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i want to give my orgasms away to other women because i no longer need them
I just wanna be teased and groped and rubbed on while you ignore my whines and squirming )): PLS?
IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK????
tell me how youd edge and deny me, and dont give any vanilla answers i want intenseeeeee
Want to ride a dildo , have them watch how hard and fast I could destroy my needy cunt.
Joel!Miller x fem!reader
Summary: Joel is tired of your bratty attitude.
Content tags: 18+ mdni, brat!reader, sweet but dominant!joel, brat!taming, edging, degradation, minors dni!!!
You and Joel ride home. The whole time, being tired and all, you give him attitude. He tried to put his hand on your thigh only for you to pick it up and throw it back to his side with a quick, “Don’t touch me”. He narrows his eyes but doesn’t say anything, keeping his eyes on the road.
When you arrive home, he offers to help carry your stuff. You grab it all yourself, brushing past him while bumping his shoulder. “I’ve got it.” you snap.
He raises his hands in surrender, picking up the water bottle you forgot in the backseat. When you make it inside, you almost shut him out with the slam of the front door before he catches it with his foot. He sighs and shakes his head, walking inside.
In the kitchen, you rinse out the water bottle Joel set on the counter, no ‘thank you’, no nothing. He stares at you. He worries…. for about a second. Then he comes up behind you.
“Wanna tell me what’s going on with ya?” he asks, trapping you with his hands on either side, resting on the counter. You spin around to find him staring at you.
You avert your eyes. “Nothing.”
He raises a brow. “‘Nd I’m s’posed to believe somethin’ like that?” he says.
When you don’t look at him, he grabs your chin to make you look at him. His other hand reaches up, brushing a loose hair behind your ear.
“You’re such a fuckin’ brat sometimes y’know that? Pushing my hand away when I try to touch you? Snappin’ at me? Did you have a bad day? Did someone do something?” he asks, trying to consider your side of the issue.
You shake your head to the best of your ability, with his hand on your chin.
“So you’re doing it on purpose? To what? Get a rise outta me? To piss me off?”
You’re silent. Not a word comes out. But he can see it. He can see it in your eyes as they gleam, that’s it. To get a rise outta of him.
He shakes his head, pulling you closer.
“Is my baby not getting enough attention? Is that it? Huh? Talk t’me.” he says mockingly, hand dragging down to squeeze one of your tits.
Your legs buckle, and you gasp.
“That’s it, isn’t it? I know I’ve been busy with work but y’know that gives you no excuse to be a fuckin’ brat.”
A whimper escapes you when he tugs on the same nipple.
“Do I have to do something about this attitude or are y’gonna fix it yourself?” Joel asks.
“I didn’t even do anything,” you snap at him.
“Last chance to answer correctly.”
“I said I don’t have any fucking attitude.”
You aren’t even half way through the sentence before he lifts you up, turns around, and sets you down on the kitchen island.
He leans over you, still taller. “This pretty little head is so dumb sometimes.” he says, tapping your temple.
When he tugs your pants down, you gasp. A hand comes down on your thigh and you yelp.
“I’m so fuckin’ tired of you talkin’ back t’me. You slam the doors on the car, on the house, you e’en push my hands away when I try to touch you? Big no no, hunny.”
Another slap.
You cry out his name.
“S’now you wanna acknowledge me? What d’you want, babygirl? Hmm? You want me to fuck you? Want my tongue on your sweet little cunt, hm? Tell me, baby.”
“I want you t’fuck me.” You say, wet through your pretty, pink panties already.
“Too bad.”
Another slap. This time, it’s a moan that slips out of your mouth. His dick hardens impossibly more than it already was.
“Please, Joel.” you whine. “Please, just do something.”
He tilts his head at you. “But you’ve been such a brat all day since we got off work. Why should I let you have that satisfaction, huh babygirl?”
“I’ll be good. I swear I’ll be good f’you.” you try bucking your hips forward to reach his lower half.
“No.” he backs away, picks your pants up, throws them on your lap, and walks out of the kitchen.
You sit there on the counter, wet and needy, dumbfounded.
He ignores you for the rest of the night, giving you a taste of your own medicine.
please send me dick picks and audios of you jerking off to my posts I promise I’ll say please and thank you
edging is sososo hard i can never edge more than 3 times)): just feels too good n i cant stop):
my owner put a plug in my ass and now he’s edging me over and over, playing his video games and telling me to stop when i sound like i’m getting close, i love being a toy :))
