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friends with benefits but joost is a bit toxic 🙏🙏🙏

You only call me when it's half past five

Paring: Joost Klein x female!reader 

Description:Y/N and Joost had been in a friends-with-benefits relationship for a while, but when Y/N saw him kiss someone else right in front of her, a wave of jealousy hit her hard. Feeling hurt and frustrated, she stormed out, seeking solace in the arms of another. Though the stranger’s affection offered temporary relief, it couldn’t compare to the magnetic pull Joost had on her.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, cigarettes, angst, rpf

Word count: 3 k +

You were nestled in bed, engrossed in your favorite show, when your phone suddenly lit up. It was Joost. With a sigh, you paused the show and grabbed the phone.

"Hey, Joost. What's up?" you answered, curious about the late-night call.

"Hi Y/N, what are you up to?" Joost's voice came through, noticeably slurred and tipsy.

"I'm just relaxing in bed, watching some TV. What's going on with you?" you replied.

"I'm at this wild party at a friend's place," Joost said, his excitement palpable even through the phone. "You should totally come."

A grin spread across your face. "You know I can't resist a good party. And my FOMO is off the charts. Send me the address, and I'm there."

Joost chuckled, knowing he had you hooked. "I knew you'd say that. I'll text you the details right now." 

He hung up before you could say anything more. With a sigh, you pressed play on your show again before you swung your legs out of bed to get ready for the party.

Opting for a casual look, you chose a black tube top and a flowy long white skirt that was slightly see-through in certain lighting. It was just a random house party, after all, but you still wanted to look effortlessly stylish. Your phone lit up again, this time with a text from Joost containing the address of the party.

Turning off the TV, you rummaged for drinks to bring along. You found a shot and downed it immediately, not wanting to show up completely sober. You grabbed a few more shots and a variety of canned drinks and put them in a bag, ready for the party. 

You picked up your phone, took a selfie as you downed another shot, and sent it to Joost with the text, “Ready!”

With a buzz of excitement, you gathered your drinks and slipped on a pair of comfortable shoes. After a final glance in the mirror, you grabbed your keys and headed out the door.

The party wasn't far away, so you decided to walk to the nearest electric scooter. The cool night air felt refreshing as you approached the row of scooters, selecting one and scanning the QR code to unlock it. 

With a slight thrill, you hopped on and zipped through the streets, the city lights blurring around you. The anticipation of the party mixed with the freedom of the ride made you feel alive. 

As you approached the house, the sounds of laughter and music grew louder, guiding you to your destination. You parked the scooter nearby and walked up to the front door. Out of courtesy, you knocked before stepping inside. The house was crowded, but every face was familiar. 

You searched the kitchen for a spot to set down your drinks, and as you closed the fridge and popped open a can, you caught sight of Joost guiding a girl toward another room. Although you and Joost had a casual friends-with-benefits arrangement and nothing exclusive, it still stung to see him with someone else, especially tonight. You couldn’t help but wonder why he’d invite you to the party only to focus his attention elsewhere. 

You trailed behind, observing Joost lead her into the heart of a lively dancing crowd. Instead of joining them, you headed toward a nearby couch where a group was engaged in a drinking game. You plopped down and asked, “Mind if I join in?”

As you joined the drinking game, the laughter and lightheartedness of the group momentarily distracted you from Joost and the mystery girl. But your eyes kept drifting back to them, watching as they swayed together in the dimly lit living room. You tried to shake off the uneasy feeling, reminding yourself that you and Joost weren’t exclusive. Still, something about the situation didn't sit right with you.

A few rounds later, after downing more than a couple of shots, you decided you’d had enough of the silent torture. You weren't the type to just sit back and let things fester. Gathering your courage, you stood up, excused yourself from the group, and made your way through the crowd toward Joost.

You found him leaning against the wall, his arm draped lazily over the girl’s shoulders as they talked in hushed tones, their faces close. Your heart pounded in your chest as you approached, but you steadied yourself, determined to confront him.

“Joost,” you called out, loud enough to be heard over the music. His head turned slightly in your direction, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment. 

He smirked, but instead of acknowledging you, he turned back to the girl and said something that made her giggle. Irritation flared inside you. You stepped closer, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

“Joost,” you repeated, your tone firmer this time.

Finally, he glanced at you, his smirk still plastered on his face. “Hey, Y/N. Having fun?”

You crossed your arms, trying to keep your composure. “What’s going on? You invited me here, but it seems like you’re more interested in... other things.”

Joost raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your frustration. He glanced at the girl beside him, then back at you. “Oh, come on, Y/N. We’re just having a little fun. No need to get all serious.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a word out, Joost leaned in and kissed the girl right in front of you. It wasn’t just a peck either—it was a deliberate, slow kiss, meant to provoke.

Your heart sank as you watched them, feeling a mix of anger and hurt. Joost had always been playful, but this was different. He was doing it on purpose, knowing it would get under your skin. And it worked.

As they pulled apart, Joost looked at you again, his eyes gleaming with a teasing challenge. “Don’t be mad, Y/N. You know we aren't exclusive”

The girl glanced at you, her expression unreadable, but she didn’t move away from Joost. Instead, she stood there, almost as if she were waiting to see how you’d react.

You felt a burning need to say something, to do something, but a part of you hesitated. This wasn’t what you’d signed up for. The casual nature of your relationship with Joost had always been comfortable, but now it felt like he was pushing boundaries just to see how far he could go.

Taking a deep breath, you finally spoke, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “You know, Joost, this is just cruel.”

Joost’s smirk faded slightly, as if your words had hit a nerve. But before he could respond, you turned on your heel and walked away, pushing through the crowd. You didn’t know where you were going, but anywhere was better than standing there, feeling humiliated.

You found yourself outside on the porch, the cool night air hitting your flushed cheeks. You leaned against the railing, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. 

As you stood there, lost in thought, you felt a presence beside you. You looked up to see one of the guys from the drinking game, his expression concerned.

“Hey,” he said softly. “You okay?”

You forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just needed some fresh air.”

He nodded, leaning on the railing beside you. “Joost can be a real jerk sometimes. Don’t let him get to you.”

His words brought a surprising sense of comfort, easing the tension that had been building all night.

"Want a cigarette?" he asked, pulling out a pack and offering it to you as he took one for himself.

You nodded, taking one from the box and placing it between your lips.

He lit his cigarette first, the flame briefly illuminating his face, then leaned in to light yours. The warmth of the lighter’s flame brushed against your skin, and your eyes met his for a moment longer than you expected. There was something in his gaze, something playful and inviting, that made the tension in your chest ease just a bit more.

As you both exhaled that first drag, the smoke curled up into the night air, mixing with the muted sounds of the party behind you. You took another drag, feeling the calm slowly settle in.

“So,” he began with a teasing grin, “do you always make such dramatic exits at parties, or is tonight a special occasion?”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes as you leaned back against the porch railing. “Only when the party’s worth it,” you replied, smirking. “Though I needed a good reason to escape that mess inside.”

He laughed, a warm sound that seemed to wrap around you. “Well, if you’re looking for an escape, I’m pretty good at keeping people distracted.” He leaned in just slightly, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah? And what kind of tricks are we talking about?”

He took a slow drag, his eyes never leaving yours. “I could start with some bad jokes, move on to charming conversation, and maybe—just maybe—end with something more interesting.” His gaze dipped briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes, the suggestion clear.

You felt your pulse quicken, the playful tension between you growing. “Bad jokes, huh?” you teased, trying to ignore the way his attention was making your heart race. “You must be a real pro.”

“Only when I’m inspired,” he shot back, his grin widening.

You laughed softly, the sound mingling with the crackling of your cigarettes. There was something undeniably magnetic about him, something that made it easy to forget the mess with Joost inside.

Before you could think too much about it, you took a step closer, closing the small gap between you. “Well,” you said, your voice a little softer, “maybe you can show me one of those tricks right now.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. His eyes flickered with interest as he leaned in, the world around you fading until it was just the two of you on that porch. You could feel his breath against your lips, the anticipation crackling in the air. And then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he closed the distance and kissed you.

The kiss was warm and gentle at first, testing the waters, but it quickly deepened as you responded, your hand moving to the back of his neck. His free hand found your waist, pulling you closer, and for a moment, everything else vanished—the noise from the party, the tension from earlier, even the lingering thoughts of Joost. All that mattered was the feel of his lips on yours and the way he was holding you as if he didn’t want to let go.

But the moment was shattered when the door to the house swung open. You broke the kiss and pulled away, feeling the heat of the moment, but as soon as Joost’s voice cut through the air, your heart sank. You looked over the guy’s shoulder to see Joost standing in the doorway, his expression a mix of surprise and something else—something that made your stomach twist with uncertainty.

“Y/N,” Joost said, his voice cool and controlled, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He stepped onto the porch, his eyes drifting lazily between you and the guy beside you, who still had his hand on your waist. “Didn’t think you’d move on so quickly. Guess I underestimated you.”

The comment was sharp, laced with a mocking edge that sent a wave of irritation through you. You stepped back, putting some distance between yourself and the guy, who was now looking at Joost with a raised eyebrow, clearly sizing him up. But it wasn’t the guy beside you that had your attention—it was Joost and the way he was looking at you, like he was toying with you.

“Joost,” you started, your voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside you. “What do you want?”

He chuckled, a low, almost condescending sound, as he took a step closer, completely ignoring the other guy. “I just came out to get some air, but it looks like I walked in on something... interesting.” His eyes flicked to your lips, then back up to your eyes. “So, is this what you do now? Kiss random guys at parties?”

You felt your cheeks flush with a mix of anger and embarrassment. “And what about you?” you shot back. “You were the one all over that girl inside, or did you forget?”

Joost’s smirk widened, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. “Oh, I didn’t forget. But I wasn’t expecting you to get so jealous. I mean, it’s not like we’re exclusive or anything, right?”

The words stung, and Joost knew it. He was pushing your buttons, testing how far he could go. The guy beside you, sensing the tension, took a step back, clearly realizing this was between you and Joost.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure. “Why did you even invite me here, Joost? To play games? To mess with my head?”

He shrugged, his gaze never leaving yours. “Maybe I just wanted to see what you’d do. I like keeping things interesting.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, refusing to back down. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

“Maybe,” he admitted, his smirk softening into something more genuine as he closed the distance between you. “But you like it, don’t you? You like that I keep you guessing.”

He was so close now that you could feel the heat radiating off him, his presence overwhelming. Part of you wanted to push him away, to walk back into the house and leave him standing there. But another part of you—the part that had always been drawn to his teasing, his unpredictability—couldn’t bring yourself to move.

“You know,” Joost continued, his voice low as he reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “you’re not the only one who gets jealous. Seeing you with him...” He nodded slightly toward the guy who was now leaning against the porch railing, watching the interaction unfold. “It made me realize something.”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “And what’s that?”

“That I don’t like sharing,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper as his fingers trailed down your cheek. “Especially not when it comes to you.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the intensity in his eyes making your breath hitch. He leaned in closer, his lips just a hair’s breadth from yours, his teasing smirk still in place.

“You like being teased, don’t you?” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “Admit it, Y/N. You love it when I push your buttons.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could say anything, Joost closed the gap, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both demanding and intoxicating. This kiss was different from the one you’d shared with the other guy—it was filled with a fiery possessiveness, as if Joost was staking his claim.

Despite yourself, you found yourself kissing him back, your hands gripping the front of his shirt as you pulled him closer. It was infuriating how easily he could get under your skin, how much you craved this dangerous dance between you two.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, you were both breathing heavily. “See?” he whispered, his voice a mix of arrogance and affection. “You can’t resist me.”

You bit your lip, trying to regain some control. “You’re such a jerk,” you muttered, but your words lacked conviction.

Joost chuckled softly, pressing a quick, teasing kiss to your lips before pulling away slightly, his eyes still locked on yours. “Maybe, I am” he agreed, “but you like it”

Just as you were about to respond, the other guy cleared his throat, reminding you both that he was still there. Joost glanced over, his smirk returning as he gave the guy a mocking nod. “Thanks for keeping her company. I’ll take it from here.”

The guy rolled his eyes but didn’t argue, instead giving you a small, understanding smile before turning to head back inside, leaving you and Joost alone on the porch.

As the door closed behind the other guy, the night air seemed to grow still around you and Joost. The intensity of the moment hung heavy between you, and you could feel Joost’s gaze on you, sharp and possessive. He didn’t let go of your hand, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on your skin.

He leaned down, his lips trailing along your neck, sending a shiver through your body. A soft whimper escaped your lips; you were powerless against him, and he knew it. He had you wrapped around his finger, completely at his mercy. You wanted something real, a relationship that meant more, but deep down, you knew he saw you as nothing more than his toy, something he could enjoy on his terms, whenever he pleased.

As his lips continued to explore your neck, each kiss igniting sparks under your skin, you felt the bittersweet ache in your chest intensify. You were caught between the intoxicating pull of his touch and the painful truth that settled in your mind: you were just a fleeting pleasure for him, a secret indulgence.

Joost’s hands roamed over your body with a practiced ease, every movement claiming more of you, making it harder to remember why you wanted something more. His teeth grazed your skin, drawing another helpless whimper from you, and a low, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with arrogance. “You like being my toy”

You couldn’t deny it. The way he made you feel, the way he dominated every part of you, was intoxicating. But it wasn’t enough. You wanted more—more than just stolen moments and empty promises. You wanted to be more than just his plaything.

But as his hands gripped your hips, pulling you even closer, you felt your resolve waver. It was so easy to give in, to let yourself be swept away by the heat of the moment, to forget everything else.

Yet, deep down, the truth gnawed at you. This was all he was willing to offer, and as much as it hurt, you knew you were powerless to change it. The thought stung, but the way he held you, the way he touched you, made it so hard to resist. You were trapped in a dangerous game, one that left you longing for more even as you knew you’d never have it.

Joost pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’re mine,” he repeated, his voice a possessive growl, as if daring you to deny it.

And despite everything, despite the yearning for something real, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. Instead, you nodded, your voice barely a whisper as you replied, “Yes, I’m yours.” 

But even as the words left your lips, you knew they carried a weight that neither of you fully acknowledged—a truth buried beneath the surface of a relationship that was anything but simple.

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Eavesdropping

Paring: Joost Klein x female!reader 

Description: Y/N was sitting with her friend at a lively party, the room buzzing with conversation and laughter. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leaned in close, sharing some intimate details about her fantasies involving Joost.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, weed, smut, PnV, unprotected, Joost being a bit rough, rpf

Word count: 3k+

Sorry for the delay in posting—work and school have kept me busy. But here’s a new one inspired by today's Reading Reddit Stories. I am working on some request, so more is coming.

The house was alive with music, laughter, and the buzz of a summer party in full swing. People moved from room to room, drinks in hand, chatting, dancing, and letting loose. Joost had been floating around, engaging in small talk and enjoying the atmosphere, but after a while, he needed a break from the noise. The house was big, with plenty of rooms that offered a quiet escape. He slipped into a side room, which looked like a small study, hoping to find a moment of peace.

The study was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small lamp on the desk in the corner. Joost shut the door behind him, but it didn’t latch completely, leaving it slightly ajar. He sank into the leather chair by the window, the faint hum of the party outside muffled by the walls. He let out a sigh and opened the window, took out and lit a joint, finally relaxing as he let the distant music fade into the background. 

But soon, voices from the hallway outside caught his attention. They were familiar—Y/N and Liz, giggling and tipsy from a night of fun. He couldn’t help but smile to himself, but when he heard his name mentioned, his ears perked up.

"I’m telling you, Liz," Y/N said, her voice laced with that playful edge she got after a few drinks. "If Joost knew what I really wanted from him… well, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to look at me the same way again."

Joost’s heart skipped a beat. He sat up a little straighter, suddenly very interested in what was being said. He knew eavesdropping was wrong, but his curiosity got the better of him.

"Oh, do tell!" Liz encouraged, her voice bubbly with excitement. "What kind of dirty little thoughts have you been hiding?"

Y/N let out a low, almost wicked laugh. "You know, the kind where he’s not just the sweet, nice guy everyone thinks he is. I keep imagining what it’d be like if he just… snapped, you know? Like, I want him to lose all that control and just take me wherever we are. Like, right here at this party, against a wall, or maybe even on the floor… not caring who’s around or who might hear us."

Joost felt a shock of electricity run through him. Her words were so unexpected, so raw and vivid, that they hit him like a truck. He shifted in his seat, the leather creaking slightly under him. The idea of Y/N—fun, witty, and someone he had secretly admired—fantasizing about him like that was enough to make his head spin.

Liz gasped, then let out a laugh that was almost scandalized. "Y/N! I didn’t know you had it in you! That’s… wow, okay, that’s hot. But honestly, I think he’d be down for it if he knew."

Y/N snorted and laughed. "Yeah, sure. Like I’m just going to walk up to him and tell him I fantasize about him choking me while he's fucking me senseless."

Joost’s heart was pounding in his chest, the air around him suddenly feeling too warm. Before he could fully process what he was doing, he walked up to the door frame to be able to hear the conversation more clearly, causing the door to creak loudly.

Both Y/N and Liz fell silent. Liz, always the sharp one, noticed the slightly ajar door immediately. Her eyes widened as she nudged Y/N, pointing toward the study. "Oh my god, Y/N…"

Y/N turned slowly, her heart dropping to her stomach as she saw the door, and through the small crack, Joost’s unmistakable silhouette. Her face flushed a deep red as she realized he must have heard everything. Liz was biting her lip, trying not to burst out laughing, her eyes darting between Joost and Y/N, reveling in the unfolding drama.

Joost stepped into the doorway, his face caught somewhere between a grin and something darker, more intense. His eyes locked onto Y/N’s, a glint of mischief playing in them. "So," he started, his voice low and teasing, "I couldn’t help but overhear something about losing control and taking you… right here?"

Y/N’s mouth went dry, her usual quick wit abandoning her as she stared at him, wide-eyed. "I… I was just joking around," she stammered, though the words didn’t carry much conviction. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, the alcohol in her system making her feel even more vulnerable under his gaze.

Joost took a slow, deliberate step closer, the air between them thick with tension. "Were you?" he asked, his voice a seductive murmur that made her shiver. "Because if that’s really what you want, I’m more than willing to make it happen."

Liz, barely able to contain herself, let out a laugh that she quickly tried to stifle. "Oh my god, you guys," she giggled, taking a step back. "I’m just gonna… leave you two to it. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do." With a playful wink, she spun around and disappeared into the throng of partygoers, leaving Joost and Y/N alone.

Y/N couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol, the heat of the moment, or the way Joost was looking at her with those intense, dark eyes, but she felt herself leaning into the tension rather than shying away from it. "I didn’t think you’d actually… want to," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Joost was standing so close now that she could feel the warmth radiating off him. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her. "I’ve wanted to for a long time," he confessed, his voice rough with desire. "But now that I know what you’ve been thinking… I don’t think I can hold back."

Y/N’s breath hitched, and before she could second-guess herself, she grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down to her level. "Then don’t," she whispered against his lips.

That was all the encouragement Joost needed. With a low growl, he crushed his lips to hers, the kiss hungry and demanding, all the pent-up tension between them finally exploding. His hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips as he pushed her back against the wall, the bass of the music vibrating through them both.

Y/N responded eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor. The party, the world outside that moment faded into nothing as they lost themselves in each other. Joost’s lips left hers, trailing down her neck, his breath hot against her skin. "Tell me," he murmured between kisses, his voice thick with need. "Tell me what else you’ve been imagining."

Y/N gasped as his teeth grazed her collarbone, her body arching against him. "I’ve been thinking… about how you’d feel inside me," she confessed breathlessly. "Right here… right now… I want you, Joost. I want you to fuck me so hard that everyone at this party knows exactly what we’re doing."

Joost let out a low, primal sound, a dark grin spreading across his face as he lifted her off the ground, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Then let’s make it a party they won’t forget," he growled, his hands sliding under her dress as he pressed her firmly against the wall.

The heat between them was scorching, their breath mingling as they kissed again, harder, more desperate. The music pulsed in the background, but all Y/N could hear was the rush of blood in her ears, all she could feel was Joost’s hands on her, his body pressed so tightly against hers.

Joost’s mouth was on her ear now, his voice a rough whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "I want to hear you," he commanded, his hand slipping under her panties. "I want to hear you moan my name."

Y/N let out a shaky breath, her head falling back against the wall as she felt his fingers slide inside her. "Joost," she whimpered, her voice high and needy, exactly what he wanted to hear.

He growled in response, his lips finding hers again as he began to move his fingers, his pace relentless. Y/N’s body trembled, her moans growing louder as the pleasure built, their surroundings fading completely into oblivion as they lost themselves in each other.

Outside the room, the party continued, oblivious to the wild, electric scene unfolding just behind the study’s closed door. But neither Joost nor Y/N cared. They were lost in the moment, giving in to the dark, burning desire that had finally come to light, and there was no going back.

Y/N’s senses were overwhelmed as Joost’s touch sent shockwaves through her body. The room around them seemed to pulse with the rhythm of the music outside, but it felt distant, secondary to the intense connection between them. Her back pressed against the wall, she could feel every movement he made, the heat of his body burning through the thin fabric of her dress.

Joost’s lips were relentless, trailing fiery kisses along her neck, his stubble scraping against her skin in a way that made her shiver with anticipation. He wasn’t just kissing her; he was claiming her, marking her as his in a way that felt primal and raw. His hand slipped further down, gripping her thigh as he lifted her leg higher around his waist, opening her up to him even more.

"God, Y/N," Joost breathed against her skin, his voice rough with need. "You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, how many nights I’ve thought about what it would be like to have you like this."

His confession sent a thrill through her, knowing that he had been harboring the same desires she had tried to push down for so long. "Then don’t stop," she urged, her voice breathy and desperate. "Show me, Joost."

Joost’s eyes darkened, a fierce determination taking over as he reached down, his fingers deftly working to free himself from the constraints of his jeans. The air between them was thick with tension, every second stretched out as he positioned himself at her entrance, his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race.

"Tell me how much you want this," Joost demanded, his voice low and commanding. "I want to hear you say it."

Y/N’s breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. "I want it, Joost," she whispered, her voice trembling with raw need. "I want you to fuck me right here, right now. I need you."

With a growl of satisfaction, Joost thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion. The suddenness of it drew a gasp from Y/N’s lips, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him, overwhelmed by the sheer force of his desire. He was everywhere—inside her, around her—his presence consuming every part of her being.

Joost set a punishing rhythm, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body, the sound of skin against skin filling the small room. Y/N’s moans grew louder, uninhibited, as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her. She didn’t care who might hear them, didn’t care about anything except the way Joost made her feel like she was on fire, like she was unraveling beneath him.

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, deeper, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. "You feel so fucking good," Joost groaned, his voice rough and filled with raw hunger. "I’m not going to stop until I hear you scream my name."

Y/N’s head fell back against the wall, her mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure as Joost’s words drove her further to the brink. The tension inside her tightened with every thrust, every touch, building up to a nearly unbearable intensity. Joost’s hand moved to her neck, applying a firm, possessive pressure that sent shivers through her body.

"Joost," she gasped, her voice breaking as the pleasure became too much to bear. "I’m… I’m so close…"

Joost let out a deep growl, his movements becoming more urgent, his grip on her tightening as he pushed Y/N closer to the edge. "Come for me, Y/N," he demanded, his voice rough and commanding. "I want to feel you come around me."

Those words sent her over the edge. Y/N's body arched against him as her climax tore through her, a cry of pure ecstasy escaping her lips as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her, leaving her breathless and trembling in his arms.

But Joost wasn't finished. His grip tightened as he thrust deeper, his breath hot against her neck. "I'm not done with you yet," he growled, his voice a dark promise that sent shivers down her spine.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as Joost’s words hung in the air, their intensity reigniting the fire between them. Her body was still quivering from the overwhelming orgasm that had just crashed through her, but the dark, insatiable hunger in Joost’s eyes told her he wasn’t even close to being done.

Without warning, Joost tightened his grip on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh with a bruising force that sent a jolt of anticipation through her. He pulled back just enough to lock eyes with her, his gaze burning with a raw, primal desire that made her heart race. There was no tenderness in his touch now, only a ruthless determination to claim every part of her.

“You think you’ve had enough?” Joost’s voice was a dark, growling rasp, filled with unrestrained hunger. “I’m not stopping until every last person at this party hears you scream my name.”

Before Y/N could respond, Joost captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, his lips punishing and unyielding as he devoured her. There was no gentleness, only the desperate, violent need to dominate, to possess her completely. His hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back as he ravaged her mouth, his teeth grazing her bottom lip with enough force to make her gasp.

His hips slammed into hers with brutal force, each thrust deep and merciless, driving her against the wall with a rhythm that was anything but slow. Y/N’s nails dug into his back, leaving angry red welts as she clung to him, overwhelmed by the intensity. The pain only fueled her desire, her body arching into him as she lost herself in the raw, animalistic need he unleashed in her.

The room around them was filled with the harsh sounds of their coupling—her gasps and moans, his growls of satisfaction, the sharp slap of skin against skin as Joost pounded into her with unrelenting force. The tension between them tightened, coiling like a spring ready to snap as Joost drove her closer and closer to the edge.

“Joost…” Y/N’s voice was breathless, trembling with a mix of exhaustion and desperate need, but before she could finish, Joost silenced her with another punishing kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with a ferocity that left her dizzy.

“I’m not stopping until I know you can’t take any more,” he growled against her lips, his pace quickening, his grip on her hips so tight she knew she’d wear his marks for days.

She was completely at his mercy, her body a live wire of sensation as he drove her toward another explosive climax.

Y/N could feel the tension in her body reaching a breaking point, every muscle coiled tight as Joost’s thrusts became even more brutal, more demanding. And then, with a final, devastating thrust, Y/N shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her with a violence that left her screaming his name.

Joost’s own release was swift and fierce, a guttural growl tearing from his throat as he buried himself deep inside her, the intensity of their shared climax leaving them both trembling, breathless, and utterly spent.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, bodies entwined, their hearts pounding in sync as they rode the waves of their shared ecstasy. Joost held her close, his forehead resting against hers as they fought to catch their breath, the air between them thick with the remnants of their desire.

Finally, Joost pulled back, his eyes still dark and intense as they locked onto Y/N’s. A slow, satisfied smile curled his lips, his voice hoarse and rough as he murmured, “Anything like you imagine?”

Y/N returned his smile, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their raw, intense connection. “Even better,” she whispered, her fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw, her touch gentle in contrast to the ferocity of what they’d just shared.

Joost chuckled darkly, pressing a rough kiss to her forehead before he slowly lowered her back to the ground, his hands lingering on her waist as if reluctant to let her go. 

They stayed like that for a moment, lost in the intimacy of the aftermath, the sounds of the party still faint in the background but no longer a part of their world. It was just the two of them, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s arms, the tension that had been building between them for so long finally released.

But as the reality of what had just happened began to settle in, Y/N couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound a mix of relief and disbelief. "I can’t believe we just did that," she said, her voice still breathless, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

Joost grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he nuzzled her neck. "Believe it," he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin. "And just so you know, this isn’t a one-time thing. Now that I know what you want, I’m going to make sure you get it… again and again."

Y/N shivered at the promise in his voice, her body already responding to the idea of more, of Joost taking her in every way she had ever fantasized about. "Ohh please do," she whispered back, her lips finding his in a slow, lingering kiss that held the promise of everything that was to come.

As they finally untangled themselves, the party outside still raging on, they knew that everything had changed between them. They had crossed a line, broken through the barriers that had kept them apart for so long, and now there was no going back.

And neither of them wanted to.

[fullsandwichmiracle]

Passionate fight

Paring: Joost Klein x female!reader 

Description: rough makeup sex with Joost 

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, fingering, oral receiving, PnV, unprotected, rough, Joost being dominant, one shot

Word count: 1.5K+

You stormed into the house, slamming the door so hard it rattled the frame. Joost darted in after you, throwing the door back open, you spun around, eyes blazing with fury.

"I'm sorry, Lejfe!" he pleaded, reaching out, but you wrenched your hand away.

"How dare you," you hissed, your voice trembling with a raw mix of hurt and rage. "After everything we've been through, you betray me like this?"

Joost's face fell, but he squared his shoulders defiantly. "I made a mistake, okay? But you're not perfect either!"

The accusation cut deep, and you scoffed bitterly. "Don't you dare turn this around on me. This is about your betrayal, not my flaws."

He shook his head, frustration crackling in his voice. "I never meant to hurt you, Lejfe. Can't you see that?"

Tears welled up, but you refused to let them fall. "I trusted you," you screamed, voice hoarse with pain. "And you threw it all away."

Joost stepped closer, desperation lacing his words. "Please, let's talk about this. We can work through it."

Your hand shot up, ready to jab him in the chest, but Joost's grip tightened around your wrist, stopping you mid-action and yanking you closer. His eyes bore into yours, a fierce mix of desperation and determination.

You could feel his breath against your skin, hot and urgent, the closeness electrifying the air between you. Every muscle in your body tensed, ready to push him away, yet an undeniable pull kept you rooted to the spot.

The pent-up frustration you felt found a new outlet as his lips met yours in an intense, unexpected kiss. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, and all the anger and tension dissolved in the passionate embrace.

The kiss was unexpected, a collision of conflicting emotions—anger, desire, betrayal, and love all tangled together. For a moment, you resisted, trying to pull away, but Joost's arms wrapped around you, holding you tight.

His kiss was desperate, pleading, as if he could convey through it all the regret and longing he couldn't put into words. Slowly, reluctantly, you began to melt into the kiss, the heat of it searing through your anger.

Your mind raced, torn between the desire to give in and the anger that still burned within you. For a moment, the world faded away, and all that mattered was the raw, unspoken emotion between you two. His touch, his scent, everything about him drew you in, even as your heart resisted.

But then you pushed him away forcefully, breaking the kiss. "I hate you," you gasped, breathless from the intensity of the moment. Your chest heaved, filled with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, the echo of his kiss lingering on your lips.

"I love you!" Joost replied passionately, his voice tinged with desperation, before pulling you close again. His hands moved to your hips, silently urging you to jump into his arms.

You hesitated, torn between the tumult of emotions raging within you. Joost's kiss had stirred a maelstrom of conflicting feelings—anger, hurt, and a lingering love that refused to be extinguished. His grip on your hips was firm yet gentle, a silent plea for understanding. You could feel his heart racing against yours, a testament to the sincerity of his words. For a moment, you stood there, suspended between the past and the possibility of a future, uncertain of which way to turn.

"I hate you," you repeated, your voice wavering as you struggled against the pull of his touch. Joost's eyes bore into yours, filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "I know," he murmured, his breath warm against your cheek. "But I can't let you go."

Before you could protest further, he lifted you effortlessly into his arms, holding you close as he kissed you again, his lips seeking solace in yours. The intensity of his embrace threatened to overwhelm you, and for a fleeting moment, you surrendered to the familiarity of his touch. The world around you seemed to blur, and all that existed was the undeniable connection between you and Joost.

But as reality crashed back in, you shoved against his chest, breaking free from his kiss but still entwined around his hips. "Stop!" you snarled, eyes blazing with anger. "This isn't right!"

"Fuck you," Joost snapped, tossing you onto the bed, causing you to gasp. He swiftly unbuttoned his pants and removed them, towering over you as he swiftly took off yours.

His strong hands restrained you while he hovered above, his intent evident in his piercing stare. You didn't fight against his hold, only repeating, "I said I hate you," before his lips silenced you with a kiss on your neck, eliciting an involuntary moan. Your mind battled between resistance and the undeniable pull of his touch, each kiss blurring the lines of your emotions even further.

Your heart raced with a mixture of revulsion and dread as his lips moved from your neck to your ear, whispering, "I'm going to fuck you until you love me again," sending chills down your spine. His grip tightened, his touch growing more invasive by the second. One of his hands reached down, applying pressure to your clit through the fabric of your panties, making a moan slip out of your mouth. "Joost," you gasped, the sound a confusing blend of anger and reluctant desire.

You loved the way his touch made you feel; even when it was rough, you felt his love. When he tore away your panties, you heard them rip from the force. His intensity took your breath away, the action filled with a fervor that left you trembling. The sound of the fabric tearing echoed in the room, amplifying the raw urgency between you.

His hand returned to your wet folds, slipping a finger inside as he kneeled down. He placed a kiss on your sensitive spot before beginning to suck and lick with hungry insistence, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

Every touch was forceful, every caress rough, fueling a primal fire within you that clashed with the turmoil in your mind. You wanted to resist, to push him away, but his demanding touch threatened to overwhelm your willpower. Each thrust of his finger and swirl of his tongue sent waves of intense sensation coursing through you, drawing out guttural moans that mingled with the sound of your ragged breaths.

Despite your inner turmoil, a part of you craved this rough intimacy, this raw connection that only he seemed able to awaken. As he continued to explore your depths with a relentless hunger that both frustrated and thrilled you, you struggled to reconcile the conflicting emotions swirling within you.

His relentless assault on your senses pushed you to the edge, igniting a primal desire that fought against your rational thoughts. The intensity of his touch was both punishing and intoxicating, leaving you gasping for air as pleasure and pain blurred into one.

You clenched the sheets, torn between wanting him to stop and craving more of his rough affection. His fingers delved deeper, his tongue tracing circles of need on your most sensitive parts. Each movement sent shockwaves through your body, building an ache that demanded release.

You moaned his name, a plea and a curse, as he drove you closer to the edge. His grip on your hips tightened, his movements becoming more urgent and insistent. With each thrust and lick, he claimed you with a ferocity that bordered on possessiveness, marking you as his in this moment of raw, unbridled passion.

In the midst of the storm he stirred within you, you struggled to resist the overwhelming pull he exerted, even as your mind screamed for restraint. The line between resistance and surrender blurred, and despite your earlier protestations, you found yourself unable to deny the pleasure he awakened in you.

You felt his mouth and finger leave, the sudden absence replaced by the cold air that prickled your skin. Then, you felt his hard length penetrate you, eliciting a deep, involuntary moan. Your body tensed as he entered you, his movements rough and unyielding. Each forceful thrust pushed you deeper into a realm where pleasure mingled with a hint of pain. The sensation of him filling you completely overwhelmed your senses.

You gasped and writhed against him, caught between the raw desire ignited by his possession and the primal urge to resist. His hands gripped your hips with bruising intensity, guiding the rhythm with a relentless determination that matched the piercing intensity of his gaze. With each aggressive thrust, he drove you towards an edge of ecstasy, rough and unapologetic in his dominance.

As he continued to claim you with a fierce hunger, your moans became desperate, echoing off the walls as a testament to the raw, carnal passion between you. The urgency of his movements mirrored the frantic beat of your heart, each plunge pushing you closer to a climax that promised both liberation and submission to his rough embrace.

He withdrew abruptly grunting “Turn around” and swiftly maneuvered his grip on your hips as he positioned you on all fours, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of desire. You felt exposed and vulnerable, yet a primal thrill surged through you at his commanding presence.

Without hesitation, he pressed against you from behind, his hardness pressing eagerly against your entrance. The urgency in his movements spoke volumes of his need, his control slipping as he drove himself into you with unbridled force. Each thrust rocked through your body, sending waves of pleasure and intensity coursing through every nerve.

Your hands gripped the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as you surrendered to the rough, primal rhythm he set. The sound of your mingled moans filled the room, a symphony of passion and lust echoing off the walls.

Joost's hand shot up and came down sharply on your ass, the impact making it jiggle enticingly beneath his touch. The sudden spank sent a thrill through you, his touch both surprising and arousing as you felt the sting meld with a rush of heat, awakening desire in unexpected ways. His nails gripped your skin fiercely, eliciting a moan as he quickened his pace. The sting of his touch intensified the sensation, heightening your pleasure with each movement. 

Your head snapped back as your entire body arched in response to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. Every nerve tingled with sensation as you surrendered to the exquisite ecstasy of the moment. His hand tangled in your hair, using it for leverage as he thrust harder and deeper into you, intensifying each passionate movement.

His hand twisted in your hair, yanking it back as he drove himself harder and deeper into you. Each forceful thrust sent shivers down your spine, mixing pain with raw pleasure. Your breath hitched with each rough pull, your body surrendering to the intense rhythm of his dominance. The friction between you fueled a primal hunger, igniting a fire that consumed every inch of your being. 

He yanked your hair, forcing you onto only your knees, while his other hand wrapped around your neck, tightening with a slick grip that left you breathless. Your body tensed with a mix of fear and excitement as he exerted control over you. The pressure on your neck intensified, sending a surge of adrenaline through your veins. You were completely at his mercy, lost in the dizzying sensation of submission and desire.  

Joost thrust into you forcefully, gripping your hair and tightening his hold around your neck, eliciting a mix of screams and moans. "“ohh. my… ffffuucking shit”.  

He leaned close to your ear, his forceful thrusts continuing as he whispered with heavy breath, "Say you love me, liefje “. His voice was thick with desire and a hint of command, his breath hot against your ear. Each word sent a shiver down your spine as his relentless rhythm stirred a mixture of longing and submission within you. His request hung in the air, a tantalizing dare that begged for a response, your heart racing with the intensity of the moment. 

As you hesitated, he pulled your hair harder and thrust forcefully. "Come on, liefje," he urged, his voice laced with impatience and desire. You felt his grip tighten, a mix of pleasure and urgency driving his movements. Each thrust was a demand, pushing you closer to the edge of surrender. His commanding tone spurred you on, and with a moan, you gasped out, "Joost, I love you." His pace quickened, releasing his grip on your hair and neck, forcefully pushing your head down onto the bed as he grasped your hips with unyielding intensity. 

Your body yielded to his dominance, each thrust driving you deeper into a primal state of desire. His hands on your hips held you firmly in place, his movements growing more urgent and rough. You gasped as the intensity of his desire pushed you to the brink of ecstasy. His relentless pace and firm grip on your hips left you breathless, your senses consumed by the raw, exhilarating energy between you. The sensation of being taken so forcefully ignited a fierce craving within you, your moans mingling with his fervent whispers and the sound of skin against skin.

Lost in the throes of passion, you surrendered completely to his primal dominance. Each powerful thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, igniting a fire that burned hotter with every moment. His hands, firm on your hips, guided your movements, intensifying the connection between you. The room filled with the intoxicating scent of sweat and desire as you both gave in to the relentless hunger driving you towards an explosive climax. 

Your breath quickened as the intensity reached a crescendo, the rhythm of your bodies syncing in a primal dance. With each thrust, a symphony of gasps and moans escaped your lips. The world around you faded into a blur as pleasure surged through every nerve ending, drawing you closer to a shared release that promised to be nothing short of euphoric.

Your senses were overwhelmed by the relentless passion and heat between you. With each breathless moment, you felt an exhilarating rush that seemed to pull you deeper into a realm where only the two of you existed. His grip on your hips tightened, guiding you through waves of pleasure that crashed over you both like a storm. The tightening sensation in your stomach grew as you gasped, "I'm coming, don't stop.". 

His movements grew more urgent, driven by your plea. The intensity of his touch and the building pressure inside you pushed you closer to the edge of release. With each powerful thrust, you felt yourself teetering on the brink of ecstasy, the anticipation heightening as you surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure. Your body arched uncontrollably, every nerve tingling with the impending climax. His pace quickened, his grip on your hips becoming almost possessive as he drove you towards the peak of ecstasy. 

You moaned loudly as you were driven to climax, your body tightening around him as he thrust quickly into you with a ragged rhythm. You came, unable to withstand his relentless pace any longer, your release enveloping his entire length. 

The heightened wetness drove Joost wild, spurring him to thrust harder into you, guiding you through your climax as he reached his own. He twitched upon release, his fluid filling you, accompanied by grunts of satisfaction. His hand slammed onto your ass once more, eliciting a whimper from you, the sensation pushing you to the edge of overstimulation. He thrusted a few more times as he reached the peak of his orgasm, before collapsing beside you.  

"I love you, liefje," Joost panted, trying to catch his breath as he pulled you into a tight hug. You melted into his touch, now so soft and gentle, the anger slowly dissipating as you felt his sincerity.

Taking a deep breath, you looked into his eyes, seeing the remorse and love there. With a sigh, you whispered softly, "I love you too, Joost."

[fullsandwichmiracle]

Entranced by his touch

Paring: Joost Klein x female!reader 

Description: public bathroom sex with Joost

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, fingering, PnV, unprotected, Sex in Puplic space, being cuaght, one shot

Word count: 1.5K+

You were invited to join Joost and his friend at a club, and you decided to bring some of your own friends along. The night felt electric with possibilities, and you dressed to impress. A short skirt that barely covered you, a black top that revealed a generous amount of cleavage, and high heels to add a bit of height completed your look. You had been with Joost before, and tonight you hoped for a repeat of that excitement.

As you and your girlfriends arrived at the club, the thumping bass of the music welcomed you. The atmosphere was charged with energy. You made a beeline for the bar, ordering a round of shots to kick off the night. The fiery liquid burned its way down your throat, heightening your senses and amplifying your anticipation.

With the shots done, you and your friends headed to the dance floor. The rhythm of the music pulsed through your body as you moved, your eyes scanning the crowd for Joost and his entourage. The lights flashed and bodies swayed, creating a kaleidoscope of colors and motion.

After dancing for a while, you felt a hand wrap around your hips from behind. You turned around, your heart skipping a beat. There stood Joost, a hint of sweat glistening on his brow. He wore a crisp white shirt that contrasted sharply with his sleek black tie and oversized black jeans. His presence was magnetic, and you couldn't help but bite your lip as you took in the sight of him.

His eyes met yours, and the unspoken desire between you was palpable. The night was still young, and the possibilities were endless. You knew you wanted him, and from the look in his eyes, he wanted you too.

"Hey Y/N, so glad you made it," Joost greeted, his voice pulling you from your intense gaze.

"Of course, no one parties like you guys," you said, your voice low and sultry as you took hold of his tie. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," you purred, your fingers teasingly playing with the fabric, a subtle invitation lingering between you.

Joost leaned in close, his lips grazing your ear. "Someone's in quite the mood," he murmured, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

You felt Joost's warm breath against your earlobe, sending a thrill through your body. His closeness intensified the electric tension between you, the pulsing beat of the music fading into the background as you focused solely on each other.

With a playful smile, you leaned back just enough to meet his eyes, your hand still lightly gripping his tie. "Can you blame me?" you whispered back, your voice a mixture of desire and playful challenge.

Joost's gaze intensified, a knowing grin spreading across his lips. "Not at all," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. His hand trailed down your arm in a deliberate caress. "Let's find somewhere quieter."

You followed him into the club's bathroom, closing the door behind you as he swiftly unbuckled his belt. With a swift movement, he took it off and used it to tie your hands behind your back.

With your hands now bound behind your back, Joost pressed you gently against the bathroom door, his body close to yours, the heat between you palpable. His lips found your neck in a hungry kiss from behind, his hands roaming over your body with a confident urgency.

The music thudded faintly through the walls as you responded eagerly to his touch wanting him more. 

Joost's fingers swiftly worked at the zipper of your skirt, sliding it down slowly, his touch sending tingles of anticipation down your spine. His breath was hot against your neck as he whispered, "You dressed all sexy for me, huh?"

You could only moan softly in response, the ache between your legs growing stronger with each passing moment. The belt around your wrists added an exhilarating sense of restraint, heightening the intensity of the encounter.

In the enclosed space, the distant thump of music Joost moved with purpose, his actions stirring a deep yearning within you. Leaning close, his lips brushed against your ear as he murmured, "Tell me what you want."

Your heart raced, and with pleading desire, you responded, "Please, Joost, fuck me."

As the words left your lips, Joost tightened his grip on your wrist. Joost's touch was firm yet tender as he positioned you over the sink, his movements swift and confident. The cool porcelain against your skin contrasted sharply with the heat radiating between you. His breath was hot against your neck as he pressed himself closer, the urgency palpable in every touch and caress. 

His fingertip traced along your slick folds, barely hindered by your panties, eliciting a whimper from you. Your whimper only fueled Joost's desire further. With a hungry growl, he pushed your panties aside, his touch more direct and intimate. His fingers explored you with a skilled precision, each caress sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

As his finger slipped into you, a loud moan escaped your lips, quickly stifled by Joost's other hand. 

"Shhh, we're in public, schatje," he whispered huskily, his fingers maintaining their relentless rhythm inside you, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. With a commanding move, he forced one of his fingers into your mouth, gripping your face tightly to make you look into the mirror.

"Such a pretty little slut," Joost growled, adding another finger, the intensity making you moan desperately into his hand.

Joost's grip tightened as he added another finger, stretching and filling you more intensely. Your muffled moans vibrated against his hand, heightening the raw desire coursing through you. His eyes locked onto yours in the mirror, a predatory gleam in his gaze.

"Look at yourself," he commanded, his voice rough with lust. "See how much you love this."

His pace quickened, each thrust of his fingers more forceful, driving you closer to the edge. The sound of your ragged breathing and the slick, wet noises filled the small bathroom, mingling with the distant thump of the club's music.

Joost pulled out his fingers making you whimper  as his hand caressed your body, his touch both possessive and demanding as he explored every curve. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "I want to hear you beg for it."

Your mind was a blur of pleasure and need, the intensity of his touch driving you to the brink. "Please, Joost," you gasped around his finger, your voice muffled but desperate. "I need you."

A dark smile curved his lips as he met your pleading gaze in the mirror. "Good girl," he murmured. In one swift motion, he pulled down his pants and underwear, positioning himself before thrusting his hard erection into you, causing you to let out a moan no longer muffled by Joost's hand. He continued to thrust inside you, one hand gripping your wrists tightly and the other holding your hip with a possessive force.

You whimpered at the intensity of his thrusts until you heard someone tug at the door and knock. "Can you guys stop fucking? I need the toilet."

Joost chuckled darkly, his pace unrelenting despite the interruption. "Seems like we've got an audience," he whispered in your ear, his breath hot and teasing. The knock on the door grew more insistent.

"Go somewhere else," Joost yelled back, his focus quickly returning to you. Each thrust was deep and commanding.

The knocking continued, but Joost ignored it, driving into you with relentless intensity, his grip on your hip tightening. "Let them wait," he growled, his voice filled with raw desire. The thrill of being caught only heightened the urgency and intensity between you.

Your body responded eagerly, the combination of pleasure and the risk of discovery sending you into a heightened state of arousal. You could barely hold back your moans, each one louder than the last, as Joost pushed you closer to the edge once again. You caught his gaze in the mirror, and as he noticed, he demanded, "Tell me how much you want it," his voice a rough whisper against your ear. Your mind was a whirlwind of sensation, the pleasure overwhelming as you gasped out your response, your voice trembling with need.

"I want it so bad," you cried, your words barely coherent as the pleasure built to a crescendo.

Joost's grin widened at your desperate confession, his thrusts growing even more forceful. "That's my girl," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

The intensity of the moment consumed you, your body arching against his with each powerful movement. The sensation was overwhelming, the pressure building inside you until you could no longer hold back. Your cries of pleasure filled the small bathroom, drowning out the persistent knocking from outside.

With one final, deep thrust, Joost sent you spiraling into a mind-blowing climax. Your body convulsed around him, the pleasure crashing over you in waves as you cried out his name. He followed soon after, his own release mingling with yours, the shared ecstasy creating an intense connection between you.

As the echoes of your shared pleasure faded, Joost slowly pulled back, his breath heavy and ragged. He gently untied your wrists, his touch soft and tender now. "You were amazing," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

Still trembling, you turned to face him, your eyes meeting in a moment of mutual satisfaction. Despite the risk, despite the interruption, the intensity of your encounter had left you both breathless 

Joost dried you off with some paper meant for drying your hands before pulling up your underwear from the floor and lightly smacking your ass. “Wanna go out and dance?” he said as he fixed himself.

[fullsandwichmiracle]

On the road again

Paring: Joost Klein x female!reader 

Description: Giving Joost head on a road trip 

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, oral giving in car duh, established relationship, one shot

Word count: 1K+

On a road trip, the irresistible urge to feel Joost's skin sends a jolt of anticipation through you. His hands, firm and commanding on the steering wheel, ignite a hunger that electrifies your senses, making every moment beside him charged with desire. As he drives, you start caressing him through his jeans, and quietly unbuckle your seatbelt. The road ahead is straight and deserted, making you feel confident about your safety.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Joost murmurs, glancing at you with a puzzled smirk and a sparkle in his eyes.

"I just miss you," you reply softly, shifting in your seat to face him completely.

"What do you mean? I'm right here," he says, his voice tinged with curiosity.

You bite your lip and gently start unbuckling his belt. "I miss your skin," you whisper, slipping your hand under his pants and teasing him through his underwear. With your other hand, you carefully pull down the zipper of his jeans, exposing him to your eager touch. A low groan escapes Joost's lips as your hand slides beneath his underwear, stroking his length as it responds to your touch, growing and twitching with anticipation.

You slowly lean down, placing a tender kiss on his tip, easing it out from the waistband of his underwear.

Joost's breath hitches, and he instinctively grips the steering wheel tighter, the car maintaining its steady course on the empty road. You take your time, savoring the moment, your lips brushing against his sensitive skin, feeling the warmth and the subtle pulse beneath your touch.

You glance up at him, seeing the mixture of concentration and desire on his face. The way he tries to keep his eyes on the road while his body responds to your every move fuels your own excitement. Your kisses become more lingering, your tongue lightly tracing patterns that make him shiver.

"Y/N," he breathes out, his voice husky and strained. "You’re driving me crazy."

You smile against him, pleased with his reaction. "Good," you murmur before taking him fully into your mouth, your hand wrapping around the base to guide and tease him further. The taste of him, the heat, the way he swells against your tongue, it all sends a thrill through your body.

Joost takes one hand of the wheel  and moves it to your hair, fingers tangling gently but possessively. His hips shift slightly, a sign of his growing need and the effort to keep control. You respond by increasing your pace, the suction of your mouth and the rhythm of your hand perfectly synchronized to drive him wild.

Joost's breathing becomes ragged, each exhale filled with a restrained groan. You can feel him nearing the edge, his body tensing, his grip in your hair tightening slightly.

"Y/N... I'm close," he warns, his voice almost a growl.

Instead of slowing down, you take him deeper, your movements more deliberate and intense, pushing him right to the brink.

The car comes to a sudden stop, and you feel Joost's grip in your hair tighten as he begins to thrust into your mouth. "You're so fucking naughty," he grunts, his hips rocking into you with increasing urgency.

Your breath catches as Joost's sudden movement surprises you. Despite the unexpected halt, you're completely focused on him, feeling the raw intensity of his desire. His thrusts are urgent, driven by a primal need that matches the pounding of your heart.

With each movement, he deepens his hold in your hair, guiding your head rhythmically as he seeks his release. His words, a mixture of praise and lust, fuel your own arousal, heightening the already electric atmosphere between you.

Your hands instinctively grip the edges of the seat for support, the sensation of his hardness against your tongue and the taste of him overwhelming your senses. The world outside the car seems distant and irrelevant now, encapsulated in this moment of shared passion and desire.

Joost's groans grow more urgent, the sound echoing in the confined space of the car. His movements become more desperate, his thrusts demanding and unyielding. You match his intensity, meeting his rhythm with a combination of skill and fervor, eager to satisfy him completely.

As he nears his climax, his grip on your hair tightens even more, a silent plea for you to take him deeper. The pressure and the sensation of his impending release heighten your own anticipation, knowing that you're bringing him to the edge of ecstasy.

With one final, powerful thrust, Joost's body tenses, his groan turning into a low, guttural moan of satisfaction. You feel the pulsing warmth of him as he finds release, and you continue to pleasure him through every shudder and tremor, ensuring his pleasure is maximized. With a final, shuddering breath, Joost's release comes, hot and overwhelming, and you swallow every drop, savoring the way his body surrenders to your touch.

As he slowly relaxes, his grip on your hair loosens, and he leans back, his chest rising and falling with deep, satisfied breaths. The intensity of the moment lingers in the air, a shared acknowledgment of the passion that had just consumed you both.

As he comes down from the peak, you gently pull away, placing a soft kiss on his now-sensitive tip before sitting back up. Joost looks at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of amazement and adoration.

"You are incredible," he says, his voice still a bit shaky.

You smile, reaching over to give his thigh a reassuring squeeze. "I missed you," you say simply, your eyes meeting him in a moment of pure connection. 

Joost chuckles, shaking his head slightly as he adjusts his pants and regains his composure. "Remind me to take more road trips with you," he says, a playful glint in his eyes.

You laugh softly, leaning back into your seat, feeling satisfied. The journey continues, the road stretching ahead, but now with a renewed sense of intimacy and adventure.

[fullsandwichmiracle]

heyyy so i have a few ideas for joost klein fics:

- rough makeup sex with joost

- rough doggy with joost

- public bathroom sex with joost

- reader giving joost road head

Thanks for the request.

I decided to make three short stories. They will be linked here

On the road again - reader giving Joost road head

Entranced by his touch - public bathroom sex with Joost

Passionate fight - rough makeup sex with Joost and rough doggy with Joost

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CAUGHT ON TAPE

Paring: Joost Klein x female!reader 

Description: Joost stumbled upon his old camera, once used for making YouTube videos. As he heard you walking through the door, only one thought consumed his mind.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, oral giving, PnV, unprotected, established relationship, sex on camera, Joost being a little rough, no use of Y/N, one shot

Word count: 2,5k+

It was the middle of a quiet Saturday when you returned home from shopping. After unpacking everything, you wandered through the house, searching for Joost. You eventually found him in the bedroom, lounging in the bed with a camera.

"I found my old camera," he said with a playful grin, pointing it at you and turning it on as you entered the room. "Smile."

You gave a cheeky smile at the camera and waved. "Oh, how fun," you said, a hint of teasing in your voice, though you still felt a bit uneasy about being filmed.

"Can you take off your shirt, lejfe?" he asked, his tone shifting to something more enticing.

"Joost, no, stop recording me!" you exclaimed, trying to hide your laughter as you held up your hand to shield your face from the camera, a mix of embarrassment and amusement bubbling up.

"But you're so pretty," he insisted, his eyes darkening with desire as he tried to capture your face in the frame while beginning to touch himself under the blanket.

You bit your lip, a tantalizing mix of arousal and discomfort coursing through you as you watched him. Despite your efforts to hide from the camera, the intensity of the moment made it increasingly difficult to resist.

"Come on, lejfe, don't be shy. Show me your pretty face," he urged, his voice low and seductive.

With a sigh of resignation, you lowered your hand, exposing your face to the camera, the air in the room growing thick with tension.

"Okay now, take off your top, slow and sexy," Joost continued, his eyes smoldering as he caressed himself over the blanket, every word dripping with desire.

You hesitated, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as Joost's gaze remained locked on you. The room seemed to close in, the atmosphere charged with an electric anticipation. Slowly, you reached for the hem of your shirt, your movements deliberate and sensual.

As you began to lift your top, Joost's breathing grew heavier, his eyes following every inch of exposed skin. The fabric slipped over your shoulders and down your arms, falling to the floor in a soft whisper.

"That's it," Joost murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So beautiful."

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, a heady mix of vulnerability and empowerment washing over you. His hand moved rhythmically over the blanket, a visible testament to his arousal. The camera remained trained on you, capturing every moment, every expression.

"Come closer," he commanded softly, his voice a blend of hunger and adoration as he tossed the blanket aside, revealing himself in nothing but a pair of underwear, his arousal evident.

You took a tentative step forward, then another, until you were standing close to the edge of the bed. The proximity made your heart race.

"Your bra," Joost whispered, his eyes locked onto yours. "Show me your sexy body."

Your hand trembled slightly as you reached back to unclasp it, letting it fall to the ground.

"Oh, so very, very sexy," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he touched himself through his underwear, struggling to keep the camera steady on you.

"Now your pants, lejfe," he said, his tone low and commanding, a growl of anticipation in his voice.

You bit your lip, a shiver of excitement running through you as you slowly slid off your pants, leaving you in nothing but your blue lace panties with a delicate bow at the waistband.

Joost's eyes darkened with lust as he watched you, his hand moving urgently over himself. The air between you crackled with an almost unbearable tension.

"Come here," he murmured, his voice a raw blend of command and desire as he shifted to sit on the edge of the bed.

You stepped closer, the distance between you vanishing until you were standing right at the edge. Joost reached out, his fingers brushing against your thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

"Touch me," he whispered, his gaze never wavering from yours. "Let me feel you."

Your hand trembled slightly as you reached out, your fingers grazing his chest before trailing down to the waistband of his underwear. The contact sent a shiver through you both, the tension in the air palpable. His muscles tensed under your touch, each ripple of sinew responding to your movements. You could hear his breath hitch in anticipation, a sharp intake of air that mirrored your own racing heartbeat. 

Joost's eyes never left yours, his gaze burning with a mixture of hunger and adoration that made your pulse quicken. As your fingers slipped under the waistband, you felt the heat of his skin, the firmness of his desire. His breathing grew heavier, each exhale a low, throaty sound that sent waves of excitement coursing through you. 

The room seemed to close in around you, the atmosphere thick with an electric intensity that made every touch, every movement, feel amplified. Joost's hand found yours, guiding it lower, urging you to explore further.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice a strained whisper. "Don't stop."

His hand moved up and cupped your face, his thumb grazing your lower lip with a tenderness that contrasted the raw desire in his eyes. guiding you closer as he leaned in to capture your lips in a heated kiss. Joost tried to keep the camera pointed at you as he kissed you passionately.

As the kiss deepened, his hand roamed over your body, caressing every curve and contour. The sensation was intoxicating, each touch sending waves of pleasure through you.

"Get on your knees, lejfe," he breathed against your lips, his voice a desperate plea.

With a shiver of anticipation, you began to kneel down, the camera following your every move. As you lowered yourself, you started to rub him through his underwear once again, feeling him grow and twitch under your touch.

Joost took your chin in his hand, gently tilting your face to meet the camera that he held in front of his eyes. His intense gaze locked onto yours through the display, his desire evident in the way his fingers tightened slightly on your skin.

"So pretty," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and raw hunger. He grazed his thumb over your lips, the touch sending shivers down your spine. Slowly, almost teasingly, he pressed his thumb against your lower lip, making you open your mouth softly.

Your lips parted, allowing Joost's thumb to slip inside. You could feel the rough pad of his thumb against your tongue, a sensation both intimate and electrifying. Instinctively, you began to swirl your tongue around it, the taste of his skin mingling with the warmth of your breath. 

His eyes darkened with lust as he watched you through the camera, his every breath hitching in anticipation. The sight of you, so responsive and willing, seemed to stoke the fire within him. His hand on the camera trembled slightly, but he steadied it, determined to capture every detail of this intimate moment.

"So sexy," he murmured, his voice a low, throaty growl. "Just like that."

The camera's lens felt like an extension of his gaze, amplifying the intensity of the moment. You could see the raw desire in his eyes, the way his pupils dilated as you continued to tease and caress his thumb with your tongue. His breathing grew heavier, each exhale a testament to the effect you were having on him.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. He withdrew his thumb slowly, trailing it down your chin before resting his hand on your cheek. "Now, show me how much you want this."

You nodded, your breath coming in soft pants as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his underwear. Slowly, you pulled them down, revealing his hardness. The sight of him made your pulse quicken, your body reacting with a mix of eagerness and anticipation.

You wrapped your hand around him, feeling the heat and firmness under your touch. Joost groaned, his head falling back for a moment before he refocused the camera on you.

"Yes, just like that," he encouraged, his voice a husky whisper. "Take your time. Make me feel every second."

You leaned in, pressing soft kisses along his length, teasing him with the lightest touch of your lips. He shivered under your ministrations, his breath hitching each time your mouth made contact with his skin.

"You're driving me crazy," he muttered, his hand tightening on the camera.

You smiled up at him, your eyes meeting his as you finally took him into your mouth. The taste of him, the feel of him filling you, sent a thrill of satisfaction through you. Joost's reaction was immediate, a deep groan escaping him as he fought to keep the camera steady.

"That's perfect, lejfe," he praised, his voice strained with pleasure. "You´re so good. Keep going."

You moved with deliberate slowness, your mouth and hands working in unison to bring him pleasure. The tension in the room grew thicker, the connection between you palpable as you devoted yourself to his satisfaction.

Joost's free hand tangled in your hair, guiding your movements with gentle pressure. His breathing became ragged, each exhale a testament to the pleasure you were giving him.

"Look at the camera," he whispered, his voice a desperate plea. "I want to see your beautiful face as you take me."

You glanced up, locking eyes with the lens, knowing that Joost was watching every detail through the display. The raw desire in his voice pushed you to give even more, to show him just how much you wanted this, how much you wanted him. You took him deeper, his length almost making you gag, and a tear rolled down your cheek as you kept eye contact with the lens.

The intensity of the moment surged between you, your movements guided by his desire and your own growing need. His grip in your hair tightened slightly, a silent encouragement as you continued, each stroke and caress fueling the fire between you.

As you worked, the room seemed to shrink to just the two of you, the camera capturing every intimate detail. Joost's groans and murmurs filled the air, mingling with the sound of your soft moans and the wet, rhythmic movements of your mouth. The thrill of being recorded only heightened your arousal, adding a layer of excitement to the already electric atmosphere.

You focused on his pleasure, your own desires echoing in every touch and kiss. His reactions spurred you on, the urgency building with each passing second. With each movement, each sensation, you conveyed your desire, your passion, and your surrender to him. The camera lens captured it all, a testament to the raw, unfiltered connection between you and Joost, in that intimate, charged moment of shared ecstasy.

"So good for me, lejfe," he growled, his voice dripping with desire, as he removed his hand from your hair to wipe the tears from your cheek. "You want me to fuck you now? Huh?" His tone was commanding, filled with a primal urgency that sent a shiver down your spine.

With his length still in your mouth, you hummed a yes and nodded, the vibrations causing Joost to shiver in response to your eager affirmation. A deep groan escaped him, resonating in the charged air between you.

"God, lejfe, you feel amazing," he growled, his voice a blend of admiration and urgency.

Joost gently guided you off him, his hand firm in your hair as he assisted you to rise to your feet. The camera remained steady, capturing every heated glance and trembling breath exchanged between you.

He pulled you close, his lips crashing into yours in a fervent kiss that spoke of raw desire and urgent need. His hand gripped your body with an insistent, almost possessive touch, leaving you breathless and craving more.

"Turn around," he growled against your lips, his voice a husky command that sent a thrill down your spine.

You obeyed, turning your back to him, feeling the heat of his body pressing against yours. His hands found your hips, guiding you forcefully to bend over the edge of the bed. The anticipation crackled in the air, your pulse racing with every passing second.

Joost's fingers traced along the waistband of your panties, tugging them down roughly making you let out a moan, exposing you completely. He paused, his breath hot against your ear as he murmured, "You're so fucking beautiful, lejfe."

His words ignited a fire within you, your body pulsing with desire. Without hesitation, he positioned himself behind you, his grip on your hips firm as he slowly entered you, the sensation overwhelming and exquisite.

A gasp escaped your lips as he began to move, each thrust deliberate and deep. The connection between you intensified with every motion, the pleasure building in waves. Joost's hand roamed your body, his touch igniting every nerve, his voice a constant stream of praise and encouragement.

"Look at the camera," he urged, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. "I want to see your face."

You glanced over your shoulder, locking eyes with the lens once more. The sight of you, caught in the throes of passion, only fueled Joost's desire further. His movements became more urgent, his grip on your hips tightening, his fingers digging into your skin with a rough urgency as he drove you both closer to the edge.

"That's it, lejfe," he panted, his voice filled with reverence. "You're so perfect."

Joost raised his hand and brought it down hard on your skin, leaving a visible mark. The sharp sting mixed with the pleasure coursing through your body, eliciting a loud moan from deep within your throat. Each sensation heightened your arousal, amplifying the intensity of the moment as you surrendered to the rough passion between you.

The raw intensity of his words, coupled with the roughness of his movements, pushed you beyond the edge. You cried out, the climax washing over you in powerful waves, your body trembling with the force of it. Joost followed closely behind, his own release a guttural groan of satisfaction as he thrust deep within you, the camera capturing every moment of your shared ecstasy. You felt his warmth filling you as he pumped rhythmically, and when he withdrew, the camera documented your combined fluids trickling out, a tangible testament to the passion that had consumed you both.

Joost collapsed beside you on the bed, turning the camera to face him as he caught his breath. "That was incredible, lejfe," he said, his voice still thick with desire. "So perfect."

He reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch tender despite the intense passion that had just transpired. "You were amazing," he murmured, his eyes softening as they met yours.

You smiled, still breathless, and snuggled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. The camera, now set aside, seemed to fade into the background as the intimacy between you deepened. Joost wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a gentle embrace.

"Did you like it?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and affection.

You nodded, your heart still racing. "Yes, it was... interesting," you replied, a soft laugh escaping your lips.

Joost chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'm glad. You mean everything to me, lejfe."

His words sent a warm feeling through you. You lay there together, the afterglow of your shared experience enveloping you in a cocoon of contentment.

After a moment, Joost picked up the camera again, this time turning it off and setting it aside with more care. He looked back at you, his expression a mix of love and satisfaction.

"Let's stay like this for a while," he suggested, his voice gentle.

You nodded, nestling into his embrace. As the two of you lay there, the world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the comfort and warmth of each other's presence.

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A snippet of my next fic I'm working on.

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Pretty screams

Paring: Joost Klein x female!reader 

Description: Joost invited you to the studio and encouraged you to experiment with creating a song. As you worked on it, Joost was inspired and decided he wanted to use your captivating screams for his next project.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, cigarettes, smut, oral receiving , PnV, unprotected, no use of Y/N, one shot

Word count: 2,5k+

You had met Joost at a friend's house party, where you had spent most of the evening engaged in deep conversations and playful flirting. Joost, it turned out, was a musician, and by the end of the night, you had exchanged numbers.

A week later, while lounging in your room with a good book, your phone buzzed with a text from Joost.

Hello! Do you remember me?

Hmm. Cute music dude?

Yes!

Since the party, you hadn't spoken and had assumed he had forgotten about you. You hadn't reached out either, not wanting to appear too eager and desperate. Despite the closeness at the party, nothing had transpired between you two.

Are you up to anything?

No, not really, just reading. Why?

Me and the guys are in the studio. Just wondering if you wanted to come over? You can read here.

Sure, why not. Can you send me the address?

When Joost sent the address, you quickly threw on an oversized hoodie over your black silk pajama shorts and top, packed your book and phone into a tote bag, and slipped on your headphones. The night air was cool as you headed out on your bike towards the studio.

I'm outside. How do I get in?

You texted Joost after parking your bike near the building. When he didn’t respond immediately, you lit a cigarette and took a drag, letting the music in your headphones carry you away.

Lost in the music, you closed your eyes. Suddenly, a hand on your shoulder jolted you back, and you let out a scream.

It was Joost, who had apparently been standing there for a while before deciding to interrupt you.

"Pretty scream," he said, laughing. "Wanna come inside?"

"Sorry, I drifted away," you replied with a chuckle. "And yes."

You stubbed out your cigarette and followed him inside.

The studio buzzed with energy, a mix of creative chaos. Joost introduced you to everyone, their faces lighting up with infectious enthusiasm. You settled next to Apson, who was focused on something on his laptop.

"Hey," Apson greeted you with a nod as you took out your book to continue reading.

After a while, Joost approached you with a pair of headphones. "Wanna hear what we're working on?"

You nodded eagerly, putting down the book and slipping them on. The music enveloped you—a fusion of beats, melodies, and harmonies that was both raw and polished. You glanced over at Joost, who watched your reaction intently.

"This is amazing," you said, genuinely impressed as you heard the beginning.

"Thanks," Joost replied, a hint of pride in his voice. "We've been at it for hours."

You nodded along to the beat of the song, enjoying what they had created. 

When the song ended, Joost pulled up a stool next to you. "So, what do you think?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"It's incredible," you replied. "I had no idea you guys were this talented."

As you took off the headphones and handed them back to Joost, your fingers brushed lightly, sending a subtle shiver up your spine. You both paused, the moment lingering between you.

"Do you wanna try making something?" Joost asked with a soft, inviting smile, his eyes never leaving yours.

You felt a flutter of excitement and eagerly nodded in agreement. Joost guided you over to the mixing board, his hand resting gently on your back. As he explained the basics, his voice became a warm whisper in your ear, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin.

Under his patient guidance, you began to experiment with different sounds. Joost watched you with admiration and something deeper in his gaze. Together, the two of you crafted a simple melody and beat, each note resonating with the shared energy between you.

"That sounds beautiful," Joost murmured, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that sent a thrill through your body.

"Thank you," you whispered back, feeling a blush warm your cheeks under his gaze.

Glancing back, you noticed that the others had quietly slipped away, leaving just the two of you immersed in the music and each other's presence.

Joost's hand found its way to your thigh with a gentle touch, causing a delicious tension to spread through your body. "Seems like someone's hiding a talent," he remarked, giving your thigh a slight squeeze. A soft whimper escaped your lips at the sensation of his touch on your bare skin.

"Thank you," you managed to reply, your voice barely above a breath. The intimacy of his touch and the moment overwhelmed you, drawing you closer to him without hesitation.

Joost's eyes softened as he looked at you, his fingers tracing light circles on your thigh. "You know," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the party."

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words. "Me too," you admitted, your voice trembling with emotion.

Joost's hand moved to gently cup your face, his thumb tenderly brushing your cheek. "I can't get you out of my mind," he confessed, his gaze locked on yours with unwavering intensity.

The air around you crackled with anticipation and unspoken desire. Unable to resist any longer, Joost closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss. It started tentatively, a gentle exploration fueled by the electric connection that had been building since the party. As the kiss deepened, passion and longing took over, expressing the unspoken emotions that had drawn you together.

His hands traced your body, slipping under your hoodie. You stood up from your chair and moved onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. You had wanted to kiss him for so long, but now the kiss alone wasn't enough.

Joost's hands roamed over your back, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. You could feel the heat between you rising, every touch and caress intensifying the moment. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and his lips moved from your mouth to your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"You have no idea how much I have been thinking about this," Joost murmured against your skin, his breath warm and electrifying.

You arched into him, your desire matching his. “Joost, please" you whispered, your voice filled with longing.

Joost's hands moved with a sense of urgency, exploring your curves and igniting a fire within you. The studio, once filled with music, now echoed with the sounds of your shared passion. Every kiss, every touch, brought you closer, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

As his hands found their way back to your face, he paused for a moment, looking deeply into your eyes. "Would you be okay if we continued in the sound booth? You sound like music," he asked, his voice gentle but filled with desire.

You nodded, your heart pounding. "Sure," you responded quickly, not really processing his words and just wanting him to continue.

With that, he captured your lips again, the kiss filled with a mix of tenderness and intensity. He lifted you, and you wrapped your legs around him. You heard the click of a button before he carried you into the sound booth. Inside, there was a couch, a microphone, a piano, and a sign blinking with the word "REC." 

Joost placed you down on the couch and adjusted the mic, positioning it right next to you. His hand moved to your chin, gently lifting your face to meet his gaze. Towering over you, he looked incredibly sexy with his messy hair, hunger in his eyes, and a mischievous grin. "Say my name, schatje," he grunted, squeezing your chin slightly.

"Joost," you whispered, looking up at him.

"Louder, can you?" he said, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "Beg me to fuck you."

Taken aback by his words but driven by desire, you licked your lips before screaming nearly moaning, "Joost, please fuck me! I need you!" 

Joost's eyes darkened with desire as your words filled the booth. He leaned in, capturing your lips with a fierce passion. His hands roamed over your body, every touch igniting a fire within you. You could feel his urgency, his need for you.

He pulled away just long enough to whisper, "That's my girl," before his lips were on yours again, more insistent this time. His hands slid under your hoodie, caressing your skin and making you shiver with anticipation.

Joost's kisses trailed down your neck, and you tilted your head back, giving him full access. His teeth grazed your skin, sending waves of pleasure through you. As his hands explored further, you felt him pulling up the hoodie. You lifted your hands, helping him remove it with ease. Once he got it off, he threw it to the ground and paused, locking eyes with you in a gaze filled with intense desire.

"You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I need you."

He trailed kisses along your body as he knelt at the edge of the couch. Your head fell back with a whimper as you felt Joost's hand caressing you through the thin fabric. His hands moved up to your waistline and tugged on your shorts, urging you to lift up so he could slide them off. You complied, lifting yourself slightly as Joost swiftly removed your shorts and underwear in one smooth motion, tossing them aside.

His hand returned quickly, now against your bare skin. His finger traced your wet folds, and he smirked, saying, "So wet and so pretty," before gently pushing in one finger, causing you to whimper, "Ohh, Joost." Only urging him on more.

Joost's touch sent shivers of pleasure through you as his finger explored your slick warmth. He continued to stroke and tease, his movements expert and deliberate. Your breath hitched with each gentle thrust, the sensation building with a delicious ache.

"You sound so pretty," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. His thumb found your sensitive bud, circling it slowly while his finger delved deeper, eliciting a soft moan from your lips.

You gripped the edge of the couch, your body arching towards him, seeking more of his touch.  

"I need you," you gasped, your voice thick with need.

Joost groaned in response, adding another finger to stretch and fill you. Pleasure surged through you, igniting a fire that threatened to consume every thought. His movements grew more urgent, his fingers finding a rhythm that matched the pounding of your heart, driving you closer to the edge. Soon, you felt his tongue as he began to taste you, intensifying the sensations swirling through your body.

Your senses were ablaze as Joost's tongue explored you with expert precision, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. He alternates between gentle licks and firm strokes, his touch igniting sparks of ecstasy that danced along your skin.

You gasped and moaned, your fingers grasping at the couch cushions as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. Joost's mouth worked fervently, his fingers and tongue coaxing you closer to a peak of pleasure you couldn't resist.

The intensity built like a crescendo, each flick of his tongue pushing you further towards the edge. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body arching towards him, urging him to continue. His movements were relentless, driving you towards a climax that promised to consume you entirely.

Finally, with a shudder and a cry of his name, you shattered into euphoria. Pleasure rippled through you in powerful waves, leaving you trembling and breathless in the aftermath. Joost withdrew his fingers, now slick with your essence, and moved up towards you, again towering over you.

His hand covered your mouth, his fingers teasing your lips until you obediently opened them. He gently pressed his fingers into your mouth, allowing you to taste your own release. You licked his fingers clean, locking eyes with him as you savored the intimate moment.

"Want me to fuck you?" he grunted, his voice thick with desire.

You nodded eagerly, his fingers still lingering in your mouth.

With a hungry gleam in his eyes, Joost withdrew his fingers from your mouth and swiftly removed his own clothes, while you removed your shirt, leaving both of you naked. The air crackled with anticipation as he moved closer, his desire palpable. 

You watched intently as he positioned himself above you, lying down on the couch with your head resting on the armrest, his gaze locked on yours with intensity.

He guided himself inside you, inch by delicious inch, and you gasped his name at the sensation of being filled by him. His movements were slow at first, savoring the connection between you, but soon he picked up pace, each thrust driving you both closer to the edge of ecstasy. 

Moans escaped your lips with each powerful thrust, the intensity of his desire matched by your own. His hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding you in rhythm with his thrusts. The couch creaked beneath you, a symphony of passion blending with the quiet hum of the studio around you.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer as you met each thrust with equal fervor. The heat between you grew with every movement.

Your nails dug into his back, eliciting a deep grunt from him. In response, he began to thrust faster and deeper. With each thrust, the intensity grew, your bodies moving in perfect sync. Joost's breath was hot against your ear, mingling with your own ragged breaths.

Your nails left trails down his back, the slight sting only fueling his desire. His movements became more urgent, driven by the raw connection between you. You clung to him, your body arching to meet his, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through you.

"Sound so… pretty," Joost murmured against your skin, his voice filled with pure desire. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, the intensity of the moment making your heart race even faster.

The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you lost in each other. The crescendo built again, the pressure mounting until you were both teetering on the edge of release. With a final, powerful thrust, you both tumbled over the edge, your cries and screams of pleasure mingling as you found your release together, you felt his warm release fill you up as he thrusted into you one last time. Joost collapsed on top of you, his breath ragged against your skin as he held you close.

You lay entwined, catching your breath in the aftermath of your passionate encounter. The studio, once a place of creativity and music, now bore witness to the raw, unbridled connection you had shared.

“You have a really pretty scream,” Joost murmured into your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He slowly got up and extended a hand to help you. Gathering your scattered clothes, he placed them beside you with a tender smile. Leaning in, he kissed your forehead before asking, "Do you want some water or anything, schatje?" as he began to put on his underwear.

You nodded, still feeling the lingering warmth of his kiss on your forehead. "Water would be great," you replied, your voice soft and content still breathy as you tried to catch your breath.

Joost smiled and walked over to a small fridge outside of the booth, retrieving a bottle of water. He handed it to you, his eyes lingering on your face with a mix of affection and desire. You took a sip, feeling the cool liquid soothe your dry throat.

As you both dressed, the air between you remained charged with the intimacy you had just shared. Joost's touch was gentle as he helped you with your clothes, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Once you were both fully dressed, Joost pulled you into a warm embrace. "That was incredible," he whispered into your hair. "I’ve been thinking about you since the party, but this... this was more than I ever imagined."

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with emotion. "It was amazing," you agreed.

Joost's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with genuine happiness. "I'm glad you came tonight," he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You laughed softly, the sound filling the quiet studio. "Me too," you agreed, leaning in to kiss him once more.

Breaking the kiss, Joost stepped out of the booth and pressed a button to stop the recording. He downloaded the file, erasing it from the computer, and held up a USB drive. "You okay if I use this in a song?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

You smiled, feeling a surge of warmth. "Sure, but I don't want to be credited," you replied with a chuckle, leaning your head on his shoulder, knowing he thought you sounded beautiful.

You packed up all your things and headed out of the studio hand in hand with Joost. As you walked out into the night, the cool air felt refreshing against your flushed skin.

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I'm really tired because of work but I have some thoughts In mind. I also take requests now.

what should I write.

Joost and you writing a song together and he wants to use you for the beat

you were invited to a house party where you meet joost

Joost takes out his old YouTube equipment and wants to film you

Voting ended onJul 5, 2024

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Welcome to Amsterdam | Part three: Last day of the festival.

Part two

Paring: Joost Klein x female!reader 

Description: Leaving Joost's place thinking you were just one of his one nightstands, meeting up with your friend and going to the last day of the festival. There you meet Joost who was confused by your sudden departure, begging you to let him try and convince you that you meant something more. 

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, oral giving, PIV ,unprotected , Joost being a bit rough, smoking, alcohol

Word count: 4K+

When you woke up, you found yourself cozily entwined with Joost, his hand nestled under your shirt, gently holding your breast. You carefully moved yourself from his embrace and slipped into yesterday's clothes, opting for Joost's shirt instead of your own. As you glanced back at him before leaving, he looked serene, as if he hadn't a care in the world.

Feeling a mixture of emotions, you hesitated by the nightstand. You wanted to linger a moment longer, to savor the intimacy of the night just passed, yet the reality of the situation nudged you forward. With a soft sigh, you picked up a pen and wrote on the note: "Thanks for the night / Y/N ♥ ️". 

Though you felt a pang of guilt for not saying goodbye in person, you believed it was the best course to avoid any potential awkwardness. With quiet steps, you made your exit, ensuring not to disturb his peaceful slumber.

As you closed the door behind you, you checked your phone and noticed a message from Sara:

5 minutes ago: Should I wait for you or go without you to the festival?

You quickly replied:

I'm on my way back, taking an Uber. I will be at yours in 5.

In the Uber, you texted Sara again as you approached her place:

I'm outside in like 1 minute, can you open the door for me?

Yes 👍🏼

You stepped out of the Uber and walked towards Sara, who was standing in the doorway with a welcoming smile.

"Morning," you greeted her with a sheepish grin.

"Morning," she replied, raising an eyebrow. "How was your night?"

"Interesting," you said, laughing lightly. "I'll tell you all about it later."

"Can't wait," Sara chuckled. "Come on, we need to get ready for the festival, we can't miss the last day"

You followed Sara inside and headed straight to your room to freshen up. Changing into your festival outfit—tiny jean shorts and a pink bikini top—Sara filled you in on the day's plans.

"We're meeting up with some others at noon," she said, fixing her hair. "There's a great lineup today so I hope you're ready to dance."

"Always," you replied with a grin. "Who's coming?"

"Some friends from the club," Sara answered. "Plus a few new faces. It'll be fun."

You nodded, anticipation building as you imagined the day ahead, filled with music, new friends, and endless moments of joy under the summer sun.

After you finished getting ready, you joined Sara in the kitchen, where she was sipping a drink. 

"I'm so glad you could make it," Sara said, handing you a drink she just made. "Today's going to be epic."

"I'm excited too," you replied, taking a sip. It was fresh with just a hint of alcohol.

Sara agreed, "It's gonna be awesome."

With everything set, you grabbed your essentials and followed Sara outside, ready for an unforgettable day at the festival. The buzz of anticipation growing stronger with each step. As you arrived near the festival grounds, the music thumped in the distance, drawing you closer to the vibrant energy of the crowd.

"I can already feel the beat," Sara grinned, leading the way through the entrance grabbing on to your hand as she skipped along instead of walking. "Let's find our friends and kick off this day!"

You followed Sara into the lively festival atmosphere.The sun was shining brightly, and the area was already buzzing with festival-goers. As you walked, you felt excited and ready for a new day. The night's events still lingered in your mind, but you pushed them aside, focusing on the day ahead.

You and Sara quickly found your new friends, who welcomed you with hugs and cheers.

"Sara! You made it!"  some guy shouted over the music.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Sara replied, joining the group. “This is Y/N, the girl that went missing last night” ,you waved to everyone with an embarrassed smile. Had she told everyone you went home with someone; did they know it was Joost?

You, Sara, and your new friends made it to one of the sets you had been talking about, watching from the pit. All of you danced along to the songs playing from the stage, caught up in the electric atmosphere. The crowd around you was buzzing with energy, everyone moving in sync with the music. As the bass reverberated through the air and the lights flashed in time with the beat, you felt a sense of unity and exhilaration. You shared smiles and laughter, the music creating an unforgettable experience.

The day flew by in a whirlwind of music, dancing, and laughter. You let yourself get lost in the rhythm, savoring every moment. As the sun began to set, you found yourself standing at the edge of the crowd, taking in the vibrant scene before you. The music flowed through the area, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace.

You watched as the colorful lights started to illuminate the festival grounds, casting a magical glow over everything. The sky turned shades of orange and pink, creating a stunning backdrop for the evening. You took a deep breath, feeling the excitement and energy of the crowd mingling with your own.

"Hey," a familiar voice called from behind you.

You turned to see Joost, smiling warmly. "Hey," you replied, feeling a flutter of surprise.

"I didn't expect to see you here," he said, stepping closer.

"Same here," you admitted. "How are you?"

"Good, good," he nodded. "I got your note. Thanks for that."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm not good at goodbyes," you explained. "Thought it was better to slip out quietly."

"I get it," Joost said, his gaze meeting yours. "But I'm glad I ran into you because you never gave me your number," he said, reaching out for your hand.

"Oh, I didn't think you wanted it," you replied, looking down at his hand enveloping yours.

"Why not?" Joost asked, tilting his head like a confused puppy.

"I don't know, just assumed," you answered, still looking down, not ready to make eye contact.

"Huh, I thought I made it obvious," he said, using his free hand to lift your chin, making you look into his eyes.

They were dreamy, blue like the ocean or the sky on a perfect summer day. As you faced him, you gave him a small smile.

"Do you think I could convince you to give it to me over a few drinks, my treat?" he asked with a hopeful grin.

You couldn't help but laugh softly. "Alright," you said, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Drinks sound good."

Joost's smile widened. "Meet me at my trailer in one hour, okay?" he said, letting go of your hand.

You nodded. "Sure."

"Great," he replied, his eyes sparkling. "I promise it'll be worth it."

As Joost turned to leave, you watched him disappear into the crowd, your heart pounding. You returned to your friends, unable to wipe the smile from your face. The festival seemed even more vibrant now.

As the sun continued its descent, you and your friends danced with abandon, swept up in the infectious rhythm of the festival. Laughter and chatter filled the air around you, mingling with the beats of the music that seemed to grow louder with each passing moment.

Occasionally, you stole glances at your watch, ensuring you wouldn't lose track of time. The anticipation of meeting Joost at his trailer added an extra spark to your movements, making every second count as you enjoyed the company of your friends and the electrifying atmosphere of the festival.

As the hour approached, you excused yourself from the dance floor. Making your way through the crowd, you navigated the festival grounds until you found Joost's trailer in the backstage area.

You knocked lightly on the door, heart fluttering with a mixture of nerves and excitement. The door swung open, revealing Joost standing there with a welcoming smile that sent a rush of warmth through you.

"Hey," he greeted you warmly as he stepped out. "Ready for an incredible evening with an incredible guy?" He reached out to give you a hug.

"Hi to you too," you replied, accepting the hug warmly with a chuckle.

As you parted from the hug, he casually draped his arm over your shoulder and guided you towards the bustling bar area at the festival. The air was alive with laughter and music, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as you navigated through the lively crowd.

Conversation flowed easily between you as you found a spot at the bar, ordering drinks and sharing anecdotes from the festival so far. The warmth of his arm around your shoulder felt comforting and familiar, adding to the festive ambiance surrounding you.

As the night wore on, you both became increasingly absorbed in each other's presence.

"Wanna head to town?" he offered as the festival neared its close.

You nodded, allowing him to lead the way out.

The festival lights adorned the night sky with a mesmerizing array of colors, creating a magical ambiance. Hand in hand, the two of you continued to wander the festival grounds before eventually making your way towards town.

As you made your way into town, Joost reached into his pocket and retrieved a packet of cigarettes. With practiced ease, he plucked one with his lips, then glanced at you and softly asked, "Want one?" Extending the pack in your direction.

You accepted with a smile. "Thanks," you replied, taking one and placing it between your lips. You reached into your pocket, retrieved a lighter, and ignited it.

Joost paused, halting his steps as he patiently awaited you to light your cigarette. After you took your first inhale, you glanced up to find Joost nearby, anticipating your help to light his. He shielded the flame with his hand against the breeze. As you lit his cigarette, he drew in a breath to even out the burn, then tilted his head back, exhaling smoke into the night sky. 

Afterward, he leaned down and kissed you. "Thank you, Liefje," he murmured, using the affectionate term from the night before. You were taken aback by the kiss and his use of the endearing pet name.

He wrapped his arm around you as he started to walk again, chatting all the way to the bar about everything and anything. The warmth of his touch and the ease of your conversation made you feel completely at ease.

As you reached the bar, a fan approached him, asking for a photo. He released his arm from around you and took the fan's phone, reaching it out to you. "Can you take it?" he asked, tilting his head with a playful smile.

"Of course," you replied, taking the phone and snapping a few photos. The fan thanked you both profusely before heading off with a huge grin.

Joost turned back to you, his eyes shining with gratitude. "Thanks for that. Now, how about we get some drinks?" He signaled to the bartender and ordered for both of you.

As you waited for your drinks, he leaned in closer. "You know, I've been thinking about you all day," he confessed. His sincerity made your heart skip a beat, and you couldn't help but smile in return.

"Me too," you admitted, looking into his eyes and thinking about yesterday's events. As the memories played back in your head, you felt a blush creeping up. "Yesterday was great," you continued, looking down at the table to hide your reddening face from just the thought alone.

Joost noticed your reaction and chuckled softly. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, his voice warm and reassuring. He reached out, gently lifting your chin so you could meet his gaze. "You don't need to hide," he added with a playful wink. Feeling a bit more at ease, you smiled back at him. His thumb brushes lightly against your cheek. "I had a great time too.”

The bartender arrived with your drinks, breaking the moment. Joost handed you your drink and raised his glass. "Proost!" he said smiling before taking a chug of his drink. 

The two of you chatted and laughed, sharing stories and enjoying each other's company. The energy buzzed around you, but it felt like you were in your own little world. As the night went on, you found yourselves moving closer.

Eventually, the music from the stage caught your attention. Joost stood up and extended his hand. "Shall we dance?" he asked with a smile.

"Absolutely," you replied, taking his hand and allowing him to lead you back into the heart of the dance floor, eager to spend the night dancing together. He held you close from behind, just as he had the night before, and you melted into his arms, moving in sync with the music.

"Have I convinced you yet, schat?" he said, whispering in your ear as you swayed with him.

You glanced back, still keeping your back towards him, a smile playing on your lips. "Maybe," you answered coyly, before turning your head away.

Joost took your hand and swiftly spun you around to face him. "So, can I get your number then?" he asked, tilting his head once more with a hopeful expression.

You met Joost's gaze, a playful glint in his eyes matching the slight grin on his lips. His charm was undeniable, and you found yourself caught up in the moment.

"Well, you'll have to earn it," you teased, your voice soft as you leaned in closer to him.

Joost chuckled, his hand still gently holding yours. "I like a challenge," he replied with a wink, his confidence adding to the allure.

The night air was warm around you, filled with the sounds of laughter and music. You felt a surge of excitement as Joost leaned in closer, kissing you passionately and dipping you playfully making you laugh.

He pulled you back up, his hand now resting gently on your waist. "So, have I earned it yet?" he asked with a teasing grin.

You pretended to ponder for a moment, enjoying teasing him. Finally, you leaned in and whispered your number in his ear.

Joost's smile widened as he heard your whispered number, a victorious gleam in his eyes. "Excellent," he murmured, his voice low and husky with satisfaction as he pulled out his phone and quickly added you to his contacts so as not to forget it. 

The music continued to pulse around you as Joost kept his arm around your waist, drawing you closer. The playful energy between you intensified. 

"I look forward to getting to know you better," Joost said, his tone sincere as he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

You nodded, feeling a flutter of anticipation. "Me too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in, kissing you once more before whispering in your ear, "Wanna go somewhere private? Maybe your place this time."

His warm breath against your ear sent a shiver down your spine. You glanced up at Joost, meeting his gaze filled with desire.

A smile played on your lips as you nodded in agreement. "Sure," you replied softly, your voice barely audible over the music. Joost took your hand, leading you out as he had done the day before. 

Arriving at your place, Joost held your gaze as he gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. Leaning in, he kissed you pushing you against the door, the unexpected chill causing you to jump back from the passionate embrace. 

Joost chuckled softly at your reaction, his eyes sparkling with amusement and desire. He took a step back, giving you space to collect yourself, though his gaze remained intense and inviting.

"Sorry about that," he said with a sheepish grin, his voice husky with lingering passion. "Got a bit carried away."

You couldn't help but smile back, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. "It's okay," you replied softly, your heart still racing from the sudden intensity of his kiss.

He reached out, his hand lingering on your arm as he leaned closer again, his lips brushing against yours in a gentler, more tender kiss this time. The warmth of his touch and the lingering taste of him on your lips sent a wave of desire through you.

Breaking away momentarily, you stepped back to retrieve your keys and unlocked the door. As you stepped inside and closed the door behind you, Joost wasted no time. He pressed you against the door once more, his kiss hungry and passionate, as if he had been desperate to taste you all night.

Joost's kiss was electrifying, filled with the pent-up desire of the evening. His hands gently cupped your face, deepening the kiss as he pressed his body against yours. The door behind you provided a solid support as you melted into his embrace, the heat of the moment enveloping both of you.

Lost in the sensation of his lips on yours, you felt a surge of excitement and longing. Joost's touch was tender yet urgent, his breath mingling with yours in the closeness of the kiss. Time seemed to stand still as you both savored the intensity of the connection that had been building throughout the night.

His lips trailed down your neck, sending shivers of pleasure through you. Each touch, each caress fueled the fire between you, intensifying the mutual desire that had simmered beneath the surface.

"I need you," Joost whispered against your skin, his voice husky with desire. His words sent a thrill through you.

Before you could respond, the room suddenly lit up as Sara entered, her presence surprising you both.

"Well, I guess welcome home to my house," she quipped with a knowing smile, clearly amused by the scene unfolding before her.

You and Joost quickly separated, though the charged atmosphere lingered between you. Sara's arrival had interrupted a moment that was becoming increasingly heated, leaving an awkward but humorous tension in the air.

Joost cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure. "Sorry, Sara," he said, running a hand through his messy hair with a sheepish grin. "We didn't mean to... uh, intrude."

Sara chuckled softly, shaking her head as she leaned against the doorway. "No worries," she replied casually. "Just didn't expect to find you two making yourselves… '' she stopped for a  moment before she continued “ So homely”

You felt a blush rising to your cheeks, trying to find the right words to diffuse the situation. "It's not what it looks like," you managed to say, though the glint in Sara's eye suggested she was thoroughly enjoying teasing you.

Joost stepped in, ever the smooth talker. "We were just... getting comfortable," he said, his tone light but with a hint of mischief.

Sara raised an eyebrow playfully. "Uh-huh," she teased, drawing out the syllable. "Well, don't let me interrupt. I'll just grab a drink and let you two continue... getting comfortable."

As Sara disappeared into the kitchen, you couldn't help but laugh softly at the situation. Joost grinned at you, his eyes filled with amusement and lingering desire. Despite the interruption, the chemistry between you was undeniable.

"So," Joost said, breaking the brief silence, "where were we?"

You smiled, feeling a rush of anticipation. "I think we were just getting started," you replied, your voice tinged with a playful invitation. Taking Joost's hand, you led him towards your room, passing through the kitchen where Sara was filling a glass of water at the sink.

"Just yell my name if you want me to join you guys," Sara called out with a laugh as you crossed the threshold into your room.

You turned back with a smile. "I promise we'll be quiet," you reassured her, closing the door behind you.

In the intimacy of your room, you met Joost's eyes once again, now dark with desire.

The quiet of your room and the atmosphere cracklin with anticipation. Joost closed the distance between you, his eyes never leaving yours, filled with a mixture of longing and excitement. The playful banter with Sara had added a touch of lightheartedness to the moment, but now it was just the two of you, the intensity palpable.

He gently cradled your face in his hands, his touch both tender and commanding. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. Leaning in with hunger, he kissed you passionately, guiding you backwards until the edge of your bed met the back of your legs. With a deliberate push, he got you onto the bed, urgency evident in his movements. He swiftly removed his shirt and then moved atop you, his lips seeking yours again as he left a trail of eager kisses and marks of desire on your neck. Soon, his attention shifted downward, to your chest adorned only by the pink bikini top from the festival. 

His hand slid down, shifting the top slightly and leaving your nipple exposed to the cool air. "So fucking beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky with desire, as he squeezed your breast before taking it into his mouth. His lips danced on your skin as he fondled you, eliciting a small moan from you that you bit your lip to stifle.

Your breath quickened as Joost continued his motions, his touch sending waves of pleasure through you. His lips and tongue teased and caressed, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment. You arched into his touch, your hands finding their way into his hair as you surrendered to the sensations coursing through your body.

Joost lifted his head to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with desire. "I want you," he whispered, his voice rough with need.

The intensity of his words sent a thrill through you, your own desire matching his. Without hesitation, you reached for him, pulling him closer as your lips found his in a hungry kiss. The heat between you intensified, fueled by the longing that had built throughout the night.

As your kisses deepened, his hand ventured downward, slipping between your legs and tracing the fabric of your shorts. He tugged at the waistband, trying to undo the button of your jeans. His movements were erratic and unsteady, but after a moment of fumbling, he successfully unbuttoned them. With growing urgency, he tore them off somewhat aggressively, consumed by desire as he was growing more desperate. In his haste, your underwear quickly followed. His hands roamed over your exposed skin, the urgency in his touch matching the intensity of your kisses. He pulled you closer, his desire evident.

He quickly pulled away to unbutton his own jeans. You sat up and reached for the bulge straining against the fabric, teasing him with a playful look as you bit your lip. He grunted, finally managing to open his jeans, pushing them down along with his underwear in one swift motion. His erection sprang free, lightly brushing against your face. 

You glanced up at him, your eyes filled with mischief, as you wrapped your hand around him, feeling the heat and hardness. Slowly, you leaned in, planting a soft kiss on the tip before running your tongue along his length. He let out a low groan ”Y/N”, his hand tangling in your hair as he guided you closer, his desire growing more intense with each passing second.

You took him deeper into your mouth, your movements slow and deliberate, savoring the taste and the sounds of his increasing pleasure. His grip in your hair tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as you worked your magic. With each motion, you felt his body tensing, his control slipping away.

He pulled you up suddenly, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss, his hands exploring your body with urgency. In one fluid motion, he guided you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs. His eyes met yours, filled with lust, as he slowly entered you, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through both of you.

He began to move, his rhythm steady and deep, each thrust intensifying the connection between you. Your bodies moved in perfect sync, every touch and kiss heightening the pleasure. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, your breaths mingling as you whispered each other's names.

The room was filled with the sounds of your shared passion, each moment more intoxicating than the last. His pace quickened, the tension building within both of you. Your fingers dug into his back, urging him on, as you felt yourself nearing the edge.

He pulled out and grunted, "Turn around, schatje" motioning for you to get on all fours. You obeyed, positioning yourself as he instructed. As soon as you were steady, his hand came down sharply on your skin, making you let out a whimpering scream.

Entering you again from this new vantage point, he leaned in and whispered in your ear, "Sound so pretty for me, ja?" as he placed a kiss on the back of your neck.

His words sent shivers down your spine as he began to move again, his thrusts deep and deliberate. You responded to his rhythm, your sounds of pleasure growing louder with each powerful motion. His hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding you in sync with his movements.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he murmured words of encouragement and praise, each one intensifying your arousal. The sensation of his body against yours, combined with the raw intensity of his whispers, drove you to the edge.

With a final, forceful thrust, you both reached a shattering climax, your cries of ecstasy filling the room. He stayed close, his body pressed against yours as you both caught your breath.

Gently, he pulled you back into his arms, holding you close as you both basked in the lingering warmth. His fingers traced light patterns on your skin, sending tiny shivers through you. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, his voice a soothing balm to your senses.

You turned your head to meet his gaze, the intensity in his eyes reflecting how much he adorned you. He kissed you tenderly, the softness of his lips a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before. Wrapped in his embrace, you felt a profound sense of contentment, knowing that this connection was more than just physical; it was the beginning of something deeply intimate.

You lay there together, bodies entwined, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours. The room was filled with a comforting silence, broken only by your gentle breaths and the occasional whisper of affection. As you drifted into a peaceful slumber, you knew that this was a moment you would cherish.

Taglist: @viozxe , @imsiriuslyreal

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Welcome to Amsterdam | Part two: After party

Part one here

Paring: Joost Klein x female!reader 

Description: Arriving at the party you and Joost hit it off heading of to his place

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, oral receiving and giving, PIV ,unprotected , overstimulation, smoking, alcohol

Word count: 3K+

You followed the address Joost had given you and found yourselves at a downtown club. The door was closed, and after checking the time on the piece of paper, you confirmed it matched the clock. Sara knocked on the door, and a huge dude in a black suit opened it with a nod of recognition as you handed him the piece of paper. He ushered you inside, where the pulsating beat of music and vibrant lights welcomed you to the lively atmosphere of the club. 

You and Sara headed straight to the bar, quickly ordering two shots of tequila each and knocking them back, clearly eager to kick off the night. After the shots, you grabbed two beers and made your way to the smoking area, where you saw Joost chatting with a group of people and smoking. He didn't seem to notice you, so you and Sara lit up the cigarettes, enjoying the music in the background as you chatted and smoked.

Even though this was the first time you went out together, you guys were in sync. You really liked Sara, her bubbly energy hyping you up as you danced outside as you were smoking.

After a while, you felt a hand on your shoulder, prompting you to turn around and see Joost. The alcohol's effects were evident as you hugged him and said, "Hello, Mr. Joost," before stepping back to let Sara greet him. 

"Hello, when did you guys get here?" he asked, pulling out a new cigarette to join your group.

"We just got here," Sara quickly replied, then downed the rest of her beer and tossed her cigarette. "Y/N, I'm going to get some more, do you want some?"

You quickly gulped down your beer and handed her the glass. "I'm having whatever you're having." you replied, giving Sara a kiss on her cheek before she headed off into the crowd. 

"What about you, cutie?" you asked Joost as you took a drag from your cigarette.

"I just got here too," he replied, taking a sip from his drink. 

"You look hot," he continued after some silence, locking eyes with you.

"Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself," you replied with a laugh, feeling the playful energy between you both. As the music thumped around you, you felt a rush of excitement mingled with the alcohol's warmth, making the moment feel electric.

You continued to chat until Sara returned with two cocktails and handed you one. Taking a sip, your face scrunched up from the high amount of alcohol. "Whoa, that's strong," you exclaimed, laughing as you adjusted to the potent drink. Sara chuckled beside you, clearly enjoying the moment as she had no trouble drinking hers.

Joost leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Looks like Sara's trying to get you all tipsy tonight," he said with a smirk, raising his own glass in a mock toast.

You laughed, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spreading through you. "Seems like it," you replied, taking another cautious sip of the cocktail.

As the night progressed, the music throbbed louder, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. You found yourself caught up in the energy of the moment, enjoying the company of Joost and Sara in the vibrant atmosphere of the club.

All of you moved to the dance floor and danced to the music. After a while, Joost put his arms around you, standing behind you swaying to the music. You leaned in, moving your body in sync with his, feeling the rhythm pulse through you as the night continued to unfold in a haze of music and laughter.

As the music enveloped you, Joost's presence behind you felt both comforting and electrifying. The beat thumped through the floor, merging with the pulsating lights that illuminated the dance floor. Sara danced nearby, her infectious laughter blending with the music.

Joost leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "You're a great dancer."

You smiled as you turned around to face him, putting your arms around his neck and looking up. Joost bit his lip, meeting your gaze with a playful intensity. 

Joost's gaze held yours, his eyes twinkling with a mix of curiosity and desire. The music continued to pulse around you, adding to the charged atmosphere between you. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours.

"So fucking pretty" he murmured softly, his voice barely audible over the music.

You felt a rush of anticipation, your heart beating faster as you leaned in towards him, the world around you fading into the background.

As you leaned in, your lips gently touched in a tender kiss. The soft touch of your lips against Joost's sent a thrill through you both. Time seemed to slow down as you shared a moment of warmth and connection amidst the pulsing music and the dim lights of the club. The kiss deepened slightly, expressing a mutual attraction and a hint of playful desire.

When you finally pulled back, you both lingered in the closeness, exchanging smiles that spoke volumes about the unspoken understanding between you. The music continued to throb around you, but in that moment, the world narrowed down to just the two of you, wrapped in a quiet intensity that felt both exhilarating and comforting.

Joost gently rested his forehead against yours, his hands still tenderly holding you close. The moment felt charged with unspoken words and shared emotions, the music fading into the background as you savored each other's presence. 

"You're amazing," Joost whispered, his voice low and filled with sincerity.

A warmth spread through you at his words, and you couldn't help but smile. "You're not so bad yourself," you replied softly, feeling a rush of affection for this unexpected connection.

Joost placed a kiss on your forehead and then bent down to kiss your cheek. "Wanna go somewhere private?" he asked in a low voice, sending a shiver down your spine.

His touch and his words stirred a mix of excitement and anticipation within you. The suggestion of leaving together, away from the pulsating club atmosphere, felt both thrilling and intimate. 

You nodded silently, feeling a rush of adrenaline as you held onto his hand, as you made your way through the crowd towards the exit.

On your way out, you waved goodbye to Sara, who had noticed you leaving with Joost.

Sara waved back with a knowing smile, silently cheering you on as you and Joost disappeared into the night together. 

The cool air enveloped you both as you stepped outside. Joost pointed in a direction, "The place I'm renting is just a short walk that way," he said, taking your hand and leading the way. 

You followed Joost through the quiet streets, the distant sounds of the club fading behind you. His hand felt warm and reassuring in yours as you walked together under the soft glow of streetlights. As you approached his place, Joost unlocked the door and held it open for you with a smile.

"Welcome," he said, gesturing for you to enter.

Inside, the atmosphere was calm and inviting. Joost went to the kitchen and fetched a bottle of wine. "Care for some wine, gorgeous?" he asked, flashing a charming smile. 

You smiled back, feeling the warmth of his hospitality and the cozy ambiance of the room. "Sure, that sounds perfect," you replied, moving closer to where he stood by the kitchen counter.

Joost poured two glasses of wine and handed one to you, his touch lingering slightly as he passed it over. You took a sip, savoring the rich flavor and the moment with Joost. He gestured towards the sofa and walked over to it, switching on the TV. You followed suit, sitting down beside him and taking another sip of your wine. 

He put on a movie at low volume for background noise, then turned towards you, gently placing his free hand on your cheek before leaning in for a brief kiss.

The soft touch of his hand on your cheek and the tender warmth of his lips against yours sent a thrill through you. It was a gentle kiss, filled with intensity.

As he pulled back slightly, you met his gaze, feeling a rush of emotions swirling between you. The movie played softly in the background, but your attention was focused entirely on each other. 

You took one last sip of the wine and set the glass down on the table. Then, you climbed onto Joost's lap, straddling his thighs. Joost smiled as he took a sip from his glass before placing it down next to yours. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer as he gazed into your eyes with a mixture of desire and affection. The room was filled with a subtle tension, the air thick with anticipation as you leaned in to kiss him again, your heart racing with excitement.

The kiss deepened, each touch and movement filled with a growing passion that ignited between you. Joost's hands gently caressed your back, sending shivers down your spine as you melted into his embrace. Lost in the moment, you both allowed yourselves to surrender to the magnetic pull drawing you closer together, the world outside fading away as you embraced the warmth and intimacy of the night.

The kiss depended as you tilted your head as your tongues intertwined and you could feel Joost's hands moving around your body and pulling you even closer. As you let him pull you closer you could feel his growing bulge underneath you making you let out a small moan. 

The moan made Joost move his hands to your hips to help you ride him, making you moan out  “I need you.” into his neck. 

Joost lifted your chin and planted a kiss on your lips before rising from the couch, lifting you effortlessly with him.

He carried you in his arms with a confident stride, moving towards the bedroom where the soft glow of a bedside lamp illuminated the room. As he gently laid you down on the bed, the air around you was charged with anticipation and desire. He pulled his shirt off, then leaned down over you. "You need me, huh?" he whispered, his voice tinged with desire. 

His touch was confident yet tender as he traced his fingers lightly along your skin, igniting a trail of sensation that sent shivers down your spine. The room felt intimate and charged with anticipation as you gazed up at him, your desire mirrored in his eyes. 

As he hovered above you, his lips found yours again in a hungry kiss, deepening the connection between you. Your hands roamed over his back, feeling the warmth of his skin, as the desire between you intensified. The soft sounds of your breath mingled with the quiet rustle of sheets as you both gave in to the intoxicating passion of the moment. His hands trailed down to your skirt, hooking a finger in the waistband. "Can I?" he asked softly, tracing his finger along the edge. You nodded eagerly, a desperate "please" escaping your lips.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Joost gently slid your skirt down, revealing more of your skin inch by inch. His touch was tender yet filled with desire, sending a thrill through you as anticipation built between you. Your breath quickened as Joost continued to undress you with careful attention, his gaze locked with yours in an intense exchange of desire. The air around you crackled with electricity as he revealed more of your body, each moment heightening the tension between you. He threw your skirt to the floor before once again towering over you, placing one of his hands high up on your thigh. You could feel his thumb barely touching the outside of your underwear making you let out a pleading moan. 

His thumb grazed over your underwear drenched in your desire for him. “Wow, so wet for me” he said, sliding your underwear to the side, sliding his thumb between your wet folds making you let out a moan “Joost, please i want you”.  Joost moved his hand to your face, gently kissing you before whispering in your ear, "I'm here, schatje." He placed a kiss on your neck before lying down beside you. "Come here," he murmured, his fingers unbuckling his belt. 

You moved over, assisting him with his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. As you worked on his jeans, Joost's breath hitched slightly as you pulled them down freeing his bulge. You could clearly see the outline of his dick underneath his underwear. You bit your lip, looking up at Joost as your hand traced against the outline, feeling him flinch slightly from your touch. You rubbed the outline making him grow even more "Don't be a tease, schatje” Joost growled, as he bit his lip.

His voice was husky with desire as his hands gently guided yours, urging you to continue. The tension between you intensified, filled with anticipation and longing. You sat up, removing your shirt, leaving yourself in just your underwear. Leaning back down, you hooked your finger in his waistband and guided his underwear off freeing his erection. Joost helped you take off his underwear and threw it to the side along with his pants. You wrapped your hand around the base of him, looking up at Joost as you opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue licking his tip. He let out a deep grunt in response.

You continued to tease him with your tongue, swirling it around his tip before taking him deeper into your mouth. Joost's hands gripped the sheets, his breathing becoming heavier. Encouraged by his reactions, you moved your mouth up and down his length, your pace gradually increasing. His groans grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure. 

Joost's hips began to move in rhythm with your motions, his hand finding its way to the back of your head, guiding you gently. You felt his grip tighten as you took him deeper, his breathing becoming more ragged. 

"You're incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with raw desire. 

You kept your pace, alternating between deep, slow movements and quicker, teasing ones. Joost's moans grew louder before he grabbed your cheeks, gently stopping you from continuing, making you let out a whine as you were enjoying him filling your mouth. 

He sat up, kissed your flushed lips, and gently laid you down onto the bed. "My turn," he murmured, removing your bra and tossing it aside before placing soft kisses on your now exposed breasts as he squeezed them. Joost nibbled on your nippels, making your breath hitch before his kisses trailed down, eliciting small moans of pleasure from you as he reached the waistband of your underwear. He placed a kiss over the fabric before pulling them down and tossing them aside. His finger teased around your clit before sliding down between your folds. He placed a kiss on your clit, and you gasped as you felt his finger enter you. 

Joost moved his finger rhythmically, curling it inside you, while his lips and tongue worked on your clit. You arched your back, gripping the sheets, your moans growing louder with each wave of pleasure. "That's it, schatje," he murmured against you, sending shivers down your spine.

Joost's movements intensified, and your body responded eagerly. His tongue circled your clit, his fingers thrusting deeper, and you felt the tension building inside you. "Joost," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. He looked up, his eyes dark with desire, before redoubling his efforts. The sensation was overwhelming, and with a final cry, you were pushed over the edge, waves of pleasure crashing through you. 

Joost continued to move gently, drawing out your orgasm until you were left trembling. He then moved up, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. "You taste amazing," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. 

Joost lined up his throbbing dick to your entrance guiding it against your folds making you whimper as you felt it twitch. “Can I?" he asked for reassurance, making you nood as you wanted more of him. As he entered, you let out a moan crying in pleasure and overstimulation. 

Joost began to slowly thrust his hips allowing you to adjust to his size, until fully bottoming out inside you as you cried out “ fu.. fuck Joost. Oh my God!” making him pick up his pace. Wrapping your legs around him allows him to get deeper, hitting the perfect spot making you scream out in pleasure as your hands wrapped around his body digging your nails into his back making him grunt as he continues thrusting into you.  

He leaned down kissing you passionately as he rocked his hips into you, making your moan muffled by the kiss. His hand that wasn't holding him up was trailing around your body, feeling you up. His hand stopped at your breasts, fondling them as his fingers played with your nippels, sending a shiver down your spine making you arch your back. Thrusting hard into you making you let out a whimpering scream.

His hand moved back to your side to get more support. His head fell down now resting by the side of your neck placing kisses and leaving marks on your neck as he started to thrust harder. “you feel so f..fucking good, schatje” Joost grunted into your neck making you tighten around him. 

“close, Joost, i'm close”  you moaned, grabbing him by his hair. “Come on my dick, schatje” he said into your neck with a heavy breath, trying to keep his pace up. 

His words and constant tempo pushed you over the edge making you spasm as he continued thrusting, carrying you over your orgasm making a tear roll down your cheek as his pace became fast and irregular as he came inside you filling you up with his liquids. Joost kissed your lips before he slumped over falling to the side of you as both of you breathed heavily coming down from the high. 

Joost placed a kiss on your cheek wiping away your tears “So pretty” he whispered before getting up and going out of the bedroom leaving you alone as you tried to catch your breath. 

He quickly came back in with a glass of water and a towel to clean you up. He placed the glass on the bedside table before drying you off with the towel. “I'm going to take a shower, don't go anywhere” Joost leaning down to kiss you before leaving again. 

You pushed yourself to a sitting position and grabbed the glass of water, chugging it down quickly. 

Joost hurried back into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Come on, let's get you in the shower, schatje," he said, extending his hand to help you up. Following his lead, you entered the shower, where he had thoughtfully placed a fresh towel on a nearby table. 

Upon emerging from the shower, you noticed a toothbrush still in its packaging and a tube of toothpaste, prompting you to sit down and freshen up.

As you made your way back to the bedroom, you found Joost lounging on the bed, engrossed in videos on his phone while casually smoking a cigarette. A full glass of water sat on the bedside table, and he smiled at your entrance. "Feel free to pick something from my closet for tonight," he offered before returning to his phone. 

You sifted through his clothes until you settled on what appeared to be a simple white t-shirt. Slipping it on, you were taken aback when Joost let out a chuckle. Looking down, you discovered the words "I ❤️ Joost Klein" written across the shirt. He patted the bed, inviting you to join him, "Come here, Liefje."

You climbed into bed with him, snuggling close and resting your head on his chest. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before murmuring "goede nacht schat" as he put out his cigarette and drifted off to sleep. The gentle rise and fall of his chest lulled you into a peaceful slumber.

Part three here

Taglist: @viozxe , @imsiriuslyreal

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Welcome to Amsterdam | Part one: Festival

Paring: Joost Klein x female!reader 

Description: Performing at a festival with your friend and meeting a blond man who was also performing at the festival.

Warnings: None really, mostly background. 

Word count: 2,5K+

You are packing for a trip to the Netherlands, having been invited by a friend to join her on stage. You've been making music for about three years, but this will be your first festival in another country. The plan is to stay at your friend's house in Amsterdam, close to the festival venue. Excitement and nervousness blend as you double-check your equipment and personal items, ensuring you haven't forgotten anything important.

As you finish packing for the week, you hear a notification on your phone. It's a message from your friend.

Sara: How's everything going and don't forget to bring your laptop so we can make some music.

You: Thanks, I almost forgot. I'm going to the airport soon. I will update you before I fly off. 

Nice, see you soon then! <3

After packing your laptop Sara reminded you of, you then scanned the apartment to make sure you didn't miss anything else. Once satisfied, you dragged your suitcases to the elevator and ordered an Uber to take you to the airport. You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and anticipation for the adventure ahead.

Upon arrival at the airport, you quickly grabbed a cart to help with your luggage and headed to the check-in counter. Despite having a lot of luggage ,clothes for the week, a stage outfit, some clubbing outfits, and swimwear, everything went smoothly. You felt prepared for anything the week might throw at you. The buzz of the airport and the chatter of travelers around you only heightened your excitement.

After passing through security, you found a bar and sat down to enjoy a much-needed airport beer, savoring the moment and the anticipation of the journey ahead. As you sipped your drink, you checked your phone to confirm your gate and departure time, knowing your plane would be leaving in 30 minutes. You felt a mixture of excitement and calm, ready to take on whatever this trip had in store.

I'm at the airport now. Everything went smoothly and it looks like the plane is leaving as planned. 

Great. Meet you there. 

You finished your beer and headed to the gate as boarding began. Finding your seat, you settled in, ready for the flight to Amsterdam. The anticipation of the upcoming festival kept your spirits high.

The trip was quick, but you managed to squeeze in a short nap, feeling refreshed as you neared your destination.

As you exited the airport, you saw Sara waiting for you with a big smile and a welcoming hug. The excitement of seeing her and starting this adventure together made you feel even more energized for the week ahead.

"Hiiii Y/N! So nice to see you irl” 

“Hello Sara! Nice to finally meet you too.”

You both hugged before she helped you load all the luggage into her car.

The festival was three days long, and you were scheduled to play on the second day, Friday. Today was Wednesday, and you and Sara decided to take it easy, resting from your flight and gearing up for the first day of the festival. You spent the day indoors, working on a new song together. Having collaborated over the phone before, it felt natural to create music side by side. 

By the time you decided to call it quits for the day, it was close to midnight. You had completed a chorus, rough lyrics, and a basic beat. Though it wasn’t a finished song, you were both surprised and pleased with how quickly you managed to put it together.

After saying goodnight, you went to bed, excited for the first day of the festival.

Sara burst into your room, yelling, "Are you ready to rumble?" She jumped on top of you, playfully hitting you with a pillow, laughter echoing through the room.

Despite only knowing each other online until now, you and Sara had developed a strong bond, feeling more like lifelong friends than just virtual ones.

You both got dressed, looking forward to a day packed with activities. You opted for a see-through top over a black bikini, paired with a long jean skirt. Meanwhile, Sara dressed in a black bikini and oversized basketball shorts. 

You wrap yourself in the flag of your country and head out the door, ready to represent your nation proudly at the festival. The vibrant colors of the flag flutter in the breeze, catching the attention of passersby as you make your way towards the festival. 

Arriving at the festival grounds, Sara handed you two wristbands—one for guests and another for your performance tomorrow. You quickly put them on, feeling the excitement build as you headed inside. Despite the early hour, the atmosphere was already alive with bustling crowds and vibrant music echoing through the air. The anticipation of what the day held in store added an electric buzz to the scene.

You began the day by heading to the food carts with Sara to grab something to eat, both realizing in your excitement that breakfast had been forgotten. The enticing aroma of freshly cooked food and the wide variety of options made choosing difficult, but eventually, you both settled on delicious fresh sandwiches.

Walking around with your newly acquired food, you headed towards one of the stages to enjoy the music.

As the day flew by, both of you grew increasingly exhausted. Opting to head home early, you agreed not to expend all your energy, knowing you had a performance scheduled for tomorrow.

When you arrived home, both of you changed into more comfortable clothes and snuggled up on the couch. With a movie playing in the background, you resumed working on the song you started the previous day. The day filled with music had left you both inspired, eager to continue creating together. 

It was well past midnight when you finally finished the song. Though it wasn't quite ready for release, both of you agreed to play it at your set tomorrow. After practicing it once more, you headed back to bed, both of you in need of some sleep.

This day, you woke up to Sara playing one of your songs at full volume as she marched through your room, singing along enthusiastically.

"Todays the day," Sara declared as she plopped down next to you in bed, creating a dip from the new weight. 

She was always so joyful, her energy filling the room and rousing you from sleep, even though you were tired from the previous day. 

Today, you chose a laid-back ensemble: a pink hoodie adorned with your stage name, paired with shorts concealed beneath. Sara sported a similar outfit as the day before, switching her black bikini for a pink one to complement your attire. 

With your stage outfit packed in a bag, you headed back to the festival, entering through a special artist entrance. Finding Sara's trailer, you unloaded all your belongings before venturing out into the festival area.

You watched several performances before making your way back to the trailer to prepare for your own stage appearance. On the way, you and Sara sang along to songs you'd heard earlier, dancing with excitement coursing through your veins. Caught up in the moment, you spun around and accidentally bumped into someone.

"OMG, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you," you apologized, turning to face a tall, blond man with piercing blue eyes, dressed in a white tank top and black baggy jeans.

Noticing how close you were, you quickly backed up, apologizing once more.

The man chuckled. "It's fine. You seemed lost in another world."

He extended his hand towards you. "I'm Joost. And you are Y/S/N?"

You shook his hand. "That's my stage name. My real name is Y/N."

You found yourself lost in a trance staring into his eyes, until Sara stretched out her hand to greet Joost, breaking the spell.

"Hi, I'm Sara. Nice to meet you, Joost," she said with a friendly smile, shaking his hand. "But we have to get going; we're on stage in an hour." She glanced at you, her eyes full of excitement and determination for the performance ahead. She grabbed your hand and swiftly pulled you away from Joost, eager to focus on the upcoming performance. You exchanged a quick glance with Sara. 

"He was so hot," you exclaimed as soon as you stepped into the trailer, flopping down on the couch beside Sara, who chuckled knowingly. "You know, you stared into his eyes for like a whole minute," she added, making you feel a mix of embarrassment and amusement. Sara grinned mischievously, clearly enjoying your reaction. 

You got ready, changing into your stage outfit: a fluffy pink tank top paired with a matching bucket hat and a short jean skirt featuring your stage name on the back. Sara opted for the same bucket hat and a pink jersey dress adorned with her name. After doing your makeup, you both took a shot to calm your nerves before making your way to the stage.

Ten minutes before you were set to go on stage, you peeked out from behind the stage curtain at the already large crowd that had gathered, feeling a rush of excitement and nervous anticipation. The energy of the audience was palpable, adding to your eagerness to perform but also to your nerves.

One of Sara's songs began playing, and she stepped out onto the stage to cheers from the crowd. It was a song you had collaborated on with her, and as your part approached, you dashed onto the stage, eliciting an ecstatic response from the audience. Performing outside your own country, you weren't sure how the crowd would react, but their enthusiastic response fueled your excitement and calmed your nerves.

As you finished the first song, Sara screamed into the mic, "Helloooo, Netherlands! I'm Sara, and this is my amazing friend, Y/S/N!" The crowd erupted into cheers once again. "Do you guys wanna hear a new unreleased song?" Sara continued, prompting another wave of screams from the crowd. "I hope you like it!" she added before the beat kicked in.

You both ran around, energetically jumping on the stage while singing along to the new unreleased song, the crowd joining in on the chorus as it repeated. As the song reached its finale, you both sat down at the edge of the stage, singing the last part while gazing out over the crowd. While scanning the audience, you noticed Joost standing in the VIP section, attentively watching your performance. A rush of adrenaline mixed with a sense of accomplishment swept over you as you locked eyes with him, adding an unexpected thrill to the moment.

The next song was one of yours, featuring more introspective lyrics and a mellower beat. You and Sara swayed along with the music, seated at the edge of the stage, singing in harmony. The crowd joined in, swaying and singing along throughout the entire song. Throughout the song, you kept glancing over at Joost, who was also swaying and singing along with the music.  

As you finished the song, you blew a kiss into the crowd. Rising from your seats, you and Sara prepared for the next song, its upbeat tempo filling the air once more. The rest of the set proceeded smoothly, and every now and then, you stole glances to see if Joost was still watching. 

As the set drew to a close, you and Sara thanked everyone for joining, blowing kisses and waving to the cheering crowd before stepping off stage, feeling a mix of exhilaration and gratitude for the unforgettable experience. 

Heading back to your trailer, you spotted Joost in the distance, slowly making his way towards you. A smile spread across your face as you anticipated what he might say about the performance.

"You guys were amazing!" he exclaimed as he reached where you were standing next to your trailer.

"Thank you," you and Sara said in unison, smiling gratefully at Joost's compliment.

"I'm going to perform on the big stage in like an hour if you wanna watch," he said before heading into his trailer. 

You and Sara headed into your trailer, quickly chugging some water and sitting down to catch your breath. You relaxed in the trailer until Joost's set was about to begin in five minutes. Both of you jumped up and hurried to the big stage and into the VIP section still in your stage clothes.

The crowd was double the size of yours, and the atmosphere buzzed with excitement as people chanted Joost's name in anticipation of his imminent appearance on stage. You and Sara found yourselves caught up in the electric energy pulsating through the air.

Joost burst onto the stage, running and jumping as the beat of one of his songs filled the air. He greeted the crowd with infectious enthusiasm before diving into his set. His energy was palpable as he danced and jumped to the rhythm, and the crowd mirrored his excitement. You and Sara joined in, singing along and dancing to his music, thoroughly enjoying the experience. His stage presence was mesmerizing, drawing everyone into his performance.

As his set ended, the crowd erupted into cheers as Joost exited the stage. Once he had left, you and Sara hurried out from the VIP section, eager to catch Joost and express how much you enjoyed his performance.

Unable to find him amidst the crowd, you and Sara decided to head back to your trailer to freshen up. Squeezing onto the couch together, you snuggled close while watching some TikTok's from the festival on your phone.

You heard a knock on the door, and Sara yelled, "It's open!" not wanting to get up. The door creaked open slowly, and Joost walked into the trailer, finding you and Sara cuddled up together.

"How cute," he remarked as he squeezed onto the edge of the couch. "I saw you during my set. What did you guys think?"

"It was amazing, the crowd loved you," you said, sitting up to make space for Joost on the couch. Sara joined in, "Yeah, you were incredible," as she also shifted to a sitting position. The three of you settled comfortably, the trailer now buzzing with a relaxed yet excited energy as you recounted your favorite moments from his set. Joost's smile widened with each compliment, and he shared some behind-the-scenes stories that had you and Sara laughing.

"I'm going to an after-party with some other performers. Do you guys want to join?" he asked casually, placing his hand on your thigh, making your body shiver.

"Yes, sounds so fun," Sara answered quickly, and you nodded along, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation.

Joost gave your thigh a gentle squeeze before standing up and handing you a piece of paper with an address and time on it. "Great, see you guys soon," he said with a smile as he headed out the door.

Once he was gone, Sara turned to you with a wide grin. "This is going to be epic," she said, her excitement palpable. You couldn't help but agree, your mind already racing with the possibilities of the night ahead.

Packing up everything and throwing on your hoodie over your stage outfit, you and Sara exited the trailer and headed home to get ready for the after-party.

Once you arrived home, you jumped into the shower to freshen up. Back in your room, you rummaged through your suitcases to find your prettiest pair of underwear, hoping you might get lucky. Sitting down on your bed, you pondered over what to wear, excitement bubbling up inside you.

You decided to stick with the same skirt from the stage since it made you feel empowered and pretty, pairing it with a pink top that showed off plenty of cleavage. You walked out to the living room where Sara sat on her phone, wearing a loose black dress. She turned around and whistled. "Damn, somebody's getting laid tonight!" You laughed, and the both of you headed out, excited for the night ahead.

To be continued…. 

Part two

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"Oxford: A Year Abroad, part five”

Paring: Felix Catton x reader 

Warning: 18+, nsfw, MDNI, smut, oral, public affection, pnv

Word count: 3012

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Y/N woke up once again in Felix's arms, glanced at the clock and it was already past lunch. She felt a rumble of hunger and got out of bed to check her wallet. Not finding much inside, she knew it had to last until her next refill in two weeks, with some set aside for the pub. 

Felix stirred, looking around for Y/N. Noticing her looking at her wallet with a hint of concern, she quickly hid it, putting on a smile. "Hungry? Let's grab some lunch. I'm starving," she suggested, tucking her wallet away in her bag. “Yeah sure,” Felix replied, walking towards Y/N and wrapping his arm around her waist kissing her on her forehead. “Wanna go out for a bite outside campus? I know a great place,” Felix said, kissing her forehead again before putting on his clothes.

As they headed out for lunch, Y/N noticed her friends in the yard, waving at her to join them. her friends sat on a blanket, enjoying a picnic together, listening to some music. "Join us!" her friend invited, patting the ground beside her as a signal for them to join the gathering. Y/N turned to Felix and asked, "Is it alright if we have lunch with my friends instead of going to the restaurant?". 

Felix gave a warm smile and nodded, "Of course, sounds like a great idea." He joined Y/N as they settled down on the blanket, ready to share a delightful meal with her friends. 

"Are you Felix?" one of her friends inquired, a playful giggle escaping her lips. Felix nodded with a friendly smile,

"Yeah, that's me," he said and turned to Y/N, "Have you been talking about me?" he asked, winking playfully. Y/N playfully rolled her eyes and replied, "Oh, just the good parts," earning a chuckle from her friends. Felix joined in on the laughter, saying, "Oh I see," as they settled into a casual and enjoyable lunch with Y/N's friends. 

Y/N appreciated how well Felix meshed with her friends; there was never a dull moment. Their laughter and banter created a lively atmosphere that Y/N cherished, making her grateful for the enjoyable company. Once their lunch was over, they sprawled out under the sun, sharing laughter and stories, accompanied by the soothing tunes of the music playing in the background. Y/N rested on Felix's stomach ,enjoying the perfect moment as he gently played with her hair. One of Y/N's friends captured a photo of them, sprawled out, looking like a couple of lovebirds. 

When Y/N heard the click of the camera, she looked at her friends and asked, "Can I see?" as she sat up. Her friend showed her the picture on the camera, "You have to send me that later; it's so cute!" Y/N said before returning to Felix, who was now sitting up looking at his phone.

"I should go, Farlighe just texted me," he said, giving Y/N a kiss on her lips before rising up from the blankets. "Nice to meet you guys," he added before giving Y/N one last kiss as he was leaning over her before leaving.

Y/N and her friends spent some time together, chatting and giggling after Felix left. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the scene, Y/N and her friends continued to share laughter and stories, creating cherished memories in the fading daylight. "We might want to start preparing for the pub," suggested one of Y/N's friends. "Absolutely," Y/N agreed, realizing the day had slipped away.

They gathered their blankets and belongings. "Let's meet at Y/N's place at nine for some pre-drinks," her friend suggested as they finished packing up. "Sounds great," Y/N replied, then walked back to the dorms with her friends. They continued to mingle until they eventually parted ways.

When Y/N got back to her room there was something on the bed, as she got closer she saw that it was a package with a note that read “For my princes.  Tomorrow ”. Y/N opened the package trying to be careful not to ruin what was inside. When she got it open there was a beautiful red dress that looked like it cost a fortune. What did he have planned for tomorrow Y/N wondered as she tried on the dress. The dress fit was perfect and hugged in all the right places, and a neckline that showed off her cleavage the perfect amount. Y/N felt so pretty in the dress Felix gave her but felt like she was in debt to him, she couldn't afford him a gift. 

Y/N took off the dress and placed it back in the box to not get it dirty, and started to get ready for the night out. It was an hour before her friends were going to show up so she had some time to get ready.  She began by taking a shower then blow drying her hair before she started to look for what she was going to wear. She found a nice little black dress that was perfect for the pub, short but not too short hoping Felix would be there. 

She put it on and started doing her makeup, deciding for a soft look with some blush and putting up half her hair with a hair clip. 

As she was finishing her hair she heard a knock on the door. Her friends walked in before Y/N had a chance to answer. 

They all made finishing touches to their hair and makeup as they drank a glass of wine before they started to head out for a girls night in town.  

At the pub Y/N saw Felix right away with a big group of people drinking beer and doing shots. Felix weaved them all over and they went to sit down at their table. They did some rounds and chatted, they all got along really well, especially one of Y/N friends and Farleigh who were being really flirty. 

As the night continued Y/N saw her friend leaving with Farlighe. Y/N looked at Felix who weaved goodbye to them and put his arm around her and whispered in her ear “ We could also leave if you want? Been thinking about how you look under that dress all night.” As he grabbed her bare thigh right at the end of the dress. His hand made Y/N feel a shiver down her spine. 

“I would like that” Y/N whispered back as she kissed Felix behind his ear. Felix couldn't take it and grabbed Y/N by her arm and nearly dragged her out of the pub. 

When they got out Felix pulled her into an alleyway and held Y/N against the wall and started to kiss her passionately as his hands wandered across her body. “Not here Felix” Y/N said as she moaned slightly. “No one will see, I promise” he answered as his hands moved her dress up slightly so her panties were exposed. 

He began kissing her neck before sliding his finger across the outside of her panties. As a moan escaped Y/N lips Felix hoisted her up so she had her legs around his waist. Y/N put her hands around his neck and began kissing him back immersed in the moment forgetting that they were in public.

“And I don't think I can wait any longer, I can't keep away from you.” Felix said as he grabbed her by her ass that was no longer covered by her dress. And pulled her closer to him. His lips traced around Y/N neck making her moan and she ran her fingers through his messy hair. 

Felix began to unbuckle his belt as he heard someone whistle. It was one of his friends from the pub. “Can't keep away from your new toy, I see.“ He said before he left as he laughed leaving them alone again. 

“Let me down Felix” Y/N said as she let go of him feeling humiliated and used. “ How many have you been with?” She asked as she got down to her feet and pulled down her dress to cover herself. “ Well a few, but I have never felt this way before, I promise.” Felix said as he tried to pull her closer again. Y/N pushed him away and said “ I don't want to be just one of your toys Felix.” as she began to walk away. Felix grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into his embrace holding her tightly. “You're not just one of my toys Y/N, he just wanted to get on my nerves.” He said, trying to get her to calm down. “He knows how I feel about you and likes to mock me” he continued as he stroked her back. Y/N leaned her head on Felix's chest saying “I feel so humiliated, I wanna go home” 

"Okay, I will walk you home” Felix answered as he let Y/N out of his embrace. 

When they got back to the dorms Felix kissed Y/N on her forehead before saying “I'm sorry for what happened tonight, hope you're still up for tomorrow”

“I don't even know what we are doing” Y/N answered as she looked up meeting his eyes. “ It's a surprise, I can't tell you” he replied as he cupped her cheeks with his hands and kissed her. “You should probably get some sleep, baby.” He continued before giving her one last kiss before leaving to go to his room. Y/N watched as he left and got eye contact with him as he went into his room. 

Y/N felt so stupid for feeling this way she knew she would just end up getting hurt, but the way his eyes wandered up and down her body made her desire him. She began walking towards him regretting every step but she knew she couldn't keep away from him. Felix noticed Y/N approaching him and smirked knowing he had her wrapped around his finger. He began to unbuckle his belt again before he went over the threshold into his room and held his hand out for Y/N. When Y/N reached his door Felix grabbed her hand and pulled her in and closed the door behind her.  

Felix picked her up not being able to wait any longer and threw her onto his bed pulling up her dress and tore away Y/N panties. He pulled her closer and began caressing her soaking pussy with kisses before he began to circle her clit with his fingers as he started to tongue fuck her. “I love your pussy, you are so sweet and wet for daddy” he mumbled as he continued to eat her pussy. Y/N moaned loudly as Felix slipped a finger into her throbbing pussy. He began to pick up his pace and fingered her faster as he felt up her body still wearing her sexy little black dress. 

He stopped fingering her as he stood up undressing before going back and tracing his bulging cock around her wet folds making her beg for it. Y/N moaned as she looked at Felix smirking as he teased her.” Be a good girl and beg daddy to give you his big cock.” he said continuing to tease Y/N. 

“Please fuck me hard daddy, I need to feel your big cock inside me” Y/N said as she placed one hand on her boobs and one on his abs. This drove Felix insane and he thrusted inside her beginning to fuck with his stiff dick. “You're are so fucking sexy, you know that? He said as he grabbed her hand that was caressing his abs, took it and put it over her head holding her down making Y/N moan by his dominance. Felix picked up his pace fucking Y/N harder hitting her g-spot and making her toes curl as her eyes rolled back while moaning loudly. 

"Such a good girl, taking daddy's big cock”  he grunted as he continued to thrust inside her placing his other hand around her neck softly choking her. “Fuck me harder daddy” Y/N moaned wanting him to destroy her. 

Felix turned Y/N around making her lay on her stomach in one swoop. “Everything for my good little girl” he said, pulling her hips up and entering her again, going deeper into her as a moan escaped her lips. Felix grabbed her by her waist and went faster. Y/N screamed in pleasure into the bed sheets, she loved how rough he was. 

Y/N wiggled her ass teasing Felix and put her hands behind her back trying to get him to go harder. Felix slapped her as and grabbed her hands with one of his. His hands were so big he could hold both her hands in one. 

“Stop teasing me, you're going to regret it” he said as he pulled her up by her hands and placed his other hand around her neck, choking her again. “treat me like I'm your good little toy daddy.” Y/N said as she wiggled her ass teasing Felix again. Felix let go of her neck pushing her head into the bed sheets. Felix grunted “good girl” as he began thrusting deep and fast as she screamed into the bedding. 

Felix couldn't get enough of her as he continued at the same pace making Y/N shake in pleasure. Y/N felt the pressure building up and she wouldn't be able to take him much longer. “Daddy I'm coming” she moaned into the sheets. Felix slapped Y/N ass saying “after teasing me like that” as he pulled out. Y/N moaned a gasp as she felt him leaving her body. “Not without working for it, show daddy you are his good little girl”.

Y/N turned around so she was facing Felix who stood towering over her holding his dick in his hand smirking. She crawled towards him trying to be as sexy as possible, when she got close to Felix he slapped his cock on her face and Y/N opened her mouth welcoming him to enter, wanting to please him. 

Y/N looked up to meet Felix's eyes as his cock entered her mouth letting out a moan making her mouth vibrate around him. 

Felix put his hand at the back of Y/N's head  “Gonna be a good girl” Felix said as he pushed her to take him deeper. Y/N nodded as she gagged on his dick deep in her throat and began to move her head back and forth trying to take as much of him as possible. Felix grunted and moaned in pleasure and pushed her head to get into her deeper holding her head still as he thrusted making Y/N let out a cry not being able to take all his girth and length. Felix thrusted one last time as he grunted “good girl” as he wiped away a tear rolling down her cheek before pulling out. 

Felix bent down and kissed Y/N lips before grabbing her body pulling her up so her legs were around him. He walked towards a countertop and placed Y/N down before entering her again making her let out a moan and scratching Felix's back. His cock stretched Y/N walls as he slowly moved in and out making her moan loader. The slow pace made Y/N crazy as she moaned “faster, Daddy please go faster” as her finger nails embedded into Felix's back making him pick up his pace and let out a moan. The quicker pace made Y/N feel the pressure build up again as he hit her g-spot with every stroke. Y/N borrowed her face into his chest as her nails dug into his back a screaming moan escaped her lips as he thrusted hard into her. 

“Can I, please daddy” she murmured into Felix's chest shaking by the pleasure of every thrust he made. Felix grabbed Y/N by her chin making her look into his eyes saying “if you're a good girl and keep eye contact”, Y/N nodded and answered” yes daddy”  before he continued to thrust inside her at the same pace. 

Felix picked up his pace going faster edging Y/N making her moan as her eyes rolled back, losing eye contact with Felix. 

He put his thumb inside her mouth as he said “look at me princes” before thrusting deep into her as their eyes met again.“ I want you to look at me when I make you cum” Felix continued as he kept the same pace making Y/N shiver as she moaned.

Y/N couldn't take it anymore and moaned loudly as she came trying to keep eye contact with Felix who continued thrusting inside her as Y/N moaned. Felix began picking up his pace going faster and harder as he began spilling out into her cuming and mixing their fluids. When Felix had filled Y/N up with his cum he stopped thrusting and kissed her forehead. They both breathed heavily in unison as Y/N rested her head on Felix's chest once again, they stayed together for a while before Felix pulled out making Y/N let out one last moan still sensitive from Felix stretching her. He kissed Y/N passionately before helping her down from the counter. 

Y/N legs shaked as they touched the ground making her lose her footing falling into Felix's embrace. Picking her up carrying Y/N to his bed and laying her down before kissing her and leaving to get a towel to help clean her up. Felix removed her dress and took off her makeup and tucked her into bed as she drifted into sleep, laying down next to her embracing her as Felix joined her sleep. 

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"Oxford: A Year Abroad, part four”

Paring: Felix Catton x reader 

Warning: 18+, nsfw, MDNI, smut, oral, betrayal, over stimulation

Word count: 2531

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As the week rolled on, Y/N returned to her dorm after Thursday's lecture. Feeling a burst of motivation, she decided to head to the library to wrap up her essay, as plans with her friends awaited at a local bar during the weekend. Settling into a cozy corner, Y/N worked on the finishing touches and proofreading. 

Amidst the quiet library ambiance, she suddenly caught snippets of hushed voices and muffled laughter nearby. Curiosity getting the better of her, Y/N peeked through a gap between the books to see what was unfolding. Unable to recognize anyone from her vantage point, she sighed, abandoning the attempt to decipher the mysterious scene. She heard quiet moans and laughter as she continued reading through the paper and correcting her spelling as she went along. 

When packing her bag Y/N looked up and catched a glimpse of Felix leaving the library following a girl. Y/N knew that she couldn't be overly upset, yet a sinking feeling persisted in her heart. The uncertainty of her relationship with Felix lingered, adding a layer of drama to her thoughts. For all she knew, she might just be a fleeting hookup in his eyes, their connection lacking any official commitment or exclusivity. 

Opting not to dwell too much on the situation, Y/N proceeded to pack her bag and exited the library. 

When Y/N got to her room, she laid down on her bed with a heavy sigh, feeling a tear roll down her cheek. Despite the absence of any formal commitment between them, a sense of betrayal weighed heavy on her heart. She couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps she had invested more emotionally in their connection than Felix had. The echoes of their encounter lingered, and she grappled with the realization that expectations, unspoken as they were, had been shattered. After pondering the situation for a while, Y/N picked up her book and began reading, seeking condolence in the fictional world to escape the unsettling thoughts that lingered in her mind.

As the night progressed, she heard a knock on her door while engrossed in her book. Assuming it was one of her friends, she casually yelled, "It's open," without looking up. The door creaked open, and to her surprise, Y/N glanced up to find Felix leaning against the doorframe. The overwhelming sense of betrayal washed over her again, and tears welled up as she uttered, "Just go, be with your other girls," pouring out her emotions to him. 

Felix stood there, his expression a mix of surprise and concern, as Y/N struggled to contain her emotions. He moved towards her bed, taking a seat beside her as she continued to cry, he gently reached out, attempting to comfort her with a reassuring touch on her shoulder. 

“What do you mean?” he questioned, gently stroking her back in an attempt to console her and halt the flow of tears. Frustration and confusion lingered in Y/N's eyes as she looked at Felix, still trying to comprehend the situation. 

"I saw you leaving the library," Y/N cried out, curled up in a ball, attempting to vanish into her own misery. Unable to contain her emotions, Y/N poured out her feelings, accusingly adding, "I feel like I was just another one of your toys.". Felix gently shushed her, his fingers soothingly combing through her hair as he attempted to bring comfort and calmness.

"You're more than that, Y/N. Nothing happened between me and that girl, we were just..." he started to say but stopped mid-sentence, realizing the difficulty of explaining the situation. "Just what, Felix?" Y/N uttered with a teary, cracked voice from crying. Felix sighed deeply, realizing the gravity of the situation. He cupped Y/N's face in his hands, wiping away her tears gently. Felix tried to explain, "I didn't even touch her; we were just high, having a laugh. It meant nothing, Y/N." trying to get her to understand what she thought she had seen. 

"You don't have to trust me; I get that you feel betrayed. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, and I'm not leaving," he said, still cupping her cheek and wiping away the tears streaming down her face. Felix continued to comfort her, his gaze filled with sincerity as he tried to mend the emotional turmoil that had unfolded. "You don't have to respond. I can go if you prefer," he said gently as his fingers delicately brushed her hair away from her face, she remained silent, her emotions swirling in turmoil.  Felix continued to sit there, his presence made Y/N feel a mix of comfort and compassion having him there next to her. As Y/N remained silent,  Felix started to stand and felt remorse for hurting her and not being able to mend it.

"Can you stay?" she softly uttered as he reached the door, not wanting him to leave. Y/N looked up, meeting her teary eyes with Felix, who had a tear rolling down his cheek. "Of course, anything for my princess," he said, wiping away his tears as he walked back to Y/N in the bed. As he lay down next to her, he gently embraced her, holding her close, and whispered, "I'm here for you," planting a soft kiss on the back of her head. Y/N drifted off to sleep in Felix's embrace, finding comfort in the warmth of his arms.

The next day Y/N woke up to the sound of her alarm, its intrusive tone cutting through her sleep while she was still entangled in Felix's embrace. Felix planted a kiss on her cheek, also awoken by the sudden blare of the alarm. "Did you manage to get some sleep, darling?" he mumbled in his groggy morning voice that Y/N adored. Y/N smiled, feeling a sense of comfort in Felix's embrace, and replied, "A little. Thanks for staying," cuddling up, trying to get closer to Felix to avoid getting up and starting her day. “No worries, I wanted to be with you” he said, kissing her on the neck. “What do you have today?” Felix asked, stroking her hair. 

“Only one lecture,” Y/N answered, melting by the feeling of Felix caressing her hair. 

“Do you have to go?” he whispered in her ear then kissed her neck. Y/N already tired from a full week of school and already done with her assignment, pondered taking the day off and spending it with Felix.

 “Maybe missing one lecture won't ruin my attendance” she replied, never wanting to leave his arms. 

Felix continued to place small kisses on her neck and began caressing her body softly. He whispered “I can't keep my hands away from you” as he kissed her behind her ear, making a pleasant shiver roll down Y/N spine. 

The feeling of Felix touching her body made her forget about what happened yesterday melting away by his gentle touches. Y/N let out a small moan in pleasure as his hand traced down her body, she turned around so she was facing Felix gazing into his soft eyes. He kissed her on her lips passionately pulling her closer to him. As he continued to kiss Y/N he rolled over now leaning over. The swift motion and seeing Felix towering over her made her pussy begin throbbing, Y/N reached for his hair, embedding her fingers gripping Felix's hair. His hand began to wander under her shirt she was still wearing from yesterday, fondling her breasts. Felix stopped kissing Y/N and began taking off her shirt “Do you want me to continue?” Felix said as he kissed her on her belly. “Yes, please don't stop,” Y/N answered wanting all of him. 

After taking off her shirt Felix sat up taking his off, Y/N glared at his torso and began caressing his abs, nearly drooling, admiring his physique. Felix grinned, guiding her hands towards his crotch. When her hand reached his crotch she began to unbuckle his belt and started to breathe heavily. She could feel his cock throbbing inside his pants and the feeling made her unable to focus, as she finally got down his zipper he stood up taking off his pants before going back to Y/N and gently pulled down her bottoms while kissing her legs as he went along. Y/N felt flustered by his gentle approach, a contrast to their previous encounter. Felix started leaving small kisses and nibbles on her thighs moving up along her body while running his fingers as he progressed. Y/N let out a small moan from his touches that made her body shiver in excitement, wanting him even more.

 When he reached her eye level he planted a kiss on her lips “Do you wanna keep going?” Seeking reassurance, uncertain about the extent to which she would permit his actions, Aware of his behavior from the previous day and how it had affected her. Y/N simply nodded, too flustered to speak. 

Felix began kissing her again and reached down to her soaking wet panties. He started sliding a finger outside following the contour from her pussy, Y/N moaned and twitched from the sensation. He slipped them to the side and entered his finger slowly into her drenched pussy, as he continued to passionately kiss Y/N. She moaned and softly bit his lips, desiring him to give her more. Felix stopped kissing Y/N on her mouth instead trailing down her body, he planted a kiss right above as he met the line of her panties. Felix bit down on her underwear and dragged them down with his teeth. When he got back he planted one more kiss in the same place before looking up at Y/N again looking for reassurance. Y/N nodded once more, biting her lip with anticipation. Felix wandered down planting kisses as he slowly reached her clit, and began to circle it with his tongue, feeling it pulsating. Y/N let out a moan as he entered two fingers into her pulsating pussy. He proceeded at a slow pace, driving Y/N to the brink of insanity, grabbing his hair and scrunching it in pleasure. Felix began finger fucking her at a more rapid pace making her moan loader. While continuing to finger her Felix sat up taking off his boxers with his other hand. Going back down kissed her on her clit before pulling out his fingers and liking them clean. Felix seductively whispered  “You taste so freaking good” as he was done tasting her on his fingers. 

Felix pulled Y/N toward his hips and laid his big dick on her stomach, Y/N looked down realizing how far up it would go into her. He backed up a bit, proceeding to lead his cock inside her. As Y/N felt as the tip entered her and she let out a small moan, she had missed this feeling. He slowly went deeper into her wet throbbing pussy, and let out a moan at the same time as Y/N. Felling Felix cock filling her up and stretching her walls made her eyes roll back as she moaned “oh Daddy, Go faster”. Felix began thrusting faster right away “Anything for my princes” He said, taking her hand and holding it down over her head. He tried to be gentle but his dominant side started to come back as he heard her moans. Felix turned Y/N over making her face meet the bed, He grabbed her pelvis and dragged up her ass entering her once again. Y/N gasped by the quick movement and moaned as he entered her stretching her walls again. He began thrusting her at a faster pace making her moan loudly as his cock hit her cervix. Felix grabbed Y/N hair and pulled her up while thrusting into her, making Y/N moan nearly scream. Felix shushed her and moved his hand to her mouth placing his fingers in her mouth to dampen the sound of her loud moans. The new position made Felix hit her g-spot every time he thrusted into her. Y/N could not contain herself begin to squirt as he started fucking her faster screaming in plesure, the sound being muffled by his fingers. Felix grunted as he made her squirt and slapped her on ass as he began going even faster and somehow deeper than before.

“ I'm cuming” moaned Y/N as she let out a muffled scream. “Good girl, cum on daddy's dick” He said grunting as he continued at the same pace. Y/N overwhelmed from the pressure that had built up, came and moaned loudly but still muffled by his fingers. His pace slowed down for a while as Felix removed his fingers from her mouth instead placing it around her neck before he began to pick up the pace again. His grip around her neck was tight but still felt good, His new pace making Y/N body shake as she had already cummed once and as the pressure built up once again. For every trust as Felix hips bounced on her ass, Y/N loudly moaned every time he hit her g-spot. 

“I´m going to fuck you until you can´t stand” he whispered leaning his head against the back of her head.  As his hips hit against her hips again hitting her g-spot, Y/N came once more moaning loudly and shaking by the over stimulation of every stroke inside her. Felix chuckled as he continued to fuck her “That´s my good girl” he moaned still keping the same pace and trying to hold Y/N still as she was twitching.  He let go of her neck and grabbed her by her waist to go deeper. 

“fuck, your so good” He grunted as he continued to thrust inside her. Felix bit his lips as he released himself inside her, mixing their cum on his dick,  every thrust Y/N could feel how Felix was filling her up. 

Felix went all the way in one more time before he pulled out his cum soaked dick.

Felix turned Y/N around making her face him. “ Clean up your mess” he said tracing his cock around Y/N lips. She opened her mouth and began liking their mixed fluids up cleaning his dick. When she was done she fell down into the bed not being able to hold herself up anymore. “Such a good little girl,”  He said, kissing her on her forehead before laying down next to her.  After around a minute Felix stood up leaving Y/N in the bed walking away to the bathroom to grab something to clean her up with.  As he came back Felix dried Y/N skin and wiped off her pussy, when he was done he picked her up moving her away from the wet spot on the bed and laid down the towel before laying down next to her again.  They laid in bed for a while both breathing heavily, and falling back into sleep.

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"Oxford: A Year Abroad, part three”

Paring: Felix Catton x reader 

Warning: 18+, nsfw, smut, Oral, MDNI

Word count: 2006

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When Y/N woke up Felix was no longer laying in the bed next to her, She pouted already missing the feeling of his skin. She crawled out of his bed and put on one of his shirts lying on the floor, it was so big on her and smelled just like him. As she walked out of his room Y/N saw Felix sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette. Felix smiled and looked at her standing in only his open shirt and nothing else. “ Want a cigarette?” he asked, holding up the package. “No thanks, but I would kill for some breakfast,” Y/N said, plunging down next to Felix on the couch, still a bit damp from yesterday. Felix took up his phone and called up a pizzeria. “You okay with pepperoni?” he said as the phone began to call. “That will do” Y/N answered and leaned against Felix's arm as he answered the pizzeria. “ One pepperoni, thanks” he told them and gave them their address and hung up. “ They will be here in fifteen minutes” he told Y/N and put out his cigarette and began to kiss Y/N on the neck. “You're sexy in my shirt” he whispered seductively while continuing to kiss Y/N neck and shoulder and placing hickeys as he went. Y/N moaned as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. Felix began to passionately kiss her and feel up her body with his hands. 

His phone rang, prompting him to cease caressing Y/N's body as he answered. After ending the call, he exclaimed, "Pizza's here!" and stood up, leaving Y/N alone as he walked out of his apartment. Taking advantage of the moment, Y/N delved into his dorm, fueled by curiosity about Felix. In one drawer, she uncovered a car key and an unopened letter sealed with wax. Tempted to read it, she hesitated, realizing that tearing the seal would be noticeable. Continuing her exploration, she found a pair of panties under a cabinet, causing her heart to sink a bit. Even though she'd only been around for a week, she didn't like the idea of imagining him with someone else, preferring not to dwell on such thoughts, she discreetly returned them, concealing her snooping. As footsteps neared the door, Y/N quickly retreated to the couch, pretending as if nothing had occurred.

Felix opened the door, holding a pizza carton, entering and placing it on a table, he waited for Y/N to join him and take a seat. As Y/N approached the table to sit down, Felix opened the carton, grabbed a slice, and glanced at Y/N. "Hungry?" he asked with a smirk on his lips and held out a slice right in front of Y/N. “ Beg for it” he demanded and took a big bite of the slice. He liked being in control. "Can I pretty please have a slice?" she begged, looking at Felix with puppy eyes. "Who can say no to that?" he replied, taking a new slice. "Open up," he said, and Y/N did as she was told. Felix held the slice next to her lips, and she took a bite as he held it. They finished the remainder of the pizza, and as they were done, Felix declared, "Time for dessert." and hoisted Y/N from the chair and carried her on his shoulder, leading the way to his bedroom. Felix tossed Y/N onto his bed and climbed on top of her once again towering over her and making her feel so small in his presence, he then began to kiss her on her lips and then made his way down to her neck and placing small kisses as he went down to her shoulders then down to her chest. a small moan of pleasure released from Y/N lips as he began racing town to her belly. He began kissing her thighs and looked up at her telling her “ Beg for it”  as he went up to kiss her on her lips again. “Please eat my pussy Felix” Y/N begged as he kissed her around her neck once more. “When you're in my bed you will only address me as daddy,” he said, taking his hand and holding her chin. A bit aggressive “Got it” he said and placed a kiss on her squished lips. Y/N answers “ Yes, daddy” with his hand still squishing her cheeks. “ Good girl” he said as he let go of her and began tracing down her body as he had done before, this time when kissing her thighs began inching closer to her now wet and throbbing pussy. Slowly beginning to kiss her clit and then starting to circle his tongue and later going up and down between her folds. He held onto her thighs with a firm grip holding her still as he began tongue fucking her pussy. Y/N moaned, as she gripped his hair with one hand and clutched the satin covers with her other, scrunching the bedding. He began picking up the pace going faster and gripping her tighter from keeping her still as she began twitching with every stroke of his tongue. “Can I cum daddy” she moaned, barely containing herself. Felix looked up nodded quickly and began to finger her simultaneously as he tongue fucked her. The sensation became too much for her; she came and moaned, nearly screaming. He licked her clean tasting her cum before going up and Kissing her lips, he murmured, "Such a sweet dessert.". and kissed her forehead before laying down next to her. 

Y/N and Felix lingered in bed for a while until Y/N realized she should probably return to her room to prepare for the upcoming school week. "I should probably go back to my room, school tomorrow," Y/N informed Felix as she sat up. He sat up and kissed her neck from behind. “ As long as you promise to visit me during the week.” he murmured into her neck. "I'm going to try my hardest,” she answered, aware of the week packed with lectures.”Okey but I'm going to miss you,” Felix said, still kissing her neck from behind. Y/n didn't wanna leave but knew that if she stayed she wasn't going to be able to pull away from his passionate kisses. As Y/N started to leave the bed, Felix grabbed her hand dragging her back into his arms kissing her passionately on the lips. “Okay now you can leave” He said, then laid back down in bed, watching her leave. Y/N buttoned the shirt she was wearing, donned her pajama shorts, but couldn't locate her panties,She glanced back at Felix lying in bed one last time before heading out.

Upon returning to her room, Y/N layed down in her bed, pondering whether what had just happened was a dream or not. Ever since she first laid her eyes on him on her initial day during the tour she had wanted him, and now she knew he wanted her. After lying in bed, replaying the events of yesterday in her head for what seemed to be an hour or more, she looked outside and noticed the sun setting. Only having eaten a pizza the whole day Y/N put on something suitable to go and get something in the school cafeteria. 

In the cafeteria there were only a few people left as it was soon going to close for the day. She purchased a sandwich and took a bowl of soup that was free and sat down at one of the tables. Eating her dinner in silence and then tidying up and leaving. On her way back she saw Farleigh kissing someone down in a corridor.  Hearing quiet moans as she went up the stairs. Back in her room again she sat down and looked at her schedule for next week, filled with lectures and a seminar. They also had a writing assignment that started sometime next week. She recalled one of her professors mentioning it before everyone left the Friday lecture. After Y/N quickly outlined a brief schedule for her studying, she prepared for bed and packed her bag for an early morning lecture tomorrow. Lying down in bed, Y/N dreaded the upcoming week. However, she reassured herself that seeing Felix at some point during the week would make it more tolerable. She drifted off to sleep thinking about Felix and his soft brown eyes. 

As Y/N woke up the next day, she felt a wave of disappointment as she opened her eyes, realizing that Felix wouldn't be there. The warmth of the previous night's memories lingered, leaving a bittersweet feeling in her heart. As her alarm continued its persistent ringing, she snapped out of her fantasy, the remnants of last night's dream dissipating in the face of the new day's reality. She started getting ready for a day filled with lectures, choosing a stylish outfit to blend in with the evidently wealthier crowd at the school. Her homeschool covered the majority of the tuition, but she still had to pay a significant portion, and that alone nearly depleted her bank account. The struggle to manage expenses weighed heavily on her mind as she prepared for the day. To cut costs, she decided to pack a lunch, determined to avoid unnecessary spending in the cafeteria. 

Upon entering the lecture hall, she spotted her friends seated in the crowd, eagerly waving for her to join them. Their friendly gestures added a touch of warmth to the academic environment. Taking a seat next to them, one of her friends eagerly asked her to spill the details about what went down at the party. The curiosity in their eyes made her realize that her escapades had become the talk of the group. She began recounting the events, determined not to leave out any details. However, just as she was about to dive into the part where she jumped into the pool, the teacher started the lecture, forcing her to interrupt her story. The disappointment on her friends' faces mirrored her own frustration at the forced interruption. 

The day's lecture delved into various economic models, setting the stage for an upcoming paper assignment. As the professor explored the nuances of each model, the challenge of crafting a comprehensive paper loomed over the students.Y/N received the assignment to explore the Cournot model with identical goods and started contemplating what to include in her essay. The essay was relatively short, around two thousand words, and she figured it shouldn't take her more than a few days. The deadline wasn't pressing; they had until next week to complete and submit it. After attending two lectures, Y/N and her friends strolled towards the cafeteria, eager to grab lunch and catch up on Y/N's latest gossip. While recounting the events of Saturday, she intentionally left out certain details, feeling a bit reserved as the cafeteria buzzed with conversations. The awareness of the public space made her choose discretion, keeping some aspects of the story to herself. 

As the day progressed, she exited the final lecture feeling weary from the extended period of sitting and lack of movement. The physical toll of a day filled with classes left her yearning for some activity to shake off the fatigue. Upon returning to her room, she grabbed a bag and contemplated heading to the campus's swimming pool for a refreshing swim. The idea of immersing herself in the water seemed like a perfect remedy for the day's academic strain. Upon reaching the pool, she swam a couple of laps until she felt satisfied with her exercise. The rhythmic strokes and the cool embrace of the water provided a welcome break, allowing her to unwind and clear her mind from the academic demands of the day. Returning to her dorm, she took a refreshing shower and prepared herself for the next day of academic torture. 

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"Oxford: A Year Abroad, part two”

Paring: Felix Catton x reader 

Warning: 18+, MDNI, nsfw, smut, size kink, weed ( tell me if i missed any)

Word count: 2243

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Y/N awoke with a throbbing head, finding herself nestled against Felix's chest. As she looked up, she realized she had slept next to him and struggled to recall the events of the previous night. All she could remember was playing truth or dare, with the memory fading after Venetia's question. Did she have sex with Felix and not remember it or why was she in bed with him. They were both in underwear so she ruled out that they probably didn't have sex. Y/N emerged from the bed, slipping into her still partially damp clothes, and made her way to the door.

"Where are you going?" Felix mumbled in a groggy morning voice, causing Y/N's heart to race. She turned around, saying, "I need to get back to the dorm; my friends are probably wondering why I didn't come home last night.” 

Felix nodded and said, "Sit down I'll get you a cab; I need to get back too." Y/N settled back on the bed, waiting as Felix arranged for a cab.

"Did we do anything last night?" Y/N asked shyly looking down into the floor while Felix retrieved his trousers from the floor and began dressing himself. After throwing on his shirt, He positioned himself Infront of Y/N, delicately raising her chin while towering over her.

"Don't worry, love, nothing happened. Wouldn't mind doing it another time" he said, then gave her a kiss on the lips before heading out the door. Y/N was left speechless, watching him stroll away. Soon, she realized her shoes were nowhere to be seen and decided to go look for them.

When the cab arrived, Felix waved at Y/N to join, holding her heels, making her feel foolish for searching the entire house. They entered the cab, and Felix placed the shoes on Y/N's lap. " They were still by the pool," he remarked. As Felix brought up the pool, the memory of jumping in rushed back to her.

Upon reaching the campus, Felix tipped and settled the cab fare, then took Y/N's hand and strolled towards the campus building. "Which floor?" he inquired, looking at her and awaiting her response. "Third," Y/N replied, and they proceeded to climb the stairs. Felix followed her to her room, planting a kiss on her cheek when she paused outside her door. He then said, "Goodbye. Now that I know where you live, I'll be able to come and visit you and not only undress you in the corridors as you walk by.” Y/N blushed, unaware that she wasn't the only one staring in the corridors. He kissed her once more and casually strolled away to his room, conveniently located at the end of the hallway. The proximity ignited a desire in her, tempting her to follow him into his dorm. However, she restrained herself, mindful not to appear too clingy, realizing she also needed to take a shower and brush her teeth.

Throughout the day, Y/N lounged in her bed in pajamas, nursing a hangover and immersed in reading. She couldn't help but fantasize about the possibility of Felix showing up at any moment. Whenever she thought of him, she became all flustered and wanted to masturbate. She wanted to fuck him so bad. And as night fell and Felix didn't make an appearance, Y/N started preparing for bed. When closing her eyes, all she could think about was how much she desired him.

In her pajamas, Y/N left her bed, stepped into the corridor, and approached Felix's door, giving it a knock. The one who answered wasn't Felix but Farleigh. He glanced at her, realizing she was looking for Felix. "You have company," he mentioned, inviting her inside. Y/N entered, noticing that his room was more spacious than hers. Felix was on the floor near the couch, indulging in something that definitely wasn't a cigarette. Felix gestured for Y/N to join him on the floor. Farleigh went to the counter and made another joint. As she settled in, Felix inquired, "Do you smoke?”

And held out the joint for her to take a hit. She took a puff while it was still in his hand and began to cough. 

"Not really, just cigarettes," Y/N replied, taking another hit and this time inhaling the smoke. Felix gazed at her, almost proud that she did well. Farleigh sat down and started smoking his new joint now that Felix shared his with Y/N. After passing the joint back and forth a couple of times Felix glanced at Y/N and asked, "Wait, why did you come over?" Y/N blushed and, already feeling the effects, didn't mind the presence of someone else in the room. She went to sit on Felix's lap and said, "I'd like to take you up on your word from this morning.”

Felix took another drag of the joint and exhaled the smoke towards her. She inhaled, and he handed her the joint, all the while caressing her as she took her hit. He began unbuttoning her pajama shirt, revealing she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Farleigh, still seated across the room, cleared his throat to remind them of his presence. Felix cupped Y/N breasts and nibbled at her nipples that were getting stiff.

"Leave if you don't want to watch because I'm not stopping," he declared before resuming kissing her round big breast. Farleigh grabbed the joint from Y/N's hand and remarked, "I'm taking this as a thank you," then exited onto the balcony attached to his living space.

After he departed, Felix gazed into her eyes and inquired, "Do you wanna fuck me” and Y/N nodded, and he continued, "I want to hear you tell me that you want daddy to fuck you.” Y/N had never used such words before, but she genuinely desired for Felix to take her.“ Please fuck me daddy” She said, hoping that was going to please him. "You can do better than that, sweetie," he said softly, kissing her ear and massaging her breasts. “Please I need you to fuck my wet pussy daddy” She said, somewhat liking it. Felix responded, "Good girl, that's what daddy likes to hear." Standing up, he lifted her with him and tossed her onto the couch. He towered over her, and she realized how small she was compared to him, he could destroy her. He asked, "Want me to continue?" Y/N nodded, and he added, "With words" standing over her.

” Please don't stop daddy, I want you inside me” she said this time getting more turned on as she said it. She felt her pussy throbbing and wanted to feel him inside her. He started to explore his hand outside her pajama pants, feeling how wet they were while maintaining eye contact. Y/N moaned slightly from feeling his hand so close to her soaked pussy. “Already this wet for daddy, good little girl” he said, taking off her pants and panties in the same motion. His hand came back and his fingers began to circle her clit and she moaned softly as he started kissing her thighs. “Please daddy” she said, wanting Felix to stop teasing her. “I'm only getting started sweetie” he said, sliding a finger into her throbbing vagina as she moaned louder. He began fingering her while he's eating her out faster and faster as she moaned louder and louder as his tongue circled her wet pussy. “I'm cumming” Y/N moaned and Felix stopped whilst she was at a tipping point. “ You're not coming until I let you” he said, kissing her pussy and then unbuckling his belt and taking off his pants and boxers. His dick was massive and Y/N didn't think it would be able to fit. Again his size compared to her made her feel so small. “ Come and suck on your daddy's dick sweetie?” he said as he went up from the floor and sat on the couch next to her, Y/N crawled towards him and took his big cock in her hand feeling how it was throbbing. “You know I want to hear you say it” he said while holding her by the chin to look her in the eyes. “Can I please suck your dick daddy?” she said wanting to feel him inside her. Felix took his hand off her chin and put it at the back of her head leading it towards his dick. He didn't force her head, only guiding the tempo. As he moaned asking her” do you like sucking daddys big dick?” she answered with a moan that vibrated on his dick, making him moan louder. She started taking his cock deeper in her throat and almost gagging by its size. Going faster, enjoying his cock filling her throat, nearly taking it all. Felix moaned as Y/N sucked his cock deeper than he thought she would be able to. 

He pulled out his dick from her mouth telling her “ turn around so daddy can fuck your wet pussy” Y/N turned around, on her knees and answer “ yes daddy”. Felix held his dick and traced it around her throbbing pussy. “Good girl, are going to be able to take all this” he said, smacking her ass with his other hand. “ I will try” she whimpered not knowing if she actually could, she had never been with anyone that was this big. 

He began to enter her and as she moaned he moaned “Good girl” and went in further “ you're so tight I'm only halfway in” he said moaning. He began to circle her clit again while he started to thrust deeper and deeper every time. Y/N moaned“ Daddy, fuck me!” and as she said that he turned her around so she was laying on her back, he pulled her closer to him inserting himself inside Y/N again and with her legs around his neck. Somehow he got deeper, hitting her g-spot every time he trusted. Y/N moaned loudly and Felix put his hand covering her mouth “ shh, I want to be the only one who hears you” he said, shushing her. Not able to answer with his hand over her mouth she nodded. He continued to thrust inside her hitting her g-spot every time. He took his hand off her mouth and placed it around her neck slightly choking her only enough to make her want him more. Y/N legs began to shake as she was not able to take it much longer and was going to cum. “I'm going to cum” she moaned as he was going faster at a perfect pace. “Not yet sweetie, daddys not done fucking his perfect little girl.” he stated while starting to go even faster. “I can't hold it daddy, I'm going to cum.” she said in a moan. He began fingering her clit and said “ Be a good girl and listen to daddy ”  and began going even faster inside her sobbing wet pussy and flickering her clit. She couldn't hold it anymore and squirted as he continued to fuck her restless. He began to moan more as he thrusted inside her. “ Do you wanna cum on daddy's dick?” He said looking into her eyes. 

“ mhm.” she murmured, not being able to speak, ready to burst. “Okay on three, one, two” he said going faster and deeper ”three” as he said that Y/N came and got cum all over Felix dick. He thrusted inside her as she felt him realizing himself into her pussy, filling her up with his load. 

Y/N was breathing heavily and shaking from her orgasm. Felix pulled out and kissed her. “Good girl taking daddy so well.” He said and went to get a towel from the bathroom. When he came back he cleaned Y/N off and suggested “ Do you wanna shower?” And all she could do was nod, still not able to speak. Felix helped her up and began carrying her to the bathroom where she took a shower with Felix. Y/N gazed at Felix wet from the shower looking down on her, He bent down to kiss her passionately before handing out of the shower and drying himself. As Felix went out Farleigh emerged from the balcony with red eyes `` It sounded like you had fun, daddy” he mocked Felix who was dressed only in a white towel around his hips. As Y/N came out of the bathroom with a towel he said “ And there comes daddys good little girl” and chuckled. “ Shut the fuck up Farleigh, your only jealous you didn´t get any action” Felix said with a stern tone. Farleigh laughed before heading out the door saying “ Good night you two”.  As the door closed behind him, Felix remarked, "Don't mind him; he's just high," and kissed Y/N on the forehead. He then took her hand, guiding her into his bedroom. A sizable bed occupied the center of the room, adorned with satin bed covers. Y/N couldn't help but ponder on the cost of living in such a spacious dorm room, especially in contrast to her own.

Still exhausted from their hookup, they both laid down in the bed. Y/N curled up beside Felix, gradually drifting into sleep. Felix gazed at her, peacefully sleeping next to him, smiling, and desiring her never to leave his side.