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shininglikeyoursmile · 1 year ago

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desperate

2.2k / pairing: brat tamer!joel x f!reader

Summary: After Joel abandons you for his fleshlight, you beg him to spoil you over the phone. (follow up to tease)

warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), no outbreak, brat tamer!Joel, cursing, phone sex (Joel instructs you), f masturbation, dirty talk, pet names (kitten, angel, etc.), degradation, Joel Miller knowing how to use do not disturb, slight angst if you squint?, praise kink, dom!joel and softdom!joel working in perfect unison here me thinks, mean!joel a little at the end but it's all a good time lol

A/N: part 3 in the works, Joel is a lil toxic but a lot more hot (hottoxic, y’know?)

"Don’t use that fuckin’ tone with me.” His scoff and degradation sent you in a spiral. It made your stomach clench the way he belittled you. You snuck your hand down the front of your sleep shorts, lips parting as you put your fingers through your slick. “Please, baby.” You whimpered, middle finger moving up to circle your throbbing clit in slow and methodical rotations. You heard him lengthen out some groans, grumbling something incoherent as you sighed impatiently. “Too late for me to come by you.” He finally decided, a frown piercing your lips. “Could help me over the phone?” You whisper, a pondering silence between you and Joel.

“Goodnight baby girl, thanks for the good cum. Needed it all day.”

What the hell?

Your phone fell onto your comforter before you plopped down beside it.

What the hell?

The tug between your legs landed in your lap within an instant. You watched him fuck his toy, fill it with rope after rope of cum. And then he thanked you.

You were the one that caused him to go off. He should be here, fucking you instead!

A lengthy whimper left your mouth, continuously flipping your phone over. Would he send another message? Another video?

Your mind raced endlessly, heart thumping in your chest.

Part of you wanted the upper hand, to act like the video didn’t affect you the way that it did. The other half of you wanted to fall to your knees at his front door and beg for him to fuck you good and fill you like he did his toy.

As you consulted your different options, Joel solved your problems for you.

When you looked down at your phone again, your eyes widened to the dark blue alert on the bottom of your and Joel’s messages.

☾ Joel Miller has notifications silenced

Your fingers were quickly on the keys, typing with ferocity before he potentially set his phone down for the rest of the night on his charger.

“really joel?”

Yes, notify anyway! Your fingers were practically stabbing at the cruel question. Yes you wanted to bother your douchebag boyfriend who was intent on not giving in to your desperations tonight.

You let out a puny whine. He just… couldn’t care less that he was leaving his girl high and dry.

You rolled your eyes and landed back on your bed, the warmth of your hand traveling up and down the expanse of your body in the absence of Joel’s.

No. He would be here tonight. You’d drive him up the wall crazy if you had to.

You’ve reached Joel Miller, of Miller Contracting. Uh.. leave a message. Thanks.

End Call. Redial. Voicemail. End Call. Redial. Voicemail. End Call. Redial-

“Christ, woman-” a satisfied smirk tugged on your lips once Joel finally picked up after your multiple unanswered calls. His velvet soft drawl was stoked rigid by his tiredness this late at night.

“Hi, baby.” You purr in excitement. You’re sitting up in bed eagerly now, his attention alone setting you on fire. It doesn’t help that he sounds so hot with his tired voice booming on the other line.

“Y’know what damn time it is?”

“Mmm, time for you to come over?”

This made him scoff.

“Time for me to hang up.”

“No, Joel-” You had totally lost your cool, your voice sounding frantic and desperate. Exactly what he wanted.

Joel’s voice on the other line was cold, silent. Waiting for you to beg for him. You let out a heartbreaking sigh and conceded.

“Joel, I need you.”

“T’what?”

You rolled your eyes and took a sharp inhale through the nose to stay calm. He was walking a fine line of your anger and desperation for him.

“I need you, baby.”

“Needed you too, earlier today.” Shit. His comebacks were as quick as a whip despite his tiredness. “Needed you when you acted too good to be give’n my cock ‘ny attention.”

“I’m sorryyy.” You whined, purposely elongating your apology.

“I’m sorryyyyy." Joel mocked. "Please. Don’t use that fuckin’ tone with me.” His scoff and degradation sent you in a spiral. It made your stomach clench the way he belittled you.

You snuck your hand down the front of your sleep shorts, lips parting as you put your fingers through your slick.

“Please, baby.” You whimpered, middle finger moving up to circle your throbbing clit in slow and methodical rotations.

You heard him lengthen out some groans, grumbling something incoherent as you sighed impatiently.

“Too late for me to come by you.” He finally decided, a frown piercing your lips.

“Could help me over the phone?” You whisper, a pondering silence between you and Joel.

He really doesn’t have to help you. You teased him all day long and left him with no choice but to take out his needs on his fleshlight. Thinking about him sending that video was sort of hot. He knew he owned your ass. He knew the effect it would have on you.

Despite teasing him all day long, he knew it was all for him at the end of the day. Joel wasn’t an idiot. You acted like that to get a rise out of him, to make him fuck you into shape and to rid you of your attitude. You were both into it.

This was no different. Over the phone and just as desperate for him, you intensified the flick you had around your clit.

“You really don’t deserve shit, baby.” His voice had dropped an octave, the velvet smooth tired southern drawl cooing into your ear.

“I know…”

“Don’t deserve a goddamn thing.”

“I know…”

“So why are you fuckin’ touchin’ yourself?”

Your eyes went wide, your heart thumping louder, and your motions pausing on your clit which elicited a mewl from the back of your throat.

“I-”

“You what?”

You were breathless, clenching your eyes closed before your fingers continued feverishly faster.

“I-I Joel-... I watched the video and-”

“And you were wishin’ that was you gettin’ your fill? But instead you’re alone, without my tongue tastin’ that pretty little pussy.”

His words and filth had your back arching off the bed, jaw dropping as your head dug back into your pillows. Your taut nipples hardened under the soft cotton of your shirt. The hand not in your sleep shorts came up to gently tweak over them while you pressed the phone between your ear and shoulder. The attention on your tits sent a tingle down to your cunt.

Your lack of answer was enough for Joel. He knew you were touching yourself dirty.

“Tell me what you’re doin’ baby.” His voice rumbled like loose gravel.

You hummed sweetly, your eyes barely able to stay open.

“I-I’m touching my clit, Joel, p-pretending it’s you.”

“Take’em off. Mean it.”

He’s not even here, but he’s bossing you around. Despite his nonexistent presence besides a sick voice over the phone, you opt into his little game.

“Okay.”

“You’re hands ‘re off?” “Mhm. Promise.”

“Good girl, baby.

A shaky sigh left you, your legs doing slight trembles since you had to force yourself to stop touching your aching core.

“Why don’t you give yourself two fingers.” Joel’s voice had only gotten more sultry-filled, authoritative with his demands.

Your lips parted to hear him assure that you could finger yourself.

You opted to lay your phone on your chest and put your call with Joel on speaker phone so you could pretend he was here.

Your eyes dipped closed as you slowly plunged two fingers into your soaked entrance. Joel could hear your littles hisses and whines, having to thrust your fingers into yourself a few times before being able to sink deeper.

You felt like you were on the verge of tears, pent up frustration and wishing Joel was here to take care of you.

Your jaw jutted out to the side, a shaky sigh leaving you before you worked your fingers in and out of you slowly. Joel would want you to enjoy yourself, no time for tears.

“You with me, baby?”

“Mhm, with you, Joel.” Your voice was kitten purring, your long lashes resting on the tops of your cheeks as your wrist moved with ease to pump your cunt full of your fingers.

“I can hear you baby, sounds so fuckin’ pretty hearin’ that pussy gettin’ your attention.” His words made your head roll to the side, shaky whimpers and moans eliciting louder from you as your body writhed in your bed, your sheets getting messed up in the process.

Your hips were grinding up into your hand, begging for more instruction.

“Wish that was me, huh?”

A breathy sigh left you, causing your phone screen to fog over.

“Of course, Joely.” You whimpered as you used that nickname he hated, curling your fingers inside of you now and crying out his name as if he was the one pleasuring you.

“Your fingers could never match how I feel inside ‘f you, huh?” That nagging feeling of wanting to cry came back at his words. You wished you weren’t a brat today, you wished Joel’s cock was parting you in two instead of your measly fingers.

Your lips pouted before letting out a moan, licking your lips and swallowing a lump in your throat.

“No one feels as good as you, Joel, not even- fuck, not even my fingers.”

You disregarded his directions, your thumb nuzzling your clit as you massaged the spongy wall deep inside of you Joel knew perfectly well. Feeling your thumb graze your clit every so often elicited an eager mewl from the depths of your throat.

“Put the damn phone by your cunt so I can hear, baby.”

Your jaw dropped at his filth, Joel wanting to hear your juices slosh against your fingers in desperation. Your free hand shakily moved the phone by your hip, pursing your lips in concentration. Your euphoria was close.

You hated that his voice sounded farther away now, but you wanted Joel to hear how wet you were for him.

“‘S right, baby, so fuckin’ wet… fuck, sounds so fuckin’ pretty.”

His growls made your walls clench desperately around your fingers.

“T-Three, Joel, please baby,” you begged, your chest heaving.

“Think you can take three?” His snarl was sharp like a jaded stone.

Your eyes clamped closed, jaw dropping as your hips rutted into your hand again and your head was thrashing as it filled with heat.

“I-I think I can,” you bit down on your bottom lip and tried to wait for his directions, wanting to wait for Joel to tell you it was okay.

“Add a third baby, fuckin’ pound yourself.” His permission was all you needed.

Broken moans of his name tumbled out of your mouth, his absence obvious but in your hysteria of horniness, it was warranted.

You slipped in a third finger, eyes rolling back again at the stretch. Your pace had to slow down for a few moments to allow for the intrusion but fuck, it was almost as nice as Joel felt.

You lost your words at that point, your throat dry as you continued to pump yourself full, curling your fingers inside of you just right as your arousal made your hand sticky.

You pleaded his name, shaky and desperate as your thumb continued to mindlessly flick and circle at your clit.

You wondered if his hand was around his cock, pulling an orgasm from himself while he listened to you get off. The idea made you even wetter. The top inside of your thighs were sticky and glistening with your arousal, panting like a damn dog in heat with how badly you wanted to cum.

But you had to wait, let Joel guide you.

Tears stung your waterline, wishing he was here, wishing he would take care of you. You didn’t want to pull a stunt like this again if you weren’t prepared to pay for the consequences of his absence.

“C-Can’t-”

“Yes, you can, kitten,”

“Can’t finish without you,” you whimpered, your walls fluttering again as your stomach tugged eagerly to release.

“Want you to finish, now, no need to torture yourself. You were bein’ a cunt today, but I think you learned your lesson. D’you learn your lesson?”

You let out a moaning sob as your cunt clenched eagerly, nodding relentlessly into the pillow as if he could see you.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You cried out, grinding your core into your hand, going as deep as your fingers could allow. One last swipe to your clit and it was all gushing over you like a flood.

You panted breathlessly, your phone slipping off your hip. Your motions slowed until they stopped completely, the only sound in the room being your breaths that were trying to relax.

Your shaky free hand reached for your phone, reached for Joel.

“Baby?” You whimpered, wiping a stray tear of desperation off your face.

“I’m here, angel.” You were his angel, coming back down to Earth from heaven as you closed your legs once you removed your hand. Your fingers were sticky, usually he’d lick them clean for you.

“Fingers all cummy?” He could read your mind.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, pulling your digits apart to watch your slick stick together in desperate strings.

You could hear the way his lips curled up in that little half smirk he did. “Why don’t you send me a video of you lickin’ ‘em clean. I’d love to see you right now.”

You stayed on the call with them as you switched to your camera, angling the phone above you as you licked your cum covered fingers clean and smiling sweetly. You sent it off and bit your lip, wanting to hear his reaction.

He made a short little chuckle on the other end, a satisfied sigh leaving you.

“‘M sorry about today, thank you for helping me.”

“You’re welcome, angel. I already have an idea in mind for how you can make it up to me.” Your eyes went blank. Shit. Was not being filled up by him tonight not torture enough?!

“Goodnight, sweet girl. Thanks for lettin’ me hear ya.”

“G-Goodnight, Joel.” You whispered, the phone call clicking to an end as you breathlessly stared at the ceiling. What did he have in mind?

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kushkryss · 4 years ago

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it started out as just a dinner. i was nervous- panicked on facetime with my best friend trying to pick the best dress to wear. he took me to the nicest restaurant in my town, and very quickly reminded me of the life i walked away from years ago. for the next few weeks things stayed pretty casual. dinners or lunch dates, never more than a day together. we weren’t even having sex. he taught me how to play guitar, showed me music he was creating, even let me record in his studio. he was encouraging me to better my life and i felt like i was learning and getting inspired with all the time i spent with him.

i definitely started falling for him before i realized. my friends could see it. i dont know how i didn’t. about a week before halloween i went home for a few days. when i left his house he said he was going to miss me and i cringed. the next night i called because i missed him. thats when i realized. after that trip we started spending a lot of time together. all of our time really. we went to the coast to spend a night together and i spent another two nights at his house right after. we went out together for halloween, he didnt get mad when i hit the curb, we were just having a really good time together. we were both feeling the same thing but we never acknowledged it.

the first week of november was blissful. we spent election night getting lost in each other and trying to block out the bullshit going on in the world. we spent the next few days falling, still not acknowledging it, but just letting it happen. we were talking on one of our daily drives and i ended the conversation before it really started. we booked a trip to hawaii. he sent me shopping with his daughter. he asked if i wanted to spend thanksgiving with him and his family. things gradually got more intense and when we did have that conversation we realized our relationship was more traditional than we had originally thought possible. it made me happy. happy that he was feeling the same way, happy that we were making our own fun during the pandemic, happy that it felt like we both had finally found what we needed and deserved, but most of all i was happy that i was finally in THE relationship i had been waiting for.

for the last two years i have known exactly what i needed in a relationship. i knew what would be good for me and what wouldn’t, what would work and what couldn’t. in the last two years i have knowingly gotten into relationships that went against what i knew was right for me and they never worked out for those very reasons. i had pretty much given up on finding someone that i would be compatible with in every way and he surprised me by being all of that.

the first two days in hawaii were perfect. i was in awe of where we were, and the fact that my life had led me there with someone who was treting me so well. the second night there i was so purely happy. i couldn’t stop smiling, i was so blissfully overwhelmed by all the good things that were unfolding in my life. i felt euphoric. we were walking along the ocean in a cute touristy town when he told me he loved me, i told him i felt the same. at this point we had yet to have a real bad moment in our relationship. that changed the next day.

it started out fine but went further downhill than i would have ever anticipated. we spent the whole day in the car and most of it was good. it slowly got harder and the last three hours of the drive were completely silent- minus my crying. we were both exhausted and needed a break. i went shopping and he went to the bar. that night set the tone for the rest of the trip.

i spent so much time and energy trying not to be angry and i was only making things worse. i wanted to get away from him but i felt like i couldn’t let him out of my sight. i wasn’t having a good time in paradise and that was making me feel crazy. i felt ungrateful for not enjoying the trip he took me on while i resented him for being the reason i was in a bad mood throughout it. i felt trapped. it was a recipe for disaster.

despite all the tension we felt on the trip we spent the next few days together, and they were good. really good. when i went home for thanksgiving i couldn’t stop missing him. i talked to my friends and family about how good things were and spent most of my time talking or texting with him. the day after thanksgiving i went right back to staying with him. that night we talked about some hard stuff. he brought up how hard it is that none of my friends or family are truly supportive of our relationship. before that converstion i hadn’t fully realized how difficult it was. the next day we went to santa cruz for the night and had another quiet drive. it was much shorter and i didn’t think anything was wrong. he felt differently.

it was easy for me to associate his relapse with being in hawaii. i understood the factors that led to it, i could see that he regretted it and his actions showed me that he didn’t want it to happen again. but when it happened again at home, it hurt. this time i took it personally. i was angry and i still am. for a while i had let it go. i wanted to move past it and i did- we did. he started going to meetings, we started spending less time time together and it felt like things were getting back to normal.

he drank again a few days ago and blatantly lied to me multiple times when i asked. i went to his house the next morning to get my shit and leave him, i ended up staying there for three days. it was all good until this morning when i realized i had to leave. it’s easy to trust someone when you’re contantly together and don’t have to wonder what they’re doing. he said we could facetime tonight and i’ve been waiting for his call but nothing. not even a text.

i’m not ready to let this go but i don’t want to get stuck in another cycle. do i continue to let him lie to me and just pretend that it doesn’t bother me? do i constantly bring it up and give him more of a reason to expect that i’ll stay reguardless of his actions? do i leave him and mourn the life we could create together? i don’t know what to do. i don’t know if there’s a way to keep this going without it becoming toxic, and i don’t want that for us.

when we started this it was garunteed to be short term. when we defined our reltionship more seriously we left that topic alone. we only recently started talking about our possible future and it’s something that i really want. i just dont know how to get to that from where we are right now.

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