Hate
Warnings: explicit sexual content (+18), minors DNI, jerking off, self hate, obsession, shame masterbating, as always- enjoy sluts!
a/n: got bored and wrote this hella short fic. Might make it longer.. might be a pervy fic. Probably will be.
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Joel fucked up. He pushed you away yet again, and it was eating away at him. He could not get you out of his head, no matter how hard he tried. Couldnβt even get off without thinking of you, your lips, your skin, your curves. Everything about you drove him crazy.
He was a stupid man to think youβd stay, no matter how much he pushed. So here he was, all alone in his room, shamefully getting himself off to the thought of you.
He had saved a Polaroid picture of you from a picnic in the spring. You were wearing a sundress, white, long, and flowy with thin straps that were falling off your shoulders.
He had always loved that picture, how he could see the softness that radiated from you, and god you were soft.
So, with that in mind, Joel laid in his bed, stroking himself to the thought of you in that dress, him peeling the straps off your shoulders, him causing the blush in your cheeks, not the sun, and most of all, that dress bunched at your thighs while he had his way with you.
He pictured your sweet moans while his hand would slide up your thigh, getting closer and closer to your core.
He imagine the way your breath would hit, his thumb grazing your clit. Pushing your soaked panties out of his way so he can touch you. How wet, tight, and warm your pussy was, all for him.
It drove him wild. The way you were completely his, always submitting to his touch. He knew how to make you scream, and that was all he wanted to do now.
He continued to shamefully jerk himself off. Feeling his dick twitching in his hand, wishing it was you. Your soft warm wet pussy surrounding his shaft.
He pictured your tits, the way they would bounce when you rode him, the curve of your hips, rolling over his dick, grinding down on him.
He was fucking feral for you. You consumed him, and now he would never get you again. You were gone, moved on. But he would never stop obsessing over you.
He rapidly pumped himself in his hand. His anger getting him off more than anything now. Imagining fucking you furiously for letting go, letting him push you away.
He finished, cum dropping out of his cock, and he fucking hated himself.
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Damn guys, sorry about that. Kinda a self hate fic ig.
Wtv- should I make a pt 2
Maybe he wants you bad enough he breaks in your house andβ¦
Idk, weβll see.
