Say It
Divider: @rookthornesartistry
Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Summary: Teasing your dads best friend didn’t go exactly how you planned
Warning: no use of y/n, no description other than reader is a female, mentions of reader having two parents + giving them names, unprotected pv, mentions of reader being fertile, swearing, joel being bossy, spanking, pet names, age gap (20s + joel just being classified as old), nipple play, joel having no patience, reader teasing, joel teasing way worse, f!reciving
A/N: Pt2? Possibly some other characters are coming your way soon. I guess next time you better wear jeans
Hiding a relationship with your father’s best friend is single-handedly the hardest thing yoy both had to ever done in life.
Sunday dinners, sitting next to him pretending hes not holding your hand under the table. Him pretending like he’s not being tempted by you at pool parties.
Pretending like he doesn’t bend you over the next day he gets you alone and repays you tenfold. Pretending like the anticipation doesn’t kill him to the point where he has to relieve himself every night to the thought of you instead of using you.
Tonight was no different except you were feeling a little more bold. It was officially 5 months of your secret relationship. 5 months of secret dating and joining him on store runs just to screw in the backseat You were wearing a casual short red dress.
Joels favorite short red dress. No one but Joel knew about this intresting milestone in your relationship. No one but joel knew why you were out of your usual jeans and a shirt attire. No one but Joel knew your plans after dinner.
You park your car outside of your parents house. Right behind Joel. You grab your phone and pie before going up to the door knocking on it.
Your dad answered the door with a raised eyebrow “Well aren’t you fancy tonight.” You smile. “Its just a dress nothing special. Wrong its extremely special. Just not to your father’s knowledge.
You walk inside to the kitchen where Joel stood leaning on the counter drinking a beer and talking to your mother. When you walk in they both look up at you. Your mom immediately walks over taking the pie “Your dressed up for dinner”
Your dad comes behind you to join joel on the counter “Thats what I said” You pour yourself wine repeating your lie of the night “Its just a simple dress. I’m going out for dessert later with someone.”
Your dad raises a eyebrow surprised “Really? With who?” You shrug pretending to be indifferent “Just a guy from a dating app. It’s our first date hes taking me for drinks and dessert. Nothing special”
Joel rolls his eyes. You grin and lean on the counter drinking your wine. “Something on your mind Joely”
He hated that nickname. He thought it was stupid and you thought it was funny. Joel took a swing from his beer. Both your parents eyes on him. “nothing besides the fact that you said the last guy was special and yet you still came home crying over him”
Prick. You roll your eyes and shrug “Well maybe this guy wont be a utter dickhead.”
Your dad snicked before your mom smacked your arm gently “Both of you set the table.” Joel grinned and grabbed the dishes while you grabbed the silverware. Joel followed behinf you to the dining room.
You felt his eyes on you. More so your your ass. You set the silverware at each seat while joel slides the door closed behind him and follow behind him. “that is a pretty fancy dress”
You roll your eyes “Well my date likes it” Joels hot on your ass. His breath on your exposed back. “i thought you said it was your first date” You shrugged “I let him pick my clothes”
You set the last fork down and Joel places the plate right next to it and then pins you between him and the table leaning down whispering in your ear. “you think im a dickhead”
No. You nod your head yes. Liar.
Its almost like Joel could read your mind because hd whispered exactly what you were thinking. “Liar.”
He whispered in your ear again “Did you miss me this week” Yes. You shake your head. His hand quickly covered your mouth and he bent you over the table hitting your ass. You yelped in his hand. His voice was low. It only ever got that low when he was fucking you. Not making love. Fucking the shit out of you.
“lie to me again and you’re getting bent over my lap with your parents in the other room.
He hated when you lied about your feelings for him. Even if it wasn’t a joke he never played about feelings. You didn’t know why you just knew not to fuck around like you found out last time.
Joel whispered in your ear again “I’m gonna ask you again and this time you’re gonna tell me what i wanna hear. Understand”
You also knew when the word understand was at the end of a sentence you were supposed to use your words.
“Yes”
Joel let up and fixed your dress and turned you back around to face him. “I haven’t had the chance to tell you how much I like that dress, have I?”
You shook your head and Joel just grinned. “I’ll tell you later.”
He walked out leaving you to roll your eyes feeling the warmth begin to pool between your legs. Of course he had to get you riled up before dinner.
During dinner you sat next to Joel. Which for 10 minutes straight consisted of him reaching up your thigh to feel you up, you elbowing him and him pinching your thigh.
Trying to continue a conversation with your parents while Joel is doing nothing but contributing to your wetness wasn’t even the rough part.
It was him asking you questions about your date like it wasn’t him. It was him distracting you so he could feel the pool of wetness between your legs. It was you choking on your wine and excusing yourself to the bathroom.
Joel followed you as your parents looked concerned when you left. Joel let himself into the bathroom behind you. The bathroom you grew up using. The green and black accented bathroom.
You looked at him from the mirror wiping between your boobs. Joel had his stupid smirk across his face as he shut the door behind him and press you against the sink.
You toss the towel into the sink. “Joel quit.” He ignored you pulling up your dress not once losing eye contact “Say yes and i will give you what you want.”
Say yes and he will make you cum while your parents are downstairs. Say yes and you could get caught. You’re too paranoid. Say yes and he will stop torturing you. Say yes.
“Yes”
In a swift movement Joel had you on the sink. He pulled down the offending panties and had you writhing and moaning. Two fingers thrusting in and out of you and one hand holding your dress up.
You gripped the sink spreading your legs wider. Wanting more. Wanting his dick. Needing it. Wanting more than some flimsy fingers. Fingers that feels good but not enough. Not enough for you.
Then theres a knock on your bedroom door. You don’t understand how joel is quick at everything he does but he is. Hes good at fixing your clothes before you even notice. Fixing himself and opening the door before you even process it all.
The rest of dinner Joel was hands free. By the time it was over he was over the dessert reservation and he just wanted to get you into his bed and fuck the shit out of you till the next day.
It was a race between your Genesis and his Chevy. Of course you won. You always win, especially since you purposely blocked him in the driveway.
By the time Joel got to the restaurant you were already waiting to be seated. You didn't notice him come in behind other people but his arms and fake smile gave his mood away. You knew that dessert would end early.
You and Joel sat in a both right across from eachother. You slid off one of your sandals to lay your leg in his lap. Joel smacked your foot and leaned on the table “Do you know what i plan on doing to you”
You shrugged pretending to be oblivious then you rubbed your foot across his crotch. You could see his composure melting. His self control losing.
Joel grabbed your foot again this time he rubbed your ankle roughly. His voice low and smooth, enough to make you wet again. Enough for these panties to be considered a date night souvenir.
“As soon as we get in the garage you’re gonna march your ass to the bathroom. You’re gonna neatly put your clothes in the basket, you’re gonna put your hair up, you’re going to put your panties neatly on the dresser, and then you’re gonna get in bed and wait for me. And everything you do wrong is going to result in a spank got it?”
The waitress comes to your table and Joel gently lets go off your foot and sit up. Your belly pooled in anticipation. Wondering what would come, you sort of knew. You only pushed him far once before. And that was the longest night of your life. He was relentless.
When you got back to Joels house you put your leftover lava cake in the kitchen on the counter then head straight to his room.
For your relationship to be a secret there were hints of you all over Joels room. You’re clips on his bathroom counter. Your clothes mixed with his in the drawer, your favorite shampoo and conditioner. Your clothes scattered around his bedroom floor. Joel hated when you left your shit on the floor but he let you. Though tonight you had to do everything he said to the T.
You put your clothes neatly in the black laundry basket, neatly put your soaked white lace panties on the dresser and laid on the bed.
You wondered if you should pose. That would be too awkward. Too weird. What was he going to do? Whats taking him so long.
Joel comes into the bedroom hanging his flannel in the closet. He’s silent, but deadly. Definitely deadly. Then Joels belt follows, boots, jeans.
Fuck.
He pulls you by your legs to the end of the bed. “5 times you tried me tonight. That’s record for you.”
He flipped you over on your stomach. “For someone who barely talked tonight you sure do know how to test me.”
Joel sat down on the bed and laid you out over his lap. “Count.” One word. One word is what officially started your adventure.
Smack “One.” Smack “Two” Smack “Three”
10 blows on the ass. And then right after he kissed you roughly. His hands gripping and grabbing your ass.
You tangled your fingers in the back of his hair pushing yourself closer and whimpered against his lips “Please”
Joel pulls backs staring at the needy gaze in your eyes before repeating your least favorite words “Say it”
You hold back your huff and murmur “Please Joel”
He lays you down on the bed taking a nipple between his fingers “Say it louder”
“Please”
Joel holds your legs up to your chest and bend between your legs. Two of his fingers slide in and out of your tight hole as he licks and slurps your clit.
It took joel less than ten minutes to make your cum. Coating his fingers. A magician is what he is in your mind. Joel brings his fingers to his mouth then yours. The sight of you licking his fingers clean is enough for him to quit teasing you.
Joels boxers were down in under a second and he was in your snatch in under 5. This is a night of setting records.
Joels hands pinched and rubbed your nipples as he pounded into you. Repeatedly. Mercilessly.
“Let me here you, make those pretty noises”
Your soft moans went up high immediately. His skin against yours. His balls hitting your ass as they tighten ready to spill inside you. Inside you without a condom. Inside your young 20 year old fertile pussy.
Joels ready for it. And in this moment you’re ready for whatever Joel gives you and you’re ready to take it happily. With a smile.
His hands find your throat and his lips find yours. His tongue dominating your mouth. His left hand squeezing your hip and his right twisting your nipple in all the right ways. All the right ways to make you cum. Your thighs start shaking under him. Joel pulls your leg up to wrap around him and he pulls away. Your lips pouting at the loss of his warm lips and tongue.
Joel whispers against you lips his warm sweet smelling whiskey breath. “You’re close aren’t you baby?”
You let out a incoherent whimper and a little nod yes as your eyes roll to the back of head. His fingers gently smack your nipple. Gently because it’s enough to make you squeeze his cock tighter. Enough for to squeeze your legs around him and enough for it to hurt at the same time.
“Say it.”
Say it. Can’t he stop making you say everything. You murmur against his lips “I’m close please let me cum”
Joel leaned down and kissed your rosy lips. “You gonna let me cum inside this pretty pussy? You want me to make you mine? Say it. Say you’re my dirty princess and you want it all.”
Say it. Joels seed. Joels seed. Cum. Cum. Cum. Think. Say it. Say it.
“I want it”
Joel thrusted one more hard time before you both went over edge. Before you came and he came harder. Flooding and invaded your womb. Invited.
Joel pulled out and walked to the bathroom. Suddenly its cold without his body. He should hurry back. Joel comes back with hot towel and wipe you down before dressing you in a gray band shirt and laying on the bed with you on his chest.
“You know you have to move in now right?” You look up at him “No i don’t” He smacked your ass gently. For a man who loves making you give consent he sure hates hearing no. “I’m not letting my pregnant girlfriend live alone”
You rolled your eyes yawning. “I’m not pregnant, you’re too old” Joel scoffed at the old comment “You’re definitely pregnant. And you better be nice to me because im the one that has to tell Misty and Dave that i defiled their precious sweet daughter.”
Shit.
