IS SUNDAE AND MOONPIE OKAY??

IS SUNDAE AND MOONPIE OKAY??

Everyday I become a little more blessed with beautifully written smut

biéten

(Joel Miller x F!reader)

Read part I here

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Summary: Now that you have his baby in you, you’re Joel’s most special girl. 

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Content Warnings: pregnant sex; vaginal fingering; very brief ass play; oral sex (m! and f! receiving); face sitting; dirty talk; praise kink, daddy kink, DDlg dynamics; ridiculous amount of pet name use (not sorry)

A/N: Had to wait until it was dark outside to post this obscene shit.

Word Count: 3.2k

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You stare up at the sky, the azure so pure and vibrant it stings your sensitive eyes, makes them go hazy and unfocused. Every single part of you is sensitive right now. Huge and uncomfortable and hot everywhere. Your skin feels stretched to the point of bursting, the membrane so thin it seems as though at any moment you’ll split down the middle. Let the world see the inside of you, like an overripe fruit cleaved down its center. 

And your cunt, so sensitive – swollen and dripping at all hours of the day now. Never satisfied, always hungry. You can’t touch yourself anymore, for everything was uncomfortable and pulsing and hot, and the only thing that seemed to satisfy was him.  You needed him. Nothing else would do. But he’d been gone for so long. Out working in the field all day, tending to the sheep, leaving you here alone to miss him. You’d come outside to find a place you fit, the inside of the farmhouse too seemingly confined to hold all you’d become now. You needed a spot to make yourself comfortable. Spread out on the soft blanket you’d dragged out, the tiny pearl buttons of your loose dress open just over your swollen belly to let the warm sun seep into the skin, soothe the restless child within. Nothing calmed them either, nothing but the nearness of their father. The two of you were very alike these days, so it seemed, mother and child, always in need of him.

You close your eyes now, let the sound of the outdoors lull you. Relief is nowhere to be found, and the brightness of the sun makes shapes dance behind your closed lids. The warmth seeping through the thin membrane, into your eyeballs. You wonder what the sex will be. You’re desperate to know, desperate for them to arrive. Joel says he knows – that he saw it in a dream. But he won’t tell you, says it’s their secret, their first secret. That you’ll find out once they’re here. Being left out makes you interminably cross. 

“Here you are,” his voice comes then. You’re sure the breeze has carried him to you with the intensity of your yearning. You sigh, smile at him, still without opening your eyes. 

Finally.

He comes closer, his tall frame casting your face in his shadow. “Come inside, little one. I’ll run you a cool bath.”

“I can’t,” you pout, “Don’t fit.” He kneels beside you, clicks his tongue in what you know is a surrender of mock sympathy. “I’m huge and uncomfortable and itchy and hot.” You’re sure you could cry now on command if prompted to. 

“My poor girl. Come inside. A bath’ll make you feel better,” he coaxes. 

“No, no– I can’t breathe in there, I don’t fit, I have to be out here.” You stretch your arms high over your head, arching, presenting your full breasts and belly to him. You can feel the desire in it like a brand upon your skin. 

“Need to feel the wind and the sun?” he coos, and you nod your head at him, you’ve still not opened your eyes, enjoying the sound of his voice. The deep timber of it like vibrations stroking the smoldering heat between your thighs. You press them together and he gives a small hum of notice, silently saying: ah, so that’s it, that’s what you really need. 

“What else do you need, my sweet girl?”

“Just you, daddy,” and you open your eyes now, his face is held right above yours, thick arms propped up around your head, caging you in. 

“Hmm, let me see.” He moves between your legs, opens them to fit himself within their spread, and you see heat flare in his eyes at finding you bare beneath the soft blue cotton of your dress. “No panties?” 

You shake your head, “Mm-mm.”

He brushes the back of his knuckles over your puffy, wet lips, “Oh baby – look at this, so messy,” he tuts, “What were you thinkin’ about?”

“You, daddy,” your voice is breathy, whiny. “Will you kiss it better? It hurts,” you draw the vowel out into a pout, try and inflect all your needy desperation into the words, spread your legs wider for him. You feel on the verge of tears. 

“No, don’t cry. It’s okay, I’ll take care of you–” You let your eyes flutter closed again, let the comfort of his voice and his touch seep into your bones. That soft, gentle knuckle still passing soothingly over the swollen mess between your legs, not yet going inside to where it aches the most. 

“So soft, so sensitive… I know, I know,” he says at your mewling, “I’m gonna be so, so gentle with this soft cunt, don’t worry. I’m here now.” He dips his fingers into your slit, his knuckle brushing feather light on your clit, and you jolt back, so sensitive. He draws back, still connected by a thin gleaming string of your arousal. “Look at her drool, what a desperate little cunt you have.” You shift your hips side to side, try and tempt him to touch you again. “I gotta make you come, baby. No – no tears, it’s okay, don’t worry. It’ll make you feel better.” He starts a slow circular pattern over your clit, round and round. 

“More, daddy, please–” you beg. Your eyes are wet, the threat of tears ready to spill, and you’d feel ridiculous if you weren’t so wholly overwhelmed, so sensitive, needing him so much

. 

“We have to go slow, my love. Gotta be gentle. You’re so sensitive here.” He pets at your clit more fully now, the rough callus of his thumb catching on the tender skin so that you’re arching your back, a high keen crawling up your throat. “Oh, that’s it – I know–” He moves to cup you then, the entire span of your mound held in the large palm of his hand. His middle finger reaching all the way to the little furl of muscle furthest back. “You want me here too, sweetheart? What if I fuck you here right now? Would that help?”

“Oh, please, please–”

“No,” he clicks his tongue, “No, I don’t think so. I think you need me in your soft pussy more, don’t you?” His thumb presses over the opening of your cunt, the gentlest of pressures, just letting you feel the promise of him there, and back up to your clit again – another swirl. He gives you a single finger then, and you moan low and wanton, canting your hips to let him in deeper. Your insides feel so swollen, so sensitive, like nothing you’d ever felt before he’d gotten you pregnant, entirely overwhelmed by his presence inside you at all times. “That’s it, just like that, hmm?”

“More, Joel– please, more–”

“You need more, little one?” You nod your head in tandem with the roll of your hips, staring up at him wide eyed. You’ll never tire of looking at him, the mess of silver streaked curls, the tiny lines surrounding his eyes, all attributed to all the smiles you can coax out of him now. No more stress, no more anxiety or fear. He’s so beautiful. He gives you another finger, curls them within you to hook onto that ultra sensitive spongy patch within you. “Oh, God–” your eyes roll to the back of your head, your fingers clutched into the front of his sweaty shirt, pulling his chest closer to hover over your spread form. 

“That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers, good girl–” The wet slide of them passing in and out of your sensitive channel, the stretch of them, not as significant as his thick cock, but still so good, still so filling. Oh, this was what you needed, yes, yes, yes. 

He’s hunched over you, holding himself up with one thick arm, his tricep bulging obscenely, the sight making you clench down harder on his fingers. You turn your head to press a kiss to the wrist beside your head. He’s so hot, and he’s only yours, and that the thought alone, of him belonging only to you is enough to make you come. Your cunt starts to flutter and pulse, the roll of your hips and the hungry wet sucking pulling his fingers in deeper. You moan, open mouthed and he bends to lick into you. “Fucking come for me, wanna feel it.” And you do, his own little marionette on a string like always, his little doll, his to do with as he pleases, to fuck and fill and plant a baby in. You come just at his command. Your cunt pulls tight, almost painfully, the center of your pleasure furling in a tight knot only to let loose, expand all throughout the muscles of your body in a rushing tingle. He moans deep in his chest in response to the clutch of your inner muscles, the gush of wetness that leaks out onto his waiting palm. “That’s it, yes– what a good girl you are for me.” His fingers gentle, letting your orgasm coast along in cajoling waves. All the hair on your body stands on end, a jittering shiver passing through you. Too sensitive, you’re too sensitive. He pulls his fingers from your sucking heat and slurps the digits into his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. He licks the center of his palm, lapping up all of your slick. “Taste so good, baby.” 

“Thank you, daddy,” you sigh. Immediately sleepy and lethargic with the warm sun and the echoing throbs of your orgasm lulling you into drowsiness. 

He plucks a flower from the ground beside the blanket's edge and slips it into your hair beside your ear. “You’re welcome, little one.”

-

He’s asleep in your bed, lying on his back, one thick arm thrown over his head, his hand closed into a fist so that the muscle of his bicep bulges. The other lays on the softly rising plane of his chest. You drag your finger whisper soft over the spidering of veins at his wrist, down the line of his forearm, the ball of his bicep, the strength there makes your cunt clench – hungry, wet again already. You want his cock now. Down, down his chest, through the smattering of hair there, lower, through the hair around his navel. He’s gotten a little softer around the middle since your pregnancy. He calls it sympathy weight. You call it safety.

No more necessity for hours and hours of interminable shifts in the QZ, doing the worst jobs a man could do. Now he was happy, safe and comfortable. He took care of you and the farm and the dog (you’d found him wandering the woods one afternoon. Joel said he was more wolf than house dog. You thought he was very puppy-like). He could relax now.

Your finger continues its slow path down to the edge of the sheet lying over his hips, hiding your favorite part of him. You snake the sheet down, off his naked hips and your mouth waters at the sight. His soft, thick cock, laying heavy on the swell of his belly. The tip is flushed and wide, a thick vein runs the length of it and you can see the tiny subtle pulse of it that echoes each beat of his heart. You bend to press the softest, gentlest kiss you possibly can to that pulse. Then the flat of your tongue dragging from the heavy sack of his balls, up, up to the tip. You take it into your mouth then, and you feel the heavy muscles of his thighs tense, peering up at him, still asleep. The steady rise and fall of his chest, still going. Nothing feels more satisfying to you than watching him continue to sleep through this. Knowing that he feels so safe now, so comfortable, that he’s able to sleep so deeply. True rest. 

You start to suck, swirling your tongue around the fat head, dragging the flat of your tongue down to the base and then back up. You let as much saliva as you can pool in your mouth and let it slide out of your mouth and down his length. Making it as wet as you can. He’s getting harder and harder in your mouth and you take him as far back as you can, let the tip rest at the back of your throat as you swallow around him, let the muscles of your throat tighten around him. His breathing is speeding up in his slumber, the little dip of his belly as his breath hitches, getting faster and faster. You bob your head faster, up and down. He’s about to come, you can feel it in the pulsing throb of his erection against your tongue, and then there’s a fist in your hair, pulling you back so sharply tears spring into your eyes – a little reminder of how mean you know he can be, how you like him to be. “Are you being a bad girl?” his sleep thickened voice rumbles. You let his heavy erection pop out of your mouth, and it falls wetly to his belly, bouncing a little with its weight. 

“No, daddy. I’m being a good girl, licking your cock for you. Don’t you like it?” You give him the widest, most innocent look you can muster. 

“And who gave you permission to do that?”

“It’s mine, isn’t it?” You slowly drag your fist up and down the wet length, give the head a cruel little twist that has him baring his teeth at you, growling. 

“Fuck– fuck, yeah– it is–” he whimpers. 

“See, I knew you’d like it.” Voice full of smug petulance, and he’s growling at you at that, from deep in his chest, provoked. 

“Get the fuck up here.” He pulls you up from under your arms so you’re scooting over his belly and chest, towards his face. “Come sit that pretty cunt on my face.” He grips your butt to pull you to hover over his mouth, thighs spread obscenely wide, vulnerable. “All this wet just from sucking my cock?” He licks a long swipe from hole to clit, rumbles his pleasure at your taste from deep in his chest. His lips wrap around your clit to give it a sharp suck and you anchor yourself to the headboard to keep yourself from wilting over like a flower. The swollen round of your belly hides his face from your view, but you can hear how pleased he is from the moans and whimpers he lets out as he devours you. Your breasts are so heavy, aching, nipples swollen, and you clutch one with the hand not holding you up. You start to roll your hips over his face, “Yeah, ride my face, just like that – good girl.” He starts to thrust his tongue inside you, the strong muscle fucking up into you and you grind yourself down onto his mouth. His strong hands keep the roll of your hips steady over his open mouth, slurping down the obscene amount of slick. Your walls start to pulse and flutter. His moan is loud and wanton as you come on his tongue, licking up into you, going back to suck on your clit, giving you the broad flat of his tongue, over and over in a rhythmic pattern that has your orgasm extending out into pulsing waves. Your muscles start to jerk, immediately weak and overwhelmed from the rush of endorphins and you start to fold over. He grips you around the waist to roll you back onto the bed and flips to kneel between your legs. He sits back on his heels and maneuvers you so you’re on your side, tucks a pillow beneath the heavy weight of your belly and another behind your back, so you’re cradled and supported by them. He grips the angry red length of his cock, drags his fist up and down as he stares at you. “Gonna fuck you now, sweetheart. Need you to come on my cock now too.” The look in his eyes is so hungry as he takes you in. Your heavy breasts, swollen with pregnancy, the skin stretched so taught the veins beneath your skin are stark against their flushed paleness. He palms one of them now, gives the nipple a gentle squeeze, careful to not be too rough with your fragile form. 

He loves seeing you like this, love knowing he’s the one that made you look like this. 

He brings your top leg up to open you to him, and you feel the pressure of his cockhead at your clenching entrance. He starts to press in slowly, giving you the entire thick length of him inch by slow inch, so that you feel every ridge and groove as he feeds it to you. 

“My beautiful girl. You take my cock so well.” His eyes are riveted on the place where he penetrates you. 

Your eyes flutter shut as he reaches the end of you. Your blood feels as if it’s boiling in your veins, thick and viscous, “Thank you, daddy,” you sigh, “Thank you for giving it to me.”

You press the foot he has lifted in his grasp to his chest, dig your toes into the meat of his muscle. The size of it looks comically overwhelmed compared to the broad expanse of him. He starts to thrust slowly. His chest is flushed a deep red, sweat dampening the curls at his temples, misting the dips of his collarbones. His breathing is harsh and ragged, like it’s taking everything in him to be gentle, to go slow, to not fuck you brutal and savage the way he used to. “How’s that, baby?”

“So– so good,” you moan, fingers twisting in the sheets. “Please, please don’t stop,” you needlessly beg. 

He brings your extended leg between his thighs, gets a better, deeper angle and then he’s fucking up into you, right into the mouth of your womb. His big hand spans the swell of your belly and gently gently presses down so he’s putting pressure deep into your pelvis from the outside also. The two opposing directions overwhelming your center so a blinding hot spear of arousal is shooting right through the middle of you. You turn your head into the pillow beneath your head and wail, “Oh my God–”

“Yeah, I know–” he grits through clenched teeth. “You’re gonna soak my cock. I can feel it– Fuckin’ gripping and milking me like a fist – Jesus fucking Christ.” He lets his head fall back on a moan. You can feel the jerking throb of his cock inside you, and the clenching pulse of your cunt pulls his own orgasm out of him so that you’re both falling over the edge at the same time. The wet squelch of your muscles sucking his come in deeper, pulling it into your already heavy womb. 

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you. 

He grinds his hips into you, pressing his spend deeper. He lets your lifted leg fall gently to the bed and leans down over you to press soft lingering kisses to your shoulder, your breast, your belly. He nuzzles there, drags his tongue over the stretched skin. “So gorgeous, full of my baby.” He moves to lay behind you, spooning you, never letting his cock slip from your spent cunt. His hands mold over your belly and you feel an impatient little kick to the palm he has pressed low on your pelvis. 

“She’s angry. Think we woke her–”

“She?” 

“Shit – wasn’t supposed to share our secret with you yet.” 

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