warnings: smut| degradation, possessiveness, jealousy, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, fingering, choking, dom!Joel.
Just thinking of Joel Miller being an absolute gentleman in public, treating you with nothing but respect and adoration, and then turning into a nasty fucker the moment you're alone.
Like he always has a protective hand on your back, keeping you close to him, he's always opening doors and paying the bill. He's constantly showering you with praise and murmuring sweet nothings in your ear when you're out, but then the moment you get back home, his eyes turn a different shade, and he becomes someone else.
He doesn't let you make it to your bedroom before he's already pinning you to the wall.
He's telling you all about that "poor excuse for a dress" you got on, about how many men's eyes he saw linger on you for far too long, how crazy it made him watching you dance like you did, how hard it was for him not to drag you away from the dance floor and create a mile long line outside the bathroom while he fucked you so hard everyone in the bar would know the name of who was making you feel that good.
His fingers are plunging into your heat with hard and fast strokes, and you're not even home for a minute as he tells you how much of a "fuckin' little tease" you are.
How "you need to be taught about behavin' like a good girl" 'cause he can't have you make him half fucking hard every time you go out.
By the time he throws you on the bed, he's already made you come so hard your brain is only half functioning.
And all the geltleness is gone as he quite literally rips the dress off of you, pins your arms above your head, and mocks you as he frees his cock and starts teasing you by sliding it up and down between your drenched folds.
He makes you beg for it. He watches you writhe and moan underneath him as he almost slips in just to move away at the last second.
You're almost crying, and he's smirking like a bastard as he murmurs, "This is what you wanted all night, ain't it?"
"Actin' like a damn slut in front of all those people just to rile me up like this"
"Just wanted my cock, didn't you?"
"Wanted me to remind you who you belong to, mh?"
And he only gives in when tears brim your eyes and you mumble a desperate "I'm sorry Joel, I promise- please"
And the moment he starts fucking you, he becomes a ferocious animal, thrusting into your heat so hard and fast and deep you'd be wondering if he was gonna split you in half if it weren't that all you can think of is how good you're feeling.
He has you screaming and moaning so hard the neighbors hate you (you've received multiple noise complaints), and he's telling you all about how "you're mine"
"This tight fuckin' pussy is mine."
Reminding you who's the only man that can make you feel this good, and then he makes you say it over and over again, threatening to deny you of your orgasm if you don't, if you don't scream it loud enough for everyone to hear.
And the moment he orders you to come on his cok, you obey, clenching him so hard he growls like a lion as he bites your neck, marking you for everyone to see.
And just when you think it's done, he starts moving again.
Your eyes widen, and he only grins as he throws your legs over his shoulders and forces another orgasm out of your spent, sore heat.
He has his hand around your neck as he makes you beg for his cum, as he taunts you by groaning, "You want it inside, doll? want everyone to see how much of a slut you are? Want everyone to know how desperate you are for this cock every night?"
And you're nodding like crazy as you plead for him to come deep inside you, to fill you up until you'll still be feeling it tomorrow.
And he obliges, groaning as he thrusts into you one last time so hard the bed nearly breaks.
And then just like that, he pulls out and lays you in a more comfortable position, and kisses your forehead before getting a wet cloth to clean you up with- before you know it, he's back to himself.
