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Red Red Wine

"Handing my boyfriend a spicy polaroid of myself while we are at dinner"

Tags: established relationship, excibitionism, brief choking, oral (m!rec and fem!rec), PinV unprotected, titjob. +18

Explicit RPF below, don't interact if you are not comfortable with that

You stand in front of the mirror, fixing your hair and checking your outfit from different angles. You and Joost are going on a date to a restaurant, there is no special occasion really, you both just wanted a reason to get dressed up and spend time together.

"You look great." you feel a pair of warm hands on your hips, your eyes meet Joost's in the mirror. He leans to kiss your shoulder.

You turn in his arms. "Speaking of looking great, look at you." He is wearing a fitted black suit, thick framed black glasses, his hair is freshly trimmed, and when he smiles at your compliment you notice he put in the grills on two of his teeth. He needed to add more personality to the suit. You fix his tie and smooth down the white shirt moving your hands from his pecs down his torso, stopping at the chunky belt buckle.

You turn back to the mirror checking yourself one last time. You are about to bend down to do the strap on your heels.

"Let me." Joost says and kneels in front of you. His hands gently move from your calf to your ankle, his touch is feather light, but still sends a shiver down your spine. He looks up at you and you move your foot closer to him. He puts his his head down to focus on the task at hand, you see a faint smirk form on his lips in the reflection of the mirror. He buckles the strap around your ankle and motions for you to bring your other foot closer. All of his touches are gentle, his hands so warm on your skin.

When he is finished, he leans in to leave a kiss on your exposed leg, just above knee, you feel your cheeks start to go red.

"Thank you." you say quietly as he stands up in front of you, you have to tilt your head up to look him in the eyes.

"My pleasure." he bows his head dramatically. He is joking, and his theatrics make you giggle, but it's true - caring for you is a pleasure to him, he would do just about anything for you.

When you are about to leave, you make sure you have the polaroid photo in your purse and rush out of the door, where Joost is waiting for you.

The restaurant you picked is fancier than the usual places you go on a date to, the reviews are great and the dim lighting with candles on each table is making it very cozy. There is a live band playing soft music on the instruments, which Joost is immediately impressed by. His usual music preference is fast and loud to match his energy and fast-pace thoughts, but he appreciates a good live instrument.

After getting seated and ordering, you feel yourself get more nervous about the surprise you prepared for him. You saw a trend of people getting their partner a spicy polaroid of themselves and decided to treat Joost to one too. You bought a new lingerie set, a lacy see-through bra and matching panties with a delicate bow, but one thing let to another, you started trying out new things and poses, so after looking through the results, you decided on the one where you are completely naked. It is on a riskier side, but the idea of him reacting to it here turns your nerves into excitement. But it is not the time to reveal it yet.

"What's on your mind?" Joost asks. He takes your hand in his, tracing his thumb on your skin. You are seating in a small booth type table, he is on the opposite side of you.

"This handsome guy I saw, actually" you reply, your tone neutral.

"Really? Who is he? Should I check him out too?" he turns to look around the room.

"I think you might know him. He is wearing a nice suit, it looks expensive. The pants fit around his thighs so nice." you whisper the last part and he turns back to look at you. You are glad that your table is a little further away from others and it feels secluded. "And if you are lucky and get him to smile, you will see those silver grills, which make him even hotter, if that's possible." you see a blush spread on his cheeks, but he quickly regains his composure, matching your eye contact.

"Damn, hope he is taken by the prettiest girl, which caught my eye earlier, in this tight silky dress which challenges his willpower to keep his hands away from her in public and not take it off." he squeezes your hand, which he is still holding. "or else I might ask for his number, he sounds like a treat." he ends the sentence with a wink to you.

You both laugh at each others comments and turn the conversation to talk about what you both did that day, you haven't seen each other since the early morning when you left for work and until he came back from the studio in the evening, when you both got ready and left for the date.

You are discussing the documentary you watched last night together, when the waiter brings the wine. You are glad to finally have a drink, it will help take your mind off the surprise, which lays heavy in the back of your head.

"It's nice here." Joost says lifting the glass to his lips.

"It is. I'm glad we decided to go." you are happy he is enjoying it.

"Me too." he leans back on the chair, his stature seems more relaxed now. You fall back into the conversation again.

The waiter brings the pasta which you both ordered. As much as you would like to hate the overpriced food, you have to admit it's delicious. After the first bite, you close your eyes and a quiet moan slips past your lips. Joost looks at you, finishes chewing, and reaches his hand across the table to your mouth.

"You've got something here." he swipes his thumb across the corner of your lower lip, slowly on purpose. It feels so nice to feel his touch on you. There is a little bit of red sauce, which he brings to his mouth and licks off, maintaining eye contact, and continues eating. You swallow hard.

You are glad he is feeling as flirty as you, it makes you giddy to what the night holds. You continue talking, eating and drinking wine, the giggles start to escape both of you.

An idea pops into your head and you immediately act on it, as you start to move your foot closer to his. The first touch of the tip of the heel you are wearing is very light right above his ankle. You keep it there. He continues telling the story. You nod while listening and move your foot a little higher along his leg, you see a glint in his eyes appear, which are staring intently into yours. You act as if nothing is happening, matching his eye contact, while moving your foot up and down his calf slowly. You bring it higher, just under his knee, which makes him he stumble over his words and loose the staring contest, having to look down into his now empty plate. He loves to act like he is in control, and you have fun pushing his buttons seeing how far you can go to make him break his act and show how he is truly wrapped around your finger.

"Having fun, are you?" he says leaning back on the chair, you notice the tips of his ears are red. He puts his hands under the table, finding your leg, holds your ankle, then moves further to message your calf. Your skin soft under his hands, he is just happy to touch you.

"I am." you reply calmly and give your opinion to the story proving you were listening carefully to the story he was telling and are unbothered. You count it as a little win. Making him flustered feels so good, knowing you have that effect on him.

"Do you want to order desert?" you suggest and put your foot down on the ground.

"Yes, I would love some." he agrees.

The dim light, instrumental music playing in the background, murmur of the conversations around you, and the nice buzz from the wine, makes you a little bolder. Everyone around seems to be in their own little bubble, focused on food and their company. You decide it's time.

You are laughing at the story Joost was telling from one of the times he went to Berlin with his friends, when the desert is placed on the table. You have to wipe the tears in the corner of your eyes from laughing so hard. He would tell you stories all night, if that meant he got to hear the beautiful sound of your laughter. Joost hands you one of the two spoons and waits for you to try first, because he knows you love the first bite.

"Actually, I have something else for you." you say and reach into your purse. You carefully take out the polaroid photo, holding it face down and sliding it to him across the table. You lift your hand and leave it front of him. You feel your own face going red at the excitement and nervousness. He looks puzzled, puts down the spoon, tries to read your expression, but you just motion for him to look at it. He takes the photo and flips in his hands to look what it is. His eyes immediately go wide, he quickly presses the polaroid to his chest, looking around to make sure no one around saw. You watch his every move, enjoying his reaction, you can't hold in a laugh that escapes you.

"Fuck." his voice sounds breathy. He looks at you exaggerating the shocked expression with his jaw open, you smile brightly. Not only his cheeks are flushed, but you see his neck slowly turn red.

He lets out a breath and looks at the polaroid, taking his time now. He leans against the back of the booth seat. You hear him swear under his breath as his eyes move across the photo, not even caring anymore if anybody walks by. He wipes the sweat the formed on his brow, trying to regain his composure. He looks at the photo again, the tips of his ears red, you are drinking in his every move.

"You did this for me?" he asks, as a little chuckle escapes him, when he sees how are excited you are.

"No, I did it for the neighbour upstairs. But he didn't answer the call in time, so I gave it to you" you say, your foot playing with his under the table again.

"Great thinking. That actually might have stopped him from complaining about the noise again." he matches your joke.

"Of course I did it for you." you touch the bracelet he got you with his initials. "Yours forever." your words make his heart race faster. He brings your hand with the bracelet on to his lips, kissing it softly.

A playful smile spreads across his face, he shakes his head and looks up at you.

"So that's what's got you so fidgety all night." he leans in placing his elbows on the table, turning the polaroid to you. It even takes your breath away, you look good in that photo.

"I wasn't fidgety." you say, defending yourself.

"Baby, I could see your hands shaking when we sat down." he says, sliding closer to you in the booth. "If I knew I had that on me, I would be nervous too." he is now only a few inches away from you. He looks at the photo again. "That is so fucking hot." he traces his finger along your body on the photo.

"What did I do to deserve you?" he takes one last look at it and puts into his card holder. To him it instantly becomes worth more than any card he owns. As much as he would love to stare at the photo for the rest of his life, he also can't believe you are sitting right in front of him, he is not possessive in a true sense of the word, but the thought that you are his, that you love him as much as he loves you, fills his heart with so much happiness.

"That's what I've been wondering too." you say, placing your elbows on the table, holding your head in your hands and turning to look at him through your lashes.

"So do you want the desert?" you take a spoon, swipe it across the white cream on the top of the piece of cake in front of you. He watches you bring the spoonfull of heavy cream into your mouth and lick it, closing your eyes, enjoying the taste. He knows you are trying to torture him and it's working.

You open your eyes, his eyes which were focused on your mouth meeting yours, his pupils are wide, the candle light reflecting in them. The fire matches his thoughts racing through his head right now.

He moves even closer to you, his lips close to your ear "I would love the desert." he whispers only for you to hear. You turn to face him, your faces only a breath apart. He almost leans in to kiss you, but you turn to the plate again, you dip your finger into the cream and bring it to his mouth this time. He looks into your eyes and takes it in without a second thought. His tongue swirling against the tip of your finger tasting the delicious cream, his tongue feels so wet and warm. You take it out as quickly, lick off the residue and wipe it on the napkin.

He brings a hand to your jaw, his fingers splayed on the side of your face, holding you this time, so you won't move, and kisses you. You let him and lean into him. His lips are soft against yours and you can still taste the desert. The closeness, his hand tight on your jaw, tilting your head the way he wants and the smell of his cologne almost makes you forget you are still in public and you can't do what flashes through your head.

"I'm gonna be right back." you end the kiss quickly and push at his chest, making him lean back. You stand up and head to the bathroom. You turn around the corner, down the hall and reach for the door handle, when you hear footsteps right behind you, a familiar cologne smell enveloping you again. Joost hurries you inside, locks the door, and pushes you against the wall, your chest flush against his.

"What are you doing?" you are breathless from all the sudden movements.

"I couldn't wait." he leans in licking his lips, you feel his breath against your lips. He smiles looking into your eyes for a silent confirmation that you are okay, you nod and catch a glimpse of his grills. He kisses you hungrily as he presses you into the wall with his full weight. You answer the kiss trying to keep up with his pace. You planned on teasing him longer, not letting him have his way, but you are so weak and his strong hold on your hips and warmth feels so good on you. One of his hands moves to grab at the muscle of your ass through the dress, you feel him breath heavily into the kiss.

You are getting dizzy, he seems to be everywhere all at once, it all feels so good. Your hands are around his shoulders, fingers scratching at the nape of his neck. He tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, you open your mouth for him, his tongue instantly finding yours, tasting you. He can't get enough of you, can't get close enough. You feel so soft under him, the prettiest needy sounds leaving your mouth in between kisses. He slowly moves his hand from your waist down to your hip, then your thigh, squeezing it, feeling the soft plush skin, earning more sounds. He doesn't have a plan, he just had to come with you here. He is happy with just a makeout session, but somewhere in between the desert and this moment he started to get hard, the pants getting uncomfortably tight. He wraps your leg around his hip to be even closer to you.

"Let me make you feel good." he tries to sound sexy, but it comes out more as a whimper.

You lean your head into the wall trying to catch your breath. His lips trail down your jaw leaving wet kisses on his path to your neck. With your leg wrapped around his hip, where he is holding it tight still, you can feel him hard close to your core. His other hand sneaks into the top of your dress, you are not wearing a bra, so it is easy for him to feel your chest, which he thought about all night. You moan under him, your nipple getting hard at the touch of his big hand. You feel his other hand leave your thigh and trail down your stomach closer to the slit of your dress.

"Joost." your voice is breathy. "Let's wait till we get home." his kisses on your neck slow down. You feel bad for denying him right now, but you need to stick to your plan.

He peels himself off of you, his soul coming back into his own body after what felt like intertwining with yours. "Okay" he leans in to kiss you on the lips again.

"I'm sorry." your eyes move down his crotch, his bulge visible in his suit pants.

"No, it's fine. We just have to wait here a little." his voice gentle.

"Um, I actually do need to pee." you say. This bathroom is not a big space, a sink with a big mirror and a toilet.

"Okay." he says matter of factly. "I'll turn to face the wall." he adds when he notices you raise an eyebrow. "I can't go out now like that." he points to his crotch. "Also as if I haven't seen you pee before." he says more quiet. He is right, while traveling by car with him from country to country for his concerts, you had to make some questionable stops in the middle of nowhere. Also living together for so long, you both are long past locking the door while showering, so the other can use the bathroom at the same time.

"You did this to yourself by the way." you motion to his dick.

"I know, but can you blame me?" he turns to look at the wall, his eyes closed, you are sure he is trying to think of something to make the boner go away. "Next time I will give you my nude photo at dinner." he jokes, but the idea actually plants in his mind.

You are washing your hands, fixing your hair in the mirror.

"I can't stop thinking about that polaroid. Can't believe you did that for me." his voice soft, full of love. He feels like that photo is burning through the card holder, through the pocket of his pants.

"I'd do anything for you, you know." you look at him through the mirror.

"Don't say that right now." he throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut, blood rushing back to his dick.

"I have one more, if you will be a good boy, I will give it to you." you turn to him, leaning back against the sink.

He looks into your eyes, a sweet smile on your face, a contrast to the words which just came out of your mouth, makes him close the space between you, his hands on your hips again, slotting so perfectly against your body. He is convinced you were made for him how good you fit on his hands.

"Will you be a good boy?" you look up at him, placing your hands on his chest, trying to feel his pecs through the suit.

He feels like a teenager again, trying not to get hard at every word a girl he likes says.

"You are torturing me, you know?" a potential image of another photo circulating through his mind. He leans in to kiss you again, slow and soft this time. Enjoying your lips on his. He bites your lower lip, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make you gasp in surprise.

You lean back in his embrace, your lipstick all over his lips. You bring your thumb to clean it off.

"Want to go for a smoke?" you offer. "Might help your situation." you trace your nail slowly just under his belt.

He takes your hand in his and leads you outside, a cigarette sounds really good right now.

You go into an alleyway next to the restaurant. It is a warm evening, but you still shiver as soon as you step outside. He shrugs off his jacket, and puts it around your shoulders. He doesn't even need to look at you, already knows you will be shivering, he feels hot all over on the other hand.

He takes out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his jacket, which hangs from your shoulders. Offers you one, which you take and place it between your lips. He lights your cigarette and then for himself. Joost inhales the smoke slowly, nice feeling spreading across his chest. You watch him roll up the sleeves of his white shirt, as you bring his jacket tighter around your shoulders. It smells just like him.

"So what's the plan?" you ask him.

"I don't know, you tell me." he smiles, now more relaxed, the grills shining back at you from his wide smile. "I'm at your mercy."

"We head back to finish the desert. I hope they are not looking for us by now, thinking we ditched the bill." you say.

"And what if we do ditch it?" he blows the smoke up into the night air. "Run away. Just me and you."

"It's always just me and you." you step closer to him, placing your hand on his exposed forearm, moving further up to play with his tie. He looks so good, the rolled up sleeves revealing his tattoos, which you always had a soft spot for.

He takes a slow drag, blows the smoke away from your face, even though you are also smoking. Then leans in, putting your hair behind your ear and off your shoulder, "Such a tease tonight." his mouth right next to your ear, "Do you want me to bend you over right here and take you against the wall?"

Your eyes go wide, suddenly the night breeze is not enough to regulate your temperature. He straightens up to stand tall in front of you, looking down at you. A surprised chuckle comes out of you. The real answer is: You do, but you will never admit that to him. Not now at least.

"When did you get so bold, mr. Klein?" you are still holding his tie loosely between your fingers. His cocky stage persona taking the light now, you love it.

"Learned from the best." he says and you try to pull him closer to you by the tie.

"You are right. Let's head back for the desert." he doesn't give in to your pull. Both of you playing this cat and mouse game, which makes the end result all the more exciting. You giggle and lead him inside by the tie, dropping it, as soon as you walk in. He still follows you blindly, as if bound by an invisible string.

You finish the desert, he pays the bill and you can't get home soon enough. His hand is trying to trail up further and further up your thigh, you keep swatting it away playfully.

"Be patient." you whisper to him. "We can do anything you want when we are back home." you make a promise to him. He loosens the tie around his neck at your words.

You open the door, he follows right behind, you can feel his heat behind your back. You turn around, facing him, now walking backwards slowly towards the wall, he is following you a few steps behind. You lean forward to take off your heels, kicking them to the side. relieved to finally fully touch the floor. Without the added inches, you are even shorter now, having to look up higher to face him. He is walking you into the wall like he is hunting a prey. You beckon him closer with your finger, as a giggle escapes you, sparkles dancing in your eyes.

Your back hits the wall, as he closes the distance between you, his eyes fixated on yours. You take a good look at him, a smile on his lips reveals the shiny grills, rolled up sleeves of his crisp white shirt make his shoulders even wider, the pants fit him so nice. He looks incredible, you should go out all dressed up more often. You take his tie in your hands.

"Come here." you bring him closer to you by the tie. He leans in crashing his lips into yours, a groan escapes his lips, which you can feel through your whole body. It excites you even more.

His hand is on your neck, applying a slight pressure, his fingers splayed on your pulse point, under your jaw, which makes you moan into his mouth, a sound so delicious to him, he drinks it all in. His hand feels so big and warm on you, you start to feel a pulse between your legs. You let go of his tie, when he uses the hand on your neck to turn your head the way he wants to deepen the kiss. His other hand grabs a handfull of your ass. Every time he is close to you he feels like it's not enough, wants to envelop you whole, there is so much space for love in him and it is all for you. You make him dizzy with just your presence, your perfume, your soft skin, the rapid pulse he can feel under his hand, it all makes him the happiest man on earth.

You break apart gasping for air, his hair messed up from your hands running through them. His lips are swollen, stained with your lipstick, you try to wipe it off, but end up smearing it even further, he follows your hand pushing his face against it, craving your touch. He kisses your palm, your wrist, your hand so much smaller in his. He takes both your wrists in his one hand and hold them above your head.

"So beautiful." he says quietly. It's just you two in the apartment, but he wants those words to belong just to you. His hand traces from your jaw down your chest, stomach, slowly tracing the curve of your waist, while you can't move, your wrists pinned above your head. He is eating you with his eyes, enjoying the view. He sees you every day, but it is still never enough. You try to wriggle your wrists.

"Joost. Please" you whine, getting impatient.

He leans in closer. "Get on your knees for me, liefje." he lets go of your wrists, you immediately follow his request, your knees hitting the floor, you can't wait to get your hands on him. You lift your eyes, while undoing his belt, slowly moving to the zipper. He is looking down at you, his hands softly petting your hair.

You palm him through his underwear, he is already half hard. He moans a sound of satisfaction finally feeling you close to him. You lean in to kiss his still clothed length.

"Go on, baby." you leave one last kiss right on his tip, before taking off his pants and boxers. His dick springs free, he feels so heavy in your hand. You place your other hand on his thigh, steadying yourself. You move closer placing featherlight kisses along his length, while he makes a makeshift ponytail with your hair to get it out of the way. You lick a long stripe from the base to the tip, spitting on it, mixing it with his pre-cum, now your hand slides so much better along him. You keep moving your hand up and down while looking at him through your lashes, his mouth is open, slight moans escaping his mouth, but you hear him. You cup his balls and his head falls back, you massage them pulling more sounds from him.

You feel him pull your hair tighter. "Open your mouth for me, schat." you oblige, sticking out your tongue. He takes his dick in his hand, slaps it on your tongue and pushes in. He lets you set the pace, but still keeps a strong hold on your head. You try to steady your breathing to take more of him. He feels your nails on his thigh, secretly loves that feeling, it feels grounding when he feels like floating away from the warm and wet feeling of your mouth, bringing him so much pleasure. You keep sucking him, hollowing your mouth, following the pulsing vein with your tongue.

You breathe steadily through your nose, looking up at him, watching the expressions on his face, when he starts to buck his hips into your mouth.

"Fuck, baby. Feels so- good." his voice is low. "Can I-" his words are not coming out properly, he is so lost in you. But you know what he wants, you hum a confirmation around him. He puts one hand on the wall behind you, the other hand on the side of your head as he starts thrusting harder. Tears are forming at the corners of your eyes. Drool coming out down your chin and around his shaft, your nose hits his pubic hair, and he keeps your head there moaning loudly. He is so close suddenly, you feel him twitch in your mouth.

He pulls you off of him, you try to catch your breath, wiping your mouth. You reach out to touch him again already missing the heavy feeling of him in your throat, but he brings you up.

"Let me have a taste of you too." he says quickly pulling up his pants back on not bothering to do the belt properly, when you are face to face with him. He kisses you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue, a reminder what you just did. You keep kissing as he walks you into the living room, blindly stumbling towards the couch, but he catches you. His hands steady on you, always holding you and you trust him completely.

He spins you around, bending you over the back of the couch. He presses himself behind you, kissing your shoulder, his hands quickly moving to the top of your dress

"I need you so bad." he kisses along your spine, moving lower and lower. He bunches up your dress along your hips, exposing you to him.

"You have me." you say, turning your head to look at him, holding yourself up on the couch.

He exhales loudly, as he squeezes your ass, only a thong separating you from him. "I've been thinking about this all day" he says kneeling down behind you. He is so impatient, so pent up and so inlove with you, he feels everything at the same time. He touches you through your underwear.

"So wet." you feel his breath in between your legs. You've never been with someone who loves giving head as much as him, he would put your pleasure above his own any day.

After continuing to touch you through the fabric, feeling your folds, hearing your impatient frustrated moans spurs him on, so he finally moved your underwear to the side and dives in immediately. He pushes you further into the couch with a firm hand on your lower back, you arch for him to have better access.

"The prettiest pussy and all for me." He spreads you with his two fingers and licks a long stripe from your clit to the hole, he feels it clench under his tongue. He is obsessed with how sensitive you are, your taste the most delicious to him. He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard, you buck your hips into him. You were already getting close by giving him head and all the pretty sounds you were able to pull from him, you feel like you won't last long.

He continues to make out with your cunt, his eyes are closed, eyebrows furrowed, listening to every little sound you make, focusing on what makes you twitch the most, moan the loudest. He moves his head from side to side, which makes you arch even further.

"Please, Joost, don't stop. I'm almost there" you plead to him.

You feel him smile against your folds, it is so messy, you feel your thighs are wet when he pulls back and starts do draw fast wide circles around your folds, the sounds your pussy is making would embarrass you, if you weren't so lost in the building climax you feel in your lower stomach, pulsing through your whole body, your mind blurry, you keep repeating his name over and over, which makes him impossibly hard. You see him move his own hand between his legs, palming himself through the pants, groaning into your core.

"I need you inside of me. Please." you manage to say.

He would love nothing more in that moment, he stands up, pulls down his pants and underwear in one movement. His tip an angry shade of red, balls heavy, you turn your head forward, moving your hips closer to him, inviting him in.

"Quickly" you whine.

He is holding your hip with one hand, while he holds his dick in the other hand, slowly moving it through your folds, collecting your slick.

"Can you go again after?" he asks, his voice breathy.

"Can you?" you turn to him, placing your hand over his own on your hip, to feel more of him.

He chuckles. His tip catches your hole, pushing in. You both inhale at the same time. "You are in for a fun time today" he says, as he pushes in further, you are so wet, it is so easy for him. He bends over to be closer to you.

His heart runs like an engine as he bullies his drooling cock up against your soft cunt. His words close to your ear, nothing but filthy praise, about how you are perfect for him, that you were made for him, he loves you. His hips meet yours in a fast pace behind you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. As soon as he moves his hand to draw circles around your clit, you scream out his name and gush all over him, squeezing him impossibly tight, which makes him lose his pace. It triggers his own release, after a few more pumps, you feel his cum paint your walls, there is so much, it starts to trickle down your thighs. He collapses on top of you, barely able to catch himself putting his hands on either side of you on the couch. His white shirt is sticking to his skin with how sweaty he is.

You feel he is still not fully soft inside of you. The stamina he has today makes you excited, because you are also ready for more.

You wince when he pulls out.

"Was that not too rough? Sorry, we didn't even make it to the bedroom." he asks, while his eyes are trained between your legs, it is so wet and shiny with both of your releases. He is almost hypnotised.

"I can't even catch my breath still. I don't think we could have possibly made it to the bedroom." you say and you both laugh.

He helps you stand up, you stand in front of him, moving your hands behind you undoing the zipper and slipping out of your dress, leaving it on the floor. He watches you intently, your naked figure in front of him. It is dark in the room, only a street light coming from the window and low light from the hall illuminating you.

"You are so beautiful." he repeats the words he says to you every day, no matter if you are in your pyjamas or full make up and expensive dress, if he was a painter he would paint you and only you. He gives you so many compliments, you started to believe them, boosting your self confidence, which you are thankful for.

"It is your turn now." you undo his tie, throwing it on top of your dress. He starts undoing the buttons on his shirt, while you move towards the bedroom.

You are both completely naked when you fall on the bed. You lay on the pillows, he slowly crawls on top of you, kissing your calfs, your thighs, as you spread your legs apart, giving him more space. He continues kissing his way up, your stomach, stopping on your chest, focusing on your tits. He looks into your eyes, when he takes your nipple into his mouth, playing with it with his tongue, sucking in. You arch your back, whining and moving your hands to his head, holding him close. His hand moves to touch your other boob, squeezing it, twisting and pulling the nipple, enjoying your moans. You feel so good in his mouth. He moves to the other nipple, changing hands to play with the shiny wet nipple from his spit.

You start lifting your hips to meet his, his cock lays heavy on your lower stomach. You pull on his hair to get his attention, he moves his hands in between your legs, you are so warm and wet at his touch.

He looks up at you, letting go of your nipple, moving further up closer to your face.

"You ready to go again?" you ask him, placing your hand on the side of his face, wiping the residue of you on his chin.

He kisses you, and you melt under him immediately. His lips ever so soft capturing yours.

"Yes." he says sitting up. "Are you?" he moves his hands from your neck slowly down to your chest, feeling your fast heartbeat, matching his own, down to your lower stomach. His thumb presses on your clit, your hips lift on their own, a whine escaping your lips, still overstimulated, but it feels so good at the same time. He sees you clench around nothing, waiting for him.

"Don't tease, Joost. Put it in." you reach out to touch his cock. You move your hand up and down his shaft, but he takes control again. He holds himself by the base, leaning in closer, he aligns your hips, putting his cock onto your lower stomach, the tip almost reaching your bellybutton, seeing how deep it will go in. The sight makes his breath catch. The tip leaves a wet spot on your skin.

"I love you so much." he says as he finally reaches your hole, sliding in. He moves your thighs further apart, holding them. He watches your face, your expressions helping him set the pace, seeing what makes you moan louder and what movements make you clench around him. He builds the thrusts around your pleasure. Your arms cling to his your thighs.

"Feels so good" your head falls back on the pillows.

"Look at me, baby" he moves your head back to look at him. "I want to see you when you cum on my dick." each word is followed by a harder thrust. One of his hands moves to touch your nipple, letting go of your thighs. The other hand draws fast circles around your clit. He rolls his hips just the way you like, you feel your climax envelope your entire body, from your toes to the tips of your fingers. He lets you ride out your high, your hips moving on him, his hands moving softly on your sides. His dick keeping you full.

"That's it baby. That's it. So good for me" he praises you.

You come to your senses and feel him pull out. You start to flip on your stomach, thinking he wants to change positions.

"No, wait." he stops you, laying you on your back. His hands come to your chest, squeezing your boobs together. You are confused for a second, following his gaze on your chest, when you realize.

"Do you want to fuck my tits?" you ask. You could tell he wanted to do it for awhile, but he wouldn't bring it up for some reason. You wish he would believe your words, when you say you would let him do anything. You trust him completely.

"Yes. Would that be okay?" he asks meeting your eyes unsure.

"Yes. Come here" you push your boobs together. He can't believe the sight in front of him. He gets even harder than before. He moves his hand to your pussy, covering his hand in your release, when he brings it in the valley between your boobs, making it slippery.

"You are so nasty." you say. He always loves it messy, even prefers to cum on your stomach or chest, spreading it after, but truly you don't mind.

"And you love it." he says and spits, holding your boobs together, making it even more wet. He plays with your nipples, twisting them in between his pointer finger and thumb, as he moves to straddle you closer, making sure not to put his weight on you.

You help him hold your boobs, when he lines himself in the valley of your breasts. He tries to move, his head falling back with a loud groan, it feels so good. You watch his face contorted in pleasure. He keeps moving his hips, as you squeeze your boobs tighter around him.

"Oh fuck, liefje." one of his hands move to the backboard of the bed for leverage. You open your mouth catching his tip when he thrusts in. He moans at that, his mouth agape, looking down at you.

"Do that again." you oblige and keep your mouth open. He keeps thrusting in and out, his tip staying in your mouth. You move your hand to cup his balls, feeling the tender skin. You make sure to place your tongue on his slit on his next thrust.

"Feels so good. So good." his brain is a mush at this point, he starts to chase his high, moving faster. Your neck is getting tired, so he hold you by the back of your head.

"I'm so close, gonna cum." he warns you, in case you want him to move away. But you hum around him, sucking him harder. He shuts his eyes shut, after a few more thrusts he cums in your mouth, but pulls out and also finishes on your chest. His own chest is contracting in shallow breaths, he plops down next to you on the bed, his legs can't hold him anymore. You feel his warm release on your chest, which he can't stop looking at and starts massaging it into your tits.

"Joost." you whine. "You are such a freak." you swat his hands away laughing.

"And what if I did this?" he leans in quickly and puts your nipple into his mouth, feeling it wet with his spit and his own release. You squeal at feeling, pulling his hair.

"The biggest freak ever." a giggle escapes you. "Let's get in the shower."

After you get back all clean, you show him the other polaroids you took, but didn't end up choosing for the final surprise. He inspects every single one, commenting on what he likes about each one and makes you promise you will wear the underwear set you wore for it tomorrow.

He is already planning on giving you a nude polaroid photo of himself to match yours.

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shy boys with unexpectedly good dick are great, don’t get me wrong… but i also love, love, LOVE dudes who are annoyingly cocky but still provide what they’re selling

like speak your truth, king

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joost at splash! festival last year

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he definitely fucks but there’s no way he fucks normal

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30 MINUTE BOYFRIEND

I think you're pretty I think you know that You got a boyfriend You just forgot him, that's all

WARNING! Explicit RPF! 

Summary: You grow tired of only ever seeing the star through the lens of your camera, you want him up close and personal as much as he will let you, and maybe tonight is your lucky night if you play your cards right. 

Word count: 7.8k

CW: 18+, f! reader, alcohol, semi public sex (bathroom), no specific body descriptions, reader is working as a photographer just imagine u r one, cheating but not really (it is nothing bad or angsty I promise!) 

Tonight was another one of Joost’s concerts, you had been to the last two in different cities, it is for work you try to tell yourself, and now you are in front of him once again only daring to look at him through the lens of your camera. He had caught your eye from the first time you had seen him on stage, a magnetic energy that made you feel like you were being pulled by invisible strings. And this night it is no different, he really is something else, the public absolutely adores him, his music is great too which helps, but it is just his presence alone that has people hypnotized, chanting his name back at him. You raise the camera to continue capturing his image as he moves around, a man larger than life you think, he looks down at you and smiles widely, your fingers move instantly to capture the moment and you feel the wind knocked out of your lungs. At that moment you feel endlessly thankful for the darkness surrounding you so he can’t see how your cheeks had gone up in flames. 

The show comes to an end far too quick, you could stay here just looking at him for the rest of the night and be perfectly content, but you have to get back home. After he leaves the stage you stay standing still for a couple minutes gathering your belongings before a security guard waves at you.

“You can come backstage” He quickly says before motioning for you to follow.

Photographers could come backstage? Or just you? You distantly wonder but not one to waste your good luck you follow through the dark corridors until you reach a door. At the other side you can hear the sound of music and chatter, the camera feel so heavy on your hands before you put it away in your purse. You are thankful you remembered to wear your nicest skirt, a blouse with generous cleavage and exfoliate in the shower … wait, what were you even planning? You shake your head to stop the fantasy for becoming any more real.

As you go to knock on the door it suddenly opens, and there you are face to face with the man that has kept accidentally popping up in your dreams, panting and sweaty on top of you on nights when you are so lonely and so needy.

“Welcome” He says smirk on his face looking down at you. “Come in” He gestures with his head for emphasis and waits for you to walk in before closing the door behind, you feel his gaze scan up your exposed legs it makes you shiver slightly. He walks past you towards the drinks and opens a beer for you.

“Thanks” You say reaching your hand towards him, he keeps his hand on the bottle for a second too long you feel his warm skin on the edge of your hand, there is a nice volt of electricity there, you can feel the chemistry, you hope it is real and not just your fantasies running wild but sadly soon enough someone calls for him, he lets go with a last apologetic smile and leaves you on your own. 

You try to enjoy yourself and calm down nursing the beer in your hands slowly. You find people to talk to, it’s a nice atmosphere and you try really hard to concentrate on what the conversation is about but your eyes keep finding Joost in the crowd, not that hard since his pretty golden hair shines like a halo above everyone and he keeps searching for you too, when your gazes meet he smiles softly as do you, it almost feels like complicity. He sees you are talking to Alanis he prays to every god he doesn’t belive in that she invites you to the bar they are going to after. What feels like an eternity later he is rewarded when he sees you again at the counter of the bar asking for a drink. You are so pretty, truth be told he had noticed you already at his earlier concerts, but you don’t have to know that yet. He sees you have caught a couple other eyes and of course you would, so beautiful and all alone but he swipes in quickly before anyone else can have a chance to talk to you. He crosses the bar on long strides from where he was standing with his friends and reaches you easily. From behind you he comes closer and asks in a whisper dangerously close to your ear.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He can smell the sweet scent of your shampoo.

You feel his breath prickle at the skin of your neck, the deep bass on it makes you wanna drop your panties already, it would be embarrassing if it wasn’t so good. You turn from the bar slightly looking up at him from under long lashes, like this, the height difference feels even larger, so close you swear you can almost feel the heat emanating from his body. “Sure” you say coyly smiling up at him.

He orders himself a drink and pays for yours, tells the bartender your drinks are on him tonight. You bite your lip as he guides you to a little table in the corner hidden away from any wandering eyes. 

You sit together in opposite sites of the small table before he speaks again. “I saw you at the show last week and the week before that” He says while he drinks.

You suck from the straw of your drink and look up at him meeting his eyes, you stare for a while before speaking “Yeah you are good and it is my job.” You shrug slightly as if you hadn’t been eagerly trying to specifically go to his shows.

You ask him about the places he has been to and he asks about the artists you have photographed, time passes quickly, he is easy to talk to and his face is so nice to look at you play on a fantasy where this could be part of your every day but sadly deep down you know it is only a game of pretend. You don’t dwell on it too long, you have such a handsome man in front of you and all his attention, you feel electric.

“You are very photogenic” It escapes your mouth in the middle of the conversation, you see a nice shade of red dye his cheeks only for a second before he composes himself.

“Yeah?” He asks you nod sweetly, finishing your drink in a gulp. He does the same and raises his hand to the bartender signaling for him to bring you another.

“You are very pretty” He says in a whisper after your drinks are dropped. You bloom even more beautiful under his comment. “You must have a boyfriend” He says, you feel tension built up uncomfortably under your skin, you were hoping to avoid the topic and play a little longer in your imagination, you cross your legs under the table and lightly hit his legs in the process. He notices how you make no effort to reply, it sends a soft pang of pain to his heart feeling a mixture of jealousy and disappointment, you are so beautiful of course he wouldn’t be lucky enough to think you were single. And yet, the way you seem to melt under his gaze ignites a strange curiosity he has never felt before, a sort of hunger and possessiveness that continues to move him forward. He raises an eyebrow at you questioning, not angry but more amused now. “Should I call you a cab? I’m sure your boyfriend must be worried sick about you at this time” He makes a show of checking the time on his watch, you look up at him slightly annoyed, slightly ashamed. You had been discovered but hey you hadn’t done anything wrong, not yet at least. You were just drinking and talking, that is fine, right? That is not cheating, right? There is a pretty blush on your cheeks, he likes it, wonders how much further he should push, he has no interest in making you uncomfortable but you look so cute slightly scared like you were caught red handed.

“I don’t need a cab” You mumble softly against your drink avoiding his eyes now. 

He lets the tension build for what feels like hours but is realistically just minutes content with just watching you suck on the straw of your drink and letting his mind wonder off into what other things your pretty mouth can do.

“I see” He takes a deep swing from his drink then continues “Well lucky for me then” You look up at him surprised and he winks at you.

You feel your heart beat in your throat it feels like you were in the race of your life, losing steam and suddenly got a hit of adrenaline. You didn’t realize you could still get everything you had been wanting and more. “So… you don’t care?” You ask almost regretting it instantly, afraid you might just have destroyed your own fantasy, but he just seems delighted that you want him so bad to throw your morals away even if you just met him.

He shakes his head softly “No I don’t” You uncross your legs nervously again knocking against his long legs, he traps your ankle between his feet keeping it at place. “Why would the person with the advantage fight fair?” He asks and you can feel the earth stop moving beneath you. You feel time stop before you can process what he just said.

You smile back at him playful, maybe you do have the winning hand tonight and with that you feel emboldened to keep betting. 

“But honestly, if I were your boyfriend I don’t think I could stand to be away from you even for a second, would have to take you everywhere with me.” He says nonchalant, letting his eyes travel all over your figure, you feel shy under his gaze now, you wanna hide but also show him everything. He cranes his head playfully to the side.

“Yeah?” You say not really asking for confirmation but just to say something because your brain has become so fried you can barley breath and blink at the same time.

“Yes, I think if I was him I would be devastated” He makes a fake sad face, it makes you laugh he likes that, he wants to get used to that, wishes he could have your pretty face laughing at his stupid jokes every day, knows he can’t. It makes him ache with something like nostalgia but more than anything makes him want to savor his time with you all the more.

“Is he bad?” He asks, doesn't know why but can’t stop himself.

“No” You shake your head, drink more “He is actually pretty decent guy, but honestly he is not you” The words go right for his ego, he feels his chest expand, his face breaks into a smile he can’t contain, he feels a weird sort of pride.

“I could take care of you” Again he is saying just anything that comes to mind, the filter between his brain and his mouth seems completely gone. You are too pretty, your hair smells so good, he feels the warmth of your skin between his legs in the ankle he has trapped, he wants to know what you taste like, how your moans sound like, if you have any beauty marks under your clothes, and he doesn’t have it in him to leave without answering all his questions.

“I don’t know, I am the type that gets bored easily” You reply, grinning smugly, he likes that, you are smart and quick with your mouth, he feels like he could get off on that alone, on trying to keep you eternally amused.

“I would fly you around the world you wouldn’t have time to get bored”

“Yeah, and where will you take me?” You look stunning even under the shitty bar lights, he has to keep this going no matter what.

“Anywhere you want to go” You laugh, he is a little ridiculous it is painfully more endearing than you want it to be, you shouldn’t be feeling so many butterflies over something that won’t last, over something you can’t have. You shake your head, finish your drink and he does the same before, he orders another round. You look at him from across the table he could have anyone he wanted, not just because he is a star but because he is unfairly handsome, painfully funny and terribly cute.

“Does this usually work for you?” You ask when your drinks arrive, he shrugs  and starts drinking.

“Not important” He looks away smiling then adds “It only has to work on you” he looks up at you from under his almost white eyelashes. You feel yourself throb between the thighs. You hold his gaze and start moving your leg between his, softly caressing against the fabric of his jeans, desperate for any contact, he looks hungry it feels so inviting, you can’t help yourself. 

Even if you want to speak and keep the night going you can’t concentrate on anything and you can’t even hold his gaze for any longer. You look down at the table trying to count the ridges,  analyze the wood, the color, anything that will keep you grounded from jumping over it into his lap. When you look back up he seems preoccupied with something else, you follow his gaze and he is looking right down your blouse at the valley of your breasts pupils blown so wide his eyes look almost black, you smile to yourself.

“Are you looking at my boobs?” You raise an eyebrow so amused, he looks up at you quickly like he got caught with his hand inside the cookie jar, his eyes can’t stop bouncing from your eyes to your lips as you suck seductively on the straw.

“No I wasn’t” he says his voice heavy with lust, lower than it already was, it goes straight to your cunt making you wetter by the second. You raise your eyebrow again, disbelief all etched on your face, it is cute that he tries to lie. “Okay, yeah I was, sorry” He smiles sheepishly you laugh and reach your hand over the small shared table, your knees knock against his under the wood as you grab him, you feel the warm skin under your palm, so soft,  you wonder if the rest of him is like that.

You rest the weight of your body on your elbow carefully balanced next to your abandoned drink as you reach over closing the distance between you two and sealing your lips to his. He melts under your touch, closes his eyes quickly to concentrate on the feel of your skin on his, eager to deepen the kiss, but you pull back too fast. You stand from the table and turn away, he looks expectant almost scared that you are gonna leave and call it a night without even giving him your name or your number. You look over your shoulder at his face. “Meet me in the bathroom”.

He has to hold himself back from springing up instantly. His hand holding onto the table, white knuckles, but he makes a show of slowly downing the rest of his drink as his eyes follow your figure disappearing into the sea of people and then popping up again at the start of the hallway leading to the bathroom. He gives you a couple minutes so it won’t be too obvious that he is following, but really he can’t be bothered by how this looks from the outside when he is already drunk on you. He gets up clumsily, knees hitting against the underside of the table and making the glasses on it fall, he cant be bothered to pick up, like you are pulling him by an invisible string he finds himself quickly making his way through the path you seem to have marked for him until he is right outside the door. He thinks of knocking, but almost as if you could feel his presence you open the door quickly smiling up at him.

“Welcome” You say in a sultry tone, he imagines this is what sailors felt right before mermaids pulled them under the water.

You grab at the collar of his shirt and pull him quickly inside closing the door behind. You push yourself to your tip toes crashing your lips against his, uncoordinated, far too eager and desperate but he grabs hold of your face gently moves you finding the perfect rhythm to kiss you back, deeply. You are not fond of cigarettes but from his lips it taste heavenly you try to chase the taste as covertly as possibly, he explores your mouth with his tongue feeling the shape of your teeth, you taste like the sweet liquor you were downing, he wishes he knew your real taste, he licks at your tongue, you all but melt on his hands holding onto his forearms trying to stop yourself from becoming a puddle on the floor. 

You pull away softly trying to breath, you look up at him and giggle amused seeing the spit connecting your mouths, he looks disheveled, his hair slightly tussled, his shirt crumpled from where you pulled him, you take a step back until you feel the back of the sink counter on your upper thighs, you rest your hands on it and lift yourself easily on top. Now sitting on the counter you wait to see what he does next, crooking your head to the side. He thinks you look like straight out of a fantasy, the red glow of the bathroom light making you look delicious, he doesn’t have any idea what he has stumbled on, you look otherworldly as you laugh at his dumbfounded expression. His hands are resting heavily by his side not quite knowing what to do next, what he is allowed to do, but so eager to take whatever you throw at him. You grab at his hands like you are reading his thoughts again or perhaps he is so drunk on the adrenaline he has been speaking out loud this whole time, he should have a mind to be embarrassed if he wasn’t so busy trying to memorize every inch of your heavenly body in front of him. He feels your soft palms under his hands, small and so sweet, you bring him closer pulling lightly, you put his hands on your hips and let them rest there.

“You can touch me you know?” You whisper.

His palms feel so heavy on your hips he starts moving his hands lower, leading to the softens of your upper thighs, dangerously close to the hem of your skirt that is doing very little to cover your already soaked panties. He seems exploratory, without rush, even when the door has no lock and truthfully anyone could walk in any second, but he just wants to savor this so badly he doesn’t care. His hands start wondering up under the fabric, he looks up at you, you nod lightly, he lifts your skirt towards your stomach he feels a little breathless, the black material of your panties completely soaked clinging to your skin, hiding nothing from his hungry eyes, he feels entranced, can’t look away. He sees the crease between you pussy lips, wants a taste so bad, gets a little nervous, scared that he is pushing his luck. The tips of his fingers move between your legs swiping softly against the wet fabric, you moan when his thumb graces your engorged clit, he takes mental note, continues moving in circles right where you want him. You spread you legs wider to make more room for him, he comes closer, quickly with both hands lifts your legs up resting your feet on the counter to give himself more access. You feel naked despite the layers of clothing still separating you. He moves back quickly to your core, feels how hot you are under his touch, he looks up slightly, you look divine, with your pretty face looking down on him expectantly. He is sure you are biting your lip bloody, he applies more pressure on your clit on circular motions, you push you hips upwards chasing it.

“Please” you don’t know what you are asking for and neither does him but you are so polite and sweet he could never dream of denying you.

“How do you usually touch yourself?” His voice feel so far away and yet the only thing that grounds you to reality. “Like this?” He asks increasing the pressure, picking up to a punishing pace on your sensitive clit, you shake you head no, take a deep breath before replying.

“Slower” He does as he is told, he was asking you for instructions you belatedly realize, it makes you blush furiously if it is even possible for your skin to turn any redder.

The pressure of his fingers on your pearl has you panting furiously and you feel wetness gush from you hole, he sees you coming undone right there and quickly moves your panties to the side, your sticky sweetness making shiny threads connect to the fabric, he doesn’t know if he has ever seen something hotter in his life. “Do you use your fingers inside?” He doesn’t wait for a reply, doesn’t know if you would even be able to give one right now. His thumb stays tight against you most sensitive spot while he moves his index exploratory towards your hole, slowly he pushes inside, little by little, you are so wet and warm he thrust his finger inside a couple times before adding another and you feel the delicious stretch of them, so much bigger than your own, you think he has probably ruined it for you,  you are always gonna be chasing this high and never being able to match it. He doesn’t give you time to think curving his fingers expertly inside you finding the spongey spot that makes your thighs shake furiously. 

While he continues to finger you within an inch of your life his other hand moves up your body, massaging softly at your breast. You help him pushing down your blouse and blindly unclasping at your bra, you let him ogle at your naked chest as he pleases, but he is never once distracted from your pleasure. His hand reaches up and touches softly at your tits  like he is kneading dough, pushing  up softly he feels your heart beating wildly right under the surface.

“Such pretty tits” he doles out sweet praises onto you not because you need it, but because it is true.

He can’t keep denying himself any longer, if he can only have you right now he wants to have everything. “Can I eat your pussy?” He asks bluntly before you can reply he is already moving his face towards your center and only stops to look up for confirmation when he is already a breath way from you, you nod dumbfounded, don’t know if there was any other option really. He kisses above your clit, you do your best to fight back you budding orgasm. He takes a long lick up your cunt you mewl instantly, he uses his fingers to part your folds, taste you better, make you hotter. You feel the insistent tip of his tongue against your swollen clit, rapid breathes leaving your mouth, while he continues to work his fingers inside you, you want to hold his face in place and use him to get off but you have half the mind to keep your hands trained on the counter. He is so greedy, like you taste delicious, he wraps his swollen lips on your clit and starts sucking harshly your hips keep moving beyond your control he grabs hold of you with one hand to try to keep you in place so he can keep at his job. He is lapping deep into your cunt, he feels you tighten on his tongue, your clit impossibly hard against the tip of his nose. 

He stops for a second long enough to talk right against your cunt, it almost feel like he isn't even asking you.

“If I make you cum now, will you be able to cum on my dick after?” He is looking directly at the way you keep gushing all over his tattooed fingers, it feels so dirty you have never felt more naked. He keeps working on your hole, keeps hitting your g-spot, you are a panting mess feel so light like you can float away any second but you make an effort to reply.

“I don’t know, are you a good fuck?” That makes him laugh, he looks up from between your thighs, smirk on his face, you look divine, a nice sheen of sweat over your breasts, perked nipples hard and demanding attention and pretty face completely ruined.

“Yeah the best you are gonna have in your life, liefde” The pet name makes your cunt start to tighten on his fingers, he wants to remember how it feels like knowing he won’t be able to later with the condom on.

You nod eagerly, your smart mouth seems to have left you alone and he feels so  proud of himself. He quickly goes back to suck at your clit while his fingers scissors deep into your cunt preparing you for what is next. He is moving on instinct alone, already thinking about how pretty you are gonna look taking his cock, how beautifully your tits will bounce on his face, how many more love marks he is gonna leave on your neck so you will remember him. You can’t help yourself your hands fly to his hair it feels so soft under your fingers you keep his face on place your hips wildly bucking up chasing your climax, he smiles under your grip, and then it happens, the knot breaks and you free fall into him. He continues to work his digits inside your heat, sucking hard at your bud then licking gently to help you ride what is left of your high unlit you stop grinding against his face. He places a sweet kiss to your cunt, it makes your heart skip a beat. With his fingers still deep inside you he raises again in front of you feeling the ways in which your sensitive walls are still twitching on his digits. He pulls his fingers out slowly watches intently as your cunt clenches against the cold air, so terribly lonely. You look at him through glossy eyes he can’t tell if you are drunk or just fucked out. 

You grab at his shirt pull him closer, wrap your legs on his hips, kiss his mouth and taste the musk on his tongue, suck at his lips. He rest his forehead against yours just for a second trying to catch his breath too. You pepper kisses on his face wherever you can reach. Your hands at his neck slowly move down his body feeling the softness of his chest, wondering downwards  over his stomach and stopping at the buckle of his belt, you quickly make work of it and he finally releases a breath he was holding on. He is painfully hard in his boxers, you wanna tease him for hours, see him come undone in your palms, he looks like he even cries pretty, but he just ate your pussy so good you have no fighting spirit left. You start stroking him through the fabric, his hips chase your touch softly thrusting in your hands, you continue kissing at his face, then nose at his jaw so he will give you access to his delicious throat, he understand and does so, you start placing open mouthed kisses right under his pulse feeling how burning hot his skin is as you sooth with you tongue.

You look up at him “Can I?” You say coyly fingertips toying with the band of his underwear he nods eagerly placing another kiss on your lips, so greedy, so hungry, he almost misses your mouth, but it is okay you guide him, your teeth crash a little but then he is again kissing you deeply, you love feeling his tongue inside your mouth. 

His dick is so heavy on your hand and excruciatingly hard, a pretty shade of pink at the tip, precum already leaking just from eating you out. His size gives you pause, you know the stretch will hurt in a delightful way, maybe you will feel sore tomorrow, all the better you want to remember this forever. He is panting softly against your neck as he thrust in the velvety soft heat of your hands.

“Do I have to sign an NDA to ride that?” You whisper against his ear, his dick twitches happily. You are funny, it is really bad for him he doesn’t want this to end at all and yet he is already fantasizing about cumming deep in you.

“Does this size come with insurance?” You keep running your mouth like you are nervous, but having such a beautiful woman gush about how big his dick is is too good to stop you so he just presses open mouthed kisses at your neck sucking and biting at the skin to leave your mouth free and listen to everything you have to say, every moan and every sound.

You grab his length with one hand and start grinding the tip with the palm of the other, he moans in your ear, he seems to be running  quickly to his climax, the muscles of his stomach tightening and his breath becoming labored.

“Enough schat, I need to fuck you now” He bites at your neck, you nod against his teeth eagerly and let go of his length. “Get down here, turn around, hands on the counter.”

He sounds so commanding you don’t even stop to question it, you feel so small in a way that excites you just like when you are looking at him up on stage. You do as you are told quickly, turning around and placing your hands on the cold tile, you take a deep breath in as you hear the soft sound of fabric dropping. Accidentally you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror make up runny, hair messy, tits out and skirt pulled up, you don’t even know where your panties ended up, you feel your cheeks heat up quickly at the sight and look away, he chuckles behind you, he thinks you look like a dream.

He is not used to the rockstar life to be quiet honest, he is not the one - night stand type, not that he doesn’t do it on occasion, but it is just not what he is really looking for, but maybe you are exactly what he has been chasing after. He pulls the wallet from his back pocket he takes out a condom he keeps on him ripping the package. In front of him you hear the recognizable sound and search for his face on the mirror in front of you.

“You don’t have to, I am clean and on the pill” The words spill out of your mouth almost unwilling, it should be humiliating, to be so desperate to feel him raw inside you, by all means he is a stranger, but the air feel so heavy with lust you cannot be expected to think rationally, you just need him. You can see hesitation fly through his face. “Please I want to feel you” Your hand moves south to emphasize your point, towards your core, you feel his eyes focus on your fingers softly playing with your clit as your hole clenches around nothing.

He should take you out on a date first, a proper one and wear a white button down, maybe a tie too, use the expensive perfume he got in Paris, look for a nice restaurant, the kind he doesn’t go to often, ask for champagne and dessert whatever you want, one of every dish, maybe he should rent out the whole restaurant how expensive can that be? Probably not much, it would be worth it for you, actually he should fly you to Paris, he should buy you the moon. He can’t think anymore he is getting dizzy, you crane your neck pleading eyes looking up at him like he is a god and he feels like it in that moment really at top of the world.

“Please” you whisper again softly.

He can’t hold back anymore, his morals all but melt away under your beautiful gaze. He nods putting his wallet away, he grabs hold of your hip with one big hand with the other he holds himself, stroking a couple times then pressing against the cleft of your asscheeks, you moan deliciously and throw you hair back, his sizes makes you shiver a little, you want him so badly. 

He starts pushing inside your cunt, you are soaked, he has to go slow, the stretch is painful but he is working slowly inch by inch to let you adjust, you make your best effort breathing through your nose trying to relax, he looks at your face so pretty on the mirror hanging low but your eyebrows knit together, the place where you are connected is glistening, your clit is so hard he wishes he had the time to eat you out for hours until you cry. He looks up your body again trying so hard to remember every details, all the moles, the small scars, the tan lines, he wants to ask where you got them, he wants to know everything about you. His eyes stop at the pendant hanging from a chain in you neck, a pretty little thing made of silver, it looks out of place with the rest of your jewelry, he thinks it might be important if you are wearing it even when it mismatches everything else. As he bottoms out on you he hears you moan his name loudly, if anyone was outside the bathroom they could easily hear. He takes a few deep breaths behind you resting his head on the top of yours, both hands on your hips, he wants to make this last, doesn’t know if he will be able to. 

His left hand starts moving up your stomach through the middle of your breast he grabs at the pendant, plays with it on his fingers, it catches your attention, he find your eyes in the mirror you look wrecked, and yet he wants to do worse.

“Did your boyfriend get you this?” He says as he starts thrusting into you slowly, tentatively, you look away and bite your lip no need to reply when he can already read you so well. “Oh really” He fakes surprise and emphasizes it with a long slow thrust “I feel bad for the poor guy, waiting at home for his pretty girlfriend while you get fucked in a bathroom by stranger” He pulls out slowly, your cunt spams around him fighting to keep him in, his voice is dripping with fake concern, each word is punctuated by a deep thrust that has you seeing stars.  You don’t want to but your pussy clenches at his dirty words. You could feel guilty, should feel guilty, if only his dick wasn’t hitting so deep that it makes you completely unable to think.

“Don’t be mean” You whine, you wanna cry, you feel humiliated dirty and all the more aroused you can feel yourself literally drip and if you looked down between your legs you would see a puddle of the mess he has made of you.

“Oh poor baby” He says in fake mockery kissing the side of you face, tears start pouring from your lash line, you don’t know if it is from the pleasure or the shame and you can’t care, he licks at them like it is delicious.

He keeps trusting inside you looking hypnotized at the way your tits bounce, the mirror is godsend, he sees how your mouth falls open in little whimpers, you are holding for dear life onto the counter, he builds a nice rhythm thrusts deeply inside your cunt stays for a breath then pulls out slowly, your face is constricted in beautiful pleasure. You don’t want to but you raise your head slowly and quickly look for his eyes, his face is twisted in the same pleasure as yours, you see him make effort to breath trough his nose, he is so beautiful it pains you, his cheeks are nicely red, there is a sheen of sweat on his forehead his hair messy against it, his chunky glasses slipping off his nose, it is so endearing. He meets your gaze, catches you looking lets go of your right side and fixes himself a bit, his hand then starts to softly snake to your front you can already read his moves you are still a little too sensitive but he kisses sweetly at the side of you head and you can’t say no, his fingers connect to your clit, you are so wet he moves easily in circles, he is gonna bring you to an orgasm again in no time.

“I - I can’t again” you say strained, shaking again, pawing at his hand away, he smiles at you moves his hand up your chest to hold you in place.

“Oh but you will, liefde. Don’t worry” . He fully lets go of your hips, now both his hands go to grab at your chest pulling at the skin of your nipples sending waves of pleasure though your body, making your spent clit twitch in agony.

“Do you want it harder, baby?” Without waiting for a reply he starts fucking harder into you, faster so much that you hear the slap of skin on skin fill the entire room. You feel yourself coming undone once again even if you don’t want it to end yet, the white heat you feel in your core threatening to explode any second, harder than the last one. The delicious stretch of his dick has your pussy pulling him back in each trust, you move your hips back against him without even noticing, he thinks you are heaven-send or the devil somewhere in between and maybe both at the same time. You pussy starts tightening, you feel every ridge and vein of his dick, the warmth of were you connect is almost too much, he moves one hand down from your tits, holds it right above your cunt, applies delicious pressure on your lower stomach and feels himself thrusting under his own palm, you scream at that completely lost to pleasure your pussy gushes on his cock without warning your mind goes blank it feels like a long strings has been cut, your ears are ringing, you don’t know where you are just feel the heath deep in your stomach threatening to burn you, he holds you through your orgasm kissing softly at your hair, saying how good you feel, how close he is, you hear it so far away like you are underwater in a perpetual estate of ecstasy.

“I need you baby” He whimpers in your ear tugging you closer like he wants you to become one.

The delicious spams of your cunt send him over the edge too, so thigh he can barely move inside, he thrust with all the strength he has left as deep as he can feeling your walls constrict against his velvety skin, he hears the wet smack of both of you releases as he continues to ride his high. Deep groans leaving his shiny lips with every movement. Finally he rests his head in the side of your neck right on your shoulder, he kisses at the skin there, anywhere he can touch with his lips to stay grounded, holds your hips with such strength it will surely leave a mark. Your hand reaches upwards and looks for his nape, you start softly scratching at the hair there while he tries to remember how to breath. 

After a long languid moment as you balance both your weights with one hand in the counter and the other tenderly caressing at his nape bringing him back down to earth, he lifts his head up and quickly starts pulling himself back together behind you. You fear he will quickly make an exit, it makes your heart hurt a bit even though it shouldn’t, but he surprises you when he doesn’t. He starts dressing you up again, fixing your bra and pulling your blouse up again, then he gets on his knees in front of you pulling your panties back up your legs, his cum is still dripping from your cunt you think to protest open your mouth, but feel his fingers pushing the release from your thighs back into your hole, you are so sensitive it almost hurts but it feel so good. He just kisses the edge of your lips before whispering in your ear.

“I want you to keep every drop inside you” He says without even looking at you as he pulls your skirt down over your ass.

This all feels more intimate than a bathroom hook up has the right to be it makes you feel dizzy and so loved you feel so good and yet you could cry at any second like a child whose toy will be taken away, you don’t want this to end. He sees the way your lip trembles he wants to keep you by his side forever, he pulls you close fixes your hair tenderly before he kisses your cheeks. He really isn’t built for one night stands. He cradles your head on his hands then kisses your forehead before mumbling against your tender lips “Come with me for a smoke” He is not really asking, you feel warm inside and nicely fucked so you keep the earlier banter you had going on.

“You are inviting me for your second hand smoke? Gross!” You say sticking your tongue out for emphasis he chuckles and grabs your hand opening the door as you walk out together. 

Outside the bar the cold wind hits your face, makes your hair dance wildly as you giggle, it sobers you up a bit but not too much, you look back at him as he looks in his pockets for his Camels, he extends a hand to you and you follow sweetly until you are tucked under his arm. Like this side by side you pull his lighter out of your pocket, you always carry it for him when you are together, a little possessive maybe, but you like the moment when he cranes his next towards you waiting with a cigarette hanging from his plump lips for you. You light it for him and he takes the first inhale and lets the smoke up towards the sky, always so careful to avoid blowing it on you. He extends his hand towards you instead of taking the cigarette off him you wrap your lips around the tip inhaling slowly looking up at him underneath heavy lashes, cheeks rosy and heart beating wildly just underneath.

“You are gonna be the death of me” he shakes his head chastising but his pupils blown out give away his true feelings.

There is a beat of silence where he just smokes peacefully before he opens his mouth again. “So you come here often?” His voice sounds so much deeper than usual.

“Fuck you Joost” You say, he laughs loudly into the night sky.

“Oh but you already did liefje” He is smiling so wide you imagine his face will hurt, he pulls the pendant, exactly the same as yours, from under his shirt and continues. “So are we done with the role-play?”

“Yes! I am sore, and sticky take me home already” You reach a hand to clean his face with your palm, he didn’t even bother cleaning himself properly, you see the glint of your cum still on his chin, it is so gross, it makes your cunt twitch almost painfully.

“Yes ma’am” He throws his hand in fake military salute, pulls his phone out to call for the car.

“Alanis thought we were fighting” You say smiling while he passes his cigarette back to you.

“Really?” He asks amused looking up from his phone.

“Yeah, she thought I was giving you the silent treatment in the backstage” He laughs, it is such a precious sound, you never wanna stop hearing it.

“If only she knew you are a pervert that has me acting porno scenarios” You hit him with your elbow in the stomach and he folds over laughing.

“Shut up, I still have your cum in my panties don’t give me shit.” He pulls you in and kisses you deeply while the car pulls up the curve.

“Was it good?” He asks, you nod eagerly placing one last peck on his lips. “Should we do sexy handy man next?” He moves his eyebrows in what you think has to be an attempt at being seductive but it is just endearing to you.

“You can’t even change a lightbulb” You laugh almost choking on the smoke and passing it back to him.

“I would learn for you” He says laughing too and opening the door for you before getting in.

And you know he would, he wants to do anything you say, jump at your every world, amuse you eternally, play along to all your strange whims. You will fall asleep on his bed, wearing one of his shirts, then drink his coffee in the morning, steal from his cigarettes and come up with a new game to play, but only with him, only ever him.

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MASTERLIST *ੈ✩‧₊˚ A/N: DID YOU LIKE THE PLOT TWIST!? hehe I don’t know if it was too easy to see it coming but I had so much fun writing this I hope you liked it too <3. Also some dialogue inspired by this bc he was acting insane on stage it is not my fault. | English is not my first language sorry for any mistakes! Ps. Again thank u so much for the all the interactions and comments/replies/tags it means the world to me <3 

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Belongings

Tags: established relationship, smut with tiny bit of plot, +18

Explicit RPF below don't interact if you are not comfortable with that

You watch Joost take things out of his pockets and put on the top of your dresser while he tells you about his day. The gesture is so simple, yet so intimate. You love seeing his belongings around your apartment, it serves as a little reminder that he is really yours.

He turns to you briefly and smiles to himself mid sentence at the fact that you are watching him so intently from your bed, already in your pyjamas. Your bed looks so warm and comfortable, it has been a miserable rainy day, he can't wait to get in and nestle into your waiting arms. His favorite place in the world.

He takes off his puffy jacket and leaves it on the chair nearby, revealing the hoodie he is wearing underneath. He throws his hat onto the same chair and runs a hand through his hair to tame it after wearing a hat all day. You see him reach into his pockets, taking out his phone, wallet, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter and random receipts he collected throughout the day, leaving it all on your dresser. You smile listening to him to talk and the sound of clatter.

He also puts the keys to your apartment next to the assortment of his belongings. You gave him the keys a couple of months ago, so that he could come over any time he wants or if you accidentally fall asleep waiting for him after a long day of working in the studio or traveling and he could still come in. He prefers coming straight to you instead of sleeping alone at his own place and coming over in the morning. He sleeps so much better in your embrace and especially after long hours he needs it. He put the keys you gave him on his own keychain next to all of his own, and added a charm which reminds him of you.

"There is leftover dinner in the kitchen, if you want." you say as he takes off his watch and rubs his wrist.

"We ordered takeaway to the studio, but thank you." he turns to look at you and smiles. Even a small gesture of offering him dinner wakes up the butterflies in his stomach. He loves being taken care of, knowing you cooked having him in mind spreads a warm feeling all over his body. He asks about your day, and while you tell him, he continues to undress watching you talk explaining something with your hands. He takes off his hoodie and it leaves him only in a tight white tank top and jeans.

You try to continue telling your story without stumbling over words, while he is leaning against your dresser, nodding listening you, his hard nipples and chest hair visible through the tank top. He truly is the most beautiful person you have ever laid your eyes own, not only is it difficult to talk under his gaze, you try not to drool at the sight before you.

"My eyes are up here." he points to his eyes with two fingers and laughs. He starts to take off his jeans, undoing the belt and zipper slowly, looking into your eyes, pulling it down his thighs slowly.

You whistle as if catcalling him as a joke. "Really hard to keep my eyes up there, hot stuff."

You've been together for quite some time now, but it never gets old seeing him undress before you. He turns around and folds the jeans putting them on the same chair his other clothes are piled on. You take the opportunity to admire how good his ass looks. As much as he loves giving you a light spank on your bottom in private when you walk past, you are obsessed with his as much.

He tries to act so tough and laugh it off, but you see him blush. At the same time your comments and seeing how much you love his body feeds his confidence and makes him bolder.

"Kind of unfair you are all covered under the blanket, don't you think?" he takes off his glasses and comes to stand at the end of the bed, as he takes off the tank top leaving him only in black Polo Ralph Lauren boxer briefs. His tattoos now on full display for you.

You move the blanket, feeling the cold air in the room invade your body, you pat the bed next to you inviting him in, your arms open. He moves quickly into your embrace, puts his arms tightly around you, and buries his head into your neck. You hear him let out a breath, tickling your neck.

"So nice to finally be back." he murmurs into your skin, you feel his body relax as he puts more of his weight on you. He faintly smells of a drink he must have had earlier and cigarettes. You wrap your arms around him, enjoying the feel and smell of him. One of your hands slowly moves in circles on his back, while the other is tangled in his hair. You notice how long it has gotten and remember the time when he asked if you could cut his hair during quarantine, when you were still friends and came to a mutual conclusion that you will stay at his apartment, because you both couldn't bear the thought of not seeing each other daily. You butchered the haircut horribly and it makes you chuckle at the memory.

He lifts his head, studying your face. His eyes are blazing, it might be a trick of the warm light coming from the bedside lamp, but you still feel the heat coming off of him. His gaze drops to your lips. He licks his own and leans in to kiss you. His soft lips touch yours and you melt under him, savouring the feeling. You can't help but moan as he moves you even closer to him, not leaving an inch of space between you. He angles his head to deepen the kiss, his moustache tickling your upper lip. As he moves on top of you, your pyjama top rides up a little and you feel his soft stomach press into yours.

"Did you miss me?" he asks as he pulls away.

You pretend to think, tapping your finger on your chin. "Umm. No, I didn't." you joke to tease him.

Corners of his lips turn into a smirk. "Yeah?"

He moves his leg to slip in between yours, slotting it perfectly against you. You stiffen a moan feeling his thigh stimulate you slightly, your arms tighten around his shoulders.

"Didn't miss me at all?" his arm moves under your top, slowly caressing your waist. His hand is still a little cold against your warm skin and it leaves a trace of goosebumps under his touch. He sees your eyes get darker with need.

You need more of him, you lean in to kiss him, but he leans away just out of your reach. "No no, admit it." he says a teasing note in his voice and smiles, a dimple revealing itself.

"You are unbelievable." you laugh and are once again proven that you can never out-tease him. He always wins in that game. "I missed you so much" you put your hands on the sides of his face and bring him closer, placing kisses on both his cheeks. "So so much" a kiss to his forehead. He is basking in your affection, his eyes closed, fully enjoying your words and actions. He jokes that he wants to hear you say that you missed him, but in reality he actually craves confirmation, even though in his heart he knows the truth already.

Your lips finally reach his. With a self-satisfied look he leans in closer whispering "That's right." His mouth catches yours roughly as he covers your body with his. You moan at the pressure and his hands tighten on your waist. Your lips part for his tongue, the tang of the drink he had and the taste of cigarettes tangling pleasantly in your mouth, because this taste belongs to him.

It feels like you are dissolving, turning into liquid under him. His mouth moves down your jaw, over your throat. Your hands scrape through his blonde hair, a little damp because he must have gotten caught in the rain outside. He lets out a low groan, his hand moving up to your chest, fingers brushing over your nipple. He keeps squeezing your boob with one hand, pinching and twisting your nipple, making your back arch, his leg which is still in between yours, adding delicious pressure.

He undoes the top buttons of your pyjama top to reveal your chest to him and continues to kiss lower down your neck, your collarbones, chest. "So beautiful" he says in between kisses finally reaching the neglected nipple, he wraps his lips around it sucking into his mouth. Your breath hitches and hands skim up his back, fingernails sinking into his warm smooth skin.

A loud moan escapes you. He doesn't tease you for it, it only urges him on further. You want him to see you like this and know he is the reason why. His hands move slowly to your sides, pressing himself flush against you, he starts to help you move against his leg slotted in between your legs. He feels how wet you got through your panties, a low hum rumbles through him.

"So wet for me already" his mouth moves to the side of your throat, teeth sinking into your collarbone. "You should not miss me more often."

Your laugh dies in your throat as he rolls his hips against your side, friction of his stomach and hard cock electric. "I bet I could slip right in already." his hand moves down your stomach, his hand looks big splayed on you, it makes your pussy clench at the thought. He stops at the waistband of your panties, looking up at you asking for permission.

"Please, Joost, don't stop." you whine giving him a green flag.

His fingers move past the waistband, reaching exactly where you need him, through your folds, feeling how wet you are. His finger enters you, feeling you squeeze tightly. He starts to move inside you, making scissoring motions and adding a second finger to stretch you and get ready for him. In return, you reach between you and palm him through his boxers. You want to feel him hot and bothered for you too.

"Fuck." he hisses, his head tilting back at your touch. You reach into his boxers, wrapping your hand around him, feeling his hard and heavy cock, tip already leaking pre-cum. You've always loved how much your pleasure turns him on. He groans as he moves himself within your hand.

You push his boxers down, and continue to stroke him with one hand.

"I want you inside of me." you say, your voice raspy from how worked up he got you.

He nods quickly and stands up to take off his underwear fully, at the same time you take off your top and panties, laying down ready for him. He crawls in bed, maintaining eye contact, until he settles in between your legs.

"I want you so bad." you say to him, encouraging him to continue.

"I love hearing you say it." he confesses, but you already knew it.

He moves his hand up and down his length a couple of times and leans in to line himself up with your hole and finally pushes into you. Slowly, carefully, his face only inches from yours. As much as he loves being adventurous with you in bed, trying new positions, missionary on days like this, when the thought of you wouldn't leave his head all day, seeing you so wet and ready for him, is all he wants.

As you move together, it is as if the world around you stops, you hear the rain drops hit against the window, but you are sure no one else exists in this moment, only the two of you.

His hands try to touch you everywhere at once, yours splayed across his shoulders. He looks into your eyes, trying to reach your soul. He thrusts deeper, harder.

"Fuck, Joost."

"Too much?" he asks, slowing.

You shake your head no, he understands and continues with no restraint.

"I thought about you all day." you say. "Thought about touching myself at the memory of us together. But I didn't, I was waiting for you." your voice breathy, from his thrusts.

Your words make his head spin. He can't believe you want him as much as he wants you. You feel him twitch inside of you. You don't want this moment to ever end.

"But even my imagination wouldn't be as good as this" you say. Your voice and confessions make it so hard for him to last.

"You are perfect." He leans in to kiss you. "Get on your hands and knees for me."

He helps you turn around, easily moving your body. He lines up and pushes back into you. You brace yourself on your arms, in this position he can reach even deeper, setting a steady pace. The sound of your mixed moans and skin slapping filling the room. You can feel the bulge forming in your stomach how deep he is in you.

One of his stays on your hip moving you as he wants, the other wraps around your torso to reach you clit, he starts to draw fast circles and your arms give out, your back arching for even a better angle for the both of you.

"You feel so good around me." he says, voice strained, thrusts getting harder and faster, his own peak nearing.

You bury your face into the pillow and let out a loud moan "Fuckfuckfuck, I'm cuming." as you reach your climax, he feels you squeeze impossibly tight around him. Something about this night, being so needy for him all day, watching him undress, seeing his belongings in every corner of your apartment made your climax the strongest in a while.

He manages a few more thrusts, his chest now pressed to your back, both hands holding your hips, chasing his own release. You are glad he is holding you, otherwise your legs would have given up too. With a low groan pressed tightly against you feel him release into you, as his thrusts come to a gradual stop, as he stuffs his cum inside of you.

He massages your asscheeks and starts to pull out, seeing your mixed release, trickle down your thigh.

He wants to keep it all in, but knows how overstimulated you must be, so he doesn't, instead he plops down next to you.

You put your head on his chest, which is now sticky with sweat, but you don't mind. You kiss his hairy chest, looking up at him, your eyes full of love for him.

He reaches down to kiss you, but he starts smiling so wide, it turns into a clash of teeth. You both laugh and then settle into comfortable silence, as you listen to his steady heartbeat and he draws mindless patterns on your arm with his fingers, enjoying the closeness.

"I am actually really keen on the leftover dinner." he says. "I just wanted you first."

He feels you laugh against his stomach. "Let's get cleaned up and then eat" you suggest.

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Beautiful

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Masterlist

rpf below

Random dating Joost headcanons (sfw and nsfw)

Necklace (nsfw)

seeing his last name dangle on your neck does things to him

Thought you'd hate me (nsfw)

rekindling feelings after a break up

Belongings (nsfw)

his belongings scattered across your apartment is a nice reminder that he really is yours

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CURRENTS ⋆⭒˚.⋆

PART 1: New Person, Same Old Mistakes

WARNING! Explicit RPF! 

Summary: You and Joost were never lovers, never friends but something in the middle that ended up hurting more, you meet again years later and many things have changed but others stay the same. 

Word count: 4.9k

CW: 18+, f! reader, friends with benefits, mentions of past sex, jealousy, angst, rekindling (?)

The fall had been hard and fast as much as you didn’t want it to. Joost was cute and funny, killer combo and you had great chemistry in bed, cherry on top. The problem was that he had just gotten out of a committed relationship and was not looking for that again, good, cool, totally fine, neither were you. That is what your twenties are for just, casual sex and silly mistakes and he was perfect for that, until it wasn’t so perfect. Because again, he was very cute and very funny and you could lie to yourself about your feelings only for so long before they became unbearable like an invisible hand slowly choking you. 

You and Joost had met one of those days where he had been jumping around from bar to bar getting wasted seeing where he would end the night to avoid ending at his own place all alone again. He had told you you caught his eyes because you had such a pretty face, but in truth he just liked your laughter, you had been with a group of friends and the sweet sound of it kept calling to him like a siren song. He had finally built courage to approach you. You were very beautiful but more than that you were fun, he liked that, he felt like he could talk to you for hours without it getting tiring but also he was very curious to know what you looked like underneath all your pretty clothes so after seeing the way you kept blushing when his eyes lingered on you he bluntly asked. 

“Your place or mine?” He said it with way more confidence than he felt, in those days it was what he did, just fake it until you make it, and somehow it worked, sometimes at least. You had faintly seen trough it but he was so handsome and had an aura about him that pulled people in so you decided to ignore the warning signs. 

“Mine” You replied with a grin. 

Whether it was a good or bad decision you had no idea but you were unwilling to let such an opportunity with such a man pass you by. He had eaten your pussy like a starved man kissing through the lace of your panties, licking and sucking at your folds, you had never come that hard before, never had met someone who did it like it was pleasurable for them too and not just a curtesy at most. When you saw him disappear between your legs at first you had almost stopped him too shy to have him that close to you but he spoke before you could even gather your words. 

“I’m thicker than most so you need this.” He smiled a little self satisfied then looked at your wet heat and added. “But really you have such a pretty pussy it would be a waste not to.” He licked his lips in anticipation and then made you see stars. 

You thought he was bluffing at first but he was honest and he had you melting in his embrace with a few thrust and his deft fingers on your clit. That night he made you cum over and over until you couldn’t take his touch.

“I can’t anymore I surrender.” You said in fake dramatics putting your hand over your hard beating heart, he had laughed, a beautiful sound in the middle of the night, he had the prettiest smile you think you had ever seen, with deep dimples that adorned his cheeks.

“Do you mind if I smoke?” He asked, getting up from bed, you shook your head. 

“Just open the window or my landlord will kill me.”

“Well we wouldn’t want the girl with the prettiest pussy ever dying.” He had said cigarette hanging from his lips as he cracked the window open. 

“You are kind of a pervert.” You said shaking your head embarrassed and hiding behind the covers as you felt yourself blushing at his bluntness, he looked back at you and smiled as he took his first drag.

“If it is only kind of then it is fine.” He blew the smoke outside the room slowly.

The image of him sitting on your chair, naked, smoking out of the window of your tiny apartment would become ingrained in your mind for years to come haunting you when you least expected it. 

In the morning he had woken up and left before you but he had written his number in a piece of paper in the back of one of your shopping lists. Sure, he had probably been the best sex you had ever had, perhaps a little too rough at times but you weren’t entirely sure if getting involved with him further was a good idea, he very clearly had his own thing going on and while you weren’t entirely looking for a relationship you also weren’t entirely not looking for it so you were scared you would end up just being a disturbance in the middle of his easy going life. So you just threw the paper away, promising yourself to just let this be a night of fun and nothing more. But that was not what destiny had in plans for you at all. 

One night after some exams were done your friend group decided to party, someone had gotten tickets for a live show and that is how most of you ended up in some dark venue downing the cheapest drinks you could get. Just your luck, he was the performer. As soon as you recognized him up on stage you felt the room start to move underneath your feet, you felt dizzy like you would float away and yet you couldn’t move at all as if glued to the floor by his magnetism. It was the first of many times you would see him preform but it was your favorite and the one you kept closest to your heart. He was fun and charismatic, had people chanting his music back to him and dancing happily, his stage presence shone brightly but it also felt authentic. Time later you would realize when he was on stage he was most honest and truly himself and when he was with you, well you didn’t really know what to belive. 

You stood there in the middle of moving bodies with booming bass pounding in your ears, completely enamored by his presence, and you knew you weren’t the only one. Out of the corner of your eyes you would see all the pretty girls close to the stage raising their hands to touch him, to get his attention. Star power underneath the surface waiting to come out, he was standing at the edge of greatness and didn’t even realize it. Knowing you had actually had him in your bed not so long ago filled you with a weird sense of pride, but seeing their sparkling eyes beaming up at him also gave you a weird sense of jealousy that you knew you had no right to. At some point during his set you felt you had caught his eye and he seemed to smile when he recognized you but quickly looked away so you must have imagined it. Yet when it all ended and people were quickly dispersing after he disappeared back stage you saw security guard signaling to you with his hand when you looked at him he said. 

”You can come backstage.”

Your friend elbowed you with a giggle. “I didn’t know you were a groupie.”

“Neither did I.” You shrugged quickly and waved goodbye to your group to follow the man to the back of the venue.

You moved through long corridors until you reached a small room filled with people drinking and talking that didn't even look up at you. He appeared right in front of you, still shirtless and sweaty with messy hair sticking to his forehead. 

“Hi!” He said still a little breathless before pulling you in.

You looked around, everyone was busy on their own conversations, he had offered you a beer and you took it.

“Brining girls backstage after your show is kinda trashy.” You said with a small smile, he took a sip of his own drink and shrugged lightly. 

“Well I only bring the prettiest ones so it isn’t as bad, no?”

That one had hurt uncomfortably, you didn’t know exactly why so you just took a sip of the beer avoiding his eyes. He noticed your silence and tried to get your attention back, he had been eagerly waiting for your call and when you didn’t he felt stupid for not asking for your number instead.  

“You didn’t call me.” He said matter of factly staring you down, you were hoping he wouldn’t bring it up, not really sure what your excuse should be for that, he continued. “You just used me for my body and threw me out!” He added faking an insulted tone covering at his chest with his hands, you rolled your eyes at him and laughed. 

“You got me” You said all sarcastic.

He giggled then bent down a little to speak directly in your ear. “Then use me again. Or was I that bad?”

You had snorted shaking your head, you blushed deeply, red blooming over your face quickly.  He liked making you laugh, pulling that sweet sound off your lips and making you blush too, you would become so impossibly beautiful when a pretty red blush adorned your face, those became his favorite pastimes in the months he would be with you.

You had taken him back to your place that night and many after. It started a routine of seeing each other multiple times per week and then almost every day for months. He liked how you became bolder every time you did it, glowed more beautiful in the night with the light of the lampshade and became more outspoken about your desires, shy at first but then couldn’t get enough of him, it made him feel desired and important in ways that he hadn't in a long time.  It made him feel wanted like never before, it made his heart ache hoping for more but too scared to ask for it. And he got better too, was eager to listen to your little whimpers and sounds and the things you liked that made you wetter and hungrier.

He genuinely liked you, having sex was great but he enjoyed listening to you talk about your day, things so mundane he wouldn’t even know about but when coming form your lips seemed so interesting. He enjoyed showering together, in the smallest shower he had ever seen, while you giggled and pushed him away when he tried to grab you just to end up making out naked in the couch because otherwise your water bill would be too high. He like learning what foods you liked and which you didn’t, trial and error with each take out he brought when he visited, seeing the way your eyes lit up when he made a good choice and how you had the tiniest of pouts when he made the wrong one but still always so grateful, it made his heart skip a beat every time he could learn a new expression of yours. He just really enjoyed your company and your time, sometimes he would bring food but your would be too busy for anything else so you would just share a meal while you did your university work and he played on his phone or watched TV, those days ended up becoming his favorites even though he never told you, because when you were done you would always just ask him to stay the night saying it was too late for him to leave and he would, he wanted you to ask him to stay forever.

He liked sleeping in your embrace and waking up before you did to look at your calm beauty, but he also often left before you woke up suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that this was no longer just a fling and he didn’t know what his next step was. 

He would sometimes stumble into your apartment after a show, a little tipsy and all red to the tip of his ears, smelling of smoke but with a pretty smile adorning his face, a face you could never say no to. You didn’t like it at first, the smell of cigarettes would linger on your bed sheets but habit is a nasty monster and then it wouldn’t be so annoying, it would just remind you of him in a nice way even when he was gone by the morning. It also made you feel stupidly important, even though you knew he had no problem finding someone else to entertain his nights, he always seemed to be looking for you no matter how late or inconvenient making his way to your place was. And things were mostly fun, he would talk about music a lot, draw sitting in the little table at your kitchen and just enjoy spending his entire free days curled in your old couch even thought you distantly felt he could probably be doing something more exciting but you never asked because you didn’t want to ruin your own good luck. 

Those honeymoon days kept pilling one onto the other until his presence became a sweet habit and his absence hurt like hell.  He was nice and probably a lot better than some relationships you had had but not everything was perfect, not even close. He seemed to have this mask he would wear for the world, only really honest with his closest ones and you were clearly were not one of them, so you felt like you were staring from outside a window into him and taking whatever crumble of his love he felt comfortable giving you, it made you feel pathetic and so abandoned even when you shared a bed.

You stupidly yearned for more, but knew you wouldn’t get it so you just put on a brave front and kept opening your heart to him hoping soon he would do the same for you. You could tell faintly from the first time you met him he was putting on a persona, that the real man behind that wasn’t willing to come out and meet you and that was okay you kept telling yourself, he was hot and you wanted a warm body at night, that was all. But as the months pilled on, it became lonely, to have virtually a stranger sleeping next to you, someone who would make you cum over and over on his fingers, his mouth, his dick but refused to speak beyond the superficial and was way too good at changing topics when you tried to get closer as if he was slamming a door against your face but with a warm smile plastered on his lips.  

And in truth you were nothing, not real friends and not real lovers. He never once called you his girlfriend in almost a year you had been seeing each other and you never introduced him to your friends. You would meet on nights where it was cold and just play pretend of a life you couldn’t have. Sometimes he would have you backstage with his group and others it would be different girls and you never wanted to learn if he was also sleeping with them or they were just friends, you had no right to know and truly the less you knew the better. He didn’t sleep with them, not really since he met you, it just wasn’t as exciting as watching you remove your makeup while you rambled about annoying projects and evil classmates. Even if he had told you, you wouldn’t have believed him, so he never did. 

The real day things ended between you two happened a couple months before you actually stopped seeing each other. It was a long weekend, he arrived on Thursday night and stayed until Sunday in that little cramped university apartment you rented and that he came to love as if it was part of you. He brought some take out and beer as always and you were just so happy to see him. You spent the whole weekend having sex and eating whatever junk you could get your hands on at some point you stopped bothering putting on clothes that he would just take off. You would eat, fuck, bathe then sleep, wake up and do it all over again so much so the days started melting into each other in a delicious bliss that would last too little. 

Sunday night you were melting into each other’s touch for whatever time it was since he came.  He had looked in your nightstand for the bunch of condoms he brought only to realize too late it was all gone. 

“Fuck.” he whispered, you were underneath him all wet and pliant, ready for his touch. 

“What?” You said looking for what his eyes were searching for and realized. “Oh…”

“I’ll go to the store, give me a minute.” He said starting to get up already thinking about how cold it was outside, how warm your bed was, how pretty you looked and how stupid he was for not bringing more. 

“You don’t have to.” Your voice had felt distant like a whisper, he searched for your face in the dark of the room unsure of if he heard correctly, you looked away avoiding his eyes, you were bright red even in the dark of the room he could tell. “You can do it raw I don’t mind.” You mumbled against the pillows.

His dick had been harder than ever before. “Are you sure liefde?” 

He wanted to, of course he wanted to, had been dreaming about it constantly since the first time you had sex and would fantasize about it when he was away doing some show when he masturbated with your beautiful image in his mind.

“Yeah, I want you.” You had met his gaze, he kissed you slow deeply, like it was the first time he touched you. 

He had taken his time kissing at every nook and cranny of your body, softly massaging at your tired limbs, warming up his way with kisses and asking constantly if you felt good. You kept whimpering with soft tears streaming from your eyes from pleasure and from love at his ministrations, he had his fingers deep into you touching you softly like you could break while petting at your swollen clit, making sure you were ready to take him. When you had felt your climax building up you had pushed at his wrist. 

“I want to cum with you.” You whined. 

He knew in that moment he was in love with you, no matter how hard he had tried to avoid it the feeling just wouldn’t go away and now it was biting viciously at his heart threatening to tear him apart.

He nodded and slid slowly into you asking if you were alright all the way through as you nodded. When he finally bottomed out he stopped moving for a minute so overwhelmed by everything, he kissed at your forehead, at your cheeks, at your pretty nose and deep at your sweet lips. He kept his forehead against yours, thrusting fast in and pulling out painfully slow, your mouths were inches apart, breathing in the same air, lips brushing against each other in perpetual kiss, he reached so deep you could almost feel him in your lungs it was so delicious it made your brain stop working so you blurted out.

“I love you Joost.”

He suddenly pounded hard into you, his hips stuttered as he came without a warning and collapsed on top of you, his full weight on your body, panting heavily right on your ear. He gave you a few more weak thrust as he rode his high with you clinging to his back. 

“Fuck schat feels so good, so good.” He whimpered as held you close to his chest, you felt his heart beating wildly, felt his release paint your walls, and when he pulled out you felt cum start to trickle from your thighs. When he could finally regain his composure a little he looked up at you with beautiful blue eyes. 

“Sorry liefde, you felt too good.” He smiled up at you apologetic.

You loved and hated when he used pet names on you, loved it because it made you feel special and hated them because he would only use them in the middle of sex so he couldn’t be too serious about it.

He was never a selfish lover, he quickly gathered himself up and grabbed at the back of your thighs pushing them to your chest. 

“Hold for me yes?” He had said, you followed his instructions blindly before you saw him disappear between your legs, you felt his warm tongue lapping at your cunt deeply moaning into you sending delicious waves of pleasure up your spine, you were already so close you wouldn’t last at all.

“Joost!” You had screamed, the delicious sensation and the surprise at what he was doing right after cumming inside you mixing into one.

He pushed his fingers deep into your heat to keep you full, pumped into you at slow steady pace while his lips closed around your clit sucking generously and in no time you were coming undone under his touch, he kept licking you through your high prolonging it as much as he could before he felt you pull away from his touch with overstimulation. When you were done he raised his head from between your legs again, chin and mouth wet with your and his release and a proud expression on his face, he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand before laying in bed next to you and pulling you to his chest.

“Isn’t it gross?” You had asked when you could finally breath again so bewildered at what he had just done.

He laughed like the question itself was stupid. “No, not really. Nothing that makes you feel good could be gross to me.” 

He had left in the morning without acknowledging what you said that night. 

You tried to ignore how he didn't reply to your confession, tried to push it behind, tried not to feel pathetic about it. You tried to console yourself by imagining you were probably part of a club of girls he had taken to bed who had accidentally blurted out love confessions in the middle of it, yeah right, that has to have happened to someone else too, right? He was just so charismatic and beautiful you saw the way the front rows at his shows were always adorned with the prettiest girls and if you were not the only one this had happened to then it was less embarrassing. Except it wasn’t, because the thought of him being with other girls made you want to puke. After that you kept seeing him because clearly you had a complete lack of self respect or perhaps you were in love and couldn’t decide which one was worse. 

You remember the day he called you for the last time so well even when you have tried again and again to forget it. You were cooking dinner and just answered his video call while you kept moving around the kitchen. You talked for a bit about some university drama but could tell his mind was elsewhere, at this point you knew better than to push him because what he didn't want to share with you he simply wouldn’t say, you were painfully used to his selective silence. 

Finally he ended the suspense and he spoke. “I’m gonna be gone for over a month.” He sounded uncharacteristically formal and cold in a way you had never heard from him before but you didn’t notice it at the time.

“Oh.” you had said plainly as you continued chopping vegetables. 

To this day he wishes you would have looked at him at least once, then he wouldn’t have been strong enough to say what he did.

“I mean, you can sleep with others you know? You don’t have to wait for me.”

The sound of the knife on the cutting board was the only thing that made cut through the heavy silence inside the tiny apartment, you held onto that knife for dear life as if if you let go of it you would crumble instantly and you couldn’t do that in front of him.

“I see.” You mumbled feeling your eyes burn with tears you were holding back.

So he would also sleep with others right? That is what he wanted to say, he was just looking for a way to softly let you down, to let you know that whatever you had going on had become boring and stale and he was going to visit new cities every night and get his fill of as many pretty girls as he would meet and you would become nothing but a fuzzy image in the rear-view mirror of his life. You felt your heart breaking into dust at the realization that you were nothing to him, that you had always been nothing to him.

He had looked at you through the screen waiting to see if you would say something else, tell him you didn’t want that or curse him out for being so cowardly, for not even being able to face you, but you didn’t. 

“I have to finish this.”

Before he got another word out you ended the call with shaky hands, not even once looking up at him and those were the last words he would hear from your mouth for four years. 

You moved away. You couldn’t stand the thought of running into him, the thought of accidentally seeing him with someone else, you felt you recognized him in the shadows and it made you feel like you were going crazy. So right before he was set to come back you made the decision, quickly made arrangements for a program you had been eyeing at some point but didn’t want to commit to, however right now it was the perfect excuse to leave and never have to look back, never have to sleep again in that bed you once shared, never once having to be alone again in that tiny apartment where so many times you had fallen in love with him and that now felt like a prison collapsing on top of you. 

During tour you had stopped answering his texts and calls, that was fine, he felt he deserved it, but he wanted to make it up to you. At the time when he told you you could sleep with others he hadn’t really meant it, and he didn't do it either, he couldn't stop thinking about you even for a second but he had just felt guilty for making you wait so long even thought he was not even you boyfriend, so he thought this way it would be fine, less selfish with you, give you the opportunity to escape him. However, all he had done was hurt you and break his own heart in the process too. But he could still make it right, when he got back he would take you out, to a proper date in a nice restaurant because you deserved it, you deserved the moon and the stars and he had been an idiot for trying to pretend like he wasn’t deeply stupidly foolishly in love with you. He had bought you this perfume you mentioned once and he would talk to you properly, he would make things right again, he kept repeating himself, and he would figure out what he wanted of you.

When he actually came back you were nowhere to be found, painfully late he realized that you had never introduced him to your friends, never once told him exactly were you worked at or the name of your university and he had been so stupid and full of himself he didn’t bother to learn. Now all too late he realized he had no way of tracking you down. You had gone up in the wind leaving with a piece of his heart he didn’t even realize he had given you. 

As such is life you were back in Amsterdam, four years later. You didn’t feel paranoid that you would run into him anymore, rarely ever thought of him honestly and when you did it was almost a weird funny melancholia. Since then he had become a much bigger star than he would have ever envisioned and you felt a weird sort of pride that you had had a fling with someone like that. You never told anyone aside from a couple of really close friends who had had to dry your tears when everything went wrong but now it was fine. It was a healed wound that only ever really bothered you on cold days, but that was normal you kept telling yourself. You had met for a moment of your lives and were now old strangers, that was all that was left.

At least you thought so until one day after work while you are binge watching some series in your new apartment while shoveling take out into your mouth your phone rings. You had gotten lucky enough to get the same number as before and thought it could serve you to reconnect with some old friends from university but you didn’t even imagine who would be on the other side of the line. 

“Hello.” You say distracted still chewing, you don’t recognize the caller ID.

“Hey.” The voice sounds shaky, nervous, deeper, distantly familiar, no, you are lying to yourself, you know exactly who it is but you wish with everything you have that you are wrong.

“Who is this?” You ask in silent prayer that it is just a telemarketer and just your brain playing a bad joke on you.

“I know it has been a while but I didn’t expect you to not recognize me.” He says laughing uncomfortably, knows he has no right to be calling but still wants you to answer. “It is Joost, I’m Joost I mean.” He sounds stupid, he feels embarrassed, he feels himself blushing, his palms are sweaty holding tightly at the phone until his knuckles turn white.

“Oh.” Your voice sounds like a whisper.

“Listen I- I heard that you were back, I thought-” He stops, takes a deep breath he can’t hear you anymore, wonders if you already hung up, it would be deserved but it would still hurt like hell. “I was wondering if you would want to have dinner with me to catch up?” 

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MASTERLIST *ੈ✩‧₊˚ A/N: lets decide together!

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Jouw liefdesleven is een sticky situation

soo, uh, i wrote my first fanfiction and smut ever. this is explicit rpf, please just scroll away if you're against it.

summary: horny joost jerking off in the shower and thinking about the reader pairing: joost x fem!reader word count: around 1.9k cw: 18+, jerking off, mentions of unprotected sex, oral (m!receiving), handjob, no use of y/n, all lowercase

not proof read, i only used grammarly to check for random mistakes since english is my second language lol.

all these festivals were getting exhausting – not just physically, but also mentally. sure, it was fun, addicting even, to have all these people shouting his name, his lyrics, being completely enamoured by his mere existence. it wasn’t always just positive, sometimes he would have people looking for him, digging up personal things, being disrespectful. it hurt, but unfortunately, that was just a part of being famous. he didn’t want to think about that though. 

he just finished another performance – the energy was great, everything went well, yet he couldn’t shake off this weird feeling. the whole crew decided to go out for a few drinks. that would for sure help with that feeling, right? it was something they used to do way more often, but lately, the hype was too much and it was hard for him to unwind and truly enjoy the rest of the evening when he wasn’t sure if someone was secretly watching him, taking photos, or recording him. this city, however, was quite lowkey. they all went to a place where they had a vip space reserved for them. the music was okay, not his taste, but it didn’t make his ears bleed. not that it mattered in the end, all he wanted was to just get his goddamn beer. maybe the alcohol hitting his bloodstream would help with the feeling which he still wasn’t able to shake off. the conversation was fun, filled with so many inside jokes and stupid memes that they had seen on social media, but the uneasiness still sat deep inside him even after several beers. he didn’t want to drink more, they all had to leave pretty early the next day, and traveling with a bad hangover wasn’t exactly on his to-do list. 

„not to be the party pooper,“ he interrupted the ongoing chat and continued: „i think i’ll leave you here. something’s kinda off, i dunno, think i just need to shower and sleep.“ he got up, grabbing his hoodie that was lying next to him on the couch. „no worries, man, get some rest,“ said one of his friends, they all exchanged goodbyes and with the hoodie over his head he left the bar. it was already around midnight, he could hear some people yelling in the distance but he didn’t really pay any attention to the noise. the cold breeze felt good, „smells like summer,“ he thought to himself as he breathed in the fresh air and smiled. so many crazy memories made during such nights. he stopped under a flickering post lamp, dug into one of his pockets, and took out a pack of cigarettes, all of them almost gone. „shit, i’ll have to buy some tomorrow,“ he muttered under his breath as he was taking one of the cigarettes, putting it between his lips. he lit the cigarette, smoke filling his mouth and then inhaling it all. the walk towards the hotel didn’t take him too long, in just under ten minutes, he was standing in front of his room and unlocking the door. 

the room was spacious, and quite fancy as well, there was some expensive-looking modern art hanging over the king-sized bed. it didn’t matter to him that much though. as long as he got to sleep somewhere. he used to move so much, going from couch to couch, living in different foster families’ houses. nothing felt like home, not even his own house. the only time he actually felt at home was in your embrace. „shit,“ he sighed as he started thinking about you. he really missed the feeling of you two being together in bed, him lying on top of you and you holding him closely, one hand caressing his back while the other one was lightly scratching his scalp. feeling your chest lift with each breath, you kissing him on the top of his head, playing with his hair. such intimate moments that were taken away from him while he was doing all these shows. he sighed again and rubbed his eyes. all he could think about was you, making out with you and touching all the sensitive places that always made you lightly moan into his mouth and lean into his touch.

he pulled off his hoodie and threw it somewhere haphazardly, then removed his shirt and pulled his pants off, kicking both in the same direction as the hoodie. he looked down at his polo ralph lauren boxers and felt himself get excited from all those thoughts about you. all those whimpers, you whispering: „fuck, joost, please don’t stop,“ into his ear as you’re getting close to your climax while he’s thrusting into you, his fingers circling your clit. it was driving him crazy. he reached down and palmed his growing erection. for a second, he contemplated jerking off right on the spot, but he needed a shower anyway – he might as well just get off in the shower. he groaned at the sensation of his hand slowly stroking himself through his underwear. „fuck, schat, i miss you so much,“ he thought and finally walked into the bathroom, where he removed his last piece of clothing. 

he looked at himself in the mirror, his hands slowly roaming over his body, the skin feeling a bit sticky from all the sweat. he liked being gentle with himself like this, sometimes he would just wrap his arms around his body and feel the self-love. in the end, that is the most real love anyone can get in this world. he pinched his nipple and watched his dick twitch – yet again it surprised him how sensitive his nipples were. the thoughts of you kissing his chest, your hands caressing his soft tummy, your lips moving to his nipples and softy licking them, kissing them, gently biting them filled his mind. all this always made him arch his back and whimper your name, desperate pleas to wrap your hand around his hard cock already ready to escape his mouth. his hand continued down his happy trail, the movement was so slow, he was so pent up yet for some reason decided to tease himself like that. maybe because that was something you would always do? always using your fingertips and light touches to build up the tension and make the release even more powerful. „fucking hell,“ he let out a moan as he finally wrapped his hand around himself, stroking his cock a few times. it was so lewd, masturbating right in front of the mirror, watching himself get harder – „shit, what if there are cameras?“  an intrusive thought entered his brain, but he immediately shook his head to get rid of it. „okay, fuck, shower,“ he realised and finally entered the stall. 

he set the shower head to rain and sighed at the sensation. it felt so good, warm water gently falling on his skin and he wished he could share the moment with you. you’d press your body on his, push one of your legs between his, and feel him slowly grind your thigh, his leaking tip touching your stomach with each thrust. then you’d get on your knees and look up while wrapping your lips around the tip, your right hand working on the rest of his cock while the other hand would massage his balls. he was sure he wouldn’t last for a long time, his hand would stroke himself so fast and then come all over your tongue and lips. he knew the taste wasn’t good at all, he was smoking too much, but you still swallowed because his reaction was so worth it plus it made the cleanup so much easier. all these thoughts were too much, he was slowly losing himself in all this. he leaned towards the wall and stroked himself. he looked down, his dick fully erect, he knew he was pretty big, and the size was especially noticeable when your dainty hands were jerking him off instead. he moaned loudly and picked up the pace, already feeling himself getting close to the edge, even though it had been only a few minutes. 

his mind wandered again, this time he imagined pushing you against the shower wall, making you face it, slapping your ass, and positioning himself right at your entrance. he would tease you for a few seconds, to make both of you want it even more, then slowly push his dick inside you, letting you get used to his girth. it wouldn’t take long for him to start thrusting into you hard and fast – he loved taking his time, even being submissive and letting you take the lead, but sometimes, all he wanted was to fuck you senseless. he loved hearing your moans, calling out his name. yeah, fans screaming out: „joost klein!“ was great, but it was nothing compared to you moaning it when he was deep inside of you, his hands on your hips, moving them towards his body with each thrust, and his lips kissing you everywhere he could reach. it was such a dangerous game, fucking you raw with no birth control whatsoever, both of you not ready to bring a child into this world. he wished he could thrust into you deep and come inside, then watch his cum drip onto your pretty thighs. he’d always pull out and come on your body instead. 

„fuck, baby,“ he moaned loudly, his hand moving so fast on his dick that he was scared he’d get a cramp. his head fell back, he shut his eyes tight, and the thought of feeling you coming on his cock and your muscles squeezing him set him over the edge. he felt his dick twitch in his hand, his movements slowed down until he stopped completely, just holding his cock, and watched the cum that had fallen on the shower floor mix with the water. some of it got on his hand, „ugh,“ he muttered under his breath because it would always turn into such a sticky mess when mixed with water. he washed it off, grabbed a bottle of shampoo, and squeezed some of it in his palm. he massaged his scalp and wished you were there with him and helped him finish the shower. the sex was great, but it was these intimate moments, you slowly massaging his body with a loofah and cleaning him up, that made him feel so loved. he finished off the shower, wrapping a towel around his hips, not even bothering to dry off his wet body. he had a better idea on his mind – he quickly entered the bedroom, wincing at the cold air against his skin, and grabbed his phone. he opened up instagram, quickly found your messages, and opened the camera. he took a selfie, making sure you could see his body was all wet and the towel was dangerously low, showing off his trimmed pubes, and added a short caption: „miss you, schatje, so much. i just came so good thinking about you, baby. :-* can’t wait to get back to you. i love you, liefje. <3“ he set the photo to one view only and hit send.

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being thrown over his shoulder would cure me

[yapperblog]

Thought you'd hate me

but instead you called and said I miss you

Tags: unresolved feelings, a little big of angst, she fell first but he fell harder, smut +18 only, softdom!joost, fem!reader, fingering, riding, unprotected PinV.

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You sigh as you find yourself in front of his door. Again. In the message he sent at 3:15 AM he told you the door will be open, but you still ring the doorbell. After no one opens it, you feel a slight nervous shiver down your spine. You decide to leave the dilemma of your weak morals for tomorrow, you are already here, might as well see where the night leads you. You reach for the handle and open it.

"Hello?" you say as you enter his apartment.

You turn to twist the lock on the door, a familiar smell envelops you. Not much has changed since the last time you've been here. More often you have been rushed past his front door, already tangled in a kiss, tearing at each others clothes. This time you weirdly want to look around and take it all in, you are still not sure if this is the last time you walk past his doorstep, but you want to remember it.

You and Joost have a messy history. It all started so simple, you met through a mutual friend and found out you two have a lot in common. As soon as you started talking, you knew something special could brew from this. It was so easy to be next to him, every bit of attention from him was intoxicating.

You also found out you live a walking distance from each other, which led to you two hanging out more often outside of the friend group. After one drunk night out, just the two of you, one thing led to another and you ended up on his lap, hands wrapped in each other's hair, having the best sex of your life. Your relationship turned into friends with benefits, never crossing into anything more even after a year. You did everything a couple would do together, but never put a label on it. Due to him traveling a lot and focusing on music, you felt he didn't want a serious relationship, so when he asked what you thought about dating, you just brushed it off, not wanting to be a burden to him.

You did this often. You were so overprotective of your feelings, you wouldn't let anyone near, in case they hurt you emotionally, which from your past experiences - they usually did. So you learnt to end things before you get too attached. You knew it was too late, he was the best partner you've had. So thoughtful, caring, funny, incredible sex, but you could just not open up to him the same way he did to you. It hurt, but gradually you made an effort to see him less, you would decline his invitations to hang out, until one day you just simply ignored his message to come over.

Until today, when you saw him again at a friend's birthday party. You knew he got back from tour already and would be at that party. You were nervous to see him again, but to skip it would be even worse. You immediately spotted him, even in a room full of people, somehow you could always tell where he was, your eyes just gravitated towards him. When eventually, after mingling with different people, you ended up in the same circle, he made it seem so easy to see you again, like it was no big deal. You felt a sting of pain, but you couldn't be upset, you were the one to push him away. So, you came to a conclusion that you made the right decision, if it is so easy for him to move on, it is better this way. You stayed until the end of the party, everyone got pretty drunk, your heart still felt heavy knowing he is close, but at the same time so far away, and it was all your fault for pushing away the one good thing you had.

You got back home around 3 AM. You were ready for bed, until you got a notification. You checked your phone and saw it was a text from Joost.

"Come in." his voice brings you back to your current situation. You notice a warm glow from the nightstand lamp coming from around the corner, where his bedroom is.

Your legs start walking as if by themselves, you don't remember making that decision. His voice just draws you in.

You stop by the doorframe, leaning against it. You take in the sight of him. Only one nightstand lamp is turned on, you remember your shared hatred of overhead big light. He is laying on the bed, his legs swaying off the side of it. His jeans are halfway unzipped, low on his hips, the belt undone and shirt half unbuttoned, like he couldn't decide what to take off first and gave up on both. He must be as drunk as you are now, he should look like a mess, but he doesn't. He always managed to look clean, one of the many things you liked about him. He turns his head to look at you and you notice a cigarette hanging from his lips.

He got into a bad habit of smoking in bed, you used to joke he would end up living in one of those houses that have yellow walls from the constant smoking.

"You should start locking your door." you say, your arms crossed, leaning against the door frame. You want to look nonchalant, like your heart isn't trying to get out of your chest.

"I don't usually leave it open." he says, his voice raspy, like it usually got when he was drunk. "Only on special occasions." he puts one hand behind his head not to crane his neck to see you better.

"Have a lot of special occasions?" you ask. You do wonder if he was with anyone in the time you haven't seen each other.

He huffs in amusement and turns to look at the ceiling. You think he looks so pretty, just laying there.

"Come here." his voice barely above a whisper, but he knows you will hear. You always do, sometimes he thinks you can hear his thoughts, his deepest secrets.

You don't move from your place, your hands crossing tighter on your chest. The distance you want to keep breaks his heart, he needs to stop this feeling and distract himself. He reaches for the lighter in the pocket of his jeans.

"Joost, open the window at least." you say softly before he lights the cigarette. It is not your place to tell him what to do, but you still care.

He smiles and remembers your joke about the yellow walls. Always so quick with a funny remark. He misses it. He sits down on the bed, his movements slow. He zips up his pants and puts the belt back on, his hands fumbling trying to put it through the loops. With his shirt still half unbuttoned, he stands up and walks past you, around the bed and heads towards the window. There is a chair next to it already, you notice a sketchbook you got him on the windowsill by an ashtray. You never saw this little routine of his, you imagine him drawing next to an open window, a cigarette in his hand. You want to flip through it.

He sits on the chair, lighting a cigarette. "Will you come in now?"

You finally walk in and head towards the bed. You prop yourself against the bedframe. His bed is as comfortable as you remember, you even bought the same duvet and pillow set he has, but you swear it still doesn't feel as good his. Maybe you expected it to come with that familiar aftershave smell, which of course it didn't.

"What did you want to talk about?" you break the silence.

"Us." he says quickly. Always honest and straight to the point.

"What about us?" your eyes focus on him. His legs are crossed, a light breeze coming from the window tussling his hair.

"You have been ignoring me and I want to know why. I really don't understand what I did wrong."

"I told you we should have ended this a long time ago." you did tell him this in the last time message you sent him. But he wasn't going to accept that, so he walked to your apartment, when you opened the door, you could barely even look at him. Very abruptly you told him you need to stop seeing each other, it's not healthy for the both of you. He was so confused at the sudden change, he couldn't even come up with anything to say in defence. He thought you must have met someone else, you haven't promised each other anything, but he felt betrayed. So he turned around and left.

"Why did you come then?" he asks, looking at you intensely.

"I knew you were drunk after the party and would pass out on the bed, I didn't want you to sleep with the front door open." you come up with an excuse. He has always been like an open book with you, however you are now doubting yourself if you've read him correctly. It was you who was scared of the relationship and deeper feelings, not him. You realise the huge mistake you made all those months ago.

"You know..." he takes another drag of the cigarette. "I really used to think I had you figured out. And then you pulled that surprise on me. Really took me for a spin." he points to his head with the hand that has a cigarette in between his two fingers.

"Have to keep you on your toes, you know. You always said you wouldn't like the simple life." you try to joke. The room is silent for a second, you are worried, did you overstep, will he find it inappropriate. But he laughs with his whole chest, the tension resolving a little bit. If you can joke about it, he feels he still has a chance to fix things out between you.

"So why did you come?" his voice more relaxed now.

You both know the answer, he wants to hear you say it, but you are willing to drag this game a little longer. "You've got a great view from your apartment. I missed it."

He laughs again. You realise it might be your favorite sound in the world. He blows the smoke out of the window, then turns to look back at you. "You missed the view?"

"Yeah." you try to keep a straight face.

"It is a nice view." he looks out of the window. "I don't think you see it well from the bed though." he puts a cigarette in between his lips. "You should come closer to enjoy it." he beckons you closer with his hand. He tries to act cool, to hide the fact that you also still make him nervous, like it's the first time you met and he is trying so hard to win you over, to see you smile at something he said.

You stand up from the bed, and slowly make your way towards the window, you cross your arms to shield yourself from the breeze and lean in against the windowsill admiring the view. You can faintly see your own window from here, you wonder if he ever tried to see you. You can feel him next to you even without looking at him, your legs almost touching. You can almost feel the heat radiating from him, always so warm, even on coldest nights. You miss the feeling of him under your hands.

Slowly as if careful not scare you away, like a cat, he stands up and comes to stand next to you. Neither of you speak for a while, enjoying a silent night, it feels so natural to be next to each other. The months apart and previous tension slowly melting away. He notices you shiver.

He stubs out the cigarette in an ashtray and stands up to reach for a hoodie hanging on the back of the chair. "Here, put this on."

You turn to face him and he puts the hoodie around your shoulders. His hands brushing your exposed shoulders and arms in the process. A sigh leaves you, which he catches.

"Better?" he asks.

"I think this is the first time you put more clothes on me in this room and not the other way around." you joke.

"You are probably right." he laughs and you feel him physically relax. Humour has always been a common ground for the both of you to get more comfortable.

"I missed this." he confesses, his voice quiet. "I missed us." he reaches to put a strand of your hair behind your ear. As soon as he touches you, he studies your face, trying to see if it's okay.

You touch his hand. "I miss it too." you say and turn to look outside of the window again, you feel so stupid for the way you handled things. He moves to stand behind you, slowly wraps him arms around your waist, giving you space to retreat if you want. You don't. It feels so good to have him close again. You lean into his touch. He puts his head on your shoulder, next to your face.

"How did it take us so long to find each other again?" he asks, happy you didn't deny his embrace.

"I'm sorry" you say and you mean it with your whole heart.

He moves to sit back down on the chair and you turn to look at him. "So, is the view everything you remembered?" he says with a smirk.

"It might have become even better." you say and walk up to him, he spreads his legs to let you in even closer.

He looks up at you, his eyes are so blue even in the dim light. You place your arms on his shoulders. He hugs you around your middle, and puts his face on your stomach. You slowly brush his hair, enjoying the closeness of him.

"Have you been with anyone?" he asks, afraid to hear the answer.

You tried, you had a date planned with this guy you met at work, but you didn't end up going. It didn't feel right.

"No." you say honestly. "Have you?"

He is still holding you close to him, "I kissed someone." he says.

You shut your eyes. Your confidence slightly falling apart, the self-doubt creeping back in, he can move on and eventually will.

He feels you go solid under his arms and continues "But all I could think was you. It was not long after you broke things off with me. I was mad at you, I kept looking for things to distract myself with. I was mad that you wouldn't leave my head. Mad at the light I could see coming from your window" he looks up at you, his hands on your hips. "So I kissed this girl, who seemed interested in me, and all I could taste was you."

You look into his eyes, he looks so vulnerable like this, all you wish for is to go back in time and change everything, but you can't. You wait for him to continue.

A small laugh escapes him. "I ran away from her. I ran all the way home. It's embarrassing, I never figured out how to forget you." he hides his face into your stomach again, you smell just like he remembers. If he could freeze time and stay like this forever, you running your hands through his hair and so close to him, he would.

"Joost" you let out a breath you were holding. "You don't understand how sorry I am. The amount of pain I caused both us" you voice breaks and he looks up at you. "I don't know how I can ever fix this mistake I made."

"Baby." his hands on your hips move in soothing motions. "Come here" he says and this time you do, he moves you to sit on his thigh, your legs stay in between his.

Your face is right next to his, you can't stop looking at him. His stubble has grew in a little. You put your hand on the side of his face, he immediately leans into it, chasing your touch. All the walls you both tried to put up, crumbling completely. You close the distance between you, your lips moving against his, he wraps his arms around your waist, your chest now closer to his. One of your hands is holding his shoulder, the other is on the nape of his neck. He licks your bottom lip, asking you to open your mouth, you do and his tongue explores your mouth. He missed you in his arms so much, now he can't get enough, he can still taste the cocktail he saw you drink at the party. You feel him groan into your mouth as you pull at his hair, remembering how much he likes it.

You pull apart to catch your breath. You smile and wipe his lips, shiny with your lip gloss, it makes you throb between your legs, that it is your gloss on his lips. You close your legs looking for at least a slight friction, he moves his hand to your thigh, squeezing the soft skin, which startles a moan from you. It makes him twitch in his pants, you sound so much better than the scenarios he kept replaying in his head late at night, his hand moving in a fast pace under the covers, wrapped tightly around his dick, trying to imitate the tight squeeze of your pussy around him.

He moves his hand under your knee, moving you to sit on his lap your back to his chest. He spreads his legs, moving yours apart too.

"I want you." he feels so warm against your back, you can feel an outline of his hardening dick through his jeans pocking at your lower back.

"You have me." he says leaning closer to your ear. He stays close and leans into your hair, kissing softly. You swear you can feel him sniff your hair and moan quietly. This is not the first time you notice him doing it, he denied it the one time you asked him about it, but it turns you on even more. He leans in to kiss your shoulder, placing open mouth kisses to your neck. He bites gently on your skin, you hold his bicep by your side. You need something to ground yourself or you feel like you will float away, his mouth feels so good on you. His hands move from your thighs under your top.

"Is this okay?" he asks, you feel his hot breath on your shoulder.

"Yes." you reply. He smiles and places another kiss, his hands continuing to move under your top caressing your skin. He hasn't done anything yet, but you already feel how aroused you are, your panties sticking to you. His heavy breathing so close to you, only making you even more hot. The open window next to you is of no help. You feel him everywhere, but also want to speed things up.

"Touch me, please." you plead. Your needy voice feels like music to his ears.

"A little bit of patience." his hands move to cup you through your lacy bra. He massages your tits, feeling your nipples harden, you moan and cover your mouth with your hand. "So sensitive." he murmurs. He wants to watch you unravel for him just by touching your nipples, but decides to stash this idea for another time. He hopes there will be another. He moves your bra down to reveal you fully to him and continues his ministrations twisting and pinching your nipples, squeezing your soft skin, until you are writhing on top of him. Your ass moving right against his now fully hard dick, but he can wait.

"Let me hear you." he moves your hand away, which was covering your mouth.

"But the window" your voice is weak.

"Everyone else can also know how good I am making you feel." his hands move to the plush of your thighs, makes sure to push them apart. "Keep them like this, love" he tells and you nod. He pushes your skirt up, moving his hands higher up your inner thighs, your head falls on his shoulder while you let out a soft moan. There is already a wet pre-cum spot forming in his boxers from all the sounds he is pulling from you.

He swipes a finger in between your folds through your panties. "So wet." he says quietly, sitting up straighter, pulling you up with him by wrapping a hand around your middle. He moved his neck to see his hand in between your legs better. He spreads his legs even further, your hips are so wide apart, you feel a breeze touch your wetness, as he moves your panties to the side.

"Were you this excited to see the view?" he says feeling how wet you are. You can't even come up with anything to joke back as he finds your clit and starts moving his finger in slow circles around it, applying slight pressure.

You moan holding his wrist, your head still resting on his shoulder.

"Feels good?" he asks, you can hear him smiling.

"So good." you say and he speeds up his finger pulling even more delicious sounds from you. He wonders if anyone can actually hear you, would the neighbours complain, but decides it is worth it seeing that you don't mind. His finger moves lower through your folds, collecting the wetness as he circles around your hole. He feels it clench around nothing and you whine at his teasing.

"Shh, I've got you." he puts one finger inside of you. You feel so tight around him, he puts in a second finger and starts to make scissoring motions to stretch you for him.

You start to feel the pleasure building, moving to hold his bicep for support. You turn your neck to the side trying to find his lips. He lowers his head towards yours and you collide in a heated kiss. He puts in a third finger in and speeds up his motions, swallowing your moans.

"I'm so close." you turn to look at his fingers disappearing between your legs reaching deeper than yours ever could. Your skirt bunched up, legs spread wide, his hand that is wrapped around your middle is now applying pressure to your lower stomach, you must look a mess, but this is the most beautiful sight to him. His brows are in a frown, focused on a task at hand, so lost in bringing you pleasure.

"Cum for me. Cum on my fingers" he says and you feel the band snap and release on his fingers. Intense pleasure spreading all over your body. Your back arches, as he lets you ride your orgasm.

He pulls out his fingers, shiny with your slick and brings them to his mouth, licking it clean. You hear him groan, as you are still feeling aftershocks from your orgasm. It has been so long, you forgot how good he is at listening to your body, knowing exactly what you need.

He kisses your temple, as his lips slowly reach yours. The kiss is not rushed this time, tender. His lips feel soft against yours. You leave his tight embrace to stand up. Standing in front of him you take off your top, as well as your bra, which is still pulled down, revealing your chest to him and kneel in between his legs. You slide your hands up his thighs, feeling his muscles tense under your touch and reach for his belt. You quickly undo it, unzip his jeans while looking into his eyes, he is watching your every move. You reach to take off his jeans, he lifts his hips to help you and kicks them off, leaving them in a pile next to your top.

"Take off this too." he points at your skirt as he reaches for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on the windowsill. You stand in front of him, placing your hands on the zipper of your skirt and pull it down slowly, making a show of shimmying it down your legs. Your panties are next. His eyes never leave you as he sits with his legs spread only in his half unbuttoned shirt and boxers, he lights the cigarette and takes a drag blowing smoke away from you towards the window.

"So beautiful." he can't stop looking at you.

Meanwhile you are thinking the same about him. You want to take a photo right now. He is leaned against the back of the chair, you can see an outline of his hard and waiting dick, the collar of his shirt reveals his chest hair. He brings a cigarette to his lips, the end of it glowing as he takes a long drag. You want to remember this forever.

You come closer to him, he leaves the cigarette hanging between his lips, as he puts both of his hands on the backs of your thighs and brings you flush against him and looks up at you. You can't help but giggle at how good he looks and all for you. You start to unbutton his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders. Once again you kneel in between his legs, your hands reach the waistband of his underwear and you look up at him for confirmation. He nods and you take them off, his dick springs up free and rests against his lower stomach, leaving a wet spot of his own pre-cum. He looks like a dream come true.

"Show me how much you've missed me" he says, his voice raspy from the cigarette and his arousal.

You move to straddle him. You take his dick into your hand, he sighs at your touch immediately. He needs this he needs to know you want him as much as he wants you. You spread his pre-cum around his length, moving your hand slowly up and down, twisting your wrist on his head, moving your thumb through the slit. He groans loudly. "Yes, just like this." You always loved how vocal he is during intimate moments. One of his hands is holding a cigarette, the other is on your hip, holding tight. You lean in to kiss along his jaw moving down to his neck, listening to his soft moans, as you keep touching his dick. You continue kissing his neck, he feels you start to suck on his skin about to leave a love bite, but you stop abruptly.

"Can I?" you ask unsure if he would want you to leave marks. You both know each others bodies so well, but this feels new at the same time.

"Please do." his head falls back, giving you more space. You lick up his throat and leave a few marks along your kisses. You smile at your work, this will be a fun reminder in the morning.

You decide not to tease him any longer, you want to feel him inside right this second. You lift yourself up using his shoulders for support, he is holding a cigarrete in one hand, and puts the other under your ass spreading your folds apart, helping you lower yourself onto him. You hold his dick and hover above him, swiping the head a couple of time to cover him in your slick. You are still wet from your previous climax, so it's easier to take him in. You both let out a moan as you start to lower yourself onto him, your walls stretching to accommodate his length.

"You are so tight." he puts a cigarette in between his lips and starts to circle your clit carefully aware of your recent climax, not to overstimulate you. "Relax for me baby." the words coming out funny due to the cigarette hanging from his mouth. You take the cigarette and take a drag yourself. You inhale, keep it in for a while and then blow the smoke in his face slowly. He watches you and you can feel him twitch inside of you.

You pass the cigarette back to him, when he is fully inside of you. You start to lift yourself up and lower back down, setting a steady rhythm, trying to bring him as much pleasure as you can.

His pupils are blown wide, the blue irises barely visible, he is so hard, he could cum right now. But he wants this to last. One of his hands leaves your hips, he leans on the back of the chair and smokes, enjoying the view. Your head is thrown back, eyes shut, tits bouncing, you reach to pinch your nipple and clench around him. He thinks you look so good right now, lost in pleasure, this is what heaven must feel like. He can't ever loose you again.

"Good girl. Making me feel so good." he praises you and feels you clench even harder, as you continue moaning and moving on his length. He moves his gaze from your face, down your body and watches himself disappear between your folds, a mix of your arousal pooling at the base of him.

"I'm so close, Joost." you whine bouncing on him.

He wraps a hand around your back and reaches to put the cigarette out in the ashtray. Now both his hands free, he takes hold of your hips to help you move on him. He starts kissing your neck, and matches your moves with his own thrusts.

You feel him so deep inside of you, you scream in pleasure, as he starts to move you faster on him, holding you by your hips.

"Fuck. You feel so good." he is breathing heavy against your chest, his own climax getting closer. He brings his thumb up to your lips, you open your mouth and suck on his finger. "The things you do to me" he sighs at the picture before him. He hopes he remembers this forever. You swipe your tongue around his finger and he pulls it out, wet with your spit bringing it to your clit and starts to draw fast circles.

He leans in to whisper to you. "I think you were made for me." Somehow he always knew what to say to make you melt under him. It's like he knows exactly what you are worried about in that exact moment.

Your back arches, he puts an arm on your back to hold you. He feels you clench around him rapidly and with a loud moan you cum on him.

"That's it. That's my girl." his own rhythm becoming more sporadic. "Just a little longer. I'm right there." he starts to chase his own release.

"Where do you want me?" he asks feeling himself getting closer.

"Inside." you feel overstimulated, but still it feels so good. "Please." your nails on his shoulders are bound to leave red marks from how hard you are holding on to him.

After a few more wild thrusts, he pulls you flush against him and you feel him release into you. Some of his cum spilling out of you. You put your forehead against his, breathing heavily into each other's mouths, trying to come back to your senses.

He holds you close to him. "I'm glad you read my text today."

"Me too. And I really am sorry, Joost. I hope you can forgive me."

"Let's talk in the morning. We will figure everything out, yes?" he asks bringing your face closer to him, to look into your eyes.

"Yes."

"Can you stay over tonight? or do you want me to walk you home?" he asks.

"I don't think I can walk right now, Joost" you laugh.

"That was incredible, wasn't it?" he laughs too.

You start to stand up with a wince when he pulls out. He cleans you up and you fall asleep on his bed. The pillow still more comfortable than your own. You will try to figure your feelings for each other in the morning.

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Necklace

Summary: seeing his last name dangle on your neck does things to him.

Warning: smut. +18 only. unprotected PinV, nipple play, riding. both are possessive but would never admit RPF below do not interact if you are not comfortable with that

Last year Joost got you matching bracelets. He has your initials and you have J.K. engraved. It has become a habit of his to hold your hand, the one you wear the bracelet on, close to his chest. Sometimes he doesn't even seem to notice he does it, just wants it closer to his heart on an instinct.

Seeing how much he loves the bracelet, you got a necklace with a small pendant that says "Klein" in cursive and decided to surprise him with it.

You are both getting ready to sleep, each comfortably doing your own thing on your sides of the bed. You move your arm to feel the necklace hidden under your t-shirt, a tiny smile spreading on your face. You put your book down and move closer to him, pressing a few kisses to the side of his face. He hums happily, wraps one hand around your waist and easily moves you to straddle him. He leans to put his phone on a bedside table, then sits back against the pillow, his attention now fully on you.

"Hi" he says smiling up at you.

"Hi" you say back. He already took off his t-shirt when he got in bed, only wearing his underwear under the blanket. You put your hands on the sides of his face, carefully take off his glasses and put them next to his phone, your hands slide from his face down to his neck, brushing past his broad shoulders and stopping on his chest. You feel the hair under your palms and his steady heartbeat. You stay like this for a moment, moving your hands from his chest to his stomach, enjoying the feeling of him under your hands. Then you finally lean in to kiss him, he opens his mouth a little to invite your tongue into his mouth. It quickly escalates into a heavy makeout session, both of you breathing loudly through your noses. You break the kiss and sit down straight again, feeling him already getting hard under you. His blue eyes are watching you, waiting for your next move. His lips are so red from your kisses. You can't wait any longer and decide it's time. You take off your shirt to reveal the necklace, his eyes immediately catch it. He sits up to be closer to you, looks into your eyes, and then back at the necklace.

"Baby" a breathy moan escapes his lips. He traces the letters with his finger.

He groans, puts his hand on the back of your head to bring your mouth closer to his, which also gives him a quick advantage to move your head the way he wants to deepen the kiss. You feel his hard dick twitch under you, you can't help but grind on him, the slight relief is delicious. His hand moves to your waist to hold you in place while his lips move down to kiss your jaw, the other hand goes up to pull on your hair to slightly lean your head back. He kisses the skin revealed to him, inching closer to the necklace. Even now he is teasing not only you but himself, as he kisses your collarbones, gently biting the skin, tracing it with his tongue after. You moan and can feel him smile in between the kisses.

He kisses along the gold chain and finally reaches the pendant. He puts it in between his teeth and looks at you. His stare is so intense, it makes you breathe heavier with how aroused you are.

"So you like it?" you ask, fake innocence in your voice.

He drops it and replies his voice raspy "I love it." He flips you over and you squeal in surprise.

You are now under him, completely at his mercy. You spread your legs to welcome him in more comfortably. He lies on top you, holding his weight on his elbows on each side of your head, his hips slotted perfectly between yours. He fixes your messed up hair, from when he flipped you over, puts some strands behind your ears and studies your face while you smile at him.

"When did you get it?" he asks, playing with a strand of your hair, his gaze flicking down on the pendant.

"Today in the morning."

"You had it the whole day and didn't show me?" he laughs and you might start to believe magic is real and it's the sparkle in his eyes.

"I wanted it to be a surprise. But I was also a little worried that you won't like it." your voice more quiet. "Me wearing your last name."

His eyes flick between yours. He lets out a breath and leans in to press a quick kiss to your lips. "I want my last name all over you." he kisses you again. "I want it here" he kisses the pendant. "Here." he moves lower to kiss on the center of your chest. "Here" a kiss just below your breast. A sigh leaves your lips as your hand moves to his hair. "Here" a kiss on your stomach. He keeps kissing you and moving lower, closer to where you need him most. He presses a kiss to the inner side of your thigh, looking up at you, watching your chest rise and fall, he is happy with himself how worked up you are getting, decides not to tease any further because his boxers are also getting uncomfortably tight. "And here" he kisses your clit.

"You are so dumb" a laugh escapes you.

"So dumb." he returns to kiss an inside of your thigh, then runs a finger between your folds. "You are so wet" he says his voice quiet as if more to himself. "Were you excited to show me the necklace?" he doesn't let you reply as he licks a long stripe stopping to suck at your clit. Your hands fly to hold his hair. "Joost, fuck." you moan as he continues to suck your swollen clit. He looks up at you from between your legs, sees you lost in pleasure, your eyes closed, which only spurs him on, his own boxers getting tighter. You move one of your hands from his hair to your breast, pinching the nipple, he can feel you clench around his tongue. His dick is so painfully hard, twitching at every sound you make. He remembers the pendant on your neck and has to shut his eyes tightly, changing his trace of thought not to cum on the spot.

Your eyes open as you feel him sit up, "Fuck, schatje, I can't." he says breathing heavily, his mouth glistening. "I need to be inside of you right now." you nod quickly, he takes off his boxers, grabs your thighs pushing them wider as he sits on his knees in between. You put your hand on his lower stomach, his eyes find yours. You reach to hold his dick, slowly moving your hand up and down, applying more pressure on the vein along it. His head falls back as he releases a shameless moan when you reach the tip and spread the pre-cum across it.

You always found the effect that your touch has on him so addicting. You could watch him cum on your hand just like this and be content, but you decide to leave this thought for another day. So not to tease him any longer, you swipe his tip in between your folds making sure to catch your clit, your mouth opening at the feeling. He is watching you intently as you put it inside. You are so wet he has no trouble pushing his hips closer to you. When he is fully inside, he all but collapses on top of you, holding himself up on his forearms on each side of your head. He kisses along your jaw and sets a steady pace. You put your hands on his shoulders, leaving marks on his back. His hair and lower stomach adds a delicious extra stimulation on your clit every time he thrusts up.

"Feels so good." you tell into his ear.

He is struggling to form coherent thoughts, so lost in you, "I'm not gonna last long" he manages and feels you clench around him. You love seeing him like this, sweat already forming on his hairline, panting into your neck. No one else gets to see him like this. "Fuck" he moves his hand in between you to stimulate your clit. "I'm so close don't stop." you feel the tension building.

His head is buried in the crook of your neck, he starts to kiss the soft skin, feeling the chain on his lips, he follows it, kissing along. When he reaches the pendant, you can feel him twitch inside of you and swear you hear him whimper. He licks up your throat, leaving a few love bites.

You know it is all getting too much for him.

"Cum inside of me." you tell him, your own breathing heavy. "I'm so close, please, Joost." you claw at his back, moving lower to his ass cheeks encouraging him even deeper.

His head falls on your chest, a groan you can feel vibrate through your chest as his hips stutter and he releases into you. You follow right after him, his hips coming to a gradual stop as he gives a few more weak thrusts.

His arms give out and he puts his whole weight on you with a sigh. Your legs are still shaking, it feels grounding to have him on top of you.

He lifts his head up and smiles at you. "That was so hot." you lean in to kiss him. The kiss doesn't last long, he starts to pull out of you with a wince and flops onto the side. You put your head on his chest and wrap your arms around him, his fast heartbeat a lovely reminder of what you just did.

"Well I'm glad you liked the surprise." you say kissing his chest.

"I was so close to cumming in my pants are you kidding me" he laughs, his hand moves to your hip, rubbing in soft motions, feeling the soft skin.

"I wouldn't mind if you did." you say quieter, one finger drawing mindless patterns on his chest.

He heard you and it made him chuckle. "You will be the death of me." He puts his hand under your chin and turns your head up to kiss you. You pull yourself up facing him now. Both of his hands move to your hips. He swipes his tongue on your lower lip, you open your mouth, his tongue immediately finding yours. You put your legs on each side on his thighs and lean back to sit down, his mouth chasing yours, always craving more. You don't let him reach you, his head falling back on the pillow in defeat. You watch his face as he studies you, his eyes leaving yours and moving down your body. "Let me see closer" he hooks his finger on the chain and slowly pulls you back to him. His soft stomach flush against yours, you hold yourself on straight arms on each side of him. As you move, you can feel him getting hard against your thigh, you want to make a remark about it but hold it. "Here it is" you put your neck and chest on display where the pendant is hanging from, next to his face.

"You know you can never take it off now, right?" one of his hands is holding the pendant gently tracing the letters, the other moves from your hip to your waist.

"Yeah? What if I want to wear another one?" you tease him.

"No other ones." he pulls you closer by the chain again and crashes his lips on yours into another heated kiss. You feel the pulse in between your legs, the kiss and his possessive hold of "Klein" on your neck gets you hot again. You grind on him, his shaft slotting in between your folds. He groans into the kiss, you want to hear this sound on repeat. So you do it again and again, getting lost in the pleasure.

"Baby" he breaths out. "Wait." he holds your hips in place. "Ride me properly. Want to see your beautiful tits in my face." he is so shameless when it comes to asking you what he needs. How could you deny him?

"Will you last this time?" you ask with a lighthearted laugh as you take his now fully hard dick in your hand and lift your hips.

He smiles at the jab. "As long as you need me to." and you know he means it.

You hover above him as he covers your hand on the base of his cock, swipes a couple of times to cover himself in your wetness and looks up at you "Ready?" he asks.

"Yes." you start to lower yourself onto him, the stretch is delicious as always. You move slowly, his girth too much for you even after coming already.

"Taking me so well." he praises you, which makes you clench around him, only half inside. You feel his hands move from your hips up your body, his big hands palming both your tits, squeezing, your chest spilling out between his fingers. You finally fully take him in, put your hands on his shoulders and start to move. He is watching you, thinking he wishes he could capture this and replay whenever you are not around and he misses you. You are right next to him, but the thought of being away from you, makes him miss you. He watches you bounce on him, so beautiful, tits bouncing, the necklace hitting your chest repeatedly. How did he get so lucky?

After awhile you feel your legs get tired. "C'mon baby. Let me help you." he holds just under your ass taking your weight into his hands, helping you bounce, setting a steady pace which is stimulating for both of you. When you are completely lowered onto him, he grinds you back and forth a couple of times, which he knows you love and it makes you moan loudly. Then continues to bounce you up and down, meeting your hips in the middle with a thrust.

He sits up to be closer to you, buries his head in your chest. His eyes are closed, lost in pleasure. He starts thrusting harder from under you. One hand holds your waist, the other is at the back of your neck. Moving you as he pleases, your legs are so tired, you are glad he is taking control.

"I'm so close. Please" you can barely speak.

"I know. Squeezing me so tight" he says still pressed tight to your chest. He starts to kiss your skin, finds your nipple, flicks his tongue against it and sucks hard earning a moan from you. He continues doing it, needing more of your sounds. A few more thrusts and he can feel you clench hard against him, wetness spread onto him, "Joost" you scream as you reach your peak. "I've got you." he holds the side of your face. "A few more seconds, I'm right there." He increases the speed of his thrusts and releases into you.

He holds you tight against his chest, both of you trying to catch your breath. You feel him soften in you, not ready to separate yet. You put your head on his shoulder. "I will never take it off" you say.

"Hm?" he is confused, still coming to his senses.

"The necklace. It's staying on forever."

"I love you" he can't help but smile.

"I love you too." you reply against his shoulder.

You do it again in the shower after you pretended you need to leave the necklace on the sink before getting in, just to tease him. It got him worked up again. After getting back in bed, you fall asleep facing each other, his fingers intertwined with yours, your hand is pressed right up to his chest, the other draped around your middle.