Asking For Trouble

Pairing: Cordell Walker x Stella Walker 
Rating: 18+ 
Tags: Incest, Father/Daughter, Underage (Stella is 16), dub-con due to Stella’s age, age gap, mentions of drug use, fingering, definitely a daddy!kink
Summary: Raising a teenager is hard. Raising a rebellious teenage daughter as beautiful as Stella is… asking for trouble. 
Word Count: 939 

The drive back from the station was deadly silent. No music to break the tension, just shame and bubbling anger creeping closer and closer to the boiling point. 

When the truck pulled up outside her grandparents’ house, Stella unbuckled and yanked on the door handle, but before she could swing out the side and hop down – 

“Stay in the car, young lady,” Walker growled, yanking on her thin wrist. 

“‘Young lady’? Really?” Stella snapped, slamming the door shut. “You can stop pretending to be my Dad, we both know you’re no good at it!” She folded in on herself in the seat, embarrassed that she’d said that out loud when she’d been trying so hard for months to hold that feeling in. 

“You think it’s easy being your Dad, Stella?” He let go of her wrist to shove his hands through his hair, leaning back against his door of the truck like he was trying to pull himself away from her. “You think I like picking you up from the police station after you get arrested on drug charges? What the hell happened to my little girl?!” 

“She grew up.” The tears in Stella’s eyes threatened to spill over and she refused to let her father think he’d made her cry. She wasn’t some weak little kid. She made a break for it, throwing open the door of the truck and running, away from the house and towards the outbuildings on the ranch, hoping to get lost in the darkness. 

“Stella!” She could hear her dad shouting behind her, catching up easily. When she rounded the back of the barn, he was already there, his outline fuzzy in the distant porchlight shining around the sides of the building. “What the hell are you doing, Stels?” He sounded hurt, but the exasperation that lingered in his tone pushed Stella over the line. 

“Going to smoke more weed,” Stella sassed. “Or maybe I’ll grab the bourbon Grandad keeps in the barn loft and get wasted. Maybe I’ll go find some party and stay out all night.” Her dad stepped closer, and closer as she spoke, and Stella backed herself away until she hit the wooden siding. It snagged the fabric of her shirt. “Maybe, once I’m all fucked up, I’ll find some guy to show me a good time.” 

Walker cracked his knuckles in his fist. “Wow,” he scoffed, “guess you really are grown up.” He put a hand on the barn, leaning over his daughter, casting her fair face and its tear tracks into shadow. “My baby girl out here smoking, and drinking, and fucking.” The last word was snarled. 

“Yeah, I am,” Stella held her ground, peering up at her father, but her lip quivered ever so slightly. “What’re you gonna do about it?” 

“I’m gonna give you what you want, darlin’,” he smirked. And then he was kissing her, his left hand coming up to tangle into the hair at the base of her neck as he used his right to brace himself on the barn so he could bring his lips down to hers. 

He groaned when their lips met. Stella was stunned that she wasn’t fighting him, even as he pulled her closer. She couldn’t think straight – she couldn’t think period. She’d kissed boys before, but it had never felt like this, so all-consuming; breathtaking. 

“What are you doing?” she gasped when he pulled back, licking at her bottom lip. 

“What grown-ups do,” he grinned coldly, and dragged his fingers down to the waist of her jeans. “You want me to stop pretending to be your dad? Fine. If I’m not your dad, I don’t have to feel bad about wanting this –” he popped open the button on her jeans and slid his hand inside, smiling to himself as he felt the wetness in her underwear, “– wanting you.” 

Stella whimpered as Cordell found her clit, flicking over it in teasing circles. She looked down to watch as his wrist moved in and out of her panties, pulling the cotton tight between her legs and putting a delicious pressure against her core. “Mm –” she choked on her moan, tried to keep quiet.

“Oh no no no,” Cordell shook his head and ducked to kiss along her throat. “I want to hear all those little noises, baby girl.” He pulled her ear lobe into his mouth and sucked. 

Stella let herself moan this time, breath shuddering as a fingertip started to play around her entrance, while Cordell’s thumb kept up a quick pace. “Please,” she begged, closing her eyes and leaning back against the wall behind her. She felt so close already. 

“What was that? Please what, baby? What do you want?” 

“Please Daddy,” Stella whimpered, trying to push against the finger still drawing slick patterns against her hole. “Please Daddy, please, please, I –” her words bit off in a gasp as Cordell pushed his finger inside and started to rub little circles in a new place. “Oh my god,” Stella whined, struggling to breathe. 

“I got you, baby girl,” Cordell pulled her close, and tipped her head against his chest. Stella bunched her hands up in his brown overshirt, the over-worn denim soft between her fingers. “That’s it baby, Daddy’s got ya,” he sped his fingers up just a little and heard her breath hitch as she started to grind into his hand. “There you go, sweetheart.” 

“Daddy,” Stella’s voice was barely a whisper, she couldn’t catch her breath enough to put sound behind her words. “I’m, I’m –” 

“I know baby girl, you can do it. Cum for Daddy, come on.”