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The Sleepover (Wild and Eager Pt. 4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

2.8k words, dbf!Joel, Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Picks up right where part 3 left off. You missed curfew and are stuck at Joel’s overnight, completely at his mercy.

Content: 18+ MDNI! spanking, unsafe p in v

Notes: Not me realizing way too late that I forgot to have Reader clean the cum off her face at the end of the last installment. She’s just been cuddling Joel covered in it lol.

After cleaning yourself up, you flopped down on Joel’s bed, still wearing nothing but your unbuttoned shirt, propping yourself up with your arms stretched out behind you. “So, big man, you’ve got me all to yourself for a whole night. What are you gonna do with me?” you said with a sly grin on your face. 

Joel’s eyes darkened with lust. “Baby, I’m gon’ ruin you.” He stalked across the room towards you, like a predator closing in on its prey. “Gon’ ruin you for any other cock. Ruin your daddy’s perfect little girl.” 

“You don’t think you’ve already done that? I’m feeling pretty well ruined over here,” you teased him.

“Oh darlin’, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” Joel was now standing in front of where you sat on his bed. “Besides, I gotta teach my pretty girl a lesson, now don’t I? Can’t have you staying out after curfew again. Gotta teach you about a little thing called ‘time management.’”

“Woah, woah, woah there. Was I cuddling myself on the couch? It takes two to miss curfew, in this case.”

“Is that how you see it, eh? Well lemme tell you something sweetheart - I wouldn’t have been so distracted if you hadn’t begged me to fuck those tits of yours.” Joel was looming over you now, causing your heart to race. “Lettin’ me smoke you up and eat you out... Refusing to go home before I was taken care of... From where I stand, this looks like it’s all your fault, baby.”

“I don’t remember you complaining when your cock was nestled between these tits,” you gestured at your exposed chest. You knew you were pushing his buttons, but you couldn’t seem to stop. You liked riling him up, and not just because he usually ended up banging your brains out after you did. You liked seeing the fire come to life behind his eyes.  

“I wasn’t about to complain when you wanted it so fucking bad,” he said as he leaned down and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, lifting you up and flipping you over so that you now laid face down. “Couldn’t say no when you were being such a fuckin’ tease, so desperate for it.” With a rough tug at your hips, he pulled you up so you rested on all fours. His hands slipped back, coming to rest on your bare ass. He squeezed each cheek gently, massaging them with his palms.

Then, without preamble, he pulled one hand away and brought it back down with force, slapping your ass cheek so hard it stung. “That’s for losing track of time and staying out after curfew.” You were so surprised he’d spanked you that you didn’t utter a word. Another slap came down hard on your behind. “That’s for being a fucking tease.” This time, you were prepared for it, and the hot sting of his hand made the most delicious feeling begin to coil in your lower belly. He brought his hand back and spanked you again. “And that’s for tempting me to fuck my best friend’d daughter in the first place.” You let out an audible moan after that.

“Fuck, does my naughty girl like this? Like me spankin’ your behind, teachin’ you a lesson?” You turned your head back towards him and nodded once, meeting his eyes with your hungry stare. “Shit, baby, how the hell am I supposed to hold back when you like being treated like this? Like the filthy tease you are, deserving to be punished.” He punctuated his sentence with another slap to your behind, even harder this time. You knew he’d leave a bright red handprint behind, and the thought of that had wetness trickling from between your thighs. 

“Then don’t hold back,” you urged, voice full of desire. As you spoke, you looked back at him again, seeing his eyes darken with lust, his breathing grow heavy. 

And then he unleashed himself on you. He rained down slap after slap to your quickly reddening cheeks, not giving you time to recover from one spank before the next one came. You knew the evidence of your desire was pooling between your thighs the whole time, each spank sending a tingling thrill of pain through you that seemed to concentrate right at your center. 

“Love... puttin’ you... in your place... like the filthy whore... you are,'' he groaned out, pausing every couple words to deliver another sharp slap to your behind. You squeezed your thighs together, desperately seeking some relief from the ache that had settled between them. 

“Joel... Fuck. So good.” He chuckled darkly at your words. He delivered another smack to each of your cheeks before pausing to massage the abused flesh with his hands.

“Dirty fucking girl, can’t get enough can you? This makin’ you all hot ‘n bothered?” As he spoke, he shifted a hand so he was stroking your inner thigh, feeling the wetness that had begun to seep past your folds. He hissed in a breath at the discovery. “You really this fuckin’ wet for me when I haven’t even touched your needy lil’ cunt? Pathetic.” You mewled breathlessly at his touch and his dirty words, hoping he would put you out of your misery and finally touch you where you needed him most.

Unfortunately for you, Joel was in a sadistic mood, ready to toy with you to his heart’s content. His hand began trailing up and down your inner thigh, getting close but never touching your aching pussy. “Joel, please,” you let out in a whine.

“Nuh uh, this is supposed to be a punishment, remember? Never gon’ learn a lesson if you get your way all the time.” You turned your head back to face him and pouted, letting him know exactly how you felt about that. “Don’t give me that face. Your daddy might fall for that, but I know better.” You huffed in frustration, the ache between your legs growing almost unbearable. 

Suddenly, Joel’s touch was gone, replaced by the feeling of his hot, denim-clad length pressing against your ass, grinding into you. “Feel that baby? Feel how god-damned hard you make me? It’s all your fault, so I’m thinkin’ you oughta help fix it.” You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, his jeans unzipping and hitting the floor. You gasped in anticipation. 

Next thing you knew, you felt the wet slide of the head of his cock against your slit, rubbing slowly up and down. You hissed in pleasure at finally being touched where you needed it most. 

“Joel, fuck, please just fuck me already.” 

“Now darlin’, do we really need to go over who’s in charge here, again?” You whined incoherently as Joel continued lazily massaging your cunt with his dick. He drew back his free hand and delivered a sharp smack to your ass. “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready. Which, lucky for a desperate slut like you, happens to be right now.”

And with that, you felt him press inside of you, slowly but forcefully sinking in until his entire length was sheathed within you. He rested there a moment, landing another hard slap on your reddened cheeks. “Joooeeeel, fuck,” you moaned, wishing you could tell him to fucking move already, but knowing you weren’t likely to get what you wanted if you did.

Finally, finally, he began moving, dragging his cock in and out of you, gliding easily through your slickened channel. You were so keyed up from his spanking, every move he made set your body aflame. Joel pounded into you, not even stopping when he peppered your abused behind with more spanks.

“Gonna have a hard time sitting tomorrow, aren’t you, dirty girl?” You were too far gone to answer, knowing what he said was true. You secretly thrilled at the thought of every twinge of pain reminding you of Joel. He brought both hands to your ass, grasping and kneading, before bringing them to rest on your hips. He pulled you back onto him with every thrust he made, his cock just grazing your cervix every time he bottomed out. You could feel his balls hitting your clit with every stroke, and that sensation drove you to the edge in record time. 

Your moans and groans kept increasing in both pitch and frequency, until all you could get out was a high-pitched squeal. Knowing you were approaching your peak, Joel brought one hand forward to fist in your hair, turning your head back towards him. “Don’t you dare come until I tell you to,” he said, his tone gravely serious. So, you didn’t. You rode the edge of your orgasm, never quite letting yourself tip over into oblivion. Joel’s thrusts picked up in speed as he was clearly beginning to approach his own climax. A chorus of grunts and moans filled the room. 

The pace of his hips began to stutter and falter, an obvious sign that he was right there on the edge. “Fuck, come for me baby, please let go,” Joel said in a surprisingly gentle voice. And let go you did, your orgasm crashing into you as soon as he gave you the go-ahead. Your tight walls clamped down on his dick, your body wanting him deep, deep, deeper. When Joel felt you fluttering around him, it seemed to push him right over the edge with you, coming apart with a low, guttural moan. His body leaned over yours as he spilled himself inside of you. Your arms collapsed as you came down from your high. You stayed there, ass up, face down, as Joel slowly pulled out of you with a wet squelch.

“Fuck.” Joel’s tone was distressed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I shouldn’t have done that. You end up pregnant and we’re both dead.” All you did was sleepily turn your head towards him, a dopey smile glued to your face. “This is serious!” You brought a hand up to your messy pussy, dragging your fingers through the cum that was slowly leaking out of you. You did your best to push it back inside of you, too delirious to fear the consequences of your actions. Despite his anguish, Joel’s gaze was stuck to your cunt, watching you play with his spend. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he mumbled to himself.

“You dirty, god-damned whore, letting me come inside you again.” Joel pressed you down so that you were laying flat on your stomach. “You like that way too much baby, shit’s dangerous.”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t love it. I’m not the one who didn’t pull out,” you pointed out. He grumbled in response. You kicked your feet up behind you, nuzzling your face into Joel’s sheets. They smelled like him, like gunpowder, smoke, and something uniquely Joel. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt so satisfied. Hell, you didn’t think you’d ever been this satisfied. Joel flopped down next to you, lying on his back and turning his face to meet yours.

For a while, you just stared at each other - your bliss still written plainly across your face, his hard, brown eyes slowly softening. 

“Next time you wanna teach me a lesson, you might wanna make it a little less mind-blowingly pleasurable,” you crooned at him with a smile. 

He groaned and buried his face in his hands. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that, right?” You nodded, your smile growing even wider. Your eyes fell on the alarm clock on the bedside table, noting it wasn’t even 10:00 pm. You sat up, starting to button up your shirt, when Joel’s hand reached out to stop you. “Hold on,” he said, getting up and walking to the shabby little closet. From inside it, he pulled out a well-worn, green flannel shirt. He walked back over to you and handed you the shirt.

You slipped out of your own, more fitted shirt, in favor of putting on the soft flannel. It was large on you, falling to mid-thigh when you raised up on your knees. As you did, you noticed Joel’s cum was leaking out of you and onto your thighs, making you feel so deliciously dirty. 

You shuffled towards the edge of the bed where he stood, reaching up to wrap your hands around his neck. When he looked down at you, you saw a mixture of guilt and desire swirling behind his eyes. Wanting to calm that storm a bit, you dropped a soft kiss to his lips. He kissed you back without hesitation, one arm wrapping around your torso while the other buried itself in your hair. This kiss was such a contrast to your earlier furious fucking, slow but firm. After a minute or two, Joel’s lips pulled away from yours, his forehead coming to rest on your own. 

“That was really something, Joel,” you stated. 

“It sure was... Fuck, I’m never gon’ be able to resist you, not when you let me redden that plump ass so prettily.” You giggled a little at that, while Joel’s hands came to rest on the ass in question, giving it a gentle squeeze. You winced a little, already feeling tender, knowing you’d likely develop bruises from the sheer force of his earlier spanking. “Poor baby, does that hurt?”

“Worth it. So fucking worth it.”

“I s’pose it was, darlin’,” he drawled.

Joel grabbed your hand and pulled you off the bed, leading you to sit down on the couch. He sat across from you in the armchair. 

“You’re so far away,” you whined.

“For good reason, sweet thing. Can’t keep my hands off ya otherwise. And we’ve got some things to talk about.” 

“More rules?” you asked, dreading what further stipulations he might have regarding your arrangement. 

“Not quite. I just want us to figure out what the hell it is we’re doing.” He leaned forward, arms propped up on his knees, head in his hands. “I can’t get enough of you, I know that. But...”

“But you have no idea what to do about dad?” He nodded in confirmation. “He never has to know! We’ve been over this!”

“You really think your old man won’t notice me undressing you with my eyes every time I see you? You really think he won’t notice my dick getting hard every time you walk in the room? You really think he won’t realize why you keep going out for hours at a time to see some ‘friend?’ It’s only a matter of time until one of us slips up and the whole thing comes out.”

“So what are you suggesting? Because if you try to act like you want this to stop again, I will throw you down and curbstomp your beautiful face myself, Miller.”

“Jesus, you really are your dad’s daughter. Got a vicious streak a mile wide, just like him.” He seemed caught halfway between horror and humor at your threat. “But no, I’m not sayin’ I want this to stop. I ain’t about to give up the best pussy I’ve ever fucking had.” You blushed at his heated tone. “I’m just sayin’ we gotta be real intentional about how we do this.”

“How so?” You raised your eyebrow quizzically. 

“Well, it’s not going to be enough to just try and act normally,” Joel said, leaning forward. “We’ve gotta keep our distance.”

“What, like, pretend we hate each other all of a sudden? Isn’t that a little juvenile?”

“This whole sneakin’ around thing is pretty juvenile to begin with, might as well lean in.” You rolled your eyes at that. 

“What, you’d rather I go let Dad know?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Obviously not. We just need to make sure he never suspects a thing. So you’re gonna avoid me like the plague, and I’m gonna pretend I think you’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met. Got it?”

“Fine, I got it, now can we have sex again?” You acquiesced, standing up and walking over to Joel’s armchair. Placing one hand on each arm of the chair, you leaned forward and stared into Joel’s eyes with your best suggestive look. He groaned in response, clearly exasperated. 

You dropped to your knees in front of him, stroking your hands up and down his thighs. “C’mon, old man, don’t tell me you’re done for the night already.” You could already see him hardening at your touch. 

“You really are tryin’ to kill me...”

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Taglist (comment or message to be added!): @ashleymsnodgrass, @bluetattoos, @spidermanfrog

More Notes: No, reader will not end up pregnant, this is my world and I’ve decided these two are just remarkably lucky. Babies make bad plot devices, there, I said it.

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A new installment of Wild and Eager is in the works, just might take a while. I usually write in my downtime at work, but I’ve been super busy both personally and professionally. I’ve suddenly out of nowhere decided to get a life and I don’t know how it happened??? I’m dating? I have friends? Some truly wild developments for me.

Thank you so much to everyone who’s liked, commented, reblogged, or followed since I started posting! Y’all make me want to keep writing.

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Up in Smoke (Wild and Eager Pt. 3)

Part 1 | Part 2

3.7k words, dbf!Joel, Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel gets you, his best friend's "innocent" daughter, stoned and has his way with you

Content: 18+ MDNI! Marijuana use, oral (f recieving), titfuck, facial, overuse of pet names

Notes: This one is particularly self-indulgent. Shot out to @toxicanonymity for writing the pervy stoner Joel of my dreams.

You were in Joel’s apartment. Joel’s apartment! You’d never been to his place before, never had a reason to until you’d started... Whatever it is the two of you had started. 

You’d been shocked when Joel had slipped the paper with his address written on it into your hand the day before, when he’d been at your place to talk with your father. It was a refreshing change, having him come to you for once. It seemed, perhaps, as if Joel was no longer avoiding you, as if he’d finally accepted he couldn’t stay away. 

“Come by tomorrow and we’ll have some fun,” he whispered into your ear as he passed you the note when your dad had gone into his room to look for something. 

Getting out of your place proved more difficult than you’d hoped. Your dad thoroughly interrogated you about where you were going, who you were meeting, when you’d be home... For Christ’s sake, you were a grown woman and your father still treated you like you were sixteen. You’d made up a story about going to see a friend from your school days, telling him you’d be home before curfew.

When he’d finally let you go, you’d rushed your way through the QZ, hoping you wouldn’t run into any trouble passing through the FEDRA control point you’d have to pass through on your way to Joel’s. You got by without much fuss, and then you finally found yourself knocking on the door of his apartment. Joel had greeted you without so much as a hello, clearly not in the best mood. Not for long, if you had anything to say about it. You knew how to make him happy, very happy. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked. 

“Nothin’ for you to worry about, just a deal that didn’t go quite to plan.”

“What happened?” you continued questioning him, not about to let it go just because he said so.

“Just a buyer who was low on ration cards. Almost had to teach the guy a lesson about swindling me.” You had a feeling Joel’s methods for teaching a bad customer a lesson were a lot more violent than when he’d taught you a lesson with his magnificent cock. “In the end the guy coughed up a pack of joints to cover the rest, but it still means I’m low on cards,” he huffed. 

“Then why’d you accept joints, if you really needed the cards? Are they really worth it?”

“Sure, the high’ll make the time pass as pleasantly as anything.”

“Oh, ok. I’ve never tried it before so I just didn’t know.”

“You ain’t never smoked pot before?” Joel asked, incredulous. “Damn, your Daddy really has you sheltered, doesn’t he?”

You don’t respond, embarrassed by your own inexperience. Joel always had the upper hand on you when it came to experience, both in a sexual sense and in more general terms. You resented how much your dad held you back from trying anything new, from taking any risks. Perhaps that’s why you enjoyed taking risks with Joel so much?

“That’s ok hun’, lucky for you, you know me. Gon’ open your mind up for ya,” he drawled, grinning at you from where he sat on his couch. At least his mood seemed to be lightening already. You went to sit down next to Joel, your body a little stiff with nerves at the new situation. “None of that, sweet girl, don’t get shy on me now,” he said, grabbing your legs and swinging them over his lap and wrapping his arm around your back so you were held close to his chest. His comfort with this kind of casual physicality surprised you, seeing as he’d always been so reluctant to touch you before. His other hand landed on your thigh, bared below the hem of your shorts, and he began stroking up and down your leg. You felt goosebumps break out over your skin at the pleasure his touch induced. “You’ll wanna be nice and relaxed when you try this, baby girl.” 

You settled further against his chest and smiled up at him. Pleased with your newly calm demeanor, Joel reached forward and picked up the pack of joints off the makeshift coffee table. He took one out, returning the rest to the table and picking up a silver lighter. He put the joint between his lips, and you couldn’t stop staring at the way they looked wrapped around it. He flicked the lighter open with his free hand and proceeded to light the joint, and take a long, drawn out hit. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, and you wrinkled your nose at the unfamiliar scent. 

“Your turn, pretty girl,” he said, offering you the joint. 

“I just inhale, right?”

“Yeah. Start slow or else you’ll cough up a lung, and hold in the smoke as long as ya can.”

You started to wonder if this was such a good idea, letting a man with Joel’s reputation get you high, alone in his apartment where he could do whatever he wanted to you. But, to be honest, the thrill of it made your legs clench together in pleasure. 

You grasped the joint between your forefinger and thumb, bringing it to your lips and taking a drag. As soon as the smoke hit your airway, you began coughing violently. Joel rubbed your back as you coughed, chuckling slightly. 

“Don’t... *cough* laugh.. *cough* at me... *cough* asshole!” You got out as best you could while your lungs were on fire. 

When you’d calmed down a bit, Joel said, “Go on, try again, not so much this time and you’ll be fine.” You took another drag, inhaling as slowly as you could. The fire in your lungs was still there, but more manageable as you held in the smoke as long as you could take it. You finally blew out the smoke right into Joel’s face. “There you go, good girl.”

You could feel your head getting a little fuzzy. You weren’t quite sure if you liked it or not, but Joel smiled encouragingly at you, so you took another hit. You felt your body getting heavier and starting to tingle lightly all over. “What’s it supposed to feel like, Joel?”

“It’s gon’ make you feel good baby, trust me. It’ll make you extra sensitive, and it’ll make you happy too. Might start finding everything a lil’ funny.” You could already feel what he meant about the sensitivity; everywhere your body touched his felt like little sparks were zinging through your skin. You brought the joint to your lips and inhaled once more, already able to take a longer drag without coughing. “Hey now, don’t go gettin’ greedy on me,” Joel said as he plucked the joint out of your hand and took a hit himself. You giggled a little at that as he blew the smoke right into your face. Suddenly you couldn’t stop giggling, not at anything in particular. It just felt good to laugh. 

Joel looked down at you where you rested in his lap, a warm look in his eyes. He leaned down and cut off your laughter with a kiss. That shut you up real quick. His warm, soft mouth covered yours, lips sliding against your own. Though it started off gentle, the kiss quickly heated as he opened his mouth and probed the seam of your lips with his tongue. You granted him access and kissed him back, luxuriating in the feel of it. He tasted good, like his usual flavor, but tinged with smoke. You kept kissing for what could have been an hour or mere minutes, your sense for the passage of time completely thrown off by the drug coursing through your system. 

When he finally pulled back, you looked up at him and asked, “What was that for?”

“Nothin’, you’re just cute when you’re stoned.” You grinned like an idiot. He took another puff off the joint before offering it to you once more. You felt so good already, you didn’t see the harm in taking another hit. As soon as the smoke left your lungs, you felt different. Maybe it was his passionate kiss, maybe it was the weed... Whatever it was, you suddenly felt your cunt pulsating between your legs, your nipples growing hard and sensitive to the fabric covering them. 

“Joel, I feel... funny.”

“Funny how, darlin’?” You flushed with embarrassment as you felt yourself getting wet, your pussy clenching around nothing. You squirmed in his lap, squeezing your thighs together seeking some relief. Joel snubbed the joint out in an ashtray and put it down. 

“I just...” You decided you’d rather show him than tell him, so you grabbed his now free hand and guided it beneath the waistband of your shorts, down to where you were dripping with need. He let out a small, hushed, “oh” in understanding.

His fingers barely dragged through your wet seam, but it was already enough to make you jolt in his arms. He drew his fingers back out of your shorts and brought them to his lips, sucking them voraciously. “So tasty, baby girl.” You gazed at him with wide eyes as he tasted you, the need throbbing between your legs only growing more urgent. 

“Joel, please help me,” you begged, voice quaking with desire. 

“Aw, is my poor baby feeling needy? Weed makes you horny, huh?” You nodded your head, blushing. “If only your daddy knew what a desperate slut you are for me. Does my sweet girl wanna be my little stoner slut?” The hand not cradling you to his chest fell to your thigh, stroking sensual circles as it got closer and closer to the apex of your thighs. It felt like his fingers were leaving a path of fire in their wake, your skin so sensitive to every move he made. 

“Yes, Joel I’ll be anything you want me to be, just touch me.”

“I am touching you, baby,” Joel squeezed you tighter towards his chest, smiling with false innocence behind his eyes. 

“Touch me here,” you placed a hand between your legs to indicate your throbbing mound, fingers brushing against his where they still rested on your upper thigh. 

“My desperate girl needs her pussy touched, huh? I think that can be arranged.” As he spoke, he grasped you in his arms and stood, slipping a hand under your legs to support you. He turned around and sat you where he had been on the couch, before kneeling down in front of you. “Gon’ touch that sweet cunt for you, don’t worry.” Just the anticipation of it made you moan.

Joel's hands came to the front of your shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping them so he could slide them down your legs. Rather than removing your underwear and getting to work, he reached for your shirt, unbuttoning it from top to bottom, revealing your bare breasts and stomach. Your head was spinning too much to protest his detour from your poor, needy cunt. Joel groaned as he took you in, head lolling back a bit, shirt falling open around you, panties growing visibly damp. “Oh sweet baby, you need it so bad, don’t ya?”

“Yes, god damn it Joel! I need you, please please please.” He got up on his knees and leaned forward, dropping his greedy mouth to one of your nipples, rolling it against his tongue as he sucked it between his lips. One of his hands rose to your other nipple, pinching it hard. You let out a delighted squeak at that. His mouth began pressing hot kisses to the underside of your breast, your sternum, moving down to your stomach. As he reached the waistband of your panties, he paused to smile up at you wickedly, eyes flaring with desire. 

He hooked one finger into the crotch of your underwear, pulling it aside to reveal your damp slit. “Damn baby, she really does need me, doesn’t she? So pretty and wet and throbbing for me. Just from a little weed, you insatiable slut.” His words came out with a sense of reverence, as if he couldn’t believe his luck. 

Finally, finally, he dropped his mouth between your parted thighs and placed a gentle kiss to your hooded clit. Even the tender touch made you jump, your senses were so heightened from the drug. His tongue flicked out of his mouth, lapping at your clit before swiping down between your inner folds and teasing at your pulsing hole. Everywhere his mouth trailed, you felt sparks igniting in your delicate flesh. He paused briefly to hook his fingers under your panties and drag them down your legs. 

As quickly as he’d stopped, he was back again, pushing his tongue inside of you, swirling it around your opening. You let out a high, keening noise, overwhelmed by the sensation. It felt so much more than when he’d touched you before. And that was really saying something, considering how hard he’d made you come in the past. Your hands came to grasp at his hair, gently pushing his head further into you as you ground your hips against his tongue. With every roll of your hips, you felt his nose nudging your clit, sending bursts of pleasure through your whole body. 

“Fuck, Joel, feels so good.” Your head rolled back against the couch as Joel continued his ministrations and you kept grabbing roughly at his hair, trying to get him closer. His mouth dragged its way back up to your clit, latching around it and sucking hard. You shrieked in pleasure, unable to contain yourself. When you closed your eyes, you could see stars bursting in the darkness behind your eyelids. You’d never felt so much in your life. As he continued suckling at your oversensitized clit, he dipped two fingers into your wet hole, pumping them in and out, curling them towards the most delicious spot inside of you as he went. You looked down at him, and the sight of his eyes gazing up at you, boring into yours, pushed you over the edge into oblivion. 

You screamed, really screamed, as you came, hands still clenched in Joel’s messy curls. You’d never felt anything quite like it; the intensity of your orgasm shocked you. He kept licking you through it, fingers still caressing your tight passage. As you started to come back down to earth, you pulled Joel’s head back and away from your oversensitized cunt. Fuck. The sight of Joel with your wetness covering his whole lower face was too much for you. He looked so depraved, so self-satisfied, it made your pussy clench all over again. 

“Fuck. Joel, that was...” Words failed you.

“Good?”

“Great. Like, life altering levels of great.” He grinned at that, rising up and leaning into you, dropping his lips to yours and kissing you hard and slow. The taste of your own juices on his lips made you fucking feral with desire for him all over again. As he pulled back, you glanced down at the impressive bulge in his jeans. You wanted to repay him for the amazing experience he’d just given you. But how?

Joel flopped down next to you on the couch, not seeming all too concerned with his own situation. Maybe it was the lingering effects from the joint you’d smoked, or maybe it was the afterglow of your incredible orgasm, but you wanted so badly to please him, to let him have his way with you. When he made no move to do so, you brought your hand to cup his throbbing bulge, squeezing gently. He glanced sideways at you, saying “You don’t need to worry about me, sweet thing, you just experienced a lot, must be tired.”

“But Joel,” you pouted, “I want to make you feel good too.” He smirked back at you. “What have you been wanting to do to me, Joel? I’ll let you do it, whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want, eh? That’s a mighty dangerous offer you’re making there, naughty girl. What if your poor dad knew his sweet little daughter would let his best friend do anything to you? Might outright break him.” 

“Well he doesn’t need to know, now does he. So there’s nothing stopping you from taking full advantage of me in my inebriated state,” you argued, flushing at the thought of what he might do to you. 

“Fuck, baby girl, what don’t I wanna do to you? Wanna fuck you six ways to sunday. Wanna bend you over and spank that sweet ass ‘til it’s raw. Wanna bury myself between those tits and come all over your pretty face.” He grinned wickedly as he saw your eyes widen at that last one. You wanted that too. Wanted all of it, too. So, you wordlessly laid down on your back, drawing the two halves of your shirt apart to reveal your breasts to him, squeezing them together enticingly. “Fuck, you really will let me do anything, won’t ya?” You nodded seriously, making sure he got the message. 

He was quick to climb over you on the couch, straddling your stomach and undoing his jeans. He was quick to pull them down far enough to free his cock from his briefs so he could line the tip up with your cleavage. You continued to press your tits together for him as he began to thrust forward, dick disappearing into your soft mounds. He let out a strangled groan as he moved, picking up the pace immediately, fucking your tits just like he said he would. You looked down, watching as his flared head, beaded with precum, appeared and disappeared from the top of your cleavage. Fuck, it looked so good, you couldn’t help yourself from darting your tongue out to lick at his tip, causing him to moan deeply. He slowed his pace a little, letting you get your mouth around his tip each time he thrust forward. 

“God damn it baby, so fucking hot, so eager for this cock. Gonna paint that pretty face of yours with my cum, make you look like a real whore.” You moaned around his tip at his words. Suddenly, he grasped your hair with one hand and tilted your head back, no longer allowing you to get your mouth on him. The speed of his thrusts picked back up, causing your breasts to bounce and jiggle as he fucked them. 

“Come on Joel. Come all over my face, paint me in your cum.” It was your words that sent him over the edge, coming with a roar as he shot ropes of cum up and onto your face. Some of his spend fell on your lips, and you couldn’t help but lick it up, enjoying his salty taste. Even in his post-orgasmic haze, the move wasn’t lost on Joel.

“Fuck, wild thing, you’re just so hungry for that cum, aren’t ya? Bet you couldn’t wait for me to come all over you. Bet you’d walk home covered in me if I asked, like a good little slut.”

You hated to admit it, but fuck, he was right. You really would do anything he wanted you too.

“Too bad we can’t have your daddy catchin’ wind of what a whore his little girl is,” he said as he stood and walked into the bathroom, fetching a washcloth to clean you up with. You smiled as he returned and gently wiped the cum off your face.

“So,” he began, flopping back down on the couch next to you and pulling your legs over his lap, “what’d you think? Of the weed, I mean.”

“What did I think, Joel? I think it’s pretty obvious I fucking loved it. It made me want you so bad, made me so fucking sensitive.” He grinned back at you, matching the dopey smile you couldn’t seem to wipe off your face. 

“Fuck, if I’d known it would make you so insatiable, I’d have gotten you stoned ages ago.” You both laughed at that. This was nice. Relaxing with him after your passionate antics. 

“Thank you Joel, really. I feel like I’ve missed out on so much because of my dad’s stupid rules. It’s nice exploring these things with you.”

“You’re welcome baby,” he answered, reaching out a hand to stroke your hair. 

You didn’t know how long you two lingered like that, cuddled together on his couch. It could have been minutes, could have been an hour. All you knew was you never wanted it to end.

“Shit,” Joel said suddenly, breaking you from your revery. “What time is it?” You shrugged your shoulders at him, too blissed out to worry about anything as silly as the time. “Fuck, baby, it’s past 6, we missed curfew. How the hell am I gonna get you back home now?”

That roused you from your pleasurable haze. “Shit, Joel, my dad’s gonna kill me if I don’t come home.”

“I know, baby girl, but we can’t go sneaking around after curfew and risk getting you caught. FEDRA’ll string you up for that.”

You breathed deeply, trying to come up with a plan of action. “Ok. Here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna stay the night here, and in the morning I’ll tell my dad I was at a friend’s place and lost track of time. He never has to know.” Joel looked wary at your plan, but nodded his head anyways.

“Ok baby, but you better make damn sure your daddy never finds out the truth.” You sat up and looked straight into his eyes.

“Promise, he’ll never know” You leaned forward to press a quick, reassuring kiss to his lips, before getting up and strolling over to his bed. “And you’ll have me all to yourself for the whole night. Maybe this isn’t such a bad thing after all,” you said with a wicked smile gracing your face. 

Joel’s eyes darkened at that. Yeah, this would definitely be worth the chewing out you’d get from your dad about staying out past curfew. You’d make sure of that.

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Risky Business (Wild and Eager Pt. 2)

Part One here

Word Count: 3k, dbf!Joel, Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Weeks after your night of passion, you run into Joel on the streets of the QZ and decide to confront him. Will he push you away again, or will your wiles break past his defenses once more?

Content: 18+ MDNI, unsafe sex, age difference, public sex, blow job, p in v

Notes: Thank you so much for reading and for the lovely response to part one! No proofreading again, we die like extremely lazy men.

You had barely seen Joel since your nighttime tryst, not that that did anything to stop you thinking about it, replaying it in your head every night. Either the smuggling business was slow, or, more likely, he was avoiding you. Hardly a surprise, after he shut you down so thoroughly mere moments after he’d spilled himself inside of you. He’d made himself clear: never again. But you just couldn’t get him out of your head, picturing all the things you still wanted to do with him. You felt like he’d unleashed something inside you, and now you were constantly thinking about sex. Sex with Joel. Him eating you out. You sucking his cock. Him fucking you in every position imagineable... Your head was like a 24/7 dirty movie. 

The rare times you did see him, he never glanced your way and always seemed to have to leave soon after. Absence may make the heart grow fonder, but it seems to also make the head grow hornier. All you wanted was the chance to see him again, alone. 

It was weeks before you got that chance. Weeks of longing, weeks of touching yourself desperately but never coming close to the pleasure he had made you feel that night. All your attempts to catch his eye, the few times he’d visited your apartment, had come to nothing. Then, one day, out of the blue, you were walking through the streets of the QZ when you spotted him. 

He was in an alley, talking to some other man, clearly making some deal. You saw ration cards and a little baggie of white pills pass from hand to hand. You knew you couldn’t interrupt the illicit trade, so you super casually leaned against the wall around the corner from the alley, waiting for the men to part ways. Soon enough, the other man passed by you on his way out of the alley, and you slipped around the corner to go confront Joel. 

As soon as he spotted you, he turned around quickly and began walking away from you, trying to act as if he’d never noticed you. The bastard. But you weren’t going to be ignored this time. 

“JOEL MILLER!” you damn near shouted his name as you ran to catch up with him. “I know you see me walking right behind you Joel, grow a pair and talk to me!” That had him stopping in his tracks, but he still kept his back turned away from you. You walked the last few steps until you were standing right behind him. You lifted a hand and dropped it to his shoulder, squeezing gently as you repeated, “talk to me,” more calmly this time.

“I can’t.” Fuck, you’d missed the sound of his voice. 

“Why the hell not?”

“You know why, little girl.” You didn’t like him calling you that, not when it wasn’t being said in the throes of passion. “Gotta stay away from you, before...” he trailed off.

“Before what?”

“Before I get myself into some trouble I can’t get myself out of,” he said, as he finally turned around to face you. You bristled at that, already annoyed with him. But damn, he looked good. Hair a little messy, shirt a little dirty... Just the way you liked him. 

“Is that what I am, huh? Trouble?” you questioned. 

“A hundred different kinds of trouble, and I need to stay away from all of it,” he replied. Your heart was sinking already; this was not going how you wanted, not at all. You needed to get the power back in this conversation.

“But Joel... Was I really so bad?” you whispered just loud enough for him to hear, putting on your most pathetic tone. You knew you hadn’t been, he wouldn’t have come so hard if you hadn’t been at least decent in bed. You knew that the passion of that night hadn’t been one sided. You saw his eyes soften ever so slightly as he took in your words. Just like you’d hoped they would

“Baby girl, no. No.” He sighed deeply and avoided direct eye contact with you. “You were... Trust me, you weren’t bad.”

“So I was good for you then, huh?” you asked, raising your brows flirtatiously. He groaned audibly at that.

“Is that what you wanna hear, little girl? That you were good for me when I fucked you?” His tone was bordering on crazed. “Well you were, ok, now will you leave me the hell alone?!”

You jerked away from him then, hating the way he was still trying to get rid of you. 

“Well, fuck you Joel Miller. If that’s what you want so badly, fine,” you said, the hurt evident in your voice. You felt tears threatening to well up in your eyes, but willed them to stay put. You didn’t want him to see you cry, to see how much power he held over you.

He let out another deep sigh and rubbed at his eyes. He knew he’d hurt you, and he didn’t like it. Big, bad Joel Miller didn’t like hurting this girl, even after all he’d done. 

“Look, I’m sorry, but we just have to stay away from each other. You know that.” His tone had softened significantly. “You know what would happen if your dad ever found out what we did together. You’d be locked away for the rest of your days and I’d be strung up with my guts ripped out. We can’t do that again, as much as we might want to.” Had he just admitted he still wanted you, too? 

“So you do want me,” you stated, matter of fact. He sighed deeply, his hand stroking his temple in exasperation. 

“That’s beside the point.”

“No, I think that is exactly the point. You want me and I want you! That should count for something!”

“Well, kid, you can’t always get what you want!” he spat out in frustration, turning to walk away from you. Ouch, being called a “kid” hurt. 

You reached out your hand to stop him, grabbing him by the biceps. “What about what I need?” you said, putting on your best seductive voice. For a moment you both stood still, just looking at each other. You gently squeezed his upper arm, trying to tell him with your touch how badly you really did need him. You licked your lips, watching as his eyes tracked the movement of your tongue. You knew you almost had him.

“Joel, please...” you nearly whispered the words, widening your eyes as you gazed into his. You could see the resolve behind his eyes fraying like a rope, almost ready to break completely. Your eyes dropped down to his crotch, where, to your delight, you could see a slight bulge growing. Perfect.

You took your hand off his arm and dropped it down to cup his bulge, squeezing gently before letting go. “Looks like someone here agrees with me,” you said flirtatiously. He groaned, low and gutural. 

“Baby girl, you are killing me here. How’s a man supposed to control himself when a naughty little thing like you keeps throwing herself at him? So desperate and needy you can’t stop begging to have this cock again, huh?” His tone grew angrier as he spoke and he began stepping towards you, crowding your space so much you had to keep stepping back. You nodded your head vigorously. You felt your back hit the wall of the alleyway as Joel continued his approach. He finally stopped when his chest pressed against yours, your nipples hardening at the contact through your clothes. 

His hands came to rest on your waist as he said, “This what you wanted, little girl?” 

“Yes, yes, Joel, please.” Suddenly, Joel spun you around and you threw your hands up against the alley wall to steady yourself. He grabbed your hips and pulled your ass back towards his crotch, grinding the clothed hardness there against you. You squirmed in arousal, feeling the wetness pooling between your legs. 

“Feel what you do to me, baby? How hard you make me everytime I have to fucking look at you? You tryin’ to ruin me with that body of yours, wild girl?” You didn’t bother answering, lost in the feeling of him finally touching you again. “Well, I think it’s about time I taught you a lesson about messing with me.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked teasingly, glancing around to make sure the two of you were still alone in the alley. 

“Yeah, sweet thing, gonna teach you a lesson with this dick,” Joel said, as he reached around to unbutton your jeans. “Gotta be quick though, no way of knowing how long we’ll be alone here.” He proceeded to unzip your pants and pull them down far enough that he could spread your legs. As you gasped at your ass and thighs being exposed to the chilly air, you heard the sounds of him undoing his own pants. He pulled your panties to the side and suddenly you felt the head of his cock rubbing around your entrance, gathering the copious moisture there. “Damn, look at you, barely touched you and you’re already drenched for me. It’s pathetic, really.” 

“Can’t help it Joel, my pussy’s always like this when you’re around.” He huffed out a breath, and then he was pushing into you in one hard thrust. You winced a little at the stretch of taking him with so little preparation, but you didn’t mind the pain. Not when it meant he was inside you again. 

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re so god-damned tight,” he hissed. Then he began to move, immediately setting a fast, hard pace. With every thrust, you pushed yourself back on him to get him as deep as possible. You wanted his dick to consume you.

“Joel, oh god, yes, yes.” Your moans were growing so loud that Joel removed one hand from your hips and clapped it over your mouth. 

“Can’t let you go and get us caught, now can I?” Your moans now muffled, Joel’s pace ramped up even more, causing your breasts to bounce with each thrust he made into your body. Silenced and trapped against a wall, all you could do was go along for the ride. Your hands ached where they pressed into the rough brick of the wall. 

As Joel continued to pump into you, you could already feel your climax rising to the surface. Joel leaned forward so he could kiss your neck, a surprisingly gentle gesture given the punishing pace of his hips. 

But then, to your dismay, he paused his ministrations and glanced down at your underwear-covered ass. All he could think about was how much he wanted to see your luscious ass in the flesh. He took both hands off you and began to tear at your panties, ripping them in half with his brute strength. Joel paused his thrusts only long enough to pull your panties out from under you, taking a moment to inspect them. “Was my pretty baby really this wet for me? These are fucking soaked, you should be embarassed. So fucking needy.” Joel held up your drenched panties as he spoke, his hard cock still pulsing inside of you. He proceeded to tuck your underwear into his back pocket and resume fucking you at a brutal pace, one hand back on your hips and the other fisting tightly in your hair. 

You were so fucking close. You knew you could break at any moment, as every thrust of Joel’s cock dragged his swollen tip against the most delicious spot inside you. 

He leaned forward, bringing his mouth to your earlobe and nibbling lightly before whispering in your ear, “You’re my wet little slut, letting me fuck you in an alley where we could get caught any second. You’re just so fucking needy, you’ll take it wherever and whenever I want.”

Your cheeks flushed in shame at being called out for your, frankly, pathetic behavior, but your cunt tightened around him at his condescending tone. “Come for me, slut, let go,” he growled right into your ear. 

And come you did. Between the illicit thrill of the public setting and the perfect dick pounding into your dripping cunt, you came harder than you ever had before, body going rigid and convulsing lightly as your world shattered into a million pieces. His thrusts slowed as you came down from your high, and then he was pulling out of you, turning you around to face him.

“Can’t afford to come in that wet little snatch of yours again, now can I?” he said almost regretfully. “Can’t go putting a baby in my best friend’s daughter.” He pulled your pants back up and his hands came to your shoulders, suddenly forcing you down to your knees. “So you’ll have to finish me off with the hot mouth of yours,” Joel said, grinning wickedly. Your knees stung as they hit the gravel. 

You’d never sucked a cock before. Never had one this close to your face, hard and ready for your inspection. It really was beautiful, precum flowing freely from the slightly flared tip, his shaft thick and veined. You didn’t know what the hell you were doing, but you knew you wanted to take him in your mouth. You bent forward and experimentally licked at his tip, tasting the deposit of salty fluid you found there. Taking the head into your mouth, you suckled at it gently, causing Joel to release a low groan. You continued your exploration of his swollen member by licking him from base to tip, wetting him with your saliva. Then you dove in, taking him as far into your mouth as you could, fisting the rest of his length with your hand. You bobbed your head back and forth, sealing your lips tight around his cock.

“Fucking perfect little thing, so eager to suck me off,” Joel said, moaning as you continued to drag your mouth back and forth. You felt so powerful, knowing you could bring such a hard man so much pleasure. Joel wove a hand into your hair and fisted it tightly, holding your head in place as you acquiesced to his control. He drove his cock to the back of your mouth, paused, and then continued to push himself into your throat, causing you to sputter and choke, but you wanted so badly to please him that you tried your best to relax and let him in. Joel held you in place for a moment before pulling back out and thrusting back in roughly, holding your head in place as he began to fuck your mouth. Tears sprung at the corner of your eyes from the strain, and saliva began to drip down your chin. 

You could feel his thrusts becoming more erratic, and, wanting to push him over the edge into oblivion, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him in as he thrust. At that, he came with a strangled grunt, shooting his hot seed into the back of your throat. You couldn’t swallow it all fast enough, and some of his spend leaked out of your mouth onto your chin. As he pulled his softening dick out of your mouth, you looked up at him as you swiped your finger through the stray cum and brought it to your mouth, sucking it clean.

“Jesus christ woman, what are you trying to do to me?” Joel asked as he watched you lick up his cum like it was the sweetest of desserts. You rose to your feet, knees aching and dusty from kneeling in the gravel of the alley floor. Joel tucked himself back into his pants and refastened them. You did the same with your pants, noting the uncomfortable scrape of the denim against your oversensitized, bare cunt. 

What happened next was unexpected. You thought for sure Joel would try and distance himself from you again, now that he’d gotten his fill of you. But instead, Joel drew you in towards him with one hand on your waist and the other cradling your neck. He brought his lips to yours in a sloppy, totally spent kiss. Breaking away, Joel said, “such a needy girl, just couldn’t leave me alone, now could you?” You shook your head no, hoping he wouldn’t push you away again. “Guess I couldn’t stay away from you either... But if we’re going to do this we gotta set some ground rules.” You looked at him expectantly. 

“First, no more fucking when your dad is around, that’s just asking for trouble. Second, not a word of this to anyone. You know I like my innards where they are, so we can’t have word getting back to your dad about what a little slut his daughter is for me.” He caressed your jaw, tilting your head up so his eyes were looking right at yours. “And finally, you do what I say, when I say it, no questions asked. No more of this bratty behavior to get my attention. You’ve got it now, but we have to be careful. Understood?”

“Understood,” you said with a smirk, already thinking of all the ways you could bend and break his little rules.

“Now, it’s getting late, we better get your ass home before curfew. Come on, I’ll walk you.”

You tried linking your arm with Joel’s as you set off towards your apartment, but he shrugged you off. “Not where people can see, sorry darlin’.” You huffed at his reproach, but you kept your hands to yourself, knowing there would be plenty of opportunities to break Joel’s little rules later. 

You walked home with a smile plastered across your face that you couldn’t seem to shake, thrilled that Joel had finally accepted the connection the two of you had. 

He left you at your doorstep, not wanting to run into your father and have to explain why the two of you were out together, so close to curfew. As he turned to leave without so much as a goodbye, you grasped his hand, squeezed it briefly, and then let it go again. Joel glanced back at you with a stern expression, but only shook his head at the brilliant smile on your face before turning back again and walking away.

______________________________________________________________ Joel rushed to get home before curfew, but the whole time he couldn’t stop thinking back to how you’d taken everything he threw at you, how you’d sucked him off like a hungry child at its mother’s breast. Man, he was fucked. There was no way he’d be able to stay away from you now, not knowing how it felt to be inside your cunt, your mouth. As he entered his apartment and slumped against the closed door, he ran his hand down his face in exasperation before remembering his little trophy. He pulled your torn panties out from his back pocket and examined them. He was going straight to hell, sending you home to your dad without panties on. He grinned wickedly at the thought.

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This is an AMAZING first fic!!!!! SO hot. Joel Miller is an absolute menace and I love it!!!! Can't wait to read more from you!!!

Thank you so much, for real 🥹 A part two is already underway! Can’t get enough of my man Joel!

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Wild and Eager

4.7k of dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader. 18+

Summary: You’ve had a thing for your dad’s smuggling partner for years, despite (or maybe because of) his fearsome reputation. A deal gone wrong strands Joel at your apartment after curfew. Will this finally give you a chance to push the boundaries with your dad’s closest friend?

Set pre-show/game in the Boston QZ, Tess doesn’t exist, sorry Tess I love you. 

Content: 18+, unsafe sex, too many pet names, age difference

Notes: This is my first real go at fanfic, so be gentle with me! I also can’t be arsed to proofread, so sorry if there’s any mistakes.

Fucked. That’s what you were. Totally, irredeemably fucked. Why? Well, it’s all because of Joel Miller. Your dad’s favorite “business associate” (read: smuggling partner) and the most devastatingly sexy guy you’ve ever laid eyes on. He and your dad have similarly unsavory pasts, so when Joel first arrived at the Boston QZ he fit right in with him and his smuggler buddies. Most of the other guys your dad works with always give you the creeps, but not Joel, with his unruly, dark curls and surprisingly soft, brown eyes. No, Joel did not give you the creeps, despite what little you knew of his tumultuous past. As far as you’d gathered, he’d survived as a raider, killing indiscriminately and taking whatever he needed. Your dad had tried to shelter you from the worst of his own misdeeds, but you knew the truth. Your dad and his cohort were all the same, all comfortable taking any life that got in their way. 

That’s why you typically kept your distance from anyone who worked with your dad, a distance your father was only too happy to enforce, always wanting to protect you. But, as soon as Joel came into the picture, you couldn’t help yourself. Suddenly, you’d linger outside closed doors when they were having important “business meetings,” hoping to catch the sound of Joel’s deep voice. He seemed to be a man of few words, but when he did speak, no one else dared interrupt or challenge him. You lived for those moments, when the whole room went quiet and you could take in the sound of him. When your dad and his buddies would hang out in the kitchen afterwards, drinking home-brewed beer and sharing stories of past triumphs, you found reasons to join them. Of course, your dad never liked you hanging around these men, and usually he ushered you out as soon as you’d gotten the glass of water you didn’t really need or the canned food you weren’t actually hungry for.

And so it went. Anytime Joel was over at your shitty QZ apartment, your world suddenly revolved around him. Catching glimpses of him, listening to him talk, finding any reason you could to be near him just for a little while. As far as you could tell, your infatuation wasn’t returned. Joel rarely spoke directly to you or even acknowledged your existence. Whenever you tried to catch his eye, he always found something else to look at. You figured he probably didn’t think twice about his partner’s young, sheltered daughter. 

So there you were. Totally infatuated and totally fucked. 

All that changed one night, when your dad and Joel burst into the apartment mere minutes before curfew. They both looked like they’d been through some serious shit, their clothes torn and their skin bruised. 

“What the hell happened to you two?” you asked.

“Deal went bad, don’t worry about it honey.” Your dad’s shutdown was as swift and final as always, and you knew you wouldn’t get anymore details from him about what really went down.

Your dad turned to Joel and clapped him on the back, thanking him for presumably saving his ass.

“Joel, it’s past curfew and with our luck today, I think trying to sneak past FEDRA maybe isn’t the smartest move. You can crash on our couch tonight,” your dad offered.

It was like a dream come true! Joel fucking Miller, in your apartment for a whole night. You felt giddy.

Your dad and Joel took turns cleaning themselves up in your single, cramped bathroom, before you all sat down to eat. Rations distribution hadn’t been kind that week, so all you had were a can each of baked beans and sliced peaches. Hardly a culinary match made in heaven, but it was all you had. The three of you ate in silence, all too preoccupied to hold a conversation. The two of them were likely thinking of their deal gone wrong, but you had other things on your mind. Well, other thing. All you could think of was Joel. How close he was sitting next to you at the small, round kitchen table, his knees nearly bumping yours. How he commanded the room with his presence even while not saying a thing. How he was covered in bruises and had a small cut on his left cheek, wounds you wanted so desperately to soothe. How he smelled, like leather and sweat and smoke. You wanted to bottle that smell and spray it on your pillow every night.

After you all finished eating, your father announced he was turning in early after his rough day and went to his bedroom. That left you and Joel alone. You’d never been alone with him before, and it practically made you gasp. You stood awkwardly from your seat at the table and then, feeling bold, brushed your hand over Joel’s shoulders as you passed him. A quick touch, easily dismissed as accidental, and yet, Joel’s hand immediately shot up and grabbed you roughly by the wrist. For a second, you both just stared at each other, the most eye contact you two had ever made. You felt a throbbing between your legs, induced purely by this one act. 

But, then Joel moved your hand off his shoulder and dropped it at your side. The loss of contact made you want to cry. You’d been too forward, touching him without preamble or permission, and now you’d gone and made it awkward for the both of you. You practically ran out of the kitchen to your room, where you grabbed an extra pillow and a spare blanket for Joel to use. 

“Here, you can use these, hopefully the couch isn’t too uncomfortable for you,” you said as you laid everything out on the couch. He grunted in what you assumed was thanks, and you turned around and went back to your room to get ready for bed. You didn’t know what was going on with you tonight, but even after the complete failure of the shoulder graze, you still felt driven to take advantage of this rare time alone with Joel. So, rather than dressing in your usual, frumpy flannel pajamas, you put on a baggy t-shirt and your sexiest pair of underwear. They were just plain black, but sexy was a relative term when you’re trying to find underwear in the apocalypse. You took a check look in the mirror, noting how the shirt was just a little bit too short to cover your whole ass cheeks. Perfect. 

You left your room and headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth, making sure to saunter right past where Joel was now sitting quietly on the couch. After you were finished, you asked him if he needed anything else before you went to bed.

For a long time he didn’t say a word, and you were about to turn on your heel and go right to bed, accepting that your meager attempt at seduction hadn’t done the job, when he finally spoke.

“I can’t have what I really need.”

Well, that stopped you in your tracks. What the hell did that mean? When he didn’t say anything more, you gathered your courage and asked, “and what is it that you really need?”

Joel stood, took one glance at your dad’s closed bedroom door, and walked over to you, stalking like a big cat hunting its prey. He crowded your space and then some, forcing you to step back until you felt your back hit the wall. You’d never been this close to him. His scent nearly overwhelmed you, and your breaths were coming in quick, sharp gasps. 

“What do I need? I need for my partner’s daughter to stop staring at me all the time.” Your heart fell. “I need her to stop trying to touch me. I need her to stop walking around in nothing but her panties like a slut.” At that, you gasped. 

“But most of all, I need this girl, but I can’t have her” he said, stepping closer, so close that your chest was touching his. Your heart stopped. Surely he wasn’t really saying he needed you, that was ridiculous. But the hard press of his erection against your lower stomach told a different story. 

You stayed that way for a while, chests rising and falling as you both breathed each other in. Finally you gathered enough courage to respond, “why can’t you have her? She’s right here for the taking.” He released a rough groan. 

“You know why baby girl. Can’t be messing around with my partner’s innocent little daughter.”

“One second I’m a slut, now I’m innocent, make up your mind.”

“You’re an innocent, acting like a slut to try and get what you want.”

“What we both want,” you argued. 

“Your dad would kill me. Rip my guts out and string them up as decoration.”

“So, you’re scared?” At that he growled. Good, you were getting him riled up, just like you wanted.

“Baby, I’m not scared of anyone, including your old man. I just can’t go messing up my business for a quick lay.” 

“Oh, so it’d be quick? How disappointing.” Another growl left his lips. He raised his arms, putting his hands on the wall on either side of your trembling body. 

“You better stop teasing me little girl”

“Or what, you’ll punish me?” This was going better than you could have dreamed. 

And then he slapped you. Right across the cheek, which now burned in his wake. As you recovered from the shock of it, you noticed Joel staring at your father’s door, as if he could will him to sleep through the noise. When no light turned on, no door opened, you could see him breathe a sigh of relief before turning his gaze back to you.

“See what you made me do? Almost made me wake your dad and have him catch us like this. Doubt I’d get a word out before he ripped me off you.” You didn’t disagree, your dad was exactly that protective. 

“Go to bed, baby girl,” he said, almost softly. But you shook your head at him.

“What about what I need?” You’re all I can think about some days, Joel.” You figured it was time to lay it all on the line. “I ache for you. Want you so bad it drives me crazy.”

He groaned audibly, before tipping his head down and resting his forehead against yours.

“You’re really that obsessed with me, huh?” His tone is bordering on mocking. But you had no more shame, nodding your head in affirmation immediately. “Bet you’re up late every night, stuffing those pretty little fingers into your cunt, wishing they were mine. Wishing they were my cock.” You nodded again, blushing.

“Want you so bad, ever since the first time I saw you,” you said breathily. You could see him raise his brows. You were barely 18 when he first came to the QZ.

“Naughty little girl, lusting after your dad’s friend for so long. Tell me, sweet thing, are you a virgin? Have you been saving yourself for this dick?”

You hadn’t. You’d had a one night stand with a childhood friend from just before the outbreak, who you happened to cross paths with after the world had already ended and you’d both grown into curious teens. You both seized the rare chance at some intimacy in this messed up world. But, would Joel be mad?

“No... I did it once, with a friend. I’m sorry Joel.” Your words were almost whispered, treading lightly with this beast of a man.

But his face softened a little at the sound of his name on your lips, and Joel brought his hand to your cheek almost gently. 

“No, pretty girl, don’t apologize. I’m not mad. Just means I gotta work a little harder to make sure you forget him,” he said with a smirk. You thought it wouldn’t actually take very much work for you to forget your single stumbling night in the dark... Not when Joel was like this, so hungry, so possessive. It made your core ache with need to see him so unleashed. He hadn’t even kissed you yet and he already had you panting with his words alone. “I like it when you say my name,” he whispered directly into your ear. His intentions of restraint were nearly forgotten in the depths of his need for you. 

“Joel. Can you kiss me already?” 

“I make the demands here, not you, baby girl. Don’t make me punish you, we can’t afford to wake your dad now, can we?” he said, throwing a glance at the still closed bedroom door. You nodded your head no. “Gotta have some privacy to do that,” he said with a wicked grin. You dearly hoped he’d let you find out what kind of punishment he had in mind for you. As much as you wanted to push his buttons, this really wasn’t the time for that kind of fun, so you resolved to let him lead. 

“I’m sorry Joel. I’ve just spent so long waiting for this.”

“I know, I know.” His hands landed on your hips and skimmed their way up your sides. You shivered at the gentle touch from such a rough man. His hands fell back to your hips and suddenly he was gripping you tightly, so tight you thought you might find bruises the next day. It was only a fraction of his true strength, you knew, and the thought of that made you so wet. Between his dirty words and his captivating hands, you knew you had likely soaked your underwear. 

And then, finally, finally, he was kissing you. His lips came down on yours with a bruising intensity, as he brought one hand up to cup the back of your neck. You released a moan at finally getting what you wanted, no, needed, so badly. Joel fucking Miller was kissing you. And he was kissing you well, slipping his tongue between your lips and tangling it with yours. You felt emboldened enough to slip your hands around his waist, sliding one down to grab at his ass. He grunted in surprised approval. 

Suddenly, he pulled his lips from yours and grabbed you by the shoulders, guiding you towards the couch. He sat down and gestured for you to climb into his lap, and like a good girl you proceeded to straddle him. You could feel his hardness pressed right against your core and you were dying for more. No one had ever made you feel like this. You ground your hips down into his, drawing moans from you both. One of Joel’s hands on your hip guides you to press even harder into him, while the other reaches up to toy with your breast. He cups his hand around it and squeezes gently, before bringing two fingers to pinch at your nipple through your shirt. You gasp in pleasure at the slight pain.

Feeling wild and eager to please, you brought your own hands down to the hem of your shirt, knocking his hands aside so you could pull it off over your head. You knew it was a stupid risk, that your dad could wake up and come outside at any moment, catching you straddling his best friend in nothing but your panties. You almost thought Joel would chastise you for taking the lead again, but he was too busy staring at the bounty of your tits revealed right in front of his face. That look alone made it worth the risk of getting caught.

He nuzzled his face between your breasts, inhaling deeply through his nose. You gazed down at him in awe, still half unbelieving that this was really happening. He turned his head from side to side, his nose and lips touching each breast in turn, a sort of gentle motorboat. He seemed to luxuriate in the scent and feel of you, finally getting to revel in this forbidden fruit. He’d noticed you right away when he first came to the QZ, the shy but mischievous daughter of his new smuggling partner. Noticed you, and promptly filed you away in his mind as “untouchable.” 

Well, he was certainly touching you now. His hands roamed across your back and then down to grip your ass, while his mouth began leaving open mouthed kisses on your sternum. 

He pulled away just long enough to say, “Lemme see how bad you need me, pretty girl,” and then his lips were at your nipple and his fingers fell to the top of your panties. Sucking and biting at your sensitive nub, he simultaneously slipped his hand into the waistband of your underwear and down to your dripping pussy. He gathered the moisture there with his fingers, before taking them out and bringing them to his mouth. He slipped two fingers into his mouth and tasted your essence, his gaze never leaving yours. 

“Fuck, you taste so damned sweet. If we had the time and the privacy, I’d lay you down and eat you out like a feast, really make ya scream.”

“Joel, please,” you begged breathlessly. “I need you so bad.”

“Aw, does my sweet baby girl need her cunt stuffed full of my dick? Is she really just a cock hungry little whore?” 

Your already inflamed cheeks flushed even redder at his words, but you nodded your head, too far gone to care about anything as silly as dignity. You had wanted this man for years and now finally you were going to fuck him. Who needs dignity when you’ve got dreams coming true right in front of you? 

“Get up, darlin’, and take off those panties for me”

You practically leaped off his lap with eagerness and immediately slipped off your panties. You dangled them loosely from one hand, putting the other on your hip as you watched Joel take his time. He leisurely unbuckled his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, slipping them down low just low enough to allow him to free himself from his briefs. Your mouth hangs open at the sight of him, long and impressively thick, with a pronounced head even wider than the shaft, a slick of precum already trickling out. You were by no means an expert, but you pretty much thought Joel Miller’s dick was fucking perfect. You were so busy staring, you barely noticed when Joel reached forward and snatched your panties right out of your hand, before bringing them up to his nose and inhaling deeply. He groaned at the scent of you and then dropped your panties to the couch in favor of grabbing you by the hips and bringing you back down to straddle him, skin to skin. 

You could feel the hard length of him nestled right against your pussy, lightly nudging your clit in a way that made you want to fall apart for him already. You rose up to allow him access to your entrance, but Joel quickly pulled you back down, muttering, “Not yet, baby girl, gotta get you ready for me first.”

“I’m ready now, Joel, please,” you whined. But he just gave you a dismissing look and directed your hips back far enough to give him access to your dripping cunt. Without preamble he inserted one finger deep inside you, making you moan. “More, I need more Joel.” Not one to disappoint, he added another finger, pumping both in and out of you at a steady pace, curling them towards your g-spot. Your head fell to his shoulder as you writhed in pleasure, and Joel’s lips found your neck, suckling lightly. “No marks, Joel, my dad’ll see,” you managed to get out while his fingers continued driving you towards oblivion. 

“Gotta mark what’s mine, baby. But fine, I’ll just have to mark you somewhere a little more private.” With that, his lips made their way to the underside of one of your breasts, sucking harder and nibbling lightly with his teeth. “I’m the only one who gets to see you here, got it? You’re mine now.” You nodded fervently, tipping your head back to look him in the eye once more. “My best friend’s daughter, all mine, practically begging for my cock.”

“Give it to me Joel, I’m ready, I need it.” His fingers pumped more furiously in and out of you.

“Fuck, baby, is that right? You ready for me?”

“Yes, yes, god, please!” you begged, louder than you should have given your dad was sleeping only a door away. 

Suddenly he was wrapping his arms around you and flipping you over, crushing you into the couch cushions with the weight of his body. Then he sat back, admiration in his eyes as he gazed down at you. He fisted his dick with one hand and began to rub the head up and down your wet slit. Everytime he grazed your clit, your entire body seemed to jolt with pleasure. 

“Joel, I swear to god if you don’t put it in right now I’m going to tell dad you were fucking with his little girl.” You’d had enough of his teasing.

“What did I say about giving me orders? Naughty little thing, I really will have to punish you next time.”

“Next time? How’s about you get the first time going before you start worrying about that,” you let out with a giggle. 

“Fine, little minx, I’ll give you what you need so badly.” And then he was notching himself at your entrance before pushing in completely in a single, rough thrust. You felt so utterly full. 

“Fuck, Joel, your cock is so good...” You were babbling nearly incoherently by then. When he began thrusting in long, deep strokes, you could feel the head of his cock drag across the most delicious spot inside of you, over and over. You could feel yourself building towards climax already. 

“Tell me, did that boy make you come?” Joel asked as if he already knew the answer.

“No, no, I’ll only come for you Joel, it’s always been you.”

Joel picked up the pace, slamming into you rough and fast with every thrust of his hips. The sound of skin slapping together filled the room, all worries about waking your sleeping father forgotten. Still inside you, Joel sat back on his knees and reached his hands around to cup your ass, lifting it into the air so he could piston his hips into yours even faster. 

“This ass is all mine, pretty girl,” he said as he kneaded your cheeks with his hands. “Wanna see my girl come for me, but only when I say so.” He took one hand off your ass in favor of stroking his fingers across your clit, rubbing little circles. You could feel your peak approaching, but held yourself back from falling over the edge. You wanted to be good for him.

“Joel, please, I’m so close.” Your words came out in a soft whimper.

“Alright baby girl, come all over this cock.” His words were all you needed, and suddenly you were freefalling into an ocean of pure pleasure. This put any climax you’d ever given yourself to shame. Joel just kept fucking you through it, still stroking your clit as you fell apart around him. 

You came back to yourself slowly while Joel continued to hold you up and fuck you like a rag doll. You could tell he was no longer concerned with your pleasure, fucking you just like he wanted regardless of your oversensitized pussy. It turned you on, to see him so lost to his own desires; a predator gone feral. 

“Come inside me, please Joel I need you to fill me up.” You weren’t quite sure where that reckless desire came from. You knew you’d regret it in the morning, but at that moment you were too lost to pleasure to care. 

“Fuck, filthy girl, you know I shouldn’t.” But you couldn’t stop begging for it, desperate to feel the hot rush of his seed spilling inside you. “Just this once, wild girl,” he grunted out. He couldn’t deny the thought of coming deep inside you turned him on to no end. 

His thrusts began to lose their consistent rhythm, though they remained rough and deep. With a last guttural moan, he thrust in once, twice, three more times and then you could feel the warm rush of his cum inside of you. It felt so right, even though it was a stupid risk, even though it was your dad’s off-limits friend. 

Joel shuddered one last time before letting go of you, your ass hitting the couch as his softening cock slipped out of you. He gazed down at your used pussy, a devilish grin crossing his face as he watched a trickle of his cum leak out of you. Not wanting any to go to waste, you brought your hand down to your cunt and swiped through the mess you found there. After scooping up some cum, you brought your fingers up to your mouth and licked them clean, making a show of it. 

“Fuck me, you perfect, naughty little thing,” Joel muttered almost to himself. As you both came down from the high of your lovemaking, you remembered where you were and both glanced in panic at your dad’s bedroom door. Thankfully, there were no signs of his waking, and you silently thanked the universe that he was such a heavy sleeper. Joel tucked his cock back into his briefs, pulling his jeans back up around his hips.

As you both sat side by side on the couch, Joel rested his head in his hands and whispered, “Fuck, we should not have done that.” That had your head snapping up instantly. He regretted the best sexual experience of your life?

“What happened to there being a next time?” you said timidly, trying to hold in your emotions which would surely only scare him away. But you felt like he was ripping your heart out of your chest. 

“That was just dirty talk, darlin’, you’ve gotta forget about this. This, us, can’t happen again.”

“Why not?” You could hear the desperation creeping into your voice but were powerless to hold it in. 

“You know why baby girl, can’t go fucking my partner’s innocent little daughter, let alone knocking her up.” You knew you were stupid for thinking it, but you’d really hoped he might see you as something more than just his friend’s daughter. But there it was. All you were to him was a quick forbidden fuck, never to be revisited. 

“Fine,” you said, glancing down at your still naked body. Suddenly you were cold, the Boston chill seeping back into your bones. You picked your shirt up off the floor and tugged it over your head before standing and searching the couch for your panties. “Where the fuck did my underwear go? The least you can do is help me look for them. If dad finds them he’ll have some fucking questions.” But Joel just shrugged his shoulders, glancing around half-heartedly.

You knew you were about 5 seconds from breaking down and you didn’t want him to see you cry, so you gave up looking for your underwear and stormed off to your bedroom, shutting the door and climbing into bed. As hot tears began to flow from your eyes, you realized you could still feel his cum dripping out of you.

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Back in the living room, Joel still sat on the couch, thinking about what the fuck he’s just done. He fucked his best friend’s little girl. Fucked her hard. Came inside of her. And fucking loved every forbidden second of it. Jesus christ he was so fucked. Despite his harsh dismissal of you, his own resolve was crumbling as fast as it had when he’d seen you in nothing but that shirt and those panties. Those panties that he now slipped out of his pocket and brought to his nose once more, inhaling your musk. 

Yeah, he was fucked.