#pascalispunk

Of course, there were still traces of what “till death do us part” once meant — a shared bed, matching cups, a smaller pair of shoes by the door beside his, and what was the most convincing proof, a son.

But that was not enough to ensure that the rose of love that once bloomed years ago still shone with the same brilliance beneath the monotonous and hollow veil that now covered their present.

In fact, the flower that once symbolized their love and marriage had withered long ago. What began as a strong and loving union had turned into petty, pointless arguments that always ended in paranoid accusations of jealousy — the kind that inevitably led to the slow destruction of what used to be a sacred marital bond.

Although the question here wasn’t why his marriage was falling apart, but rather whether you cared in the slightest that he was still married.

It’s not like you ever gave it much thought. The reason Joel hadn’t gotten a divorce was because the legal process would’ve been just another pain in the ass in his already exhausting routine — and because his wife still clung to the idea of “the sake of their son,” a son who was already a grown man in his twenties, yet treated as if he were still a toddler.

But if you wanted to be completely honest with yourself, the answer would be no; you did not care in the slightest about the miserable state of your boyfriend’s parents’ marriage.

What did matter to you —and occupied your thoughts far more often than the dirty fantasies you were always daydreaming about— was the fact that it was your father-in-law’s bed where you had ended up most nights.

It had never been your intention for things to turn out this way. From the very beginning, there had always been a warm familiarity between you and Joel. Maybe it was the way his hugs lingered longer than they should, or the way his voice changed ever so slightly whenever he spoke to you.

Whatever the reason might have been — though you were convinced it wasn’t just one — it had turned into something darker. Something addictive. You knew perfectly well that, even though both your relationships were going through rough times, nothing justified the affair you were having behind your partners’ backs.

And guilt did gnaw at you, in the quiet moments when peace dared to visit. You knew that if he ever found out, he’d hate you —hell, he’d probably hate Joel too. But when Joel’s calloused hands were on your skin, when his cock was filling you up— there was no room for shame. Only pleasure. Only sin.

His touch, his voice, his kisses — everything about him was addictive. He was the forbidden fruit you couldn’t stop eating from, no matter the guilt that followed after. You were weak when it came to him, and it didn’t take long before you gave in.

And that’s where you were right now — trembling thighs spread wide across Joel’s lap, cock stretching you open slow and steady on the living room couch.

Your little whines broke the silence, high-pitched and desperate as you tried to sink down on him. His lips curved into a smirk, beard scraping warm against the curve of your neck as his hands steadied your waist.

“Easy now, baby girl,” Joel rumbled, voice low and sweet in a way that made your stomach flip. “Take your time. Daddy’s thick, gotta ease her open.”

Your cunt fluttered around the fat head of his dick, the feeling of his manhood snug inside your walls making you squirm. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he held you there, refusing to let you drop all at once.

“Daddy,” you whined, the word fragile and needy. “S’too big… it won’t fit,” your hips jerked in helpless little circles, like your body couldn’t decide whether to fight him or pull him deeper.

Joel chuckled, the sound rough, amused, and full of heat. He spanked your ass lightly, the crack of it echoing in the room. “I know, baby, I know… You’re takin’ me just fine, sweetheart. Sweetest little pussy I ever had—spoilin’ me rotten, darlin’.”

The praise made you melt, made your pussy clench down on him so hard he hissed through his teeth. “Fuck, baby... you always come crawlin’ back to me all needy after fightin’ with my boy, huh?”

Your stomach twisted at the reminder. The fight with your boyfriend still echoed sharp in your mind—his harsh words, the way he accused you of never being satisfied, of always wanting more.

And maybe he was right, you did want more…

Just not from him.

“Shh now,” Joel soothed when your eyes watered. He tipped your chin up, thumb brushing your lip softly. “Don’t think about him. Think about your old man. Daddy’s the one takin’ care of you, ain’t he?”

“Yes,” you breathed, nodding quickly. “Only you, daddy.”

“That’s my girl,” he praised, guiding your hips down until you were fully seated on his cock. The stretch burned, making your thighs quiver, but fuck if it wasn’t perfect. You gasped the moment he bottomed out, feeling overwhelmed as Joel groaned, forehead pressing against your temple. “Good little girl… Takin’ me so deep. Pussy knows who she belongs to.”

You whined again, burying your face in his neck as he bounced you slowly, using his grip on your ass to lift and drop you on his lap. Each push dragged a choked moan out of your chest. The pace set by him was deliberate, almost teasing, just enough to make your clit throb for more.

“See how perfect you fit?” Joel murmured, planting wet kisses along your jaw. “He don’t know how to treat you right, sweetheart. Always yellin’, always naggin’, makin’ my little baby cry. But daddy makes it all better, don’t he?”

“Y-yeah,” you hiccuped, body trembling as his cock nudged that soft spot inside you. “You make me feel so good.”

“That’s right,” he rasped, one hand sliding up your back, the other smacking your ass hard enough to make you yelp. “My sweet girl. Daddy’s good little girl.”

You whimpered, rocking slightly in his lap, cunt clenching greedily around him, begging silently for more.

“Bet he don’t even touch you right,” Joel rasped, his mouth hot against your ear. “Bet he leaves my baby girl cryin’ in bed, achin’ for somethin’ he can’t give.”

“…Daddy—!”

“Shh, baby, I got you,” he whispered. “Just bounce for me. Wanna hear them pretty noises. That’s all daddy needs.”

Your hips moved faster, chasing friction, your slick coating his cock as he groaned low in his chest. His voice dropped darker, sweeter—praise laced with sin. “He don’t deserve you,” his palm smoothed down your back, firm and possessive. “Never did.” He tilted your chin up so you couldn’t look away. “But I do.”

Oh god.

Your lashes fluttered, mouth falling open as you started to sob little moans. “Need you, daddy… please, need you so bad—”

Joel spanked you again, sharp but not cruel, making you jolt against him. “I know, baby,” his lips lightly brushed against yours, gently nibbling on them. “C’mon now, move those hips for daddy. Show me how bad you need him.”

You whimpered, bouncing down harder, thick length hitting the deepest parts of your warmth. The wet slap of your cunt against his thighs filled the living room, punctuated by your desperate little cries every time his balls smacked your cheeks.

“Good girl. Doin’ so good for me.” Joel praised, groaning low. “Look at you, ridin’ daddy’s cock like you were made for it. So much better than him, huh? He couldn’t handle this sweet pussy even if he tried.”

Tears pricked your eyes—not from pain but from the sheer intensity of it.

And perhaps from the truth in his words as well.

“Shh,” Joel soothed, kissing them away even as he fucked you deeper with a sudden, brutal thrust of his hips. “Don’t cry, baby. Daddy’s got you. Always.”

The rhythm grew rougher, his hands guiding you up and down, spanking you in between, every praise soaked in possession. “Just like that, pretty girl, ride daddy nice and deep. Gonna fill you up, baby. Give you everything he can’t.”

His words tangled with the echoes of the fight—your boyfriend’s accusations, the way he said you’d never be loyal. And he wasn't wrong when he yelled that truth in your face.

But as Joel’s cock pulsed inside you, as he whispered filthy praise into your ear, you knew where you belonged.

You sobbed, feeling that familiar bliss curl hot and dizzy in your lower belly. He started fucking up into you harder, chasing your high before he even contemplated his own orgasm. “Gonna come for me? Gonna let daddy have it?”

“Y-yes! Daddy, please—! Please—!”

“Let it go, baby, let it go, soak all of your old man’s cock.” You cried out, the sound muffled against his chest as he coaxed you to come.

Not long after you shattered around him with a cry, milking him hard as he held you against his chest. “That’s it, angel, just like that… I gotcha, always gotcha, sweet thing.” He kissed your temple, chasing his own high desperately.

Moments later, his whole body stiffened under you, burying himself deep as his spend filled you up to the brim.

His groan was low, raw, his hand cradling your head with adoration as he stayed there, cock snug inside you, keeping you as close as humanly possible.

You clung to him, trembling with the aftershocks, guilt swirling somewhere in the back of your mind—but drowned out by the warmth of his arms.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “Daddy’s proud of you.”

You blinked up at him, face flushed and damp. He brushed his thumb over your cheek, gentling you after the roughness.

“Don’t you worry about him,” Joel said firmly, eyes dark with something possessive. “Long as you need me, I’ll be here. Always, baby.”

And despite the shame that twisted in your gut, you melted against him, letting his love swallow you whole. Because no matter how wrong this was, you believed him when he said that no one else would ever love you like this.

And maybe he was right.

Because only daddy knows best.

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god, joel could listen to the sound of your mewls all day long, and it still wouldn't satiate the sick, twisted need in his head.

your slick drips down his chin, making his beard glossy with it. his tongue makes careful, precise flicks against your clit, before alternating and licking long stripes up your slit, dipping into your entrance.

one of your hands lays in joel's grey-streaked hair, now longer since his time in jackson. your grip is unyielding, pulling subconsciously, yanking, even. you're absolutely unstoppable, forcing his face to remain in your pussy.

but joel wouldn't pull away, which it seems you're terrified of, if your grip is anything to go off of. god, no, he couldn't think of anything worse than pulling away from this dripping mess.

you jolt your hips up against his mouth, and he taps your hip, speaking against your pussy. “behave.”

the one word is almost enough to too you over the edge, but you just whine and sit back instead, willing yourself to keep your hips still.

“thas’ it.” he grumbles against you, tongue flicking against your clit. “you're so good for me, little one.”

you moan and nod, tipping your head back against the bed, eyes half rolled back. joel looks up at you, and the sight of you, with your neck bared, all skin on display, is euphoric.

he rolls his hips against the bed, his cock aching so badly he can't really resist any longer. he's old now, it's a wonder he hasn't busted in his boxers as it is.

“lemme see you play with your pretty nipples, baby.” he says, loud enough for you to hear over the pleasant buzz of pleasure in your ears.

sluggishly, you move your hands up to your chest, tweaking your nipples gently. you roll them between your fingers, trying hard not to grind against joel's face.

he watches you carefully, head buried between your thighs. he slides a hand up from your calf to your entrance, slipping two fingers inside and curling them upwards.

he continues the gentle movement, in tandem with his mouth feasting at your pussy, until he finds that spongy spot. he grinds his cock against the bed again, harder this time. a moan sounds out against your cunt, and you mewl at the vibrations going through you.

“joel-” you start, voice high and breathy. “joel, d-daddy-”

joel's hips grind harder at that.

“i'm gonna-” you say, thighs clenching around his head, your pussy pulsing around his fingers. “i can't- hngh-”

“don't hold back.” he says, before sucking at your clit. hard.

that tips you over the edge. you bury the back of your head in your pillow, fingers pulling at joel's hair as you come. the heels of your feet hurt into his back, hips rocking against his face and you ride out your orgasm.

the feeling of you soaking his face, and your moans, make joel's hips stutter, a long groan escaping between his teeth as his throbbing cock pulses and busts a load in his jeans.

joel pulls back slowly, not without leaving gentle kisses all over your pussy. he watches as some of your slick dribbles out of you pathetically, your cunt still pulsing around absolutely nothing.

he watches you take a deep breath, carefully studying the way your chest rises and falls, before your eyes crack open.immediately, your gaze falls to the darkened spot on the front of his jeans.

“did you cum?” you ask, rubbing your eyes with a small smile on your face.

“yeah, yeah, laugh it up, sweetheart.” he rolls his eyes, a blush creeping up onto his handsome face.

“no!” you say, shaking your head. your body is still trembling from your orgasm, as well as the occasional twitch of your legs, but you sit up anyway.

joel does feel a bit guilty that you're trying to comfort him for coming in his pants like a teenager having sex for the first time, since you look so exhausted.

but you also look sincere.

“no, i don't think it's- it's laughable. i like it. i like that you like eating me out.” you say, a small shrug pinned on at the end, heat rushing to your cheeks.

joel smiles faintly at your clear flustered state. “are you a little prude?” he grins. “can't say the words eatin' me out without gettin' a lil embarrassed, huh? what's embarrassin' about me lickin' your little cunny, huh? nothin' embarrassin' about the way your pussy clings to my fingers like it wants to cling to my cock.”

“joellll.” you whine.

he rolls his eyes. “quit your bitchin' and whinin'.” he says.

he pulls off his stained jeans and boxers, climbing up onto the bed and sitting against the headboard.

“show me how embarrassin' it is to have your cunt stuffed with my old man cock, hm?” he teases, stroking his already half-hard cock to try and get it fully back up again.

you retreat into yourself, covering your face with your hands.

“what? now you don't want my old man cock? you too young for it? can you not handle old man cock?”

“no! i mean- yes, i can.” you scoff, frowning petulantly at him. you sit up, bare, wet pussy against his hairy stomach as you will yourself to sit on his big dick.

“now you're getting me all covered in your mess, baby. you nervous?” he grins. “don't be nervous, little one. here, i'll help.”

joel's hands grip your waist, lifting you up a little. you take his cock in your hand, shakily lining it up with your entrance, before you sink yourself down halfway onto it.

you whine, feeling already stuffed full, your eyes screwed shut.

“breathe, sweetie.” he says, stroking your lower back. “it's a lot, daddy knows. but you've done it before, huh?”

you nod, wiping the sweat off your temple with trembling hands, before sinking the rest of the way down. you hit the base with a whimper, clawing at his biceps.

“shh.” he coos, rocking his hips up, already in paradise at the feeling of your fluttering, heavenly pussy around his shaft. “i've got you. daddy's got you, darlin'.”

you nod, his words instilling a need within you. slowly, you start to roll your hips, your breath staggered and uneven.

“jo-el.” you whine, voice breaking from the pleasure.

“i know. but you can do better than that.” he encourages, lifting you up by your hips before grinding you back down on his dick.

you moan, one hand coming to rest on his sweaty chest. soon, you get a good rhythm going, your ass hitting his bare skin, and his hips rocking upwards to meet yours.

your noises work in tandem with the squelching sounds coming from your wet cunt, and the sound is music to joel's ears. he keeps a firm, but loving, grip on your hips, keeping you impaled down on him.

“thas' it.” he grunts, watching your tits bounce as you ride him with a smug look on his face. “good. you're doing so good for daddy. keep goin’.”

you move faster on top of him, gasping out sharply. he takes your hand and presses it against your stomach so you can feel his length nudging at you.

“feel that? feel daddy's big, fat cock stuffed inside of this tight cunt?” he hisses, locking his jaw tightly to keep himself from coming before you.

you nod frantically, feeling the heat book in your stomach, your clit throbbing. “f-feel it. yeah, s'so good.”

“i know, baby, i know.” he soothes. he feels your cunt clench around him, and his eyes practically roll back. “you gon' come, baby? come all over daddy's lap?”

you nod, eyes screwed shut. “mhm, think- yeah.”

he chuckles and rolls a tight circle with his thumb on your clit, and whispers, “let go whenever you need to, angel.”

with a few more circles made by this thumb, you're coming once again, and so is he. he fills you with his seed, filling you to the brim with his thick cream.

you moan, slumping down on his chest with little twitches of your hips, still riding out your orgasm despite the exhaustion in your body.

both of you pant for a few minutes, before joel groans and presses a kiss to your head, pulling you off his lap.

you whine at the loss, closing your legs together and stretching them out to soothe the ache from having them in the same position for too long.

joel is then wiping at the mess between your thighs, pressing soft kisses on your head, and your nose, and your eyelids. he cleans himself up, too, pulling on boxers and sweats. he pulls one of his t-shirts over your head, removing your hair from the back of the material and getting your weary body ready for sleep.

“did so well for me, sweetheart.” he whispers, putting the blanket over your body and snuggling up to the back of you.

you hum, smiling a little. “love you.”

he smiles too, pressing a kiss to your neck. “love you too. rest up.”