Notes: idk if this is what you're looking for but I'm saving my other other dom(ish) reader with PK joel for the big PK4. Also I'm not a fan of piss drinking but I'm testing it here to see If you little freaks like it.
You knew Joel had to take a leak the second you two got home from your date. With only one bathroom, you ran straight to the toilet, pulled your jeans down your ass and sat on the porcelain seat.
"Fuck baby. Seriously?" Joel asks, a little breathless from shaking his leg all the drive home.
You shrug. He practically shivers at the way you smirk, eying him all the way down slowly to the tightness of his crotch. His legs were a little jittery, crossing slightly in an awkward position.
But then he hears the slight hissing and splatter of your urine leaking your body and into the toilet. He moans, gripping his crotch hard. Out of desperation not to go, or trying to contain his errection, maybe both.
"Mmm that's better," you hum, letting him listen and watch you take your time relieving yourself.
"Shit—shit—oh—baby—" he grunts, wanting to tune you out but unwilling to.
You smile wickedly when a quickly growing wet patch spreads like wildfire along his dick print, dampening his jeans and down his legs.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," he sighs loudly, a little too sexually. Head thrown back with eyes closed as he urinates his pants. A generous puddle of his own yellowed piss drips from the cuffs of his jeans and on the tile floor.
"Awww Joel, so naughty. Big boys don't pee their pants," you tut. You stand up and flush, but kick your panties off entirely. You approach him, hips swaying and cunt on full display, still a little wet from your earlier tinkle.
"I want to ride your face. Right now."
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You're practically waterboarding the poor fucker.
You've got him pinned under the weight of your body, thighs suffocating him as you grind down on his delicious little face.
"Are you my little piss thirsty boy?"
He just grunts from between your folds. Each deep inhale is directly from your cunt, makikg him feel dizzy trying to find the little oxygen.
There's just some remnant of your urine from earlier. It's only enough to remind him of the taste of your juices when you occasionally squirt as he gies down on you.
"You want the real thing, don't you?"
He grunts again.
You giggle, the vibration rocking his little skull against the floor. You couldn't really interpret if it's a yes or no, not that you'll give him an opportunity to speak.
He can feel your fingers through his hair, soft and soothing before you're fisting tightly.
"Here we go!"
He opens his jaw wide against your entire slit, and soon you're flooding his mouth with warm piss.
It's bitter and salty, burns in his throat all the way up his nostrils unlike anything else. And he can't spit it up, can't spit it away. It's terrible, blisteringly disgusting on his tongue. You force it until his cheeks are bulging, and he chokes, body desperately rejecting and spitting before having no choice but to swallow. Every fiber in him is telling him to refuse the bile in his stomach, but fuck.
Fuck.
FUCK.
Another gulp of your sour fluid down his gullet and he's gripping your thighs tighter, and burrying his tongue deeper, chugging and swallowing what he can.
"Ha! You really were thirsty! You're so greedy, Joel."
It spills down his chin as his esophagus rejects the salty taste but he forces it down anyway like forbidden hunger.
You get up briefly, and he sputters up the hot liquid, choking over and gasping. He licks his lips of the ammonia.
"Do you like it, baby?" You ask.
He rolls you over to your back, his hunking shoulders spreading your legs wide. You feel his hot tongue lap at your folds, rolling over your clit like a masseuse with little mlem sounds. He humps the floor, still wet and cooling in his pee-ruined pants while his tongue lazily dips in to your hole.
He opens his mouth wide, tongue out. You part your folds with two fingers in a V. "Oooo good boy good boy!" You praise. You clench your lower tummy and squirt out some more liquid gold, shooting messily on to his tongue. It drips down his chin and onto the floor.
"You're wasting it," you seeth. "Lick it all up."
You lean up to see him between your legs, refusing to miss how quickly he obeys and licks your warm honey off the tiles.
"You're a filthy fucking slut, Joel Miller. You'd do anything for my piss, wouldn't you?"
He hums into your slit, nodding as his tongue prods your hole again and fucks you, curling upward and suckling your clit, cleaning all the remnants of your filth.
I am in contact with police in your area as we figured out how to deal with you.
// Oooh, it’s you. Hahahah, okay Monica, go right on. I truly commend you spending long distance calls just for little ol’ me over an alleged “cyber bullying” case with your photoshopped evidence and false claims.
You’re really into me, aren’t you? This obsession and religious devotion? All because I chose not to write or entertain your chats? I’m truly, truly saddened that you feel so rejected, but I’m sorry, boo. You’re just not my type and I’m taken, four years now actually.
So please, I “beg” you. Move on with your life and find your happiness instead of relying it on me. I just don’t love you, Monica. And I don’t think I ever will. So this deranged affection you have for me? Stop it. It’s unhealthy mainly for you.
Note. The more I ignore these desperate attention whores, the more aggressive they become. What a pity. All I can do is simply watch through a screen and yawn.
