cw/byr!! rpf ; fem!reader ; dom!joost ; phone sex ; brief mention of nudes ; mutual masturbation ; dirty talk ; degradation :3
i promise ill get into the requests i've gotten, this particular scenario has just been sitting in the back of my mind for a bit!
joost has been on tour for a couple of weeks.
with coachella and all of his sold out shows, you couldn't be any more proud of him, of how successful he is, only getting bigger.
with that, you missed him. everything about him.
his absence was very much felt.
no hands randomly wrapping around your waist from behind, no hand holding your throat, no fingers in your mouth except for your own.
you had touched yourself to the thought of him, of course. sent him videos and images of it, too. always a teasing reply back, telling you how much he misses you, thinks about you, is dying to finally have you. but never actual time to send one back, or to even hear his voice.
this night was different.
it was pretty late, about 2 in the morning. you were trying to sleep, the lack of his strong arms around you made it difficult every night.
just when you felt yourself drift off to sleep, your phone rang, causing to you let out a short groan before grabbing your phone from your dresser.
you picked up, hearing slightly labored breathing over the phone before he spoke.
"hey, liefde," his voice sounded a little restless, needy. drunk, too. "did i wake you?"
hearing his voice made you smile lazily.
"no," you almost croaked, clearing your throat now, hearing him chuckle over the phone. "was just going to bed.. how are you?"
it took him a minute to respond.
"i'm okay," he replied, followed up by a gulp. though he confirmed he's alright, his voice told you a different story. "tour's been crazy." a pause, a shaky breath. "ik mis je, doll."
a concern crept to your mind. "i miss you, josie. are you sure you're okay?"
a moan. "ja, sure.. blijf gewoon praten... alsjeblieft.."
that in itself brought a blush to your cheeks. your thighs carefully shuffled together as you heard his breathing pick up, the way he bit back his moans, almost like he was being weary of being heard.
"so you're--" "i miss your pussy, lieverd," he interrupted, his voice strained, aching. "ik mis.. de manier waarop je je voelde.." stuttering now. gosh..
it didn't take a while for you to feel a warm sensation in your abdomen, feeling as you grew slicker with each soft moan of his.
"i miss you, joost.." you purred, your hand making way between your thighs, slipping past your shorts to give your needy cunt some attention.
you rubbed your clit with ease, letting out your own string of soft whines, letting him listen, letting him hear as you touched yourself for him.
"you touching yourself..?" he murmured, letting out a deep groan. "yes.. my fingers feel so good.." impatiently picking up your pace, your legs spreading as your cunt gushed with more hotness.
"not as good as mine.. ja..?" he teased with a breathy chuckle. still had the nerve to tease, even when he was a breathless, shaky mess for your entertainment.
"'course not.. they're not as big as yours.." he moaned with your words. you wondered how close he was, if he had called you because he needed to hear you in order to cum.
"i'd fuck you so good if i were there.." he sounded so beautiful, each word in that sultry tone sounding like a promise. "ik zou je gaten zo goed gebruiken.. i know you would love it, too.. zou je niet?"
"yes.." you whined in response. hearing a cocky hum escape his lips with that, aware of the effect he had on you, even while he wasn't there. "how are you touching yourself, schoonheid..?"
"just rubbing.. my clit.. why..?" you could hear his breathing growing less erratic, now steady, yet still slightly shaky. "wil dat je jezelf vingert, doll. can you do that for me?" he was guiding you now. suits him.
you did just that, obeying him with no question, slipping a finger past your leaking hole, letting out a small cry as you carefully began pumping it in and out of you.
"mmh.. good girl. how's that?" he cooed. his tone authoritative, couldn't believe that he was a whining mess just a few moments ago. you couldn't bring yourself to respond, but your moans spoke for themselves.
"niet genoeg, isn't it, hoer?" you couldn't help but enjoy hearing that name fly past his lips with such ease, like nothing. calling you a whore like it was your name.
your eyelids fluttered, and you struggled to catch your breath. just one finger had this bit of an impact on your body, how touch deprived you've been.
he moaned when he heard you. he couldn't hold back his honesty, that he needed you, too. just as bad.
"yeah.. louder.." he murmured. "louder, baby, louder voor mij.." his tone was almost encouraging, you could hear he was starving.
"add another finger, doll," he was still stroking himself, deliberately. his member throbbing in his hand as he ached to cum, ached for release. but he couldn't. not now, not yet. he wanted to cum with you.
"be a good girl for josie, bunny." almost dripping condensation as he talked you through it, listening as you fell apart and loving every second.
how could you not be eager, desperate, pathetic for him when he used his voice like a weapon? if he asked you'd drop to your knees right now.
you added another shaky finger, taking just a bit to adjust to the stretch, the same way you would with joost's fingers. so big, thick, marked with ink forever, always looked so nice covered in your slick or exploring your body..
"joost.. i need you, joost.." you couldn't stop moaning his name. it was always so nice to say, to whine, to mewl, to beg. "how bad do you need me?"
"bad.. really fucking bad.. aah..!" it had been so long since you came to him talking you through it.
feeling that familiar knot tightening in your abdomen, clenching around your own fingers as you heard him chuckle, cursing under his breath while he picked up his pace.
"you gonna cum, baby..?" his tone was shaky yet again, unable to contain his excitement to finally cum with you once more. "mhmm.. wish you were here.. s-so i could cum on your cock.. fuck..!"
"Ik zou je zo goed fokken, you filthy whore," he almost uttered. "ik wed dat je strakke kut druipt right now, isn't it?" you picked up your pace and so did he.
you gradually reached ecstasy. whimpering his name, cried out for him, whined breathlessly for your pretty boy. letting the cries just spill from your lips for his ears only.
he loved the show, couldn't ever get enough of you. addicted to wearing you out completely. he would do it for hours if he could.
with that, his head leaned back, chest rising and falling with deep breaths while his cock twitched one final time, letting his load spill all over his tummy, making way to his chest. it's been a while for him, too.
you both were so far, yet so connected. laying together in bliss while on two separate points in the world.
"i came so good.." you shuddered, carefully slipping your fingers out of your leaking cunt.
"ja.. me too.." he panted with a short laugh, his voice still sounded so good. all breathy and weak.. god.
"love you.." you mumbled. "ik hou ook van je, sweetness.." you could hear the same urgency in his voice, the one you'd hear every night while you were beneath him.
"can't wait to see you, joost.."
"soon, mijn liefste.. soon."
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