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uncle!robby can’t keep up
tw: pseudocest
warnings/tags: pseudocest, uncle!robby x f!reader, unprotected piv, mentioned age gap (r! is in college, robby is 50+), riding, using robby as a life size sex toy essentially, reader is hornyyy as hell
robby knew that being with a much younger woman than himself would pose some unique challenges, in the beginning he loved how obsessed with him you are, he’d never felt so desirable in his life.
the little crush you had on him before you started sleeping together had him feeling like a million bucks, you’re so pretty and sweet and young, he wondered how you could want someone like him, but he wasn’t complaining.
whenever he’d hang out with your dad you’d always find an excuse to be around, wearing your tiny little outfits, lathering your voice in honey, doing anything you could to get his attention.
and it worked, and if he were being honest, he didn’t feel bad about it one bit that he was basically betraying the trust of his life-long best friend…
it didn’t take him long to fold at all, not when you called him over to help with a household ‘emergency’ when your dad was away for work, and that visit turned into him fucking you hard in your bed, staking his claim, you were his girl from that moment on.
it was fun at first, all the sneaking around, him coming over whenever your dad was out of town, you going over to his every once in a while telling your dad you were having a sleepover with your friends.
and then you went to college, and you moved out of your dads house, getting your very own grown up apartment…where the two of you could be together freely whenever you wanted.
and it turns out ‘whenever you wanted’ was all of the time.
you couldn’t get enough of your uncle robby, the sex was still as great and still as hot even without the sneaking around element to it and robby thought it was still as great too…but it was becoming a lot.
whenever he wasn’t at work he was with you, fucking you every which way, but it seemingly wasn’t enough for you, you were insatiable, no matter how hard or how much he fucked you, you still wanted more.
and very quickly robby realised he had no more left to give, at 50-ish years old there was only so much he could bare, couldn’t keep up like he used to, and it’s not that he didn’t want to, he’d give anything to be able to fuck you like you need, he’s just one man though and he believed no one could keep up with you.
3 rounds was his limit, apparently.
and even that took a toll on him, he’d lie there on your bed, his hair a mess, eyes sunken in from exhaustion, unable to catch his breath, his back aching, hoping to god that he’d tired you out.
and then you look up at him, with that damn glint in your eyes and that smirk on your face as you stroke your hand over his spent cock and his stomach would twist at the thought of having to go again.
but how could he say no to his sweet girl? and so he’d gather up all his strength to give you one last round, really put his all into in the hopes that it would finally be enough.
but it wasn’t.
he even resorted to taking those little blue pills, mixing them with painkillers for his aching bones and that way he could go for a bit longer, but still you wanted more.
and it got to the point where he just let go, said fuck it and watched with his tired eyes glazed over as you climbed into his lap and sat yourself on his half-limp cock, rolling your hips on top of him, just using him as his eyes fluttered closed from exhaustion.
robby always thought there was no such thing as too much sex…
…and then he met you, his greedy little slut.
welcome back uncle!robby missed u my love, idk if i like this one but it’s all i got 🤓
also this was a req but i lost the ask bc i accidentally posted it and quickly had to delete the post, so if this was ur req i hope u enjoy!! <3
wc: 3.3k
warnings/tags: perv!robby, sweet!reader, kinda naive!reader too, oral (f!), intox, dubcon!! robby gets reader really drunk, swearing/cursing, kinda manipulative!robby, age gap (reader is in her mid-twenties, robby 50-ish), power imbalance (he’s her boss), groping, fingering, use of ‘good girl’, corruption kink lowk
a/n: so this is actually 3 requests i’ve rolled into one, hope that’s okay, felt they all worked really well together.
anon: On perv robby ideas I cannot stop thinking about Robby getting you drunk, maybe inviting you over for dinner and pouring you wine, never letting the glass get all the way empty before refilling it, goading you to keep drinking, then groping and teasing you -🤍
anon: Could I get a Dr Robby x fem! Reader where she's a resident and they're close.. maybe he thinks he's too old etc, but he overhears her say she's never had an orgasm to another resident just in conversation and he just cannot have that. So he does something about it..🫣
anon: Hi! I hope your well! if your taking requests i'd love something with attending robby & sweet intern reader! (if you’d be okay writing for that) 🤍x
3 months ago you had started your emergency medicine rotation at PTMC, and 3 months was all it took for your chief attending dr. robinavitch to become completely obsessed with you—though, you didn’t know that yet.
robby didn’t really mean for it to happen, you were way too young for him, somewhere in your mid twenties and far too sweet for a nasty, perverted old man like him—he was just going to let you go, figuring you’d never go for someone as old as him anyway.
that was until he overheard you talking to another new intern about how you’d never experienced an orgasm before. and robby being his ‘benevolent’ self…well he just couldn’t let that slide.
he would just have to rectify that issue for you.
and it definitely had absolutely nothing to do with his raging corruption kink….he’s just a helpful guy, wanting to help out his new naive, sorry i mean, sweet friend.
to you robby was just your incredibly kind, gentle and ever helpful boss. whenever you needed anything robby was there. got stuck with particularly rough scut work? don’t worry, robby would see to it that you were taken off. your old car mysteriously stopped working after one shift? not a problem, robby was there to give you a ride home. he was the picture of a perfect gentleman.
you couldn’t help but rave about how kind and sweet your new boss was to your family back home, how lucky you were to work for someone as considerate and charming as robby—you had no idea that it was only you he treated this way and that he was actually the one manufacturing the problems he swooped in to fix.
robby didn’t have any particular plan on how he was going to get you into bed with him, he figured that if he just kept playing the hero eventually an opportunity would fall into his lap.
and one day it did when robby found you in the ambulance bay taking a call. he was going to go back inside and leave you to it but then he saw the concerned expression on your face and decided to stay—not wanting to miss a potential opportunity to comfort you, to get his hooks deeper in you.
“fine, shit, yeah, okay, thanks, bye” you lock your phone and take in a deep breath before letting out a silent scream, not noticing yet that robby was behind you.
“everything okay?” he asks, coming up behind and wrapping his arm around your shoulder—something he does so frequently that you’d become accustomed to it and never question it.
“no” you turn around to face him with tears welling up in your big, sad eyes. robby pulls you into his chest, wrapping his other arm around you, holding you close to him.
“what’s wrong?” he rests his head on top of yours as you let yourself melt into his frame.
“there’s been a fire in my apartment building, everyone’s been evacuated and the building manager said we won’t be able to go back for a while” you sob into his chest, overcome with shock about your sudden homelessness.
you were new to the area, having moved from out of state for your rotation, so you knew absolutely nobody other than the people you worked with. and you wouldn’t particularly call any of them your close friends, except for robby that is—still, you didn’t feel comfortable asking him for help, not when he’s already helped you out so much since you got there.
luckily, you didn’t even have to think about asking before robby offered.
“hey, come here, don’t cry” he held you tighter, stroking the back of your head as you sob into his scrub top, your arms squished between your body and his. “i have a guest room, it’s all yours for as long as you need, okay?” he shushes into your hair and you pull back slightly to look at him.
“really? you’d do that?” you sniffle, wiping your eyes with your long sleeved undershirt.
“of course, sweetheart, what else are friends for?” he pulls you back in, just in time for you to miss the smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.
“i don’t even know what to say, thank you robby” you wrap your arms around his mid-section, so grateful for his generosity—little did you know he had ulterior motives for being so kind.
you moved in with robby that night after your shift ended, your building manager let you back into your apartment to collect some of your things and robby helped you get situated at his place. the guest room you would be staying in was right next door to robby’s master bedroom and had its own bathroom.
the bedroom on its own was almost as big as your entire apartment that you could barely afford on your first year resident paycheck.
living with robby was great, he was just as sweet at home as he was at work. and speaking of work, most of your days off lined up so you got to spend a lot of time together, getting to know each other, becoming closer friends—at this point you didn’t realise that robby had influence over the schedule and that he was purposefully lining up your shifts.
and robby never let you pay for a damn thing, telling you to save your money to be able to move out of that shitty apartment, though really he didn’t want you to move out at all. he liked having you around a lot and in just a matter of weeks his feelings for you changed from just wanting to fuck you to something much more deep—something sick.
he couldn’t help it, not really. not when you’d walk through the house in an oversized t-shirt only just long enough to cover your ass in your small cotton panties, and only that. and definitely not when you’d curl up next to him on the couch whilst watching your shows and end up falling asleep with your head in his lap.
to be fair to you, you had no idea of the effect you were having on robby, you just considered him a friend, someone you could let yourself get comfortable around. you had no idea about the sick fantasies he had about you in his head, to you he was just your sweet friend mikey.
so many times robby wanted to make a move on you, so many times he got so close but backed down at the last minute. he didn’t want to scare you away and lose you forever so if he had to resort to stealing your underwear from your laundry basket whilst you were in the shower to tide him over…well, that’s his business.
tonight however, robby decided that enough was enough, he couldn’t deny himself any longer. so that night when you got off work he prepared your favourite dinner and made sure to get in lots of wine. your face lit up when you walked into the kitchen and saw robby standing in front of the stove, the scent of your favourite dish in the air, it was heaven after the long, horrible shift you’d had.
“what’s going on, mikey?” you ask, the smile on your face evident in your tone. you started calling him mikey a couple of weeks ago, and he absolutely loved how sweet it sounded rolling off your tongue—not to mention how much he loved the way it sounded in his head when he imagined you moaning it as he fucked you into the mattress all night long.
“just thought i’d make something nice for us tonight” he smiles back.
though it wasn’t true at all, it was all part of his plan; cook you a lovely dinner, get you drunk and finally make his move. was his plan ethical? absolutely not. but he just couldn’t help it, not when he’d seen how pliable and mindless you got when you had a bit too much to drink at javadi’s 21st birthday party a couple of weeks before—that’s when his master plan came to him, he just had to wait for the right moment to execute it.
“and it’s my favourite too!! you didn’t have to do this” you pull him into a quick hug which he returns immediately, kissing the top of your head like he always did when you hug him.
“i know but i wanted to, you deserve it” he smiles softly before turning his attention back to the pan in front of him, mostly to hide the smirk that was forming on his face.
you really couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have a friend like robby, always going above and beyond for you in ways no one else would, it felt too good to be true…
after getting today’s long shift washed off you in the shower you joined robby in the dining room for dinner. the meal was amazing and so was the expensive wine that robby kept pouring you.
he never let your glass get empty but you were too deep in conversation to even notice how much you had drank. and one point you had started feeling dizzy and had said so to robby, but he just encouraged you to keep drinking, you were okay—and why shouldn’t you trust your good friend mikey when he says you’re okay? he’s a doctor after all.
before you knew it you’d finished an entire bottle by yourself and were now sitting on the couch with him, your back against the arm, your legs draped over him as he sat just a little too close to you. your head buzzed from the alcohol flowing through your system, you barely registered how his hand was slowly rubbing up and down your exposed thigh.
your body noticed it though and that fuzzy feeling was bubbling deep down in your stomach, instinctively you leaned into where his arm was wrapped around your shoulder. and without thinking you pushed your hips up slightly, trying to chase the feeling of his hand on your skin, your body aching for more.
“what’s going on, sweetheart?” robby asks, his voice low and soft when he feels your body pushing against his hand, a small smirk pulling at his lips as his plan starts coming to fruition right before his eyes
“feels s’good, mikey” you babble, slurring your words. you scoot yourself more into robby’s lap aching for his hand to move higher.
“yeah? you know i bet i could make you feel even better” he pulls you fully into his lap, his arm falling around your waist the other squeezing just inside of your thigh, the side of his palm pressed right up against the seam of your pajama shorts. instinctively you grind into it, needing more pressure.
“want your good friend mikey to make you feel good?” he asks, leaning down to whisper it low in your ear, his lips ghosting against your skin. you nod, grinding against his hand harder, getting needier and more desperate by the second.
“use your words, sweetheart. want me to make you feel good, huh?” he turns his hand so he's cupping your pussy now over your shorts, he has to bite his lip to suppress a groan that was ready to fall out as he feels the warmth of you against his large hand. something he’s been desperately wanting to feel since he first saw you.
“yes, mikey, please” you look up at him, your eyes already half-lidded and your lips pouty, it almost ruins him right there and then.
“mm, good girl” he leans down and presses his lips softly against yours, your arms snake around his neck as you kiss him back, pulling him impossibly close.
robby tastes the wine on your tongue and for a second he almost feels bad for obviously taking advantage of you—but, of course not bad enough as he works on pulling down your shorts, taking your underwear off with them.
his hands move to the hem of your t-shirt, gathering it up your body and pulling away from the kiss just long enough to pull your shirt over your head before his lips are on yours again.
he runs his hands up and down your naked back, feeling the softness of your skin beneath them. he lets them roam down your back, over your hips, up your stomach before softly groping your breasts. kneading them in his hands that they fit in so perfectly, plush skin spilling out between his outstretched fingers.
“fuck, you’re perfect” he whispers into your mouth, right against your lips. you feel the strain of his cock in his pants against your bare ass and you grind against it, rolling your hips shamelessly, needing more.
“please mikey” you whine, your mind getting cloudier and emptier by the second as your arousal catches up with your drunken mind.
“what do you want me to do, sweetheart?” he asks, pulling away from the kiss to cradle the side of your face with his hand.
“anything, please i just need you”
and that was all the consent robby needed.
he lifts you out of his lap placing you back down on the couch facing forwards, your legs dangle limp over the edge of the cushion. robby stands up before situating himself between your legs, settling down onto his knees as he pulls you by your hips so your dripping cunt is inches away from his face.
“fuck” he breathes out as he takes in the sight before him. so many times he imagined what your pussy might look like, mostly when he’s in bed with the underwear he stole from you wrapped around his cock, but in person it was even more perfect than he could’ve imagined.
“mikey, please” you whine again, pushing your hips desperately towards his face. robby lets out a small laugh, so pleased that his plan was working out so perfectly.
he doesn’t waste another second, lowering his face so his nose is pressed right against you, flicking his tongue against your clit with expert precision. you cry out at the sudden pleasure washing over you, your hands fly into his hair, grabbing and holding his face tight against your cunt.
he hums against your skin, already getting drunk on the taste of you, the sound sends vibrations through your body, you grip his hair tighter, rolling your hips so greedily against his tongue.
his cock strains painfully against his pajama pants so he pulls it out with his free hand that’s not spreading your pussy open. his fingers wrap around his aching length, pre-cum dripping from his tip and he starts stroking himself as his tongue explores your soft, wet folds.
he knew that if he came now he wouldn’t be able to get it up again to fuck you after this, a curse that came with his advanced age. he had thought about waiting, thought about making you cum and then fucking you right there on the couch, having you sit on his cock as he bounced your drunken, pliable body on top of him. but after months of secretly jerking off to the thought of you, of this, he couldn’t hold on any longer—it was too much and he just had to cum with you.
“feels s’good mikey, fuck” you moan, your eyes rolling back and toes curling from the pleasure of it all, your grip in his hair never letting up.
“you gonna be a good girl f’me, huh? gonna cum all over my face, baby?” he groans into you, licking long stripes from your entrance up to your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before going back down again. prodding just inside your now gushing hole with his tongue, your arousal coating his beard in a generous layer of slick.
“i’ve never-” a sudden deep embarrassment washes over you, you couldn’t possibly admit to him that you’d never had an orgasm before at your grown age—but he already knew.
“i know, sweetheart, you want me to make you cum? it’ll feel so good” he pulls away just slightly only to watch for your nod of approval. he lines two fingers up at your entrance, tracing small circles around your hole collecting your slick, waiting for you to give him the go ahead.
and he doesn’t have to wait long before you’re nodding eagerly, your eyes glued on his, your bottom lip pulled into your mouth by your teeth. “yes, please, yes mikey, please make me cum” you beg, tits bouncing as you seemingly nod with your whole body.
“good girl” he coos before laying his tongue flat against your clit, licking long stripes against it as he plunges his thick fingers deep inside you, ripping a loud moan that’s almost a scream from your throat.
“fuck that feels good, ffff…” your wildly grinding your hips against robby’s face as he curls his fingers inside you, hitting that spot you didn’t even know was there.
he pumps his cock in time with the movement of his fingers, imagining he was inside of you, feeling your warmth as your velvet soft walls contract around his thick length.
he imagined the way you’d whine when he’d put his cock inside of you for the first time, the way your eyes would well up with tears as he’d stretch you out, how much it would burn the first couple of times, how your tight pussy might never get used to his size.
pressure builds in your stomach fast, the sensation so new to you that you didn’t even know what it was, it felt like butterflies swarming in your belly, heat rising throughout your body. you had no idea how close you already were, but robby did.
he could feel your walls already starting to contract around him, trying to push his fingers out, clamping down hard, your cunt impossibly tight for him. he thought there’d be no way his cock would be able to fit in such a tight little cunt like yours.
his tongue didn’t let up and moved in time with his fingers still curling up against your sweet spot. you slammed your eyes closed as the pressure in your belly almost became too much, the feeling so foreign but so delicious, so intoxicating you didn’t want it to end.
but your inexperienced body didn’t stand a chance against robby’s expert movements and a scream was ripped from your throat as that tight band snapped in your stomach.
“shit! mikey! oh my fucking god” you cry out, your body shaking and convulsing uncontrollably, he let go of his cock and wrapped his arm over your waist, holding you down as your body tried to get away from his overstimulating movements.
his fingers didn’t let up as you came, your cunt choking them, the feeling of your tight pussy clamping down around his fingers was enough to send the man who’d been dreaming of this moment for so long over the edge too—untouched, he was fucking ruined.
thick, white ropes of his cum splattered against the couch, definitely ruining the fabric but he didn’t care. all he could focus on was you and how pretty he thought you looked coming undone for him, being so completely lost in pleasure all because of him.
creamy white arousal gushed from your hole, dripping down robby’s wrist leaving a white ring at the base of his two fingers. his eyes never left your face for a second as you came for the first time, and he reveled in the fact that he was the first man to ever be able to do this to you, to make you feel this good, he was in pure heaven.
he let go of your hips once your body relaxed, your chest heaving as you tried to catch all the air that you lost during your orgasm. he pulled his face away and kissed the inside of your thigh as he slowly and softly pumped his fingers in and out, shallow movements just to ride out the aftershocks of your soaring high.
“mmm so good f’me, sweetheart” he whispers against the inside of your thigh, placing another chaste kiss to your flushed skin. every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire, your brain so dizzy and cloudy, your orgasm had made you feel the alcohol in your system ten-fold, you were absolutely wasted.
“t-thank you mikey” was all you could manage from small gasps for air and he chuckled against your hot sweat-slick skin. rubbing the plain of your heaving stomach with one hand, the other wrapped around your leg as he nuzzled his face into the inside of your thigh, the soft hair of his beard tickling your overly sensitive skin.
“any time, what else are friends for?” he laughs, hoping, praying that this would be the first of many instances of two friends just helping each other out.
okay so yeah i feel like this is sooo short 😭 it felt like a lot when i was writing it but reading it back i feel like it’s not enough. i mean i think it’s very possible that miss never had an orgasm before came in about two seconds flat…right…right
anyways hope you enjoyed, and if u didn’t don’t tell me i’m very insecure🙂↕️
warnings/tags: anal fingering(m!), milking,established relationship, resident!reader, gn!reader, medical kink! if you squint, soft!subby!robby hnnnngg, reader calls robby ‘good boy’ multiple times
“babe! you’re in your 50’s what do you mean you’ve not had your prostate checked!” your eyes widen in shock at what you’re hearing, from your doctor boyfriend no less.
“what!? i just haven’t got round to it yet, i will” robby shrugs, taking a sip of his morning coffee as his eyes scan over the newspaper that’s laid down on your kitchen table.
“you’re unbelievable you are, michael” you exclaim, getting up and leaving the room. robby hears your footsteps ascend up the stairs, though his eyes stay glued on the paper in front of him, paying no mind to where you had gone.
after a minute or so robby’s peaceful morning read is interrupted once again by the sound of you clearing your throat, instructing him to look up at you–and when he does, he can’t help the chuckle that leaves his throat.
“what you got there?” robby asks, laughing at how ridiculous you look stood before him in your cute pajama’s holding a half-used bottle of lube in your already gloved hand.
“you know what it is, michael” you look at the bottle of lube and back to him, popping the cap.
“and what are you gonna do with that then?” he sets down his cup of coffee, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back in his chair, obviously amused at your antics.
“i’m gonna check your prostate, obviously”
robby erupts into laughter again, shaking his head.
“you’re ridiculous, babe” he sighs once he’s calmed down, catching the breath that he had lost in his fit of laughter.
“i’m being deadly serious, michael robinavitch, you better get your ass bent across this table right now” you raise your eyebrows, warning him. robby’s expression changes immediately once he realises your not joking.
“babe, you can’t be serious…we eat breakfast here” he gestures to the table in front of him, the one that you had picked out together when you moved in.
“come on, you know how important it is to have your prostate checked, especially at your age.” you put extra emphasis on the last part, and you throw out your bottom lip for extra effect–robby can never resist when you give him your pouty, doe-eye look.
“and besides, i’m a resident now, i know what i’m doing” you begin moving the clutter off the table before robby even agrees, you know he will, he just doesn’t know it yet.
“it’s 5 in the morning, babe. do we really have to do this right now?” robby sighs, looking over at the clock on the wall– 2 hours til you both had to be at work.
“please, it’ll be quick i promise, i’m worried about you” you walk over to stand beside where robby sits, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close to your chest.
“i just want to make sure that my baby is okay” you lean down and kiss the top of his head. robby loves when you fuss over him at home, when you call him your baby or your sweet boy, though he’d never admit it to anyone else.
“fine, just so you don’t have anything to worry about” he resigns, with a roll of his still very tired-eyes.
he gets up once you let go of him, letting out a dramatic sigh as he pulls down his pajama pants and bends over the table, as per your previous instructions. he was already bare underneath, so as he bent over you got a good view of his ass, and man was it a sight–heat instantly rose to your cheeks as you took the view in.
“good boy” you hum, glad robby was turned away from you so he couldn’t see the smirk on your face.
“okay, so this is going to be cold, and you’re going to feel some pressure” you tell him as you squeeze a generous helping of lube on your finger.
you can’t help but smile when the strawberry scent hits your nose, definitely not your average hospital issued lube but it’ll do.
“i know. i am a doctor too, remember?” robby shakes his head in amusement.
you step closer to him, placing your hand on his lower back for stability as you use one finger of your gloved hand to circle lube over and around robby’s asshole.
he inhales a sharp breath both at the feeling of the cold lube on his skin and your finger rubbing circles on that sensitive part of him, a part of him that you’ve never touched before.
“i’m going to insert my finger now, okay. you’re going to feel some slight pressure, just say stop and i’ll stop, alright baby” you tell him in a soothing voice, the same voice you use on your patients.
robby nods his head, but his body tenses up under your touch.
“i need you to relax a little bit for me, if you can” you move your hand up and down his lower back, comforting him, coaxing him to ease up for you and he does.
“good boy” you smile softly, though he can’t see it, he can hear it in your voice. he loves when you talk to him all soft and sweet.
you press your lubed finger against his tight hole, breaching it with your finger tip, robby gasps quietly and grabs the sides of the table for support. you’re met with resistance at the second ring of muscle so you wait a couple of seconds before pushing further.
you keep stroking his back to relax him, to make him open up for you.
“you’re doing so good, my love, just a little bit more” you push your finger in further, slowly, until it’s all the way in, robby lets out another quiet whimper as your index finger bottoms out inside of him.
“f-fuck” robby moans, his voice shaky and weak.
you head shoots up immediately upon hearing it leave his lips. did he really just moan from having one of your fingers in his ass?
oh this is going to be fun.
your finger explores inside of him, locating the spot you were taught to check in medical school– it was completely fine.
“yeah, you’re good, i’m gonna pull out now, okay babe?”
“n-no”
you stop moving and a smirk forms on your face, he’s exactly where you want him.
“what was that? no? you don’t want me to pull out?” you bite your lip, trying to hold back that mocking tone that you sometimes use on him in bed, trying to keep it sweet…if only for the time being.
“n-no, keep going” you can see his cock that was hanging heavy between his leg is now fully erect, straining against the under side of the table.
“p…please, baby” he moans, it sounds pathetic and it makes your eyes roll into your head, and heat builds low in your belly.
“okay, my love, seeing as you asked sooo nicely” you push your finger all the way back in so you’re bottomed out again, and you curl it against his prostate.
robby groans in response, gripping the table tighter as your fingers brush over that spot over and over again.
your free hand runs down his his back, and down his thighs as you sink to your knees to get a better angle. you can feel the hair on the back of robby’s leg stand up as your fingers ghost over his skin.
“do you want another, baby?” you ask, your voice coming out as if you were purring for him, you practically were. the whole situation was turning you on a lot more than you had anticipated.
“y-yes please” his voice is strained but still soft, and he groans as you slowly remove your finger so you can re-lube.
once adequately lubricated, you press two fingers against his hole this time and it opens up for you so easily due to how aroused he already is, and you watch with you lips parted as they’re swallowed into his hole without any resistance whatsoever.
robby gasps once again as both of your fingers bottom out inside of him and reach that spot that has him leaking pre-cum all over the kitchen tiles.
“god, you’re taking me so well, huh baby” you press a kiss to the back of his thigh as you curl your fingers inside of him. you can’t see it but robby nods in response, unable to use his words because of how blissed out he’s feeing.
“such a good boy, i think you deserve a treat for being so good” you reach between his legs and take his cock in your free hand, wrapping your fingers around it before slowly pumping up and down in time with the movement of your fingers inside of him.
“oh fuck! that feels s-so good, shit!” robby curses, turning his head to the side to meet your eyes. he’d never looked so soft and cute, your sweet little guy.
“yeah? you like it when i make you feel good?” you purr, your voice breathy and seductive, just the way he likes it.
“y-yes, god yes” he nods, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure.
“open your eyes, look at me baby, i want to watch as i make you cum” robby opens his eyes again and you feel can feel pulsing under his skin, he’s close, very close.
“are you gonna be a good boy and cum for me? i wanna feel it around my fingers” you press another kiss to his to his thigh, and another and another.
“yeah, oh fuck! y-yes i’m gonna c-cum f-for y–” robby couldn’t finish his sentence before his orgasm took over, his walls clenching around your fingers, shit it’s tight, now you know why he likes making you cum when he’s inside you so much.
hot, thick ropes of cum land on the kitchen tile beneath and his hips buck relentlessly into the table, making it creak under the weight of him as he rides out his high, your fingers still working him inside.
once his breathing became somewhat normal again and he stopped moving, you slowly remove your fingers, taking off your glove and tossing it in the trash can behind you.
you give him a minute to relax before you get up off your knee’s to stand beside him. he looks up at you, his mouth open and eyes glazed over, completely blissed out.
you take his hand in yours and help him up off the table and when he’s upright again, you wrap your arms around his middle, pulling him into a tight hug.
“god, you’re so fucking sexy, michael robinavitch, i love you” you smile against his chest and he wraps his arms around you too.
“not as much as i love you, trust me”
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synopsis: you call robby 'daddy' as a joke, and he feels some type of way about it
wordcount: 2.3k
warnings/tags: oral (m!), unprotected piv, creampie, reader says 'daddy' alot, also says 'dirty little girl', workplace relationship, unspecified age gap, f!reader, a little bit of angst, fluff at the end, porn with plot, daddy!kink
“yes, daddy!” you roll your eyes, your voice laced with sarcasm as you immediately go back to typing away at the computer in front of you.
you had been in the middle of filling out your charts for the day, catching up on whatever you hadn’t managed to get completed earlier when robby approached you. asking you if you were almost done with the very charts you were in the middle of writing, and to hurry up because he was waiting on you so you could both leave together.
despite the fact that it had been robby that had been getting on at you all day about completing the charts that he was currently distracting you from.
“what did you just call me?” robby asks, shaking his head and rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, his face flushing a bright red, though you didn’t see it.
“it was just a joke, like you were kind of being like a dad getting on at their kid about finishing their homework before dinner…or whatever” you explain, still not looking up from the keyboard you were typing away at.
“right…well, find me when you’re done with that” he takes a minute to look at you before he turns to walk away, you catch the look on his face out of the corner of your eye, though you couldn’t really decipher it.
it doesn’t take you long to finish the chart you’re working on and so you get up, and begin your search for robby. he was usually easy to spot. a tall, broad figure in a sea of people, but you couldn’t see him anywhere.
“hey dana, you seen robinavitch?” you ask, still looking around central trying to find him.
“yeah he rushed out all of a sudden, didn’t even say bye” she tilts her head, obviously confused by robby’s out of character behaviour.
“huh weird, he was my ride home” you shrug your backpack over one shoulder, turning back to find dana looking at you with her arms crossed across her chest and her eyebrows raised in that ‘mhm’ look.
“don’t even start, it’s just a ride home” you lie.
it was not just a ride home. it had been meant to be just a ride home…the first time, 3 months ago when you’d got caught in the rain on your walk home and robby pulled up beside you offering to drive you…until you invited him inside, and proceeded to have the greatest sex of your life.
and then the rides home became a daily thing…and they were never just rides.
“okay…” she turns away with a smirk on her face, you choose to ignore it and head out.
you spot robby in his car waiting for you in his usual parking space and you get in, throwing your backpack in the back seat.
“dana said you didn’t say bye, what’s up?” you ask, turning to face him in your seat. he stays staring straight ahead and you notice his knuckles were already white on the steering wheel.
“nothing” he still doesn’t look at you, and you sigh.
robby’s moods that seemingly changed like the weather aren’t new to you, you’ve seen this film before, so you drop it, knowing he’ll talk to you about it when he’s ready. if ever.
the drive to his house is silent, not the usual comfortable silence that surrounds you after a particularly busy shift, its awkward, tangible, suffocating.
“okay…i can’t take this anymore michael, what’s going on with you? have i done something?”
he doesn’t reply but his eyes flicker down if only for a second, signalling that it was in fact something that you’d done.
you think back, replaying your shift through your head, trying to think of anything you could’ve said or done to annoy him. but he’d been fine with you all day, in fact you might’ve even described his mood as happy even, well before you got into the car.
and then you remember the last thing you said to him before he left, when you had jokingly called him daddy.
“oh my god michael, is this because i called you daddy?” you scoff, rolling your eyes at his inability to take a joke. you know that he’d expressed some insecurity about your age gap before, but you didn’t think it was that deep.
again, he doesn’t reply, just silently pulls into his driveway.
you get out of the car without saying a word, trying to process the situation, trying to figure out if you really needed to apologise for something seemingly so silly.
robby unlocks the door and moves aside to let you in, an uncomfortable look on his face as he drops his bag and flops down on the couch, his head in his hands and he lets out a deep sigh.
and for the sake of saving your evening, you apologise.
“look, i’m sorry if what i said made you uncomfortable, i didn’t mean to upset you, i thought it was just a funny joke” you place your hand on his back, rubbing up and down, to comfort him.
“it didn’t make me uncomfortable though, that’s the problem” he says after a minute, looking down at his feet.
“…what? so why are you being all weird then?” you ask, taking his big hand in yours, he closes it around you, completely engulfing your much smaller hand.
“because…it should’ve made me uncomfortable and it didn’t…i-uh, i liked it…” robby admits, his voice laced with shame and disgust, he still can’t make himself look up and meet your eyes.
you sit with his words for a second, processing them, your silence obviously shakes robby.
“i know, it’s disgusting and wrong and nasty and im an evil, vile old man for liking it i just–” he rambles, losing his words as you place a kiss to his cheek, your fingers under his chin guiding him to look at you.
“michael, listen to me” you kiss him again, on the lips this time.
“you are not an evil, vile old man, okay? lots of men like being called daddy, it’s not a big deal” you smile, pulling him into a a tight hug, with his head pressed against your chest, your hand stroking his hair.
“oh…really?” he asks with a soft, almost shy quality to his voice that has butterflies dancing low in your stomach.
“yes…daddy” you smirk, releasing him from your hold so you can go change out of your scrubs.
when you get back downstairs robby’s sat on the couch, legs spread with a beer balanced on one knee as he watches whatever is on tv.
you stand on the bottom step clad in only an old worn t-shirt of robby’s with a now indecipherable band name on it, and a pair of white panties that have a cute little bow on the front of them–robby’s favourites.
you clear your throat making him look up at you, his jaw almost hits the floor as his gaze finds you, the same reaction you get whenever he catches a glimpse of you showing literally any skin.
“hey daddy” you wink at him before making your way over to the couch, sinking to your knees between his parted legs.
“don’t-” he bites his lip as you pull at the waistband of his pants, your fingertips brushing against the coarse hair just below.
“don’t what?” you ask innocently, biting your lip as you look up at him with your big doe-eyed look that drives him crazy.
“don’t call me that…” his voice trails off as you pull his pants down over his hips, and take his already half-hard cock in your small hands.
“why not, daddy?” you kitten-lick the very sensitive underside of his head, and his cock twitches as that word leaves your lips.
“b-b’cause it’s…fuuuck, ‘s wrong” he stutters as you close your lips around him, taking him all the way down before you pull off again with a wet pop.
“doesn’t feel wrong though, does it? makes you feel good when i call you daddy, doesn’t it? want me to be daddy’s dirty little girl, huh?” you lick one long stripe from his base to tip before sinking your mouth over him again, taking him all the way down to your throat.
he doesn’t reply, not really, all that comes out of his mouth is a slur of mumbled curses as your mouth works him up and down, and your hands twist in time.
“hey, come on now use your words, big guy” you tease as you pull off him again.
“want me to be your dirty little girl?” you place your tongue right up against his head but don’t move it yet, not until he answers you.
“y-yes, fuck, please” he groans, waiting with baited breath for you to start again, waiting to feel the warmth of your mouth enveloping his aching cock.
“mmm, okay daddy” you hum before taking him whole again, hallowing your cheeks and letting your tongue slide along the underside of his shaft as you bob your head up and down, using your hands to work the parts your mouth leave out.
“f–fuck baby, you’re s-so good at that, shit” robby hisses through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched tight and his fists holding onto the couch like it was the only thing keeping him on the ground.
he’s close. you can always tell with robby, he gets more emotive and the muscle in his thighs starts visibly twitching.
and you know the best way to finish him off.
without so much as another word you get up off your knees, robby lets out a sigh at the loss of contact but his frustration is short lived as you climb into his lap, one leg either side of him.
you lean down to kiss him, it’s messy and wet but robby doesn’t care, he captures your lips with his immediately, his tongue exploring your mouth as he pulls your panties to the side finding you already a soaking mess.
you reach down behind you and line him up at your entrance, your lips never leaving his as you slowly sink down onto him, and he groans into your mouth as he bottoms out inside of you.
“shit, you’re so tight baby, feels so fucking good” he moans, pulling away from your lips to bury his face in the crook of your neck, wrapping both of his arms around your waist as you start rolling your hips back and forth, the friction of your clit catching on his hair has you just as fucked as he is.
“mmm, you feel so good daddy, always make your baby feel good” you ramble, losing yourself completely in the drag of his cock against your walls, and the way it hits your cervix every time you grind forwards.
“god, i love it when you call me that” his arms tighten around your waist pulling you closer to him, you increase your pace, rolling your hips faster and he’s biting on your shoulder to keep himself together.
“i-im gonna..fuck i’m gonna cum, shit s-sorry” he knows it’s fast but you don’t care, you want to feel him fill you up so bad, to claim you.
“please, i wanna feel it, cum for me daddy, fill this pretty little pussy, please” you beg, losing your rhythm slightly as you near closer to your own orgasm.
robby moves his arms from around your waist and his hands are now on your hips, he’s bouncing you up and down, hard. so hard, every blow to your cervix sends white hot flashes behind your closed eyes.
you reach your hand down between the two of you, rubbing tight circles around your clit, determined to cum with him.
it’s only another minute or two before he finally reaches his end, his grip on your hips tightens impossibly so, your sure it’ll leave marks but you don’t mind, they’re just dirty little reminders of how good he makes you feel.
“fuuuck, you make me feel so fucking good, baby, shit, i love you, what the fuck” robby babbles, his lips crash against yours, it’s wild and it’s messy and it’s just enough to send you over the edge.
your orgasm crashes over you, ripping a slur of strangled curses from your throat and the feeling of your walls tightening around him helps robby over the edge, flooding your insides with thick ropes of his cum that leak out around his cock, coating his balls in a mix of both of your messes.
you collapse on top of him, your breathing ragged as you try and reclaim the breath that was stolen from you amidst your high.
robby’s wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his chest as he tries to regulate his own breathing, trying to match the rise of fall of his chest with yours.
a peaceful, blissed out silence follows for a few minutes as the two of you bask in the afterglow of your joint high, no words need to be said, you both know exactly how the other is feeling in this moment.
after all is said and done, and the two of you get yourselves all showered and cleaned up, you lay down on his bed. you’re wrapped up in his arms, like always, his head rests against yours as he places a soft kiss to your forehead.
“hey…you said ‘i love you’ when you came by the way…” you had been thinking about it since he said it, but wanted to wait for the right moment to bring it up.
you’d only been seeing each other casually for 3 months and neither of you had said it yet, and if you were being honest you never expected robby to be the first one to do it.
“oh….” his face flushes bright red and you can’t help but smile at how bashful he is, how sweet and silly he can be for only you, only you get to see this robby, your robby.
“i love you too…daddy”
uhm excuse me sir? there’s plot in my porn!
bit of a longer one, hope u like it.
hiiii obsessed w your blog i read it every day like its my morning paper🤭
anyways im thinking abt riding robby’s tummy whilst sucking on his fingers and hes cooing at me and hes telling me im being such a good girl for him😵💫😵💫
hahaha thank u very much!! and i’m alwayyysssss thinking about that 😵💫😵💫
riding robby’s tummy (f!reader)
“mmm, that’s it, sweetheart. bein so good f’me. such a sweet little thing” robby coos, his hands are on your waist guiding you as you roll your hips against him. the trail of hair on his tummy getting thicker every time you pass, your slick making the strands stick together as you rub your bare cunt over it.
your head is thrown back, eyes screwed shut as pleasure washes over you. your hands are on his chest, nails digging into his plush skin in an attempt to keep yourself grounded but it just feels so good.
“come on, open those pretty eyes f’me, baby. look at me, wanna see how good you’re making yourself feel” robby instructs and you comply immediately, an honest smile pulls at his lips once his big brown eyes meet yours. “good girl, what a pretty little thing using me to get herself off. feel good, sweetheart?”
you nod, a soft ‘mhmm’ falls from your parted lips, your tongue half sticking out and saliva spills from the corners. you look completely blissed out, a vision of pure pleasure right in front of robby’s eyes. his cock rests against your back, you can feel the pre leaking from his throbbing tip being smeared against your ass on every roll of your hips.
you reach a hand around and wrap it around his girth, stroking him lazily as your movements get sloppier. robby lets out a sharp gasp as your soft palm slides up his length. his own hand slides up your stomach, grabbing a breast and giving it a quick squeeze before settling on your jaw.
he’s holding your face still, forcing you to keep eye contact as your head threatens to fall back again. a smirk flickers across his face before he takes two fingers and runs them across your bottom lip, tugging it down slightly. then they’re in your mouth, down to the first knuckle, he presses down on your tongue. your half-lidded eyes become wide, your pupils huge and black as he slips his fingers in the rest of the way. you close your mouth around him, swirl your tongue the digits, hollow out your cheeks and suck as if it were his cock in your mouth.
“yeah, that’s it. god, you look so fuckin’ pretty. my beautiful girl, so good for me” robby’s closing his eyes now as your wrist pumps him faster, you squeeze a little harder. pre drips down your knuckles and he’s thrusting his hips up to meet your fist. your own movements have become erratic, sloppy but fast, on every pass your clit catches on that thick trail of dark hair and stars dance behind your open eyes.
you’re both so close, you’re moaning wildly around his fingers, drool drips down your chin from where you can’t quite close your mouth around them.
“you gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” robby groans, his eyes open again and fixed on your scrunched up face as your orgasm creeps up closer and closer. you nod furiously, your thighs burn but you can’t stop now, not when you’re this close.
“come on, let go for me. yeah–fuck. that’s ittt, shit. look at that, look so beautiful, goood girrrll” your hand slips away from his cock as your orgasm takes over you. both of your hands fly up to his neck, holding tight as your body shakes and convulses on top of him, heat spreads throughout your shaking body. robby replaces your hand with his, fisting his cock hard and fast as he watches you come undone all over him. the feeling of your arousal gushing all over his tummy is enough to send him over the edge with you.
“fuck, yes! shit! good girl, such a good fucking girl, my good little girl. fuck! soooo fucking pretty” he groans through gritted teeth. his jaw clenched tight as his hips buck up wildly into his hand, painting your back with his thick release.
you collapse on top of him, panting and gasping as you come down from your high. he wraps his arms around you immediately. both of your body temperatures are too hot, you’re sweating but you don’t care. you feel so safe wrapped up in his big arms. he’s kissing your hair, shushing you as you let out soft little cries when the aftershocks of your orgasm hit your overstimulated body.
“shh, you’re okay. thank you, baby. you did so so good, my sweet little thing”
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doggystyle with his hands alllll over you. rubbing from your shoulders to the blades, running down your sides to your hips, then back up your belly to cup your chest
Summary: Daddy Joel knows how much your period hurts you. So he takes you to the strawberry field he found. He carries you when your legs give out, feeds you berries one by one, wipes the juice from your chin with his thumb. All he wants is to make you feel better, to remind you that you're his sweet, whiney girl.
Warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, FAUXCEST, huge age gap (60s and 20s), daddy!joel, ddlg undertones, pinv, unprotected sex, creampie, slight breeding, praise kink, spitting into mouth, slight food play, slight cum/period eating, clit rubbing, period sex, secret relationship, idk how much it makes sense that strawberries exist after the outbreak but
A/N: guess who had strawberries AND her period in this heat? 🥵 i was craving some dada joel and some ickiness sooo...ALSO im currently writing a lot of requests (bc they've been sitting in my inbox for ages🫣) and one of them is sleazy!joel hehe. As usual: if you don't like something you can just scroll and block me. I hope yall enjoy this one pookies <333
Joel had a surprise for you.
He lied to Maria, the Guards and even to his own brother Tommy.
"Got some scoutin' to do," he told them. "Won't be long."
And once you two were out of Jackson, he slowed. His hand moved from yours to the small of your back, guiding you through the tall grass.
But the last half mile had been rough. You've been whining under your breath, one hand pressed to your lower belly, the ache a dull, stubborn throb that pulsed down into your thighs.
The walk had begun to feel endless, every step a small betrayal as you dragged your feet through the wild grass, letting out a little huff of complaint.
"Joel…where are we goin'?" you whine, your voice thin and pitiful.
He doesn't answer, just keeps walking ahead, his broad back a quiet wall of patience. The afternoon light catches the gray in his hair, and you watch the way his shoulders move under his flannel. He's carrying a small canvas sack, but you don't know what's in it.
"Dad," you try again, letting the syllable stretch into a whimpering plea, knowing the name gets him.
He glances back, and his eyes are soft, the corners crinkling. "Hush now, sweet girl. We're almost there."
You let out a dramatic sigh, but you keep walking.
Your underwear is already damp with blood again, the fresh pair with a slip he helped you into earlier felt already too sticky. You remember the way he knelt in front of you in your little room, his big hands gentle as he peeled off the stained panties, knowing you're embarrassed. "That's alright, honey. S'just your body. Nothin' to be ashamed of." He murmured, pressing a kiss to your hipbone, then another to the swell of your belly, and you'd felt the tension crack open, just a little.
The first thing anyone noticed about Joel Miller was his rough edges; knuckles permanently shadowed by old scars, deep-set furrow of his eyebrows. A voice that could drop into gravel and command a room by sound alone.
But you...you noticed his soft edges.
Maybe it was the way his fingers moved with a deliberate gentleness on your skin. Pressing a warm hand on your belly. Smoothing back your hair when you dozed off against his shoulder. The way he cupped your cheek, thumb brushing lightly, before pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
Or maybe the way he made you feel like you were the only thing that kept him grounded in this God abandoned world.
You noticed it first, when you called him 'dad'.
It slipped out, honestly.
You were curled in his lap after a nightmare—something about clickers, about teeth, about the cold. He had held you, rocked you, murmured soft, sweets words into your hair. And you had looked up at him with tear-streaked cheeks and said, "Thanks, Dad."
His hands had stilled. His eyes gone dark and soft and hungry all at once. He didn't correct you. He just kissed your forehead and said, "Anytime, bun."
Later, when he was on top of you, cock hard against your thigh, he growled (or begged) for you to "Say it again," and you did.
But nobody needed to know, of course.
What would everyone say? A sixty year old, together with a woman whose youth made him feel almost ancient.
And oh, how much he tried to forget your face, to ignore your touch, to dismiss his feelings for you.
You were too young to remember the world before, too soft, too sweet. He said that as if it was an accusation, but his eyes said something else.
Now you're outside, and the world smells of earth and green, and you're following him like a child, trusting blindly.
Halfway up a small rise, you stop, leaning over with your hands on your knees. "Can't," you breathe. "Cramps are real bad."
Joel turns, and there's no impatience in his face, only that steady, watchful tenderness that makes your chest ache.
He walks back to you, and without a word, he crouches, one hand reaching for your wrist, pulling you gently towards his back. "C'mon. I got you."
You don't argue.
You climb onto his back, your thighs wrapping around his waist, your arms looped over his shoulders. He stands easily, one hand cupping your ass, the other holding the sack. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, breathing that comforting smell he has.
The sway of his walk is hypnotic, and your cramps start to ease slightly with the steady motion.
"You're so good to me," you murmur against his skin, pouting.
"S'what daddies do, peanut." His voice is a low rumble, the vibration felt more than heard.
He carries you for what feels like forever, until the path opens into a small clearing. You lift your head, and your breath catches.
Strawberries.
A whole patch of them, sprawling over the ground like a spilled paint of red and green. The vines are tangled, the berries fat and gleaming, some half-hidden under leaves. The sun falls directly on them, and the scent rises up—sweet, earthy, soft.
It's impossible, a tiny miracle in this broken world, a secret pocket of something beautiful.
"Joel," you whisper, your voice thick with wonder.
He sets you down carefully, and you stand there, staring.
"Found it last spring," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck like he was embarrassed. "Thought you’d…I dunno. Like it." You didn’t give him time to second-guess it—just threw your arms around his neck, pressing sticky kisses to his stubbled jaw until he huffed and swatted your ass. "Quit it. Pick some before the birds do."
You let out a sound—something between a gasp and a laugh and you immediately dropped to your knees in the middle of the patch, the soft soil giving way, the leaves brushing your knees.
You plucked a strawberry, fat and crimson, and bought it to your mouth. The first bite is a burst of sun and sugar, juice running down your chin, and you moan, closing your eyes.
Joel chuckles, a low, warm sound. "That good, huh?"
You don't answer.
You're already reaching for another, and another, stuffing them into your mouth, the red juice dripping over your fingers, staining the front of your dress.
The sweetness floods your tongue, and for a moment, the cramps, the heaviness, the embarrassment of earlier—all of it just fades.
You're just a girl eating strawberries in a field, and your daddy found this for you.
He settles down across from you, legs crossed, watching you with an expression of pure, quiet adoration.
"Messy girl," he coos.
You look up at him, your lips smeared red, your hands sticky. You grin, a wild, happy grin. "Dad. Open your mouth."
He raises an eyebrow but complies, his lips parting slightly. You pick a perfect berry, hold it up to his mouth, and press it gently past his lips. He bites down, and you feel the slight brush of his teeth on your fingertips. You giggle, pulling your hand back, but he catches your wrist, sucking the juice off your fingers with a slow, gentle pull.
Heat flares low in your belly, a different kind of ache.
"Gonna bite your hand off if you ain't careful, bunny." he murmurs, his eyes darkening.
"Don't you dare," you say, but your voice is breathy.
He lets your hand go, and you pop another strawberry into your own mouth, chewing slowly, watching him. Your dress is hiked up a little from kneeling, the hem bunched around your thighs.
You're not wearing a bra (you never do when you're with him) and the thin cotton of the dress clings to the curve of your breasts.
You feel his gaze travel down, lingering, and then a slow smile spreads across his face.
"Lemme see, babygirl."
Your heart stutters. "Dad…"
"C'mon. Just a peek."
He leans forward, his fingers hooking into the hem of your dress, lifting it inch by inch. The air kisses your thighs, your belly. You shiver, but you don't stop him.
His eyes drop to the patch of white cotton between your legs, the damp spot visible, pale pink. He hums, low and appreciative.
"So pretty," he breathes, and then he's leaning in, pressing his mouth to the inside of your knee, then higher, his lips brushing fire along your skin.
You forget about your strawberries. You forget about everything. Your head falls back, a small moan escaping your lips.
His fingers find the waistband of your panties, sliding under, brushing through the soft curls. You gasp, the touch electric, and then he cups you, his palm warm and firm, pressing against the ache.
"Daddy," you whisper, your voice small. "S'full of blood. It's…messy."
He looks up at you, his mouth still against your thigh. "Don't give a damn, honeybun. You think I care about a little blood?" He shakes his head slowly, his eyes holding yours. "You're my sweet girl. Every part of you. Even the messy bits."
Your cheeks flush red.
Then he shifts, laying you back on the grass, the ground soft and cool under you.
The strawberry vines brush your arms, the leaves tickling your skin. He moves between your thighs, settling his weight over you, and you feel the length of him pressing against your hip, hard even through his jeans.
"Let's make you feel even better, huh?" he asks, his voice a low, rough whisper.
You nod, your mouth dry.
He strokes your hair away from your face, his thumb tracing your jaw. "Are you gonna let dad see your pretty pussy?"
The words send a shiver through you, a wet heat pooling deeper than the cramping. You nod again, your eyes half-lidded, already sinking into that warm, foggy space where there's only him, only daddy.
He lifts the hem of your dress higher, bunching it around your ribs, and then he hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties and pulls them down slowly, deliberately. The damp cotton slides over your hips, your thighs, and then he's lifting your legs to slip them free. The air hits your cunt, cool and tingling, and you feel the slow, thick trickle of blood sliding down to the grass. A sensation that would make you flinch if it was anyone else.
But it's Joel.
He looks down at you, at the smear of red on your inner thighs, the way the ground beneath you darkens. He makes a sound, soft and almost reverent. "Look at you," he murmurs. "Bleedin' into the grass."
Your face heats. "Daddy…"
"Shh, baby. S'beautiful." He leans down and kisses your soft belly, just above the mound of your cunt.
Then he's unbuckling his belt, pushing his jeans and briefs down just enough for his cock to jump free, already thick and flushed, the head glistening with pre-cum.
You watch him stroke himself once, twice, his eyes fixed on you, nodding as if he is counting his strokes.
"Tell me if it's too much," he says, but his voice is thick, and you know he's as desperate as you are.
He lines himself up, and you feel the blunt pressure at your entrance, warm and heavy. Then he pushes in, and the sensation is a shock—tight, wet, the blood acting as a slick, silky glide. You gasp, your fingers digging into the grass. Your body clenching around him, the fullness making you dizzy.
"Dad, oh—"
"I know, I know," he hushes, stroking your hair, his forehead pressed to yours. "Let go, honey. Let daddy in."
He pushes deeper, the squelching sound is loud in the quiet field, obscene but intimate. The blood and the wetness and the heat—it all blends together into that perfect, cozy feeling.
That feeling only Joel could give you.
He starts to move, slow, deep thrusts that rock your whole body, the ground beneath you soft and yielding.
"Somebody'll see us," you whimper, but the words come out as a moan.
He shakes his head, his breath hot against your cheek. "Cleared the whole area before. It's not patrol time. Just us, baby bun. Just you and me."
He picks up a strawberry from where it fell, pressing it to your lips. You open, bite down, the juice running down your chin. He leans in, his mouth catching yours, and he swallows the bite from your lips, his tongue sliding against yours.
As he pulls back, you see him gather a bit of spit and juice in his mouth, and when he opens, he lets it drip into yours.
"Swallow," he murmurs, and you do. "That's my girl."
His cock is a steady, dragging pressure inside you, sliding against that deep spot that makes your toes curl. Your hands find his chest, clutching his flannel, and you arch into him, desperate for more. The cramps start to dissolve under the pleasure, only the squelching sounds of blood being the proof of your period.
The red and his cum will mix later, but for now, there's only that gentle rhythm, the wet slap of his hips against your thighs, the soft grunts he makes against your neck.
He looks down between your bodies, at where the red is pooling around you, staining the green leaves. "Aw, honey," he coos, and there's a tenderness in his voice that makes your heart clench. "Makin' a mess of yourself." He reaches down, his fingers dipping into the warm slick, and he brings them to his lips, tasting. "S'just life, baby. Nothin' bad."
Your eyes well up, a mix of embarrassment and overwhelming love. "Dad..."
He shushes you, kissing your eyelids, your nose, the corner of your mouth. "You're doin' so good. So beautiful. Just let it happen."
He slows his pace, making each thrust a languid, deliberate drag, and you feel every ridge of him, every pulse. Your body starts to tighten, the pleasure building like a wave, slow and inevitable. You're gripping him, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"Close," you breathe. "Daddy, I'm—"
"I know, sweet girl. What did we speak about? Focus on that feeling. Focus on daddy." His voice dropping low.
He reaches between your bodies with that, his thumb finding your clit, pressing in tight circles.
The sensation spikes, your mind trying to focus on his thrusts and on the pleasure while a foggy cloud wraps around yours mind.
Joel coos and coos, persistent with his thrusts and rubs.
"C'mon, peanut."
And you shatter, your back bowing, a cry torn from your throat. Your cunt clenches around him in rhythmic waves, spilling blood, and he groans. His hips stutter as he drives into you one last time, spilling deep inside, the warmth spreading through you like honey.
He stays buried, his forehead resting on yours, both of you panting.
The world is silent again except for the hum of insects, the distant rustle of leaves. You can feel the mixture of blood and cum seeping out of you, pooling on the grass, and for a second, embarrassment flickers.
But then Joel shifts, lifts himself, and looks down.
He scoops his fingers through the slick, gathers a pearl of red and white on his fingertip. He looks at you, his eyes soft and dark, and brings his hand to his mouth, tasting it slowly.
"Tastes so sweet," he says, his voice husky.
You bury your face in his chest, hiding your blush, and he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close. He rolls to the side, careful not to crush you, and you curl into him, your head on his shoulder. The strawberry leaves are crushed beneath you, the juice and blood and cum mingling with the earth.
He picks a fresh strawberry from a nearby vine, holds it to your lips. You open, and he feeds you, watching you chew with that soft, paternal satisfaction. Then he plucks one for himself, eats it, and kisses you, sharing the taste.
"This was a good surprise," you murmur, your eyelids heavy.
"The best surprise is seein' my girl happy." He strokes your hair, his fingers catching on tangles, his thumb tracing the shell of your ear. "You feelin' better?"
You think about the cramps, which are still there, but muted now, cushioned by the glow of pleasure. You think about the blood, the mess, and how he didn't flinch, didn't make you feel less. You think about the way he looked at you, as if you were something precious and holy, even with red smeared across your thighs.
"Yeah," you whisper. "Much better."
He hums, satisfied, and pulls you tighter. The sky is deepening to gold and pink, the sun lower now, casting long shadows across the field. You're sticky and sore and perfect, and he's here, solid and warm, your daddy in a world that doesn't deserve him.
You reach for another strawberry, and he catches your wrist, bringing it to his mouth, biting it in half, offering you the other half with his lips. You take it, and the sweetness blooms on your tongue, the last light of day catching the red on his lips.
"My messy girl," he says, so softly it's almost a prayer.
And you smile, burying your face in the crook of his neck, the blood and the cum and the strawberries all blending together into one warm, pink, perfect afternoon.
This is so short🫣 i hope you all stay hydrated especially while taking antidepressants or stimulants!!! Also, i think the past tense and the present tense is very confusing in this, it's the one thing i struggle with most so im sorry...🥲
𓏵 ┊ younger girlfriend squirting with jack abbot . 18+
you tell jack who’s been knuckles deep inside your pussy for the past hour that something feels weirder than usual, as you’re sitting in between his legs — your back pressed against his chest with your thighs parted giving him the perfect amount of access needed to pleasure you.
“what’s wrong, baby?” he murmurs against your temple with a gentle kiss as his calloused digits are rhythmically plunging in and out of your hole. curling his fingers sweet into that spongey spot inside of you, it’s almost cruel the way he knows exactly how to make you lose it. “it feels weird.” you testify, eyes fixated on the recurring disappearance of your boyfriend’s fingers inside of you.
“yeah? tell me what feels weird, hm.” he hums, feeling you shift and squirm against him as he holds one of your legs open by the backside of your knee. and you can barely utter the words from your mouth, “your fingers keep pressing against my bladder, its making me feel like i have to go— go to the bathroom.” you bite down on your bottom lip.
every time jack’s fingers plunge back inside you, it feels as if you’re peeing yourself already. as if the motion of his fingers are forcing that specific release from you. “that so?” you feel his chest rumble against you as he lets out a gruff chuckle, “that’s good then. that’s the feeling you want when it starts feeling good, sweetheart.” he reassures, as your walls pulse around his fingers.
you whine, throwing you head back against his shoulder. each drag of his digits bringing you closer, and closer towards the edge as you let out soft moans.
jack let’s out an impressed whistle once he starts to feel your hips rock into hand. “fuck— it feels good.” you moan warm against the side of his neck, “so good i might actually pee.” which earns a low, amused groan from jack.
“mhmm, you gonna make a mess on my hand?” he lifts his thumb up, before pressing mean against your swollen clit making you jolt. “w—wait!” you stammer, throwing your hands towards jack’s forearm in attempt to halt his movements as he shakes his head in disapproval. “uh-uh, can’t have you telling me to stop now.” he rasps, pressing circles around your nub as it twitches under the pad of this thumb.
“c’mon and show me how messy you can get.” his breath fans warm against your cheek, before your body’s involuntarily letting loose. your body is shaking, and your walls are caving in around jack’s digits as you’re whimpering. “thaat’s it, baby— give it to me.” he groans, targeting that sweet spot inside of you, before you’re making a wet mess all over yourself.
“mmgh, jack— jack.” you’re whimpering as slight humiliation fills your chest, though the pleasure is far too euphoric as he coaxes every last drop out of you. “atta girl.” he nudges his mouth against the side of your head to whisper in your ear. “i love nasty girls.” he groans.
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tags: 18+ only, ICKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY joel, dark! joel, naive! and oblivious! reader, post-outbreak au, ellie doesn't exist, sweet nicknames, daddy kink, dd/lg elements, large and in-charge legal age gap, oral m receiving, corruption kink
word count: 1868
summary: you ask joel what a trouser snake is...
a/n: i was inspired by a story on an spicy lit website but i cannot for the life of me remember the authors name💔also lowk cant write smut anymore its been too long BOOOOO
in the early sweltering heat of spring, you wiped the sweat that was beginning to form at your hairline with the back of your hand. a cool breeze hit you, the air going straight up your back to dry off some of the sweat there. you were thinking about if maybe joel would be at home yet.
he helped out with the construction of things in jackson with his brother, tommy. joel was more-so the management and tommy was out there with the others, ever since tommy made him quit carrying heavy lumber due to his ever-aching back. as you walked by the swaying trees, the sound of a nearing car motor caught your attention from behind.
glancing back over your shoulder, you saw it was a truck full of boys and smiled politely at them. your late grandmother always told you to smile at everyone, including strangers, but you recognized some of them from town meetings.
you were fully expecting to get a kind gesture back, but were met with confusion instead.
"hey sweetheart! come sit on my trouser snake!" one boy said, invoking laughter from the others. furrowing your eyebrows together, you cocked your head to the side. "your what?"
they all laughed even harder and just sped away, yelling.
"trouser snake…" you mouthed the words back to yourself, trying to put the pieces together but to no avail. as you finally neared the house, you spotted joel's truck in the driveway, and skipped toward the front door as your skirt fluttered in the air behind you. opening the door, your eyes dart around in search of joel. you really wanted to ask him what a trouser snake was.
"hey darlin', that you?" his voice resonated from upstairs. "yes!" you called out to him, practically running up the stairs. he was in his bedroom, back turned to you, accompanied by a drilling sound. walking closer, you see that he was currently working on a miniature wooden house.
"hey princess." he greets again, not taking his eyes off of his work in progress.
you always felt so comfortable with joel. ever since you stumbled upon jackson during that extremely cold winter, he and tommy were the ones at the gate who let you come in. they wrapped blankets around your shivering frame and gave you endless cups of hot chocolate once you were inside the bar.
bringing your hands around his head to rest over both of his eyes, you giggled. joel smiled as well, even though he tried to hide it.
removing your hands, you stand to the side of him. "…um, i have a question?" you propose and he turns his head to you. his hair was mostly silver nowadays, the strands almost glistening in the beams of sunlight that came through the window.
"ok." he nods, awaiting said question.
you just come right out and say it. "what's a trouser snake?" your lips stay slightly apart in wonder in contrast to joel's, who's eyebrows were furrowed and his lips a straight line, mixed emotions on how you know what that is.
or who said that to you.
"where'd 'ya hear that from, princess?" joel asked cautiously, not wanting you to believe that you were in trouble or anything like that. as you shake your head, you recall the whole street interaction with the truck full of boys and them yelling it out to you, plus your confusion and everything.
"the boys outside. they said, 'sit on my trouser snake' but i don't wanna get bit by a snake!!" fear seeps into your brain, never having gotten bit by any type of animal, definitely not by a snake. "i was so confused, i thought you would know because you teach me everything." your eyes light up, so grateful that joel has learned you the ways of this new world.
joel looked like he had seen a ghost.
he sighed out, blowing out his cheeks and shaking his head slowly. "princess...i," he began to speak. "is it poisonous?" you ask carefully.
he stands up from his chair, a quiet groan evident, before going to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands on his knees. "honey, what those boys were talking about...it, well," you cut off his train of words once more. "have you seen one?"
the gears in joels mind were working overtime. he knew that you wouldn't know what a damn trouser snake would be. he didn't wanna ruin your innocence like that.
but he can't lie and say that the thought of you only being taught things by him was darkly exciting. you trusted him with everything in you. he began to nod to your recent question, making your eyes widen.
"what does it look like? he said it's in your pants! isn't that scary?" you asked these questions like you were asking what was for dinner. running a hand through his silver hair, he just went along with it.
"no. it's not scary." he simply said, with a sigh. "oh..." you brought your hands together, rubbing your nailbeds against each other, making a soft clicking noise as you thought.
joel's pants were already a little tight, but now they were restrictive almost. his "trouser snake" was getting a little excited at the whole situation.
"but, princess, don't worry about that. it's really not all that imp-"
"can i see?" you ask with hope. joel's expression contorted. his eyes darted around the room, keeping his head immobile. "see what?"
"your trouser snake!" you say matter-of-factly as you plop down next to him on the bed. he was now aware of how close you two were, and scooted away a little bit. "no, i don't think that's a good idea." he says firmly, he raises his hand in your direction briefly before setting it back down on his thigh.
your expression showed slight irritation. "joel! that's not fair, you said you'd always explain things to me. they didn't teach me anything at the other camp! pleaseeeee?" you drug out the last word. and it was true. the camp that you were previously at raised you from a baby to a now 20-something-year-old, but it was mainly elderly women who were nun-like. they told you to not think about or trust boys, but you knew you could trust tommy and joel.
"…no baby. i'm sorry." he managed to get the words out clearly.
you turned away from him before standing up and stomping your foot. "fine!" you call out, making joel raise an eyebrow at you, but you didn't care right now. "i'll just ask jesse! he'll show me what a trouser snake looks like since you won't show me yours." you huff out. you didn't understand why joel wouldn't agree to your request.
"jesse?!" he asked, anger seeping around the edges of his tone, making you retreat just the slightest. "you go ask jesse and see what happens." he spoke lowly as your eyes dropped to the carpeted floor, doubtful now. "you know better than to stomp your foot at me. go to your room." he pointed to the wall, to your room which was right next to his own. you knew not to push any further and begrudgingly obeyed his order, slamming your door shut before plopping face down on your bed. out of the corner of your eye, you spot your withered sketchbook and pencil, grabbing them both to doodle to calm yourself down.
you weren't aware of how much time had gone by until there was a knock at your door.
"princess? can i come in?" joel's soft voice spoke from the opposite end of the door. pausing for a moment, you answered yes and heard the door creak open. you stayed on your stomach, with your back to him, quiet. then he sighed. "you really wanna see one, hm?" this made you immediately turn over, making joel shake his head.
"come here." he motioned with his hand as you scurried to stand up and go over to him.
"close your eyes." he continued, and you did so. he grabbed your hand, flipping it palms-down and guided it until your fingers bumped into something…hard.
“keep those pretty eyes closed, babygirl.” his breath came out a bit labored. he hadn’t felt a touch other than his own in years. his fingers closed around yours, putting pressure on both his hand and his clothed cock. you gasp at the feeling of it in your hand. “joel yours is big?” you say curiously, making joel smugly smile.
“yea, baby. he is a little big, huh?” he speaks, his mind barely focusing on his words and more so on your hand rubbing him so good through his jeans.
“oh that’s a good girl baby. just like that.” joel breathed out, breaths uneven as your tongue glided up and down the side of his aching, throbbing cock. and an old tie as a blindfold over your eyes.
it was awful.
joel lying and saying that sometimes a trouser snake needed to be licked like a lollipop so it won’t be angry and bite him. your eyes enlarged to saucers at the thought of joel being injured and jumped at the idea to help.
the condition?
you couldn’t look at it or it would bite you too. that’s where the blindfold comes into play. so there you were, on your knees before him, mouth open and dragging your tongue around his heavy meat like it was the best lollipop in the world. his hand was on the back of your head now.
“open your mouth and stick your tongue out, baby.” seeing nothing but the darkness caused by the tie over your eyes, you do as he says. shortly after, you felt the heavy slaps of it on your wet tongue, with joel loving the site.
“will ‘ya be a good girl and do this for daddy when he needs it?” he runs his head across the flat of your tongue, then pulls back to rub against your lips. you nod almost immediately. “yes, yes i will.”
“say, ‘yes daddy i will’.” he softly commands.
you swallow briefly. “yes daddy, i will..”
“atta girl. open up wide, baby.” his length invaded your mouth, lips stretching as you try not to gag. soon enough, your spit was dribbling down your chin as joel gently fucked your mouth, his hands keeping your head close.
“oh baby. you’re making him realll happy. such a good girl.” each thrust in your mouth brought joel one step closer to his peak. his cock slippery with a mix of your spit and his precum, made every single one of his nerve endings buzz with complete pleasure.
“fuck fuck fuck. oh here i co—it comes. don’t be scared princess.” he warned you before his trouser snake sprayed its seed all over your pretty blindfolded face. spurts came out and landed on your forehead, cheek, nose, and even in your hair. you weren’t scared only confused.
“it’s warm daddy.” your fingers were splayed out, not used to the foreign substance. joel was still standing above you, trying to catch his breath from a mind blowing orgasm. “it’s okay, princess. that means he likes you.”
𓏵 ┊ younger girlfriend squirting with jack abbot . 18+
you tell jack who’s been knuckles deep inside your pussy for the past hour that something feels weirder than usual, as you’re sitting in between his legs — your back pressed against his chest with your thighs parted giving him the perfect amount of access needed to pleasure you.
“what’s wrong, baby?” he murmurs against your temple with a gentle kiss as his calloused digits are rhythmically plunging in and out of your hole. curling his fingers sweet into that spongey spot inside of you, it’s almost cruel the way he knows exactly how to make you lose it. “it feels weird.” you testify, eyes fixated on the recurring disappearance of your boyfriend’s fingers inside of you.
“yeah? tell me what feels weird, hm.” he hums, feeling you shift and squirm against him as he holds one of your legs open by the backside of your knee. and you can barely utter the words from your mouth, “your fingers keep pressing against my bladder, its making me feel like i have to go— go to the bathroom.” you bite down on your bottom lip.
every time jack’s fingers plunge back inside you, it feels as if you’re peeing yourself already. as if the motion of his fingers are forcing that specific release from you. “that so?” you feel his chest rumble against you as he lets out a gruff chuckle, “that’s good then. that’s the feeling you want when it starts feeling good, sweetheart.” he reassures, as your walls pulse around his fingers.
you whine, throwing you head back against his shoulder. each drag of his digits bringing you closer, and closer towards the edge as you let out soft moans.
jack let’s out an impressed whistle once he starts to feel your hips rock into hand. “fuck— it feels good.” you moan warm against the side of his neck, “so good i might actually pee.” which earns a low, amused groan from jack.
“mhmm, you gonna make a mess on my hand?” he lifts his thumb up, before pressing mean against your swollen clit making you jolt. “w—wait!” you stammer, throwing your hands towards jack’s forearm in attempt to halt his movements as he shakes his head in disapproval. “uh-uh, can’t have you telling me to stop now.” he rasps, pressing circles around your nub as it twitches under the pad of this thumb.
“c’mon and show me how messy you can get.” his breath fans warm against your cheek, before your body’s involuntarily letting loose. your body is shaking, and your walls are caving in around jack’s digits as you’re whimpering. “thaat’s it, baby— give it to me.” he groans, targeting that sweet spot inside of you, before you’re making a wet mess all over yourself.
“mmgh, jack— jack.” you’re whimpering as slight humiliation fills your chest, though the pleasure is far too euphoric as he coaxes every last drop out of you. “atta girl.” he nudges his mouth against the side of your head to whisper in your ear. “i love nasty girls.” he groans.
summary: joel has been working a lot lately and not properly been paying attention to you, at least, that's how you feel during ovulating. so, you come up with a plan, which leads to him scolding you for wearing a short dress like that. and more.
trigger warnings: age gap (joel in his 50s, f!reader in her 20s), jackson!joel, possessive, oral sex (m receiving), rough sex, breeding kink, spanking, dirty talking, light praise kink
words: 2,2k
a/n: hii guys, im currently laying in bed sick with a fever, but I thought, there's no better time to write some smut again. credits to povsmommy28 on tiktok, because i saw this pov and i thought this is an amazing idea hihi
he was just at work. on patrols. doing construction work here and there.
you know he is very important to the town. and you knew from the beginning he is an workaholic. even before you got together a year ago. but still, the last few weeks, you got no real attention from him.
because of all his work, you barely even fucked. yes, there was some lazy making out, but mostly, you were already asleep when he got home. also, you were on your period a week and a half ago, so you were in not a good mood, there was nothing going on, but now, you were fucking ovulating.
and you felt it. just instantly at the thought of him, you were fucking soaked.
you tried to initiate intimacy with him two days ago, and it wasn't even that he didn't get hard.
oh, he did.
but then suddenly tommy knocked at our damn door, because there was some kind of emergency with that one construction side at the end of town.
whatever.
now, you came up with a plan. you 'planned' a girls night out with your friends from the clinic you were working at. but what joel didn't know, there was no girls night out. you already had a lovely brunch with them the day before.
but you knew joel. and besides that he's pretty possessive, he has a soft spot for short dresses.
plan was, get his attention, tease and argue with him, which then leads to him fucking you till you can't think right.
so, you got all dolled up. hair down, some soft blush on your cheeks, and wearing your short white whimsical dress, which was just right over your butt a little, leaving a bit to the imagination.
joel was downstairs, just came home like fifteen minutes ago, and was on the couch, cleaning his shotgun.
he looked up as he hears your soft steps running down the stairs. you didn't look at him, but hell, you could already feel his eyes burning right through you.
"where are you going all dolled up like that?", he asks. deep, thick.. oh, and warningly.
"going out with the girls'— believe i told ya about that yesterday?", you play dumb. innocent. as you start to put on your cowboy boots.
"m'not recalling that'", he remarks.
silence.
then you hear his weight shift as he got up from the couch. you turn around to look at him. your heart was pounding. your legs weak. his shleeves were rolled up and he had his hair back. he was looking at you like a predator watching his prey.
fuck, he's so hot.
"well, i do need to leave so—"
he cuts you off.
"you're not wearing that.", he grunts.
the fish caught the bait.
"excuse me?", you raise an eyebrow.
"you heard me." , he growls.
god, you could already give in. your body was definitely.
"i told you that i will be going out with them. maybe, if you would've been around more, you would remember.", you sass.
"well, and i am not changing—", you shrug as you turn back around to the front door.
he puts his hands on his hips.
"you want everybody starin' at you? eyeing you like you're a fuckin' piece of meat? i know the men around here—", he says with his deep, thick southern accent.
"oh, like how you're eyeing me right now?", you say as you turn back around, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
yes, you had a death wish.
his gaze darkens. he clenches his jaw.
"careful, love", he warns.
you sigh. "look, it's not that big of a deal— i like that dress, and i think it looks good on me, so, I'm gonna wear it"
you were about to turn back to the front door again, but he grabs you at your wrist, spinning you towards him.
"you do look good. fuck, you look fuckin' amazing in that dress. but it's only for me to see. you want everybody to see your cute lace panties huh—?", he takes a deep breath.
"so, now, you're gonna do as you were fuckin' told and you're gonna change like a sweet and nice girl you are.", he growls.
you were literally melting for him.
"well, maybe i am not a sweet girl today.", you whisper teasingly, biting your lip.
he looks at you. like really looks.
then, you feel his hand wrap around your neck and pull you into a hard kiss.
mission successful.
"well, im gonna damn make ya one'", he growls into the kiss, crowding you against the front door, one hand around your neck and the other besides your head. you pull him down to your height at his shirt, obviously kissing him back until your lips are slightly swollen.
"you're a damn tease, ya know that?", he whispers as his kisses travel down to your neck, leaving marks.
"and got a hell of an attitude either", his hand runs down to your breast, squeezing it hard, while he runs his thumb over your clothed nipple.
a small giggle slips out of your throat. he looks up at you, his breath and yours out of sync.
"oh, now she's giggling huh? you think this is funny?", he growls.
"i guess i haven't fucked you properly the last few weeks huh? and that's why you're dancin' out of line, are you?"
you just shrug with an innocent smile. you try to lean in back for a kiss, but he pushes you back with one finger at your chest.
"get your ass upstairs.", he commands.
"what about my-", you try to argue, still keeping up your plan, obviously.
"i said, get your fuckin' ass upstairs. when im done putting you back in line, you may go afterwards.", he tells you. then, you gulp but slip out of his grip and tiptoe upstairs. with him slowly following.
gosh, you were so fucking desperate. he's gonna ruin you. you already know.
you were already standing in front of the bed as he walks through the door into your shared bedroom.
he chuckles slightly at the sight. he steps towards you. closely.
"first, im gonna make you properly apologize to me for mouthing off—"
"i wasn't—"
"get on your knees."
and you do.
he sits down at the edge of the bed, tilting up your chin, his thumb running over your swollen lips from the kiss before. you were practically drooling.
as you sit on your knees, your thighs were completely bare, your short dress pooling right over your hip. revealing your soft pink lacy panties a little. joel opens his belt, opening his zipper and pulling down his pants.
through his boxers, you can already see the outline of his dick.
"gonna put your mouth to better use than arguing with me", he growls as he watches you pull down his boxers and getting out his thick hard cock.
you lick your lips, before you take his length into one hand and take a long lick from bottom to the top. precum was already leaking slightly, tasting slightly salty on your hot tounge.
"there you go..", he breaths. he grabs your hair and guides your head down. his thick length goes down your throat. he groans softly. then, you speed up. he kept his hard grip in your hair as you bump your head up and down, taking his whole length. you were pushing back on your gag reflex.
his breaths fill up the room. "fuckin' taking me like that— shutting you up real good huh", he groans as he pushes your head down. your vision gets slightly blurry by you tearing up, not able to really gasp after air.
he's truly shutting you up.
you could feel his dick start to twitch in your mouth. you wanted to make him come.
"hey— easy, girl- easy-", he says with a shaky breath. he pulls your hair back and lets his cock out with a pop. you gasp after air, with a soft whine and a disappointment look.
he grabs you by your arm, hauling you up onto his lap, bending you over it. his dick pressing against your stomach.
"look at that, your dress is so fucking short, I don't even have to lift it up to see your ass huh", he chuckles as his hand runs over your butt, tracing over your lace panties.
you gasp as he delivers a hard spank onto your ass. "gonna give you a damn good spanking so you remember how to listen—"
in the following, the room echos with the sound of his hand coming against your bare ass, turning your cheeks pink. "god, i can practically feel you dripping on my lap, darlin'", he says.
"im sor— ah-", you yelp as you feel another hard spank against your butt. right after, you feel his fingers pushing away your panties and pushing two of them right into you spoaked folds.
you arch your back, moaning loudly. "now you're sorry huh? you're fucking soaked— have I been neglecting you for that long huh?", he observes.
he pumps fingers in and out of you, but as you were just starting to clench around them, he pulls them out. but before you can protest, he hauls you up onto the bed, leaning over you.
he rips off your panties, grabs your legs and puts them over his shoulders. "gonna remind you who you belong to— and who you are to fucking listen to-", he growls and then thrusts right into you.
you moan loudly, your dress now pushed up around your stomach. he doesn't let you adjust. he starts right thrusting into you, while he kept you legs over his shoulders.
"so fucking tight..", he groans as the room feels with the sound of skin slapping together.
"joel..", you moan his name as you roll your eyes back. you already started clenching around him, not far away from already coming.
"already—?", he chuckles. he noticed at the change of your breath, the change of sound in your moans, how they got louder and louder. you blush immediately.
yes, it's been a while. and fuck, you could just already cum by him touching you briefly.
"joel.. im gonna cum— please", you moan louder. he speeds up. the wet sounds filling the air, as he talks you through it.
you finally feel the long awaited wave of pleasure coming over your body, as you tense up, your legs shaking.
he rides you through the orgasm, but he does not let you catch your breath. he pulls out of you, turns you onto your belly, grabs your hair, so your head was buried in a pillow, before he thrusts into you again from behind.
you whine. you were so overstimulated.
"joel— it's too mu—", you whine as you gasp after air, already feeling another orgasm building up between your legs.
"you're gonna fucking take what i give you— and then the next time you can decide if you're gonna argue with me or not—", he growls into your ear, while he places some soft kisses onto your shoulder blade.
you could feel his dick twitch either in you. he was close. as you started to clench around him again, one hand of his slips around you, and finds your clit, starting to circle it.
"joel—", you try to squirm away from the overstimulating feeling, but he fully caged you in. him leaned over you, his other hand in your hair, keeping you in place, while you were laying flat onto the bed.
"gonna fill you up, baby—", he groans, as he keeps up his thrusts while circling your clit, you squeezing around him more and more.
some tears of overwhelming pleasure run down your cheeks, as you let out a scream at this point, as you cum a second time.
as you clench around him, as you cum, you feel his warm cum filling you up. you gasp.
you were totally spend.
mission successful.
you both remain in that position for a little bit longer as you both catch your breath. as he pulls out of you, the warm liquid mixed with your wetness slightly runs out of you. he turns you onto your back, pressing soft kisses on your cheek, kissing away your tears.
"im gonna tell you again now..", he whispers as he catches his breath, his hand brushing over your cheek. "you're gonna change, yea?", he raises his eyebrows, looking at you.
your smile turns into a smirk.
you were never going anywhere.
and he realizes.
you can see it.
"there was no girls night, was there?", he mumbles as he raises his one eyebrow.
you shake your head. "nope."
you smirk.
"you were gone so often and i figured that was the easiest way to get your attention..", you reveal your intention.
he sighs. rolling his eyes.
"neglected you that badly, huh?", he asks with a small grin.
you nod dramatically.
he chuckles softly.
"well, guess im gonna make it up to you then", he whispers as he disappears under the blanket, between your legs.
you arch your back and moan as you feel his tounge on your pussy.
warnings: 18+ smut. daddy kink, oral m receiving, p in v, nipple play, blow job, size kink, praise kink, anal play.
summary: your boyfriend calls you upset while your out with friends. you need a ride home and the only person who answered your desperate calls was your boyfriends dad.
wc: 3.3k
A/N: just want to say thank you so much for all the support on my other fics! shld i start a tag list???? also i think once you write smut, you never go back😭 i feel like i can’t ever write without it leading to smut. next one shot will be steve harrington so be on the look out for it!
It was a Friday night in Jackson.
You were out with your girlfriends on your monthly girls' night out. It made sure you guys always stayed in touch.
Maneater by Nelly Furtado blasted throughout the club while you danced with your friends.
You had about 2 vodka crans and a couple of shots. The alcohol was definitely flowing in your system, but not enough that you couldn’t observe your surroundings.
It was around 3 am, when your friends had decided it was time to leave.
“Y/N, you're one hundred percent sure that Jesse is going to pick you up? Why don’t you just ride with us?” Stacy asked.
“Guys, I’m sure! Go on without me. I’m about to call him to see where he’s at. I’ll text you the second he picks me up.” You told the girls while they were about to get in their Uber.
They were nervous about leaving you by yourself, but they agreed with you texting them once you were in Jesse’s car.
As the Uber drove off, you called Jesse.
“Babe? Where are you? I’m outside the club, it’s fucking freezing.” You shiver into the phone.
“Fuck off, Y/N. You’re crazy if you think I’m picking you up after I saw what you’re wearing on Stacy’s story.”
You look down at your dress. It was a yellow body con dress that you had paired with your electric blue heels. The neckline of the dress does accentuate your boobs, and it’s short enough to show off your long legs, but you can’t help it.
“Jesse? What are you talking about? It’s just a dress and heels.” You explain. “Please, can we talk about this at your place? Just come get me.” It’s so cold, and you don’t want to be alone, drunk on the streets this late.
“Your tits are out, practically begging for another man’s eyes to be on them. Find another way home, slut.” And with that, he hangs up the phone.
“Fuck,” you say while going down your call list. You don’t want to call any of the girls who were out tonight, because they already don’t approve of your boyfriend. You don’t want to add fuel to the fire. You try to call your mom, but she doesn’t pick up. Not sure what help she would be since she doesn’t live anywhere near here. You call Jesse one more time, in hopes he’d pick up, but it goes straight to voicemail.
You scroll and scroll until your finger hovers over a name.
Joel Miller, Jesse’s dad.
You know he lives in the area, and would most likely come to your rescue, so you press his name and it rings.
“Y/N? Watcha doin' calling me this late? Is everything alright?” It sounds like you woke him up. You feel so guilty, but hearing his voice just makes you want to cry.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Miller,” you sniffle. “I went out with my friends tonight, and Jesse was supposed to pick me up, but we got into an argument over the phone, and he told me to find a ride. I didn’t know who else to call. I’m scared.” You finally break and start full-on crying. You hear him shuffling around.
“Send me the location, I’ll be right there. No need to worry, honey.”
About five minutes later, Joel pulls up in front of the club in his truck. He puts the car in park and runs out to you.
“I have a fuckin’ loser of a kid.” He says as he takes his flannel off and wraps it around you. “He’s gonna hear about this from me, don’t you worry."
Your eyes are filled with tears, and you still feel a bit tipsy, so you don’t even remember getting into the car.
Joel drives you to his house and decides that you’ll stay in his guest bedroom.
“Alright, let’s get you inside, honey.” He walks to the other side of the truck and picks you up bridal style.
While in his arms, you get a good look at him. He looks so pretty under the moonlight. You’ve always thought Jesse’s dad was hot, but you would never tell him that.
He carries you to the guest bedroom and sets you down on the bed. “I’m gonna get you a change of clothes, I’ll be right back.”
He leaves the room and comes back with one of his shirts and a pair of boxers.
You go to stand up, but immediately feel a wave of dizziness hit you.
“Woah there honey, not too fast now.” He says while you sit back down on the bed.
“I can’t, Mr. Miller. The room is spinning.” You tell him. “Can you do it for me?” He doesn’t know what to say. His son’s girlfriend is in his guest room, drunk, asking him to change her out of her clothes. “Please?”
He looks over your face, mascara running, and eyes red from crying. He just can't say no to you.
He starts by unzipping your dress and pulling it from underneath your body. He tries his hardest to not look at you, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable.
You notice his eyes focusing on your bright blue heels, the alcohol giving you some confidence. “You can look, Mr. Miller.”
He looks up at you, into your eyes. “It’s Joel. You don’t have to keep calling me that.” His eyes rake down your body. You had worn a white lace set tonight underneath your dress for Jesse. But his eyes weren’t the ones seeing it tonight.
Joel had always thought you were way out of Jesse’s league, since the day he brought you home. A beautiful girl doing charity work.
“I wore it for Jesse. We’ve been going through a rough patch in our relationship. Thought that maybe we could fix it with make-up sex.” You cringed a little at the alcohol giving you the confidence to overshare with your boyfriend’s father.
Joel gets his knees in front of you to take off your heels. “He doesn’t deserve you, Y/N.” His rough hands massage your calf for a brief second before he realizes what he was doing. Seeing him down on his knees made heat rush straight to your core.
“I think I’ll just sleep in this.” You say as you get under the covers. The alcohol really made you bold tonight.
Joel gets up and shuts the light off before heading to the door. “I’m just down the hall.” He says and shuts the door.
“Oh, Joel! That feels so good!” you whimper while your boyfriend's dad is tongue deep inside of you.
His big hands wrap around your thighs keeping them from closing shut.
You feel your release coming, your about to come on his face when-
You shoot up in bed, waking up from a noise you heard. Your hand is to your chest, and sweat is covering your forehead.
You look around the room, realizing this isn’t yours.
Everything hits you at once, and you remember all that has led you to sleeping in Joel’s guest bedroom.
You’re in your white lace lingerie set, sleeping just down the hall from your boyfriend’s dad.
On top of that, you just had a wet dream about him.
You check the clock on the nightstand, and the red numbers stare back at you. 6:33am. You only got about three hours of sleep.
An ache throbs between your legs. It's early enough in the morning that Joel is probably still asleep, so you decide to slip your hand between the lace to try to relieve yourself.
Wetness coats your fingers when you hear that noise again. And again.
You hear the noise once more, so you decide to pull over the t-shirt that Joel had set on the bed for you and find out where the hell that noise is coming from.
You walk out into the hall, “Y/N” You hear your name coming from behind Joel’s bedroom door. Does he need you?
With his door being slightly ajar, you peek your head in.
“Shit, baby girl,” Joel’s eyebrows are scrunched while his eyes are hooded. You look down to see his hand wrapped around his cock, moving up and down.
You step back in shock, and a creak in the floor makes Joel’s eyes shoot open.
He grabs the top sheet to cover his naked body, “Fuck, Y/N, I thought you were asleep,” He’s worried that he made you uncomfortable with what you just caught him doing. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
This could go one or two ways. You could go back to the bedroom and act like this never happened, or you can see what unfolds if you stay.
The shots from earlier in the night are still in your system, and they decide for you cause your walking through the door to the edge of his bed.
“Were you thinking of me?” You ask.
He looks at you, mouth open, not sure how to answer that question.
Because yes, he was thinking of you. Joel was thinking of his son’s girlfriend while getting off.
“Uh. I don’t-,”
“It’s okay, Mr Miller. Seriously. I just wish you had invited me to help you out rather than do this all on your own.”
You get up on top of the bed and slowly crawl to him. You peel off the top sheet to see what he was hiding from you.
His cock springs up. His tip is bright red, pre-come dripping down the side of it. He twitches just from your eyes on him.
“Y/N, I-I don’t know if we should be doing this. Jesse’s my son.” You wrap your hand around his cock and move up and down.
“You said it yourself, he doesn’t deserve me. But you know who I think does? You, Mr. Miller. My boyfriend’s daddy.” His cock twitches against your hand.
“Oh, you like that? You want me to call you daddy, Mr. Miller?” He moans at that word rolling off your tongue. One of his biggest kinks was having a girl call him daddy, but no one he's been with liked it.
You move to lie on your stomach in between his legs. His cock is still in your hand. He finally gives in.
“Fuck, baby girl, you’re killing me here.” Joel could die happy right here with you in front of him, his cock in your hand, all while in his t-shirt.
“I’m going to suck you off now, daddy.” You slap his tip on your tongue a couple of times before spitting down on it. “You’re so big, I don’t know if I can fit this all in my mouth.”
You take him into your mouth, pleasure flowing through Joel’s body. He can’t even believe this is happening right now. He takes your hair in his fist to make a makeshift ponytail while you get to work.
You bob your head up and down as far as you can go. His cock is too big for you to take him all the way, so you wrap your hands around the rest.
“Oh my god, baby girl, just like that, take what you can.” He praises you.
His hip jerks up into your mouth, making you gag. It only makes you work harder to get him to his end.
You swirl your tongue around the tip, but he rips you off of him, and your back hits the bed. He hovers over you. “Way too close, honey. I’m not done with you yet.”
His mouth meets yours in a hot kiss. Drool is covering your mouth as he sucks your tongue into his. He can taste himself on you.
The kiss is cut short when he brings his hands to the t-shirt you’re wearing.
“My shirt looks good on you, baby.” His fingers reach the hem of the shirt. “I wanna get a better look at what’s underneath it.”
Your shirt is off in seconds, his eyes gaze over the dainty white lace that somewhat covers your most special parts.
“Fuck, doll.” He kisses down from your neck, “Jesse should've taken better care of you. He could’ve had all this.” His tongue teases your nipples over the fabric.
You moan at the feeling of his teeth biting down on your breast, and a jolt of pleasure rushes through your body.
His hands reach underneath your back, and unclips your bra. Your breasts break free, rosy pink nipples hard.
He immediately cups one boob, massaging it in his hand before pinching the sweet spot.
“Shit,” Jesse never paid attention to your tits. He only cared about them, they were on display during your nights out.
“I know, baby girl, it must feel uncomfortable down there, huh? Let daddy have a look.” Joel kisses down from your boobs to right above your lace panties.
He could see your pretty pussy on display right through the dampened lace.
“Oh, baby.” His fingers rub over your clothed slit. “You’re soaked right through.”
“Take them off, daddy. I want you inside of me.” You start humping the air, trying to get him to touch you where it hurts. “I’m so wet for you.” He looks down at you, tears in your eyes, a whining mess.
“I’m gonna take care of you, baby, no need to worry.” His fingers grab the sides of your panties and peel them down your legs.
He grabs your ankles and puts them on his shoulders, your legs completely in the air.
His looks in between the two of you, his cock so close to your pussy. He taps your clit a couple of times with his tip, making you jerk.
“Stop teasing me, Joel.” He slides the head through your folds. “I’ve been such a good girl for you.” the view below makes him almost pass out.
Your pretty pink pussy is so wet that the second he pushes in, he slides right through your hole.
“Oh, Fuck!” He gave you no warning before he started pounding into you; the headboard slams into the wall with every thrust.
“Take it, baby girl, take every last inch of my cock.”
It’s so thick inside you, it feels like he’s splitting you in half. This angle is making him reach places so deep inside you that your legs start to shake.
He wraps his hand around your calves and places a soft kiss on your ankle. “You feel so good, Y/N. You’re doing so well.”
You can’t say much with his cock inside you. It’s an overwhelming feeling; all you can do is moan and play with your nipples.
He brings his hand down to your pussy and starts rubbing his thumb across your clit in circular motions.
It’s exactly what you needed to feel your release.
“I’m coming! Oh my god!”
“Fuck yeah, baby, come all over daddy’s cock.” He fucks you through the after shocks of your orgasm. You gasp when he pulls out of you and places your legs back down on the mattress.
He's face-to-face with you when he places a kiss on your lips.
You smile against the kiss and take his cock in your hand to rub it.
“Flip over for me, I want your ass in the air.” You get excited at the thought of him being back inside you. You don’t think you could ever get enough of it.
You do as he says, and it gives him the perfect view of your other side. He was most definitely an ass man. He loved to smack them, lick them, and fuck them. He knew that wouldn't happen tonight, but he wanted to see what you were comfortable with.
“Anyone ever touch you here, baby?” He says as he spreads your cheeks open and spits down on your hole.
No one has ever touched there besides yourself. Sometimes, when masturbating, you like to tease your other hole while having your vibrator on your clit. It made for an amazing orgasm.
The feeling of Joel’s spit, dripping down your ass to your pussy, could’ve made you come right on the spot.
“No, but if you want to play with it, you can.” You gave him permission.
Joel’s cock perked up at your answer. Tonight, he would just tease you a bit, nothing too crazy. He would save other things for another day.
His fingers collected some wetness from your pussy to mix in with his spit and be skimmed over your tight hole.
You pushed your ass back on him,“Fuck me, daddy. You look at him over your shoulder.
You didn't have to tell him twice. He grabs his cock and pumps himself a few times before slipping back into your sweet pussy.
You didn’t realize how empty you felt until he was back inside of you.
He pounds into you all while he focuses on that perfect little ass that has yet to be played with.
You feel saliva drip down again, and his thumb rims around your tightest hole.
“I feel you squeezing my cock every time I tease your ass.” He does it again. “You like me playing with your other hole, baby?”
“Yes, daddy, fuck!” You start to move your hips to meet his thrusts.
He slowly eases his finger into you, his hips stop thrusting, and you both freeze. Spit hits where his finger is as he tries to lube you up to stretch you out.
The feeling is overwhelming. You feel so full from having his big cock inside your pussy, and a finger easing its way into your asshole. Your body breaks out into goosebumps.
You move your hips so his finger and cock move in and out of you.
“Holy shit. Oh my god, Joel.” Words just pile out of your mouth.
“I know, baby, just breathe, you’re doing so good for daddy.” He takes his other hand and rubs your back, a way to calm you down.
He picks up his thrusts into your pussy while slowly moving his finger in and out of you.
You know you can’t come with just him doing this, so you start to play with your clit.
Pornographic moans fill the room. He can feel that you’re going to come soon, and so is he.
“Where do you want me to come, baby? Tell me,” He says, between moans.
“On my ass. Please. Daddy come all over my ass.” You cry out.
With the sounds that come from the bedroom, you should be worried about Joel getting a noise complaint.
It feels like the world stops. You both are finally reaching your ends, and reality is hitting you for a second on what just happened.
You just fucked your boyfriend’s dad. He just had his finger in your ass, something no one else has done.
The biggest problem is, is that you would do it all over again if you could.
You feel Joel’s hands come down on your ass, using the sheets to wipe his come off of you.
What a sight, he thinks to himself.
He pulls you into his side, before reaching over and shutting off the lamp on the bedside table.
“Do you regret it?” He asks, worry in his voice.
“No, Joel, I don’t.” You nuzzle into his side. “I could never regret that.”
You both drift off into sleep, pretending that it’s just the two of you in the world. No one else.
Just Joel and Y/N.
It's not until the afternoon that you are woken up by Joel's phone ringing. You cuddle closer against his body and hear him talking to someone, but you're half asleep and can't make out what he's saying.
"Baby, wake up." He says once he's off the phone. You open your eyes and see you are both still naked.
"Jesse just called, freaking out cause he couldn't find you. Your friends told him they never got a text from you, so I told him you called me last night and that you're asleep in the guest bedroom. He's on his way over now."
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18+ mature content • mdni
summary: A little reckless driving on NYE leads to Chief Hopper patting you down and taking advantage of what he finds.
tags: mentions of drug use & substance abuse, impaired driving, outdoor / semi-public sex, unprotected sex because it’s fiction
word count: 887
The scent of marijuana was too strong to ignore. Halfway through the two mile drive home, you took a turn too fast and caught the attention of an idling Jim Hopper, Chief of Hawkins Police. You heard rumors around town about him before, perhaps he would be lenient on your New Year’s Eve error. It was minutes before midnight, after all.
Hopper’s flashlight stung your eyes. This part of the road lacked any street lamps or houses. The outcome wasn’t looking great. As you exited the vehicle, you took notice of how tall the man stood. His face was handsome up close. Even in the darkness. You were still in your skimpy party dress. Hopper’s eyes wandered, taking in the sight of the young lady in front of him. He didn’t recognize you. A stranger.
Unbeknownst to you, Hopper was having a chaotic night of his own. His head was swirling with scotch and unlabeled pills. He dreaded the start of each year for reasons held close to his chest.
“You said you live where?” The policeman probed.
“Like a mile from here. Not far really. I just needed to get home from a party.”
Hopper sighed. You were probably more competent to maneuver a vehicle at the moment than he was. Nonetheless, he had to communicate his authority.
“You got any more weed on you? Hm?” Hopper gruffly pressed.
“No, sir. I smoked a joint earlier in my car but that was it. You can feel me up.”
“I can do my job, thank you.” He cut in.
Hopper took his hands and patted your tight outfit. He believed your statement, but selfishly wanted to feel the curves of your body. It was clean. The large hands on your hips were making you horny. If he was the man others said he was, he could be persuaded.
“You can check under my dress, too,” your voice was coy. Less shaky.
All of a sudden, his mind went to the restrained sensation in his crotch.
“Yeah?” He questioned.
With a rough hand, he lifted the hem of your dress and felt for your panties. The fabric felt damp and warm. He pushed them aside and let your wetness feel his fingers.
“It’s almost midnight. I’ll let you off if you…do something for me.” His voice was low and dark.
“Anything, Chief.” you moaned a little as his fingers inserted into your eager pussy.
“Driving out here while high is reckless. I’m gonna cuff you and fuck some sense into you, then I’ll let you leave. Nobody will know. Got it?”
He was working your clit. You were squirming against the metal of your car.
“Yes, deal.”
Hopper was rough. He cuffed you just as he said he would. The metal restraints were snug on your wrists. His car was shut off and he pinned you against your car in the darkness. In your inebriated state, you briefly wondered if anyone could hear you two out here. The notion quickly left. What could happen? You were getting fucked by the police anyway.
BANG!
Oh shit, the fireworks!
BOOM! POP!
Hopper undid his belt and untucked the khaki shirt of his uniform. Your dress was lifted and your panties were pushed aside. Pussy dripping. He forced his fat cock into your easy little slit. You gasped at his length, how full you felt. How vulnerable you were in his cuffs. His thrusts were urgent. He didn’t give a second thought about you at the moment, he was too preoccupied with using this hot body as a cum dump.
He pounded into you, groaning and vocal. His hips carried his weight with each stroke. You let yourself whine and whimper as well, the lustful exchange was muted to the rest of the world under the loud cascade of fireworks. It may have been the weed, but it felt as though Hopper’s cock was perfect for your flesh. Made to fuck you like this. Your face was pressed against the car, gasping for air as he continued to abuse your cunt.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re gonna make me bust.”
Hopper had not bluffed yet. He pulled your hips in, bottoming his shaft out in you. He held you still as he released his seed into you. His dick twitched and pulsated, and you felt his ejaculate coating your walls within. When he was done pumping you full, he spanked your ass and withdrew his cock. Semen leaked out of you and made a mess on your panties and thighs. Hopper unlocked the handcuffs and helped you fix your dress. Multicolored fireworks continued to blast in the distance beyond the tree line.
Hopper zipped himself back up and pulled you close. His breath was heavy and winded. He kissed you, and now you could taste the liquor on his mouth as his tongue entered. He pushed you off gently yet abruptly.
“This uh, this is between us, alright?” Hopper breathed.
“I’m a steel vault,” you winked.
“That pussy of yours is pretty tight, that’s for sure.”
Hopper had his hands resting on his hips.
“Maybe you should stretch it some more, Chief Hopper.”
You entered your car.
“Are you going to make it home okay?” He asked with genuine concern.
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