growing so impatient with your unhurried pace.
He yanked the belt so you took him deeper into your mouth. Once his thick tip hits the back of your throat, you let out a gag. He seemed to enjoy it because he jerked in your mouth.
You let your tongue out as you pushed him deeper down your throat. He was so deep in your mouth that you managed to lick his balls with the tip of your tongue.
“Look at my pro.” He praised you as you pulled his cock out of your mouth and slapped it onto your tongue a few times. “‘S what you’ve been doing in college?”
His deep mocking tone brought a pulse to spasm on your clit. You clenched your thighs tightly for some release as you wrapped your lips around his cock and began sucking harder. You were trying your best to take him all in your mouth.
“What am I going to do with you?” He tsked before grabbing the back of head and thrusting harder into your mouth at a punishing swiftness. You gagged harder as drool dripped down to your black work shirt. “Such a damn slut.”
You couldn’t take the pressure building between your legs so you shamelessly dug your free hand down your pants and into your lace panty.
You ran your fingers down your velvety folds, getting a sense of how soaked you were with your arousal. You then brought your delicate palm against your clit.It was larger in size due to the pressure that’s been building the moment Joel put his lips on yours. You grinded against your palm instead of circling your clit.
Eventually, Joel caught on to what you were doing because the moan you let out vibrated against his tip. He halted then drew his cock from out of your mouth. A line of saliva stayed connected to your mouth and his cock and his length was glistening in your drool.
“You poor selfish thing,” He snorted, yanking you up from your knees. “You just couldn't wait huh?”
“I need you, Joel.” You pleaded, his name sounding like a prayer against your lips.
“Yeah?” He challenged, tilting his head slightly to the side as a small grin crept onto one corner of his lips.
You nodded as he looked at your drool-covered face.
“I think I should teach you a really good lesson.” He spoke before dragging you by the belt. The tug of it made a small gasp exit your lips.
He opened the closest door of the truck, which was the passenger side and bent you over the bench seat’s cushion, resulting in half of your body being outside of the truck.
You heard Joel behind you and it made your entrance clench around nothing but his dominant presence alone.
He took the belt from around your neck and clasped your hands behind your back in a rough, swift motion. It didn’t take him long to restrain your arms together with the belt. You couldn’t move your upper body no matter how hard you tried.
“Easy.” He mumbled in a dangerously low tone when he noticed your struggle. “Just say the words and we can stop this right now.”
“Just touch me please,” I begged. “I need you.”
He huffed out a small laugh before bringing his knees in between your legs, prompting you to open them wider.
He started to slide your tights down to your knees, the Texan air hitting the skin of your ass.
You were nearly fully exposed to him from the hips down now. You felt the roughness of his enormous hand palm your ass before he ripped your lace black underwear into pieces like an animal. You panted at his actions.
Warm air started to fan against your damp cunt.
Oh my god, he was going down on you.
No one’s ever done that before.
You felt his warm tongue lick your slick folds causing you to stiffen at the shock of this unfamiliar pleasure. Your knees nearly buckled.
Your nails dug into the skin of your wrist as Joel licked from your entrance down to your swollen clit. You let out a soft squirm while he took his hands to spread you open some more.
He delivered consistent delicate licks to your bud. Your hips chased his hot mouth. His beard scraped against your folds and he latched his mouth on you, suctioning your clit. Your body tensed at how strongly he was sucking on you.
“Sweetest cunt I've ever tasted,” He groaned between your legs. Your eyes rolled to the back because you could do nothing but take what he was giving you.
The moans that rolled out your mouth got louder as he delicately bit down on your clit. He then slid his tongue up to your entrance before pushing his tongue inside you. That resulted in you clenching tightly around him, your cunt becoming greedy for his mouth.
“Joel…”You whimpered, practically fucking yourself with his tongue. “Please.”
The knot that was building in your lower stomach instantly withered away once he pulled his face away from you.
“I don't think you deserve to cum yet, bunny,” He spoke out before standing up and positioning himself between your legs.
“I will be so good.” You sounded so pathetic, making an effort to chase a release that was taken away from you.
You felt the warmth of his cock near your cunt, bringing you to tilt your hips up more.
“I know you will, sweetheart.” He replied in a reassuring fashion. His hand found the small of your lower back as his tip softly skimmed over your dripping folds.
He exhaled a baritone groan as his mushroom tip stretched out your entrance. It barely wanted to fit in your tight cunt.
Everything about him was so giant.
You let out a soft cry of pleasing discomfort as he slowly sank deeper into you. In reaction, your legs unintentionally shook as you whimpered his name. Your pussy was swallowing him whole. You could feel your walls trying to adapt to the major girthy stretch.
“I can't…”You trailed off but struggled to find the words to finish your sentence. “It’s too much.”
“It’s okay, bunny,” he cooed, gently rubbing the small of your back as he bottomed out. He was so deep in you that you felt his balls against your clit. “I got you, relax.”
Your mouth remained open and your brows stayed furrowed as he proceeded with thrusting in you. A dull pain grew in your lower belly every time he moved and you squirmed underneath him.
“Aint know how long I've been wanting you.” He confessed after nearly pulling his cock all the way out of you; only his tip stayed into you and your walls clenched around it like he was going to vanish.
Knowing that he did feel something towards you only made you desire Joel more.
When he thrusted into you, it was like a reminder of how full he made you feel, though the stretch was so devastating.
After a couple of these unhurried thrusts, he picked up his pace. Crashing his hips into yours in a pure disciplining manner. Your pussy was gushing around him, you felt the creamy ring from your pussy forming around his cock. The noise of your wetness laced with your moans and Joel’s groans filled the air around the both of you.
“So fucking gorgeous.” He remarked, bringing his hands to the fat of your hips. The knot in you was building and Joel knew it too because of how tight you were squeezing his shaft.
You cried out as you took all that he was offering.
“For someone who dislikes me…”You choked out against the worn-out cushion, attempting to finish your sentence but you fell short when he pounded into your cunt with little mercy. His balls slammed against your clit at the ideal pace.
“Go on.” He demanded, picking up the swiftness. He brought the back of his hand to your ass and smacked it..
You couldn’t even form a proper thought, your mouth fell open as you gasped against the cushion. You closed your eyes in maximum pleasure as your heart heaved against your chest.
“Cant even finish your damn sentence.” He tssked, mocking your attempt to speak. “Yet, here you are letting this miserable old fuck take you like a whore.”
If you weren’t so fucked out of your mind, his insulting tone would have caused you two to argue. But with the way he was handling you, you let it slide because you were so close to cumming that your walls began to spasm in waves. Moans and breathy whimpers were the only thing fleeing from your mouth. Just a couple more thrusts and you would have released yourself all over Joel’s lengthy cock.
“Harder…please Joel.” You pleaded in response to the pressure building, greedily lifting your hips up to take more of his length.
He huffed out a chuckle through his sea of groans. You figured he was close too because his thrusts were evolving into careless strokes.
“I know baby, I know,” Joel mockingly cooed. “You want to cum?” he invited while proceeding with massaging the small of your back with his thumb.
You nodded frantically as an inhumane cry left your throat. It was like Joel was attempting to make your walls take the shape of his massive cock in you.
“Then tell me who’s pussy does this belong to?” He called into question as his thrust got deeper.
“You, Joel!”You cried out in a brief answer. You were almost at the edge, you felt the knot in you about to snap.
“That right?” He tested some more. Your juices were fully dripping down your thighs now.
You nodded against the cushion and dug your nails into your wrist harder. Your thighs were tensing and quivering as you felt your orgasm about to hit.
In a matter of seconds, it was taken away from you. The sensation that was building in you was directly fading.
In shock you whined, attempting to turn your head further to the side to get a better view of Joel.
His curls were falling in his face, he was too busy looking down at where you guys connected in awe. His soft lips were narrowly parted as his pace was sluggish and plunging. Stripping the orgasm away from you.
“This is a life lesson bunny,” He grumbled sternly before sliding out to where only his tip was in you. You whimpered, chasing the warmth of his cock with your hips. “Sometimes beggars can't be choosers.”
He then bottomed out in you and you choked on your own saliva. You felt every brutal inch of him stretching you back out.
“Please Joel.” You rocked your hips to ease the ache.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he spread your ass wide so your hole was more visible then spat. The warm, sticky fluid found its way right at your ass’ rim. He took the spit and smeared it around the rim some more.
Joel took his thumb and stuck it into your ass. You tensed underneath him, both of your holes clamping around him.
You both let out a moan.
“We need to give this hole some attention.” Joel groaned out before matching his thumb to the pace of his cock. Slow and excruciatingly deep.
The sensation of being so full had you squirming away but his strong grip on your hip was enough to keep you in place.
“You can do it bunny,” He continued his thrust as you whined. “Relax for me.”
“Too much…no more Joel.” You begged, attempting to push his thumb from out of your untrained asshole.
He listened this time but in return, Joel didn’t only take his thumb out of you; he pulled his cock out too.
The feeling of being empty was bittersweet but You were caught by surprise when he turned you over in a swift motion. Your tied hands were now underneath you. He yanked off the rest of your pants and torn underwear then brought your legs to his waist.
This position made Joel have fuller access to you. Joel lined his glistening cock against your entrance again and sank back into you. “You take me so well, sweetheart.” He moaned, his southern drawl laced with pure fascination.
It didn’t take long before picked up his pace. This time he was drilling into you with no compassion. You could do nothing but allow your pussy to swallow his length because of the position he had you in.
The sound of your sweaty skin slapping against his was fierce. Your cries were coming to be strained and louder as your back arched from off the truck’s bench seat. You didn’t care how comfortless the position was because all you focused on was Joel’s thrust building your orgasm back up and the burning sensation coming from your core.
Joel noticed your loudness and he stuck a few fingers in your mouth,pacifying your pathetic sounds. This was a physical reminder that your pussy was milking him dry on the side of the road. You sucked Joel’s thick fingers, tasting yourself as they muffled your moans.
The hot pressure building inside of you.
“You are doing so well sweetheart.” His hands snaked around the back of your neck and forced you to look at where you guys connected. He made sure you were looking at the mess as he spat directly between your legs. The warm liquid dripped down your clit and near your entrance, sending a shiver down your spine. The cream from your tired cunt fully formed a ring around Joel’s cock.
“Such a messy bunny,” He grunted, moving his rough hands down to your swollen,aching bud. He circled it a few times which nearly made your legs clamp shut. “you are going to watch every second of me fucking you.”
You let out an audible cry as you clenched around him, a desire burning in you as he thrusted into the precious spot inside of you.
His animalistic noises filled the air once he approved of you laying back down onto the bench seat. He brought your legs over his shoulder before leaning forward so his face was in the crook of your neck. Joel was folding you like a chair in this position.
You slowly regretted not taking off your work shirt because the feeling of his warm mouth on your puffy nipples made your cunt clench around him.
“Don’t stop,” You breathed out in a whiny sob after squinting your eyes shut. The angle he was in was something so serious and lethal that you were completely stretched out to the maximum.
“So damn needy,”
“You make me feel so good, Joel.” I blurted out, the wave of ecstasy pooling against my lower stomach.
“I know bunny,” He groaned as the sloppiness of his thrusts indicated to me he was near his own release.
“Just like that,” He praised the way you lifted your hips more. His groans were now pathetic whimpers because he was losing control of himself. “Atta girl.”
The way he was talking you through everything made you clamp around his cock with tremendous strength. You were about to release and Joel figured it.
He continued pounding into you as you squirmed. A blasting choke coming from out of your chest as you shivered underneath him.
Your walls spasmed around the girth of his cock, a wave-like gesture massaged his cock and brought him to his own release. You felt Joel twitch in you as he fucked you through your high.
“You are doing great, bunny.” He could barely contain himself any longer. I bit down on my lips and nodded in reaction to his praise as his pace quickened.
“Prettiest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He remarked while halting deep into your cunt. He was filling you up with his cum. The warm sticky feeling caused your back to arch as he remained deep inside you.
He waited there for a couple of seconds before taking his cock out of your puffy pussy. The emptiness between your legs resulted in you whining. The mess your cunt made mixed with his cum was gradually dripping out of you and onto the cushion below you.
You two were both breathing laboriously, looking at each other. Joel was wide-eyed like he'd just seen a ghost; Like he couldn’t believe that he fucked his bestfriend’s daughter on the side of the road. Your lips parted while you stared up at him in shock that you allowed him to be this rough with you.
cw: age-gap (20s — early 40s), jealousy and possessiveness, phone sex, oral sex (reader receiving)
he wasn't supposed to stay - actually, he wasn't even supposed to step foot into your house. not today, at least. it was aizawa's turn to check up on you.
but, regardless of useless semantics: higuruma, your dad'd best friend, was now standing in front of you.
complying nodding in your direction. accepting your, ever so sweet, offer to: 'fix him something to eat'. allusive, lying domesticity clings to your body - hugging your exquisite form, in front of his weakening gaze. making him suffer, making him dream; worst of all, making him crave, hope in a uncertain future, he'll never have - not with you, at least.
it's not what you expect.
heavenly nourishments drips down his face. messy stripes of your syrupy supper glide past his lips. marking the harsh flesh of his chin. caressing the arched outline of his neck - making his skin tingle, beneath the precise march of your utter need over his body.
it's not what he expects.
the muscles in his back fervently flicker to life, as he shamelessly runs towards you - obediently following your every quiver, every faint movement, every eager buck of your hips. his massive arms slither over your body - caging you in, like a snake circling the helpless figure of his next meal. "I can take it," higuruma suddenly speaks - his words shadowed, hushed by his desperation to keep you close. "make me work for you — fuuuck, — it's all right, I'll do it all" he laughs in you. the vibrations making your head as light as a feather. "keep running', c'mon. I'll chase you — 'sluuurp!' I'll never stop"
"hiro . . . !" you breathlessly mewl in the air.
his tongue spreads your lips apart. slowly exploring every inch of your sex - letting your drippy, crystal need guide his route. he hums, trapped within your weeping folds. "here," one of his arms gently rises up your body. his hand softly pressed against the quivering flesh of your rib cage. he moans, sucking your already hard bundle of nerves, into his mouth as his thumb, almost like a ghost of a touch, traces the plump, round flesh of your under boob. "'m here. 'm not going anywhere" higuruma guides your hand downwards - urging your pretty, little fingers to tightly tangle within the darkness of his hair.
your whole body tenses - trembling and barbarically drifting away from his touch. "yeah?" he asks, viciously tightening his grip over your misbehaving body. "I feel you —shit, there's no need baby, no need to tense away from me now, is it?" he smirks. his cock desperately sobbing inside its textured cage, as he watches your pretty head bob up and down - vigorously nodding, just for him. "thaaat's it. I've got you. c'mere, I'll keep you close to me"
a soft, innocent kiss lands on your puffy clit, making your orgasm roar like a wild beast inside your weakening body. heat pools, like the heaviest of floods, in your lower tummy. your back arching away from the sheets, only leaving behind the dampness of your past pleasure. "f-fuck — oh my god! I'm gonna —"
your phone rings.
"you should take that," he speaks. your phone already caged in between his slender fingers. "here" higurma adds, a stern look heavily plastered on his sculpted face as he hands you your phone. his jaw firmly ticking, locking in place as he observes your pretty cheeks enflame, assuming a deeper shade of red as your eyes dart over the screen.
you unconsciously sigh. uncertainty washing over your every sense. "no need to worry, sweetheart" he grinds his big, moonlit arch of his nose against your inner thigh - leaving a faint, invisible trail of kisses as he speaks. "I'll be as good as he is"
'fuck it' you think, siding your thumb across the dim lit screen - finally, answering his call.
faint statics sound crackle over the phone, slowly guiding his voice closer to your ears. "hey kiddo," aizawa rasps out. his voice deep, enchanting, dripping with every filthy fantasy you ever envisioned. your eyes gently roll in the back of your skull, as your hips mindlessly grind, in slow heavy circles against higuruma's chin. "you okay? fuck, sorry for not showing up today"
you gasp, throwing your back against the soft surface of the pillow, as higuruma's skilled tongue spreads your pussy open, once again.
"work has been a fucking pain in the ass and . . . " aizawa's words get lost in translation, as your body regains control over your lost orgasm. the older man's hands wildly running all over your body. exposing your youthfulness to him. his eyes never leaving yours as his tongue utterly ruins you for everyone else but him. fucking you so incredibly hard, unexplainably deep.
". . . mh, can you forgive me, kid?" aizawa's words finally reach you. his tone leaving you completely speechless - imprisoning you under his spell.
"yeah!" you nod. moaning, out loud, without even thinking.
"yeah?" he asks, now weary of your, never heard of, tone. "you good, baby? 'm not interrupting something, am I?"
higuruma harshly sinks his teeth into your thumping, little bundle of nerves - urging your attention right back to him. taking control of the situation for you. his tongue draws delicate, intricate shapes over your dripping folds. his darkening eyes like famelic predators, as they look up at you. his wet muscle moves again over your sex, this time with more force - more precision. you whine, covering your mouth beneath your palm, as the real meaning of his actions hits you like the sweetest of slaps. he's telling you - no, he's instructing you on what to do, what to say next. using your pussy as his own words.
"n-no" you repeat what he's spelling out for you.
the lawyer smiles at your obedience. gifting you with a slow, sensual drag of his tongue all over your sopping slit.
aizawa bitterly laughs at your pathetic attempts to disguise your pleasure. for fucks sake, he's a grown ass man, he knows. he's been around. he knows those sounds - he greets them like old friends. "no?" he brushes a hefty hand over his face. "fuck, c'mon now. you don't sound nearly as convincing as you wish, kiddo. you know your dad's gonna kill him — hell! I'm gonna fuckin' kill him" jealousy spreads like wild fire under his skin.
higuruma laughs at his best friend's desperation. burying and sucking your pleasure button deeper into the depth of his eager mouth.
"ah — 'sho . . . !" you pant, in a desperate search for air.
the older man grunts in you. spitting his frustration out on your cunt. watching as his saliva slips and slide deeper into your folds - merging and horrendously blending with your liquid, pearly arousal. "don't," he warns, in a almost voiceless growl. guiding his drool to gently glide past the tight circumference of your entrance. "he's not here. his name doesn't mean anything — 'm here, fuck 'm here. call out to me, just me"
aizawa furiously fists his shirt in his hand. grinding his teeth together as the wild sounds of the bed sheets rustling beneath your body reaches his consciousness. "that's it," he spats out. his thumb already hovering above the imposing camera button. "pick up," he adds - venom sipping out his every word. "let me see you"
"shouta!" high-pitch little sounds escape past your parted lips, as the unexpected reflection of your pleasure greets you through the screen. you feel, almost caged by your own gaze - utterly incapable to look away, as everything higuruma was doing to you perfectly reflects over your tensed features.
"answer me, baby" he urges. abusing his lips with his own teeth. "lemme catch you in your little lie — mh, fuck it's either this, or me coming to you right now. is that really what you want?"
higuruma grinds his nose in you. tracing your entrance with his tongue, as he anchors your trembling legs over his shoulders. his heavy hands seemingly soothe all of your worries away - caressing and gently painting silly little figures over your flesh. "everything's fine, sweetheart" your legs crawl deeper over his back. your ankles tightly locking with one another, as you hold his head in place. "let him see, answer him"
the image of aizawa, now holding your phone hostage, almost pushes you over the edge. his long, messy black hair loosely tied behind his head - allowing fugitive strands of his locks to dangle at his sides, perfectly framing his rugged face. his stubble is heavy, almost out of control, as it descends over his face. pornographically caressing his lips, almost, forcefully pushing them into focus. his muscular arms are free - deliberately on display. like a dream come true as they flexed and moved beneath the dim, tender light of his apartment.
"shit," he growls. shaking his head at your fucked out expression. "can't even hide it for a second, huh baby?" he cups his chin in his hand. watching as your hungry eyes freely roam over his veins. tracing, creating patterns he shouldn't even allow you to see. "look at you — fuuck, — eyes rolling back, mouth fuckin' agape. shit you look like a goddam dream" aizawa leans back into his chair. inching an arm behind his head, as his eyes dawdle over your figure.
your eyelids slowly flutter shut at his praise. your cunt eagerly throbbing around the dampness of higuruma's tongue.
"you're close" the lawyer whispers, caressing the quivering flesh of your legs with his fingers. the pads of his digits faintly pressing over your muscles, making your thighs jerk closer to his face. "there you go — fuck, you were so good to me" his tongue works faster over you. keeping his focus on your sensitive clit, as his mouth latches onto every inch of you, available within his reach. "you need to let go? yeah? oh, it's okay, baby — you can do it, mh, yeah do it f'me, c'mon — but," thrusting the prominent arch of his nose into your pussy, he guides your lips to drift apart. keeping his beautiful eyes on you as he plays with your pleasure. "don't let him see"
higuruma guides your arm over your body. letting it gently rest over your trembling tummy. his fingers deft, moving swiftly as they angle your phone to him.
"shit," aizawa laughs. the vibrations of his amusement landing right onto your flesh, forcing little, lustful sounds to faintly glide past your lips. "you fucking traitor," they both smile. "I could punch you right now"
higuruma swirls his tongue around your little pleasure button. slowly sucking your lips in his mouth, as he keeps his eyes plastered over your phone screen. "oh, yeah," he moans, as wet, nasty squelching sounds linger in the air. "I bet you do"
your curse. throwing your head back, as your hands wildly tremble under the weight of your phone. your body tensing, jerking away from the sheets, as your impelling orgasm bullies its way through your system.
"she's cumming," the lawyer warns both himself and his best friend. "she's fuckin' cumming for me" he spits out, putting a little too much emphasis on the last part of his filthy remark.
the tight knot in your tummy, finally comes undone. freeing with a dangerous force the rough edges of your soul-shattering orgasm. fat, pearly white tears roll down your eyes, as your body falls victim of the unmerciful after shock waves of the peak of your utter pleasure.
higuruma kisses your pussy better, making your hips swiftly jolts away from his loving touches. "pity," he speaks. his free hand already clutching the faint edges of your phone. "real pity, shouta. you should've seen her — fuck, prettiest little thing I've ever had the honour to please"
"fuck off, hiromi"
"so grumpy," the layer mocks him, still pampering your flesh in soft, chaste kisses. "fuck old man, you should know by now: first come," his eyes drifts to you - keeping you in place as he toys with his best friend. "first served" he winks at you. once again, sucking your clit in between his lips.
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Minors and Men DNI (18+)
˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Dbf! Trucker Sevika, who has been working for the same company for ten years, met your dad at a rest stop about five years ago. He asked her if she had a lighter for his cigarette (which of course she did), and the two became fast friends after that.
˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who found out they lived in the same town after they ran into each other at the local grocery store, and your dad invited her over for drinks frequently. He would mention his twenty-five year old daughter frequently, but Sevika figured you were the type to stop by for holidays then disappear again.
˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who was surprised to see you opening the door to your father's house one day, tilting your head in confusion, partly because she was surprised to see a younger girl instead of your greying father but more surprised that you were really, really pretty.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who had to clear her throat as you bent over, opening the fridge to offer her a beer because your shorts left very little to the imagination.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who listened to you explain your father ran to the store but should be back soon, so why not keep you company in the meantime?
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who could not keep her eyes from following the condensation droplet from your beer trail down your throat, disappearing into your cleavage. You were saying something about how you were staying over the summer to keep an eye on your dad.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who had only noticed you went silent when she dragged her eyes up and saw a pleased smirk sitting on your face, asking if she saw something more interesting she would like to talk about.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who was moments away from saying something highly inappropriate, until she heard the front door swing open.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who listened to your dad introduce you as his pride and joy as you played along innocently, formally introducing yourself.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who noticed your hand on her defined bicep, lingering a fraction of a second too long when she eventually left that night.
“Is it okay if I have your number? Just in case you need to call me if my dad runs into trouble on the roads.”
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika, who knew she was in deep shit after that day.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who cursed at whatever higher power was up there after dreaming of your perfectly manicured nails leaving scratch marks on her lower back as she tried to hold you impossibly close while grinding her cunt against your puffy little clit.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who hoped that you would not be home when she stopped over for dinner one Sunday, and yet there you were across the dinner table from her, batting your pretty eyelashes at her.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who thought you may have invented a new form of torture when you sweetly asked
“Daddy, can you pass me the salt, please?” and was sorely disappointed you were not talking to her.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who did not expect to see you at a local gas station before she headed out of town on another job.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika, who watched you climb into her big rig after you asked her for a tour in shorts she was surprised were not considered public indecency.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who could no longer hold back when you laid on her cot in the back of her truck, propping yourself up with your forearms.
“So, can we stop playing this cat and mouse game now, or do I have to ask you more plainly to fuck me?”
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who had never heard such pretty moans in her entire life as your thighs tightened around her head as her tongue lapped up every drop of cum leaking out of you.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who conveniently could not find the panties you were wearing by the time you wobbled out of her big rig saying.
“Text me next time you are in town k?”
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who hung up your red lace thong right above her cot, glancing at it every once in a while in her review mirror. Mouth salivating from the memory.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika, who knew she had to put you in your place when her phone lit up one day mid-drive with a photo of delicate pink lace doing a terrible job of covering your perky nipples
“Maybe I should wear this set next time.”
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who showed up to your father’s house unannounced under the guise of having a few beers.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who easily outdrank your father as he happily passed out in his recliner, while you floated down the stairs, taking in the sight, and motioning her to follow you.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika, who knew your father would kill her if you both got caught like this.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who shoved you against you against your vanity hand tangled in your hair as she made you watch as she left marks down the side of your throat.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who lost all patience when she saw your phone light up with her missed text asking where you were. Her pupils dialating when she saw her contact was saved under “Daddy”
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who had to made it obvious she had a thing for your soaked panties as she shoved the lace into your mouth so you kept your voice down. Your tongue salivating around the fabric.
“Be a good girl and stay nice and quiet while I make you feel good,” she would whisper in your ear, three knuckles buried so deep in your cunt your eyes rolled back.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who dragged her soaked fingers up your body, leaving the shiny sticky substance behind on your tummy, before pushing them past your swollen lips.
“Look daddy in the eyes while you taste yourself, yeah?” She would taunt as your eyes filled with tears as you happily gagged around her fingers she pushed farther and farther down your throat.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who started to spoil you rotten, getting you small gifts she thought you would like on trips. Paired of course, with various lingerie sets she accumulated.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who texted you her address and where she keeps the spare key to her house, when she was returning from a long haul one day.
“10:15pm. My room. Wear that lavender set that barely holds your tits in.”
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who could barely focus on you, asking her if she had a good trip when you looked like that on her bed.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who remembered all the dirty photos you would send her while on the road as she gripped your hair, pushing her strap further down your throat to where your nose brushed against her thick bush.
“Brats don't get to be fucked until they get my cock nice and sloppy.”
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who sucked in a breath letting you up for air watching that one string of saliva drip from the tip of the silicone as you coughed, catching your breath.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who had you straddling her lap as she drove up into you over and over, filling the room with the sound of your ass rippling against her thighs.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who wished she had recorded this as she stood up hooking an arm around your waist, bouncing you up and down on her waist, watching the dark blue dildo disappear into your cunt.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who had your head tipping back, screaming her name as you came for what had to be the tenth time that evening.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who looked at the clock at around 3am as both of you lay on the mattress trying to catch your breath.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who climbed on top of your tired frame, took out her phone and told you to look up at her with that exhausted fucked out look in your eyes.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika who remembered exactly how she palmed your tits after as she looked at the printed polaroid of you ruined for her on her truck's dash next time she left town.
༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Dbf! Trucker Sevika, whose eyes darkened when she saw a text from you.
“When are you going to bring me along with you so you can fuck me in every state?”
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oh nothing, just laying here and thinking about dbf!soldier boy who absolutely HATES any boy you bring home. (how is he supposed to let someone parade around with whats his hm!)
*rearranging ur guts*
"see you don't need a boyfriend when you got me sweetheart."
(smut) dbf! jack abbot- this is lowkey a wild ask so it's completely up to you if you want to write it or not but... like soft smut where reader is scared of pelvic floor exams. asked jack about pain with penetration and he said he'd examine them if they wanted that. time passes before reader finally agrees, jack coming over to their apartment- let's just say it ends with stubble burns against their thighs.
— I LOVE WILD ASKS please never ever be afraid to send ‘em i really loved this one.
As you had gotten older, you allowed your yearly pelvic exam to come and go. Sometimes you would get the courage to make the appointment and tell yourself this year you’re gonna do it. You’re gonna face the music, anxiety be damned and go get checked out. Then as it inched closer and closer to the date you chicken out and cancel.
You were beyond scared of getting one. You knew exactly why too, losing your virginity had not been nearly as fun as all your friends made it out to be, sex hurt. When you told your girlfriends this they looked at you a little funny and asked maybe he didn’t do it right, it wasn’t exactly supposed to be painful, not the whole time anyway. So you did a few experiments of your own, cause maybe they were right and the guy just i don’t know did it wrong?
You bought a toy, a not too big but average to smaller sized dildo, online as going in store was too much to handle. And one night when your college roommates were out, you tried using it but it hurt just the same, you even tired just using your fingers but that wasn’t much better. From then on for years, you avoided sex as much as you could. All subsequent boyfriends who managed to persuade you into it just told you it'd be “Much better with me trust me baby” and it never really was.
When you bring it up to one of your friends again, they point something out that you had been trying to avoid thinking of. “Hey, isn't one of your dads friends a doctor or something? Why haven’t you asked him about it?” oh that guy. Yeah the one you are kinda a little too attracted to who’s not just your fathers friend but his best friend, who makes your brain short circuit each time he calls you sweetheart? That one. Yeah you’d rather not talk about how sex is painful to the older man, who is the closest person to your father. You just might have to though if you ever wanna actually enjoy sex in your life.
When you see Jack a few days later for your dads weekly dinner night he hosts, you manage to pull him away telling your dad it’s private girly medical related questions, he shuts up shortly after that.
“What's up kid you okay?” Jack asks, concern evident in his voice. You rarely asked him anything medical and he was a bit worried you’re about to ask him how long is it normal for a woman to go without getting her period. “How…” you squeak out. Oh god here it comes. Before you start again you clear your throat. “How um common is, you know pain during sex…” the word sex leaves your lips in a meek and quiet tone, Jack tries his best not to chuckle as to not embarrass you further, but he’s happy it's not the question he was expecting. “Pretty common kid, at least the first time” he explains calmly, his casual demeanor easing your anxiety only a bit. “And how about every time?”
The idea of you having sex multiple times shouldn't be making Jack's chest ache the way it is, you’re a young beautiful girl after all, he tries telling himself it’s only cause it’s apparently painful and he cares for you. This time he straightens up a bit, “if the guys aren’t being rough, it's less common, it shouldn’t be every time” he watches as your eyes go a little wide and shake your head no in response to the first half of his statement. “Have you had an exam lately kid?” This is a purely professional question so it shouldn’t feel as dirty as it does coming out of his mouth.
“I um normally cancel them” Jack can only sigh out in a bit of frustration. “You should really get them regularly sweetheart” he misses the way your thighs lightly squeeze together at the use of the nickname. “I’m scared s’ all, anything going um inside hurts and doctors offices only make me more nervous” you explain. He smooths a hand over your hair, sympathy lacing his voice. “it’s okay i don’t mean to make you feel bad about it kid i swear” “How-” he stops himself, his eyebrows furrowing as if he was debating something in his head. “What?” you prompt, trying your hardest to not buckle at the knees from the way he’s practically petting your head. Physical touch is a quite rare thing between you too minus a few hugs on birthdays or pats on the back. “How about I give you one?’ oh sweet jesus that sounds wrong. He clears his throat, his face a little flush now at his own words but he doesn’t backtrack. “I’m a doctor, that you know, so it’s less scary” “No appointment needed if that makes you more comfortable” as you are processing his words he continues on. “I could do it at your apartment, where ever you feel most comfortable”
Your throat shouldn't feel as dry as it does, but the idea of Jack examining your pussy makes your head spin and slick settle between your legs a little. Maybe you should just see a regular random doctor, not one you have a wildly inappropriate crush on. You leave him with a small “Thank you, I'll think about it” and run off with the excuse of using the bathroom. You leave before Jack that night without much of any goodbye to him, he tries not to dwell on it, he really hopes he didn’t upset you.
You however dwell for days on Jack’s suggestion. Without the underlying nerves you feel because of being attracted to him, it is a good idea. You’d feel far more comfortable, maybe too comfortable being examined by him rather than a doctor you hardly know. You don’t bring it up to anyone as you’re too embarrassed but you think about it for days. When you get a reminder for the last gyno appointment you were brave enough to make, you cancel it without another thought and text Jack.
All he does is thumbs up your message but for the next few hours you are anxious as all hell while waiting for him to knock on your door. You had given yourself the time both to calm down but also clean your apartment. Even though he was literally coming over to give you a vaginal exam and wouldn't care what your place looked like, you wanted it to be neat. Even if this was going to be probably the weirdest event in your life to date.
You are startled out of your train of thought by a knock at the door, you glance at the clock — 3pm exactly. Damn older men and their punctuality or was it a doctor thing? Shaking your head you nervously make your way to open the door, greeting Jack with a little awkward wave. He chuckles softly, the sound calming you as you step back from the open door to invite him in. “It’ll be alright, i’ll be gentle kid” his voice runs over your skin leaving behind goosebumps. You don’t know what you’re more nervous over, the expected pain of the actual examination or, the idea of Jack's hands on you, his fingers in you.
Without wasting much time Jack settled into a semi professional but still comforting balance as he puts down the small bag of stuff he needs on the floor of your living room. You appreciate his effectiveness, as he tells you to sit on your couch facing him. You listen and watch as he sits on top of your coffee table. “This will be a little awkward because we are here and not a hospital, so I don't have a few things sweetheart” he starts to explain. “The no gown won’t be too hard, you have a skirt on so if you could just take off your underwear i can have access without-” he paused a moment as if thinking “leaving you too indisposed” the way he snaps a pair of blue latex gloves on shouldn’t be making as wet as it is, fuck.
“Can-” you stutter out, your face hot but he seems to pick up on what you’re asking, nodding softly he turns his head away to give you some semblance of privacy. Bunching up your skirt you hook your fingers into the waistband of your slightly soaked panties and pull them down your legs. You kick them under the coffee table so they’re out of sight and tap Jack on the shoulder, he shakes his head softly at your shyness before turning to face you again.
“Put your feet up either side of me on the table, won’t be the same as stirrups but close enough” tugging at the end of your skirt to cover yourself a bit more you do as he says and place your feet up flat on the low table. He adjusts them slightly, grabbing your foot one at a time and slides them a bit so they are more half off not so far back. “Scooh more to the edge of the couch kid, lean back ‘n tilt your hips up a lil more f’ me” the way you listen so well to Jack has him smiling softly at you and muttering out a small “Atta girl”
He pressed lightly around on your abdomen through your shirt and skirt, eyes glued to your face gauging your reactions. “No pain or tenderness when I do this, right?” when you shake your head no he stops. “My hand is gonna go under your skirt for a second okay?” your face grows hotter and you nod, your voice has yet to find you again but so far nods are an effective enough communication with him. He reaches down between your legs but only presses around again, this time he is much closer to your pussy but he remains on the outside, pressing over the mound of it and on your pubic bone. “No pain?” Once again your head shakes side to side. His hand pulls away, your eyes follow his movements as he reaches down to grab a small bottle out of his bag.
He holds it but doesn’t do anything with it yet, his eyes find yours again “This next part i have to put my fingers inside, that okay sweetheart?” you gulp softly, nodding yes slowly as your nervousness grows again. “That’s the part that us- usually hurts” you explain in a small voice. It’s Jack's turn to nod now, "Penetration?” you let out a ‘mhm’ in agreeance as he squeezes the clear substance onto his pointer finger. “This is lube to make it easier and I’ll go slow, only one finger” his other hand reaches around your leg to touch the back of your calf, rubbing soothing lines up and down the muscle. “If you’re relaxed it might not be as painful” he explains, waiting on your go ahead before reaching down under your skirt once again.
Pushing his lube coated index finger through your folds the tip of it finds your entrance, he gauges your face, when you nod again he proceeds by pushing it inside.
Your sharp intake of air makes him stop once only the first bend of his finger is inside. “Come on, relax f’ me sweetheart” his low honey dipped voice makes your body go a bit lax, he inches his finger forward again and when you show no sign of pain he goes all the way til it's completely inside. “How’s that kid?” he sounds as breathless as you feel but you try to ignore it. “A little pain” you squeak out. “Give it a second, relax and it might go away”
“Don’t know how to relax more” you whine out, the sound going straight down Jack’s spine and up again, he shivers a bit and wills it away before it travels further south. “I’m gonna try something…do you trust me sweetheart?” you’re already nodding again in response before he fully finishes his question.
Bringing his thumb up he parts the lips of your pussy til it finds your clit. You gasp out and slightly scare him, “That hurt?” “No no m’ sorry surprised me is all” you mumble out, biting your lip to hold in any more noises from getting free, like an accidental moan. Jesus christ why did you think this was a good idea again? If you had to bet you’d say you were soaking his gloved finger, even with the sting you felt from it inside, it felt good at the same time. You never even reached this type of feeling with your own fingers.
His thumb on your clit presses down lightly and starts rubbing in circles, you let out a small little sigh that makes Jack smirk a bit. “There you go honey, come on” “Un-tense your shoulders” your body listens almost instantaneously “Good girl” you can’t help the whimper that comes out at his words, he doesn’t say anything in response. “Feel any better?” he prompts, his eyes remain on your face, no matter how bad he wants to peek under your skirt to watch the way your little bud twitches under his touch. “Mhmm a bit” you answer softly, trying to push away the odd feeling bubbling up in the pit of your stomach.
“Can I put in another finger, we’ll see how that feels?” he whispers, he definitely has enough information that he thinks he knows what’s wrong already but you don’t need to know that. “Yeah” you pant out, shaking your head a little too eagerly, if Jack notices he doesn’t say a word. With ease his middle slips in alongside his pointer, his thumb still circling your clit. “No pain honey?” the motion of your head once again answers his question. “Wanna try something else…can I move my fingers sweetheart?”
“Please” you plead, head to fuzzy to care how desperate you sound. Slowly pulling his fingers back he watches your face as he pistons them back in, repeating the motion. “That feel good?” “Mhm no pain, fuck! feels really good” you whine out, your hips now bucking up against his fingers. He speeds up, still waiting to see if it hurts or if you stop him. “Jack” you moan out, his cock throbs in response.
“Yeah kid?” “Need- Mm” you cut yourself off, pinching your lips in a line and tilting your head back. “Nuh-uh come on honey, tell me what ya’ need” he prompts, curling his fingers up to hit a different spot inside you that has you letting out a pornographic noise you didn’t know you were even capable of. “Need-” you huff out, before he stops you “Look at me when you say it, come on kid” “Use your words”
Lifting your head you look into Jack’s eyes, his breath hitches at the sight of your glazed over lust filled eyes, batting your eyelashes you start again. “Need more” you sob. His stomach just about hurts now from how hard he is in his jeans that feels all too tight. “Yeah? What more honey? Another finger or something else?” he asks, consciences be damned he’s not gonna leave you hanging even if your old man would fucking kill him if he ever found out about this. “Somethin’ else please” you whine, not even knowing what more you want. Jack however seems to when he takes his free hand off your calf and lifts your skirt, his head ducking under it. His fingers don’t stop positioning in and out of your slick cunt even if you squeal a bit at his motion. The noise morphes into a moan, your body melting into the couch when his warm tongue pokes out and makes contact with your pussy, licking at your pussy. “Still feel good kid?” he mumbles out, before his thumb leaves your bundle of nerves only to be replaced by his mouth as he sucks at it.
“Yeah- Yeah feels s’ good” you breathe out, letting go of your skirt, he grabs at your one leg, lifting your foot off the table placing it over his shoulder, prompting you to do the same with your other before his fingers slip out of your pussy.
You whine at the loss, “Jackkk” making him chuckle softly against you. “Hang on sweetheart” he coos as he uses both hands to grab at your hips, pulling you up and half way off the couch to get you closer to his mouth, lapping at you hard splitting your folds with his pointed tongue before sucking at your clit. “Ah- Ahhh ooh fuck” you wail out, your hands frantic to steady yourself. One finding purchase on his shoulder before sliding down his back under his shirt where your nails scratch at his skin. The other holding on for dear life to the edge of your couch cushion, your legs tighten a bit around his head.
“Holy shit” you whisper out in breathless disbelief, the odd feeling from before coming back to quickly build in the pit of your stomach. Jack's large hands cupping your waist squeeze at your flesh, as he shakes his head side to side a little, flattening his tongue against you. Your thighs burn a bit at the friction of his stubbly face rubbing against them. He moves back to harshly sucking at your clit, your pussy and his mouth coated in his spit as he practically slurps at your juices.
“Huu- shit” “Wait wait! Jack- mhm feels like m’ gonna pee” you try pushing at his head to stop him, even if you desperately didn’t want his mouth off you. That feeling in your stomach was teetering on the edge. “Ya’ don’t have to pee sweetheart, that’s a orgasm you feel” he grumbles out, the explain making your hand ease up from pushing instead it rakes through his curls “S’ okay cum for me kid”
“Promse s’ okay” you whine out, staring down at his head between your legs. “Yeah, you can do it” “cum f’ me it’s okay honey” "Promise it’ll feel good, no pain” his reassure is all you need to let your high wash over you, legs shaking on his shoulders, “There we go, fuck” he moans out. Your back arching as you cum on his tongue with a loud wanton moan filling your apartment coupled with his praise, “Atta girl, sweetheart” “Such a good girl f’ me” he laps at your cum. “Taste so fucking sweet, like i knew ya’ would” he mumbles out, that one you think was meant more for himself.
Managing to reluctantly pull his head from between your soft thighs, Jack used his hold on your hips to place your body back onto the couch. You stare at him wide eyed when you notice his face all wet, covered in you. “Got somethin’ on my face kid?” you nod meekly. He chuckles and pinches at the collar of his shirt to bring it up and wipe at his mouth. “No pain after?” he asks. “No, never done that before” you whisper out, flicking your head down to where your skirt now covered your puffy but satisfied pussy.
“Just needed an older man huh sweetheart, help ya’ relax a little and the pain melts away” he states, reaching down to rub at your knee. “Fucking little boys” he tsks but your eyes are glued to the large bulge in between his thick thighs. You’d have to be extra relaxed to take that monster on…
— would the position jack eats you out in, be at all comfortable for that old man's back? fuck no and lowkey it’s a hard to physically imagine it but jack’s strong s’ fineeeee i got a little too lost in sauce when writing clearly oops…this was also only like half proofread.
summary: After a brutal soccer practice your dad’s best friend Joel Miller picks you up. Surrounded by old trophies and championship photos, the older man opens up about his own soccer past and shows you little tricks from his playing days.
tags: soccer jock!reader, soft dom!joel, age gap, praise kink, first time, tender smut, frotting, blowjob, handjob, cock warming, rimming, cum swallowing, sightly body worship, breeding kink, masculine mentorship and raw lust collide in the warmest way possible.
word count: 5,9k
a/n: the title is a reference to glory days by springsteen but joel is not a nostalgic old man, ok? also, think of the verse "my boy's a winner, he loves the game" off diet pepsi by addison rae while reading. it is sexy that way.
you were still in your soccer uniform. grass-stained shorts clinging to your thighs, jersey soaked dark with sweat down your chest and back. your hair was damp, skin sticky, legs aching from practice.
your phone buzzed. it was a message from dad: stuck at college helping a student. i asked joel to come and pick you up, he’s on his way.
when the familiar truck pulled up, joel was smiling through the window. that warm, patient smile you’d known for years.
you climbed into the passenger seat, suddenly hyper-aware of how gross you smelled. joel, on the other hand, smelled like cinnamon and beautiful dreams.
“thanks, joel. sorry you had to come out for this.”
he gave a low chuckle “ain’t a problem, bud. i don’t mind.”
the ride was comfortable, windows cracked, radio playing low. after a couple minutes joel glanced over you, eyes flicking down to your dirty legs.
“watched your game the other day with your dad,” he said. “you looked real good out there. fast on the wing, solid passes. that goal in the second half? clean as hell. you’re gettin’ better every week.”
“you really think so?”
“i know so,” joel replied, smiling gently. “i played a lot of soccer back in the day, too. wasn’t half bad either. used to play striker mostly. had some speed on me before these knees started complainin’.” he let out a soft laugh. “you remind me of myself a little. quiet on the field but always thinkin’. that’s the best kind of player.”
“i still get nervous sometimes…” you bit your lip.
joel nodded understandingly. “that’s normal, bud. nerves mean you care. just keep doin’ what you’re doin’. you’ve got real talent.” he paused for a second, then added with a playful smirk, “your dad ever tell you i almost went pro? tore my acl senior year of college. but it worked out alright. i still have some championship trophies i can show you. might motivate that hardworking ass of yours.”
you smiled shyly, glancing at him. “yeah… i’d like that.”
“sure” joel said, warm affection in his voice. “but first, let’s get you a good shower, dirty little soccer boy.”
you both laughed, joel turned toward his house instead of yours.
when he pulled into the driveway he killed the engine and looked at you.
“wait here.”
he came around, opened your door, and before you could protest he scooped you up like you weighed nothing — one thick arm under your knees, the other around your back. you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck.
“joel— you don’t have to—”
“shh. i ain’t lettin’ you track mud and grass all over my carpet,” he murmured against your hair, carrying you inside like it was the most natural thing in the world. his body felt so warm and solid against your sweaty one.
“c’mon. you’re filthy. let’s get you cleaned up.”
you didn’t argue.
he took you straight upstairs to his bathroom, still holding you until he set you down on the tile. then he started the shower, letting the water heat up while he slowly peeled your jersey off your body. his big hands lingered on your damp skin.
“arms up, buddy.”
you obeyed. he stripped you down piece by piece. he helped you to get off your grass-stained shorts and socks next, leaving you in just your white underwear in front of him. your cock twitched under his gaze and you had to fight the urge to cover yourself.
joel’s eyes dragged over every inch of your sweaty, grass-stained body. you were still breathing a little hard from practice.
then he started undressing too.
he shrugged off his shirt, revealing a broad, solid chest dusted with dark hair that trailed down over a strong stomach. his arms were thick from years of real work, shoulders wide and powerful. boots came off next, then his jeans, sliding down his strong thighs...
by the time he stood there in just his boxers, the thick, heavy outline of his cock was impossible to ignore.
joel was mature and undeniably masculine.
“you can get in” he said
you stepped into the shower, groaning as the hot water hit your sore muscles. a second later joel crowded in behind you, completely naked now, his chest pressing against your back. he crowded behind you, soaping his hands up before running them over your shoulders and down your chest.
“gotta get you clean”
he soaped you up slow and thorough. rough palms slid over your chest, thumbs circling your nipples until they hardened without him noticing. then down your stomach, then between your legs.
“feels good?” he asked quietly, lips close to your ear.
you nodded, too shy to speak properly. “y-yeah…”
he smiled against your skin and kept going, washing every inch of you with patient hands. when he reached between your legs, he was gentle — carefully cleaning your cock and balls, stroking you with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. then he turned you around, so your back was to the water and gently spread your cheeks, washing your hole with the same tender attention.
you whimpered, forehead resting against the cool tile, embarrassed by how good it felt. you could feel that his hands were firm.
eventually he turned off the water. joel stepped out first and grabbed a big, fluffy towel. he wrapped it around you with so much care, pulling you close as he dried your shoulders, your chest, your back. his movements were slow and gentle, almost reverent.
he knelt down in front of you, carefully drying your thighs and wiping away every drop of water. when he reached your knees, his eyes lifted and landed on your aching, fully hard cock standing right in front of his face. a soft smile tugged at his lips as he continued drying your shins and feet with the same patience.
“so much better,” he murmured, voice low and husky as he rose back to his full height. he pulled you against him, letting the towel fall open so your bare, clean body pressed against his still-damp skin. “all cleaned up…”
the moment he stood, you felt his thick and heavy cock, now fully hard, resting warm and heavy against the curve of your ass. the weight of it made you shiver. joel wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling your back flush against his chest. his cock nestled perfectly between your cheeks as he held you close.
the scent of fresh soap mixed with his natural warm smell filled your lungs.
he breathed you in slowly, nose brushing along your wet hair.
“god, boy” joel whispered, voice low and rough with want. “you smell so good now.”
every time he breathed, it twitched against you, making your hole clench with nervous excitement.
you whimpered softly, embarrassed by how desperately your body was reacting. joel noticed immediately and pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your neck.
“shh, it’s okay, bud” he murmured soothingly. “you don’t have to hide how you feel. i’m right here with you…”
he rolled his hips slowly, dragging his thick length up and down between your cheeks in a lazy, teasing grind. the heavy weight of his cock felt comforting.
joel turned you around in his arms so you were facing him.
his eyes were dark but incredibly soft as he looked down at your flushed face. one of his hands reached down to wrap gently around both of your cocks, pressing them together.
“you see how good it is, huh?”
you both stood there, bare and warm from the shower, hearts beating against each other. joel’s hand kept your cocks pressed snug together, the steady heat and weight of him making your breath shaky.
then he leaned in.
his kiss was slow, almost careful. his lips were warm and surprisingly soft for such a rugged man, brushing yours once, twice, before settling in with quiet tenderness. there was no rush. he tasted faintly of mint and when he tilted his head just a little more, the kiss deepened by degrees— but still gentle, still patient. his tongue traced the seam of your lips until you opened for him, then slid inside to stroke against yours in long, lazy glides that made your knees feel weak. it wasn’t hungry or demanding.
it was warm. and so delicate, so gentle, so patient.
when he finally pulled back just enough to speak, his forehead rested against yours, breath mingling. “your lips are so soft” joel says with his thumb swept across your bottom lip, eyes half-lidded and dark.
he kissed you again, just as tenderly, swallowing the tiny sound you made. this time one of his big hands slid down your back, cupping your ass and pulling you tighter against him so your cocks rubbed together between your stomachs.
after a long moment, joel turned you gently in his arms until your back was pressed to his chest. his thick cock nestled hot and heavy along your spine. he pressed a slow kiss to the side of your neck then slowly dropped to his knees behind you.
you felt his warm breath before his tongue gently licked over your hole. the sensation made your knees weak. joel gripped your hips firmly as he licked you with unhurried devotion — long, languid strokes that explored every delicate inch. every so often he gently dipped inside, tasting you deeply, like he couldn’t get enough.
“fuck… joel—” you moaned, embarrassed by how needy you sounded as he licked you slow and sweet — long, patient strokes of his tongue, occasionally pressing inside just a little, savoring you.
he hummed softly, the vibration sending sparks up your spine.
after a few more slow, worshipful licks, joel stood up again. he pressed his broad chest against your back and wrapped one arm around you. you felt his thick, hard cock resting heavy against your ass as he kissed the side of your neck.
“you want this, baby?” he asked, voice rough with want but still so gentle. “we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”
“i do.i-i-want you. just… be gentle with me?” your voice dropped, you were feeling vulnerable at that moment. “i trust you.”
he smiled tenderly and reached for the small bottle of lube he kept in the bathroom drawer. the room was still warm and steamy from the shower, the mirror lightly fogged.
the only sound besides your shaky breathing and joel’s low and soft voice.
then he lined up, pressing the blunt, slippery head of his cock against your hole, slowly starting to pushing in.
“breathe for me, bud” he whispered “that’s it… good boy. just relax and let me in.” the stretch burned, but joel never rushed, murmuring soft against your neck the entire time as he gradually sank deeper.
your breath hitched sharply, a mix of discomfort and deep, aching pleasure flooding through you. it wasn’t easy. your body instinctively tensed around the sheer size of him.
“i know, big guy. i know… easy now,” he soothed, voice low and warm. “you can take it. you’re doin’ so good already.”
joel paused and pressed gentle kisses along your shoulder, holding perfectly still while you adjusted.
“there you go” Joel whimpered as he sank another inch, the fullness overwhelming.
the burn gradually started melting into a heavy, throbbing pleasure deep inside you.
“my sweet boy… so tight and warm around me. gonna stay right here for a minute and let you get used to it, okay?” he whispered, lips brushing your skin. one of his big hands rubbed slow, comforting circles over your stomach while the other stroked your cock with gentle, encouraging touches.
“you feel incredible… so perfect wrapped around me.”
you could only nod as your breath was shaky. the feeling of him was overwhelming in the best way. joel’s broad, hairy chest was pressed flush against your back, his warm, damp skin radiating heat that sank straight into you. every slow breath he took made his chest expand against you, grounding and steady.
you felt so full it was dizzying — he was touching parts of you no one else ever had.
“joel…” you whimpered softly.
“shh, i know, bud” he murmured, pressing a slow kiss to the side of your neck. “just feel me. feel how deep i am.”
your own cock was leaking steadily in his fist, the pleasure building low in your belly.
“feelin’ better now, huh?” he gave the smallest, gentlest roll of his hips, barely moving, just enough to nudge that spot deep inside you.
a broken moan slipped from your lips as sharp pleasure shot up your spine.
“good boy,” he groaned quietly, lips against your ear. “so good for me.”
joel’s control began slipping. his hands gripped your hips a little tighter, fingers digging into your soft skin as his thrusts grew deeper, hungrier.
“baby boy… ” he rasped against your neck, kissing and sucking lightly at your skin. “so soft….”
his pace quickened, still careful but losing restraint. he fucked you with long, powerful strokes, groaning every time he bottomed out. one arm wrapped around your chest, pulling your back flush against him so there wasn’t a single inch of space between your bodies. his other hand stroked you faster, perfectly in time with his thrusts.
“your hole… fuck, it’s too good,” he groaned against your neck, voice wrecked. “so tight and warm… i can’t hold it anymore, baby.” he said pressing tender kisses to your shoulder. “f-fu-ck…”
with one last deep thrust, he buried himself into you. a raw, broken moan tore from his chest as thick, endless ropes of warm cum flooded into you. he kept pulsing, spilling load after load deep inside your body, filling you so full you could feel your insides getting wet with his seed.
he was panting against your neck, chest heaving, almost dizzy from how intense it felt. nothing had ever felt this good. not even close.
“fuckkkkk… baby boy… ” his arms stayed wrapped tightly around you the whole time, “look what you did to me.”
he stayed buried deep inside you, gripping your ass with both big hands to hold you firmly in place. his thick cock continued twitching as he savored the warm, slick mess he had made. he could feel his own cum leaking around his shaft, making everything slippery.
“god, i love this” he said as he stayed buried deep for a long, indulgent moment, lazily grinding into your cum-filled hole like he couldn’t bear to leave it.
with painstaking care, joel eased his still-thick cock out of you. the drag was slow and deliberate, and the moment his swollen head popped free, a thick rush of his warm cum leaked out of your used hole. you whimpered at the sudden emptiness, feeling his load drip steadily down your thighs in heavy, messy streams.
“fuck… look at that, baby” joel breathed, voice rough with satisfaction.
the way your hole fluttered and clenched around nothing, the deep satisfaction of being so full of him… it made your own cock throb painfully, rock-hard against your stomach.
joel noticed immediately how desperate you were.
“jesus, baby boy,” he murmured, voice rough and warm.
he turned you around with big, gentle hands, then dropped to his knees on the damp bathroom floor without a second of hesitation.
the sight of joel — a broad, manly, salt-and-pepper father figure that was supposed to give you a ride home — now kneeling in front of you with hungry, reverent eyes made something deep in your chest twist with heat.
his eyes were full of hunger as he looked up at you. he took your aching, leaking cock into his warm mouth in one smooth motion, moaning around you like he’d been dying to taste you.
his hands gripped your hips gently as he sucked you with slow, devoted strokes — tongue swirling around the head, then sliding down your shaft. he took you deep, eyes fluttering shut, clearly loving every second of it.
“fuck, you taste so good” he groaned, pulling off just long enough to catch his breath before diving back down. “give it to me, buddy”
the pressure built fast. his hot, relentless mouth made it impossible to hold back.
with a broken moan, you came hard down his throat.
joel didn’t pull away. he moaned loudly in satisfaction as thick pulses of your cum filled his mouth, swallowing every drop with hungry, rhythmic pulls, his throat working around the head of your cock.
he kept sucking you through it, gentle now, milking every last tremor until you were spent and trembling.
only then did joel pull off with a wet pop. he rose to his feet, towering over you again, and before you could catch your breath he cupped the back of your neck with one big hand and pushed you back against the cool tile wall.
his mouth crashed into yours in a deep, messy kiss. you could taste yourself on his tongue — salty and warm — as he licked into your mouth with filthy, possessive strokes. the kiss was slow and claiming, full of affection and raw need all at once.
joel groaned softly into it, pressing his still-half-hard, cum-slick cock against your thigh like he couldn’t bear any distance between you. he cradled the back of your head with hand, thumb stroking your hair as his tongue gently swept against yours.
his forehead rested against yours. his voice was low and rough, but incredibly tender.
“c’mere, tiger” he murmured. “let’s get you comfortable.” he reached for a soft towel and gently wiped you down with careful strokes, then cleaned himself just enough before taking your hand.
the once-neat bathroom was a complete mess — clothes scattered across the floor, damp towels bunched up, and your soccer uniform lying rumpled near the sink where joel had stripped it off you earlier. the air smelled like sex and soap.
he guided you down his bedroom. the room felt very him — simple, masculine, with dark wood furniture and a big, comfortable-looking bed.
joel opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of clean white briefs. he held them out to you with a soft smile.
“here, big guy. these should fit you. i want you to be comfortable in my house.”
you slipped them on while he watched with quiet appreciation. his eyes lingered on your body, tracing the lines of your toned chest, the definition in your abs, and the strong muscles in your thighs and legs — clear evidence of all the years you’d spent playing soccer. he didn’t hide how much he liked what he saw.
“come here,” he said gently “been meaning to show you these for a while.”
he led you out of the bedroom and into the room across the hall — his old study. the walls were covered with framed photos from his playing days: younger versions of joel in soccer fields, celebrating with teammates, and a few action shots that showed just how powerful he used to be on the field. you noticed a couple of old trophies on a shelf.
“state champions, junior year.” you read.
“yeah, i was a cocky little shit back then.” he said with a warm, nostalgic smile. “you know how it goes,” he continued, voice low and easy. “that feeling when everything clicks on the field. the way your body just… knows what to do.” joel looked at you for a moment, his expression softening. “i see it in you every time you’re out there. the way you move, the discipline… it’s damn impressive..”
he leaned in and pressed a slow kiss to your shoulder, then another just below your ear.
“i’m proud of you,” he murmured against your skin. “always have been.”
his hand slid up your back in a gentle caress, holding you close in the quiet warmth of the study. the contrast felt intimate — you standing there in nothing but his white briefs, surrounded by pieces of his past, while he touched you like you were something precious.
“tell me about your season,” he said softly, genuinely interested. “how’s the team looking this year?”
you told him about the current season — the tough matches, the chemistry finally clicking with your teammates, and how you’ve been playing more as a winger lately, using your speed and footwork to create chances. joel listened attentively, nodding along, his thumb still tracing slow circles on your lower back.
“i used to drive my coaches crazy,” he continued, voice warm with nostalgia. “i’d rather nutmeg a defender than make the safe pass. spent hours after practice just messing with the ball… no cones, no drills. only creativity, only joy.”
the more he talked, the more excited you looked, eyes sparkling, lips slightly parted, giving him those enthusiastic puppy eyes that made his chest feel tight.
joel’s smile widened, clearly enjoying your reaction. he brushed his thumb along your jaw.
“keep playing like that, you’ve got that same fire. i can see it when you play — that little burst of speed right before you cut inside, the way you use your body to shield the ball. it reminds me so much of how i used to be… except you’re faster than i ever was.” he said, a fond smile tugging at his lip.
he leaned in and pressed a slow kiss to your temple before whispering against your skin.
“when the season’s over, i’ll take you to the old pitch i used to train on. i’ll show you some of those dirty brazilian tricks your coaches would hate.”
“and you know what? i’ve got something i can show you” he gently squeezed your hip. “wait here.”
he disappeared for a minute and returned with an old vhs tape in his hand.
“come on, bud”
joel led you to the living room. the lights were dim, and the big tv cast a soft blue glow as he put the tape in. he lowered himself onto the thick carpeted floor, leaning back against the couch.
you lay on your chest, stomach flat against the soft rug, chin resting on your folded arms as you faced the tv. the position naturally lifted your ass slightly, the white briefs hugging your curves. joel had a perfect view.
the old footage started playing — a much younger joel flying down the wing, pulling off flashy moves, nutmegs, and quick bursts of speed that made the small crowd cheer.
your eyes were glued to the screen, wide and sparkling with pure excitement, lips slightly parted as you watched every move he made. you looked completely captivated.
joel tried to focus on the screen at first. he pointed out a few plays, laughing softly at his younger self’s cocky celebrations. but his attention didn’t last long.
his eyes kept drifting down to you — lying so sweetly on your chest, ass gently raised toward him, wearing nothing but his briefs. the sight was too tempting.
one of his hands slid slowly down your back and settled on your ass. he started massaging you with deep, appreciative squeezes, kneading the firm muscle through the thin fabric.
“you’re really into this, huh?” joel murmured, voice low and warm with amusement. “getting all excited watching this old man’s glory days…”
your eyes were glued to the screen, wide and sparkling with pure excitement. as you watched him dribble past defenders with quick feints and creative touches, your mind began racing. you could already imagine yourself doing the same things — that sudden change of direction, the way he used his hips to sell the fake, the burst of acceleration afterward. you studied every movement intently, trying to burn the technique into your memory, lips slightly parted in concentration.
he kept massaging you steadily, strong hands working your ass with deep, loving strokes, occasionally letting his fingers slip under the leg bands to touch bare skin. the warmth of his palms, the gentle possessiveness… it made it nearly impossible to ignore how turned on you were getting, even as you continued watching his younger self pull off move after move on the screen.
you could feel yourself getting harder inside the white briefs, your cock thickening and pressing uncomfortably against the soft fabric. every squeeze of his hands made you twitch, causing your growing erection to rub against the carpet and the front of the briefs. a quiet, shaky breath escaped you.
joel noticed immediately.
“aw, baby boy…” he said softly, voice dropping lower.
suddenly, he moved, shifting forward and carefully lowering his big, warm body over yours. his broad chest pressed against your back, caging you gently between him and the carpet. the weight felt comforting. he brushed your hair aside and started pressing slow kisses along your spine, savoring every inch of your skin. each kiss was warm and lingering, growing lower as he worked his way down your back.
when he reached the waistband of the white briefs, he tugged them down just enough to expose your ass.
you felt the heat of his breath first, then the slow, deliberate drag of his tongue across your used hole. he could taste himself, an evidence of his earlier load still deep inside you. the filthy realization made him shudder.
“tastes so fucking sweet… jesus christ.”
his cock, which had been half-hard against your thigh, swelled rapidly until it was rock-hard and throbbing, pressing insistently between your cheeks.
joel let out a shaky breath, grinding once against your slick entrance.
“i need you one more time.”
he gripped your hips with one big hand, steadying you as he lined up. the slippery head of his cock pressed against your cum-wet entrance and slowly pushed inside in one long, smooth thrust. because you were still loose with his load, he sank in much easier this time but the feeling of being filled again drew a broken whimper from your throat. every inch stretched you open again, the slick sounds obscene as his thick cock pushed through the warm mess he’d already left inside you.
joel moaned deeply, the sound vibrating against your back as he bottomed out, hips flush against your ass. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing hard, almost trembling with how good it felt.
“that’s it, big guy …” he whispered against your skin, voice rough with pleasure. “god, even better the second time.”
he stayed buried deep for a moment, savoring the tight, silky heat wrapped around him, then started fucking you with deep, unhurried strokes right there on the living room carpet. each thrust pressed you harder into the soft rug. one strong arm wrapped around your chest, holding your body tight against his, while his other hand gripped your ass, spreading you open so he could watch every inch of his thick cock sliding in and out of your creamy hole.
each time he sank in completely, you felt the thick warmth of his cock stretching you wide, filling you so perfectly that it made your head spin. the head dragged deliciously against that sensitive spot inside you on every stroke, sending waves of heat rolling through your body.
the heat of his body and the slick warmth of his cock made everything feel hazy and intimate, like you were melting under him.
it made it feel like he was completely surrounding you — protecting you and claiming you all at once.
with gentle but firm hands, he turned you over onto your back on the soft carpet.
he hooked your legs over his broad shoulders, folding you beneath him and took a moment to just admire you — flushed, hard, and breathing heavily.
you gasped as he sank deep, the angle now hitting even deeper, pressing right against that sensitive spot inside you
now you could see everything: his salt-and-pepper hair slightly messy, the focused warmth in his eyes, the way his jaw tightened with pleasure, and the soft, affectionate expression on his face.
he was watching you and studying every little reaction on your face like a patient couch.
one of his big hands came up to cup the side of your face, thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek while he kept thrusting.
“you’re doing so good for me,” he praised softly, eyes never leaving yours.
your whole body was trembling. the pressure inside you kept building higher and higher, joel’s cock dragging perfectly against your prostate while his fist worked you closer to the edge.
“joel—” you gasped, voice cracking.
“i know, buddy. i know,” he breathed, forehead pressed to yours. “you’re close, aren’t you?”
his strokes on your cock sped up, thumb pressing firmly under the head as he fucked you a little harder, deeper, losing the last threads of his control.
you cried out sharply as your orgasm slammed into you. your cock pulsed violently in joel’s tight fist, shooting thick, messy ropes of cum all over your abs and chest. at the exact same moment, your hole clenched hard around his thick cock.
“fuck— that’s it— that’s my boy” joel groaned, his voice cracking with raw disbelief. the scene of you feeling that much pleasure was too much for him to handle.
he buried himself into you and came again with a deep, shaky moan.
you felt every single powerful throb as he pumped you full again — thick, hot surges of cum flooding deep into your already sloppy hole. he just kept cumming, long heavy spurts that made your insides feel even warmer and wetter, the sheer volume of it pushing some of his previous load out around his shaft with every pulse.
joel sounded almost overwhelmed, like he couldn’t believe his own body. this kind, steady older man who used to pat your back after games was now shaking on top of you, panting like he’d never felt pleasure this intense in his life.
your strong jock legs trembled around him as he kept stroking your cock through every aftershock, milking you completely dry while his own cock continued twitching and leaking inside your cum-drenched ass. the wet, filthy sounds of his load squelching with every small movement made your face burn and sweat with pleasure. your hair was glued up to your forehead.
when the waves finally slowed, joel carefully lowered your legs and collapsed on top of you, both of you breathless and trembling on the soft carpet. his heavy, warm body pressed you down into the rug, his cock still buried inside your cum-filled hole, twitching with aftershocks.
he gives you sweet kisses on your lips and mouth and face and everything.
“jesus christ, baby” he whispered, voice hoarse and full of affection. “you're so good.”
his cock stayed buried deep inside your overflowing hole, still twitching with aftershocks, plugging all that warm cum inside you. you could feel every tiny movement as he lay there panting against your sweaty neck.
both of you panted quietly on the living room carpet, wrapped in each other’s arms. joel’s heavy body still covered yours, protective and grounding
he kissed you slowly — soft, lingering presses to your lips, then your flushed cheeks, your forehead, the corner of your mouth. each kiss was tender, like he was trying to memorize the taste of you.
“shit” he lifted his head and glanced toward the clock on the wall “it’s later than i thought. i was supposed to have you home almost an hour ago…”
he let out a low, guilty breath, but his cock gave one last involuntary twitch inside you, clearly still reluctant to leave. slowly, carefully, joel eased his thick length out of your used hole. the moment his cock slipped free, a thick rush of warm cum poured out of you, dripping messily down your crack and onto your thighs.
joel stared down at the creamy mess between your legs, almost mesmerized.
“gonna send you home full of my cum,” he said, voice low and rough, a hint of guilty excitement in his eyes. “you’d like that, right, champ?”
you nodded, too blissed out to speak properly.
joel smiled, soft but wicked, and pressed one last kiss to your lips before sitting up.
“c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up” he helped you sit up, then noticed your grass-stained soccer clothes were still in the bathroom. “and don’t worry about your uniform. you “forgot” it here,” he said with a knowing little smirk. “i’ll wash everything, get it nice and clean for you. can bring it over tomorrow.”
he ran a gentle hand through your sweaty hair, pushing it off your damp forehead with tendernes as he helped you up from the carpet on shaky legs. he kept one arm around your waist as he led you upstairs to his bedroom.
he rummaged through his drawer and pulled out a pair of his own gray sweatpants and an old, soft flannel shirt.
he helped you step into the sweatpants, then buttoned the flannel over your bare chest with gentle fingers. the clothes were big on you, loose and warm, carrying joel’s natural scent.
he stepped back and looked at you, a slow, affectionate smile spreading across his face.
“damn… you look real good in my clothes, bud,” he murmured.
joel got dressed himself and pulled you in for one last deep, slow kiss before grabbing his keys.
the drive home was quiet but charged. joel kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh, gently rubbing circles with his thumb. every so often he’d glance over at you, eyes dark with satisfaction.
when he pulled up in front of your house, he leaned over and kissed your forehead.
“text me when you’re in bed, alright? and be careful tomorrow… you’re probably gonna be sore. and i am not talking about practice.”
later that night…
you lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling in the dark.
your bedroom was the typical jock’s haven — dimly lit by the warm glow of your bedside lamp. soccer trophies and medals lined the shelves above your desk, catching the low light. a couple of posters of messi were taped to the walls, and your soccer bag was still half-open on the floor, dirty cleats and socks spilling out from practice. your jersey from earlier today was crumpled on your chair.
you lay on your back in bed, still wearing joel’s oversized flannel shirt. the soft, well-worn fabric smelled like him — woodsy, warm, and masculine. it made your stomach flutter every time you breathed in.
no matter how hard you tried to fall asleep, your mind wouldn’t shut off.
you kept replaying everything.
every time you shifted under the sheets, you felt it — the warm, sticky remnants of joel’s cum. you were so full of him. two thick loads deep inside your ass, warm and filthy. you clenched around nothing and a fresh trickle slipped out, making you quietly moan into your pillow.
you were used to your body being sore — bruised shins, tight hamstrings, aching muscles after tough games.
but this was a completely different kind of sore.
a deep, intimate ache in your ass that pulsed every time you moved. it felt good. the kind of ache that made your cock twitch under the covers even though you’d already cum twice tonight.
you kept wondering if he was lying in his own bed right now, thinking about you too when your phone lit up on the nightstand.
the screen showed a new message from joel:
make sure you stretch real good tomorrow before training. can’t have my champ limping on the field because of me.
