Joost couldn’t possibly wait for a pup as good as you to wake up, and you let him do anything he wants to you while you doze off next to him. You were far too pretty to resist - and you would never deny him of what he wanted.
This idea came to me while I was waking up from an incredibly hazy night/morning today, and it’s no surprise that I felt as if I had to pen down my fantasies when they were like this.
You woke up to the sound of Joost sighing against your skin, his breathing harsh against you while he choked back a groan, one hand keeping you steady as not to jostle you while he slept. His grasp was firm on you, his hands digging into the sensitive skin of your hips while your hole stretched around him, making him wince against you and use your neck as his own personal muffler while you stirred against him, whimpering at the feeling of him stretching you out first thing in the morning.
It was so early, and you were sleeping so hard after being awake late with him the night before that you were still in a dreamlike haze, unsure if you were still sleeping or if you were really being used to your full potential like this. Feeling you shift made his grip on you tighten, his tattooed hands holding your hips flat against him while he bottomed out into you, his breathing controlled and practiced while he held onto you.
“Shhh… be a good puppy for me. Stay right there.” He rasped against your ear, planting a kiss against the skin of your neck while he continued to slowly thrust in and out of you, groaning tiredly against your back and using you as his personal fuck toy first thing in the morning. You had always been obedient for him, and being woken up like this was like having your dreams come true.
You continued to doze slightly next to him, his hot hips steady against your ass while he nipped and kissed at you, his free hand rubbing soothing circles around your skin while he ushered you to go back to sleep, not wanting to disturb you when you were so perfectly asleep for him just moments before.
He smirked softly at the sight of your eyes fluttering shut while he fucked into you, his hand coming up to gently pet your head and scratch behind your ears as one last act of service to get you to go back to sleep. You were so easy to use like this - and knowing that you got off on the feeling of him inside of you while you fell asleep made the rush of mornings like this even more exhilarating for him.
“That’s it puppy, that’s it… so good and tight for me.” He whispered while you fell back into slumber, your walls clenching against him while you came undone, your body registering it as nothing but a dream while he knew how real everything was.
He wasn’t far behind you when he spilled over inside of you, his hot cum pooling up in you while his hips sputtered and he held onto you tightly, keeping you still while he bit down onto the blanket in front of him, not wanting to disturb how cutely you were sleeping next to him again - and he took the opportunity to fall asleep with you again too, bringing you up to your chest and holding you close while he fell asleep with you on his skin.
kiss your screen every time you see a typo or grammatical error in my fics because it means it's home grown and not some ai bullshit and im dead serious about this
your body feels heavy and shaky beneath joost, the sheets sticking to your back as he keeps you under him. he moves slow and steady, hips rolling forward in a rhythm that never seems to end. even though your thighs keep twitching from how many times you have already cum tonight, he stays buried inside you. his cock drags thick through your swollen walls, pressing deep with every thrust, the head rubbing against that spot that makes your breath catch every single time. sweat clings to both of you, and his body brushes yours with each movement, warm and solid.
“you’re shaking again,” he says quietly, voice low and close to your ear. his hand stays gentle on your hip, thumb rubbing small circles into your skin while the other rests near your face. “but you still feel so good around me.”
you try to answer but the words come out broken when he pushes in again, deeper this time, grinding slow at the end of the thrust. “joost, it’s too much already,” you manage, voice hoarse. “..too much.”
he kisses your cheek, soft and careful, then presses his forehead to yours. “i know, baby. i can feel it.” his voice stays calm even as his cock twitches inside you, still hard. “just let me stay like this a little longer. you feel too good to stop, schat.”
your walls clench around him without meaning to, and he groans quietly, the sound low in his throat. his hips keep that same steady pace, each thrust deliberate, dragging through your slick cunt with wet sounds that fill the room. your breath catches again when he grinds against your clit on the next push, and your hand grips his shoulder tighter.
“joost, please,” you whimper, legs trembling hard around his hips. “’m still so sensitive.”
“i know,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “but please, i need to feel you cum again. just one more.” his tone is gentle, almost apologetic, but his hips never slow. he keeps fucking you in that same careful rhythm, deep and unhurried, making sure you feel every inch of him.
your orgasm builds slower this time, creeping up through your overstimulated body until it crashes over you, hard. your back arches off the bed as your cunt pulses around him, slick gushing out around his cock with every spasm. “ah– ahh, fuck, i’m cumming again!” you sob, voice cracking, thighs shaking violently around his hips.
joost groans low, hips stuttering for just a second before he forces himself back into that same steady pace, fucking you through it. “that’s it,” he whispers against your lips. “you’re so good for me. so fucking perfect.”
he doesn’t pull out when your body finally starts to relax. instead he stays inside you, rocking forward slow and careful, and you can feel him getting even harder. your walls flutter around him again despite how wrecked you feel, and another broken sound slips from your throat when he grinds deep.
“joost, joost please- i can’t,” you breathe, pushing weakly at his chest. “it’s too much.”
he catches your hand gently, pressing it back into the pillow beside your head. “i know it is,” he says, voice soft. “but you still feel so good… c-can’t stop yet.” his hips keep moving, each thrust measured and deep, dragging over that same sensitive spot inside you until your breath starts coming in short gasps again.
tears well in your eyes as your fourth orgasm hits harder than the last, your whole body locking up as your poor overstimulated cunt spasms around him, slick dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets. this time you couldn't even give him a warning, crying out little ah-ah!’s as you cry out, voice raw, legs kicking weakly against him.
he groans again, low and rough, but his pace stays gentle, fucking you through every pulse. “good, so so good f’me,” he whispers, kissing your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your eye where tears slip down. “you’re doing so good. just let it happen.”
your body keeps twitching under him even after the orgasm fades, overstimulated and sensitive, but he doesn’t stop. his cock stays buried deep, moving in that same steady rhythm, and you can feel him getting closer to the edge even though he’s trying to hold back. your walls clench around him again, and he makes a broken sound against your neck.
“just one more, schatje. just one more. i promise.” the words are soft on his lips, sweet and gentle, because you both know he won’t stop. he can’t. he needs to keep fucking you, needs to keep making you cum, until you’re nothing but a wrecked, sobbing mess beneath him.
a/n: i hope you enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love love love this so much,,, oh joost please!!! if you can hear me overstimulate me. answering my asks,, theyre so good u guys !! btw my taglist us open so if you would liek to be tagged for joost klein written content let me know!!!! :)))
summary: Joost is your perverse roommate who can’t help himself. Sneaking in your bedroom to snoop and dig through your laundry sends him down a spiral of depravity.
perv!roommate!joost x reader part 1
Content Warnings: 18+ RPF SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, male masturbation, panty sniffing, somnophilia (in that he's sexually aroused by seeing reader asleep and touches his dick next to where they're sleeping), using underwear to jerk off, drunk cuddling
word count: 2,618
a/n: this part is in Joost's POV, reader is gender neutral here but feminine and I plan to make the next part female!reader's POV - I gave this a quick proof read and spell check in my word processor but nothing else.
Title and the two sentences under the picture are from Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude by Ross Gay
Joost shifts, uncurls his legs, puts his feet on the floor and stands from his desk. His legs feel like they're about to give out under him, shaky from the way he had been sitting. He checks the time on his phone and sees a text from you, his roommate. 'dinners up caesar salad ^-^'. He stares at the emoticon, it's cute, touching that you added it. Then he notices it was sent an hour ago.
Shit.
He pushes his door open and pads out of his room, legs aching a little still. You squeak and gasp when he comes up behind you, mumbling out a quiet 'hallo'.
"Scared me!" You scold, pouting. You're too cute, he feels like he's going to melt.
"Sorry.." Joost murmurs sheepishly.
"I was just about to wrap everything up, I didn't think you were coming out." You sigh stepping away from the kitchen counter.
He gives another sorry and starts filling a bowl with greens. He berates himself mentally for irritating you.
"Do you want to watch TV with me while you eat?" You offer with a smile, blissfully unaware of his sudden anxieties.
Joost pauses forking chicken into his bowl. "Sure." He says simply, filling a glass of water before following you into the living room.
He takes the other end of the couch from you, any closer and he wouldn't be able to focus on anything else. Not like he focuses on the show you put on anyway, some sort of competition show, he nods and hums as you explain everything.
You moved in together some time ago and it's only been the past few months that he started feeling this way. It reared its stupid ugly head when you had asked him to watch TV like this but you were curled under a blanket, holding up the edge in offer. His hands started shaking and he felt sure he'd get a boner and make it weird, so he just declined and left with a Monster back to his room. He almost said no this time, but didn't want to be rude. He perches on the couch, legs crossed, behaving himself. Though it's so hard to behave.
About a week later, he's milling about the kitchen when you pop out of your room. It's hard not to ogle your legs, your ass in those shorts as you flit past him, grabbing a soda can from the fridge and say you're going out with friends. He nods giving an 'ok', nonchalantly asks when you'll be back. Just a few hours you promise, then ask why. Just curious, he promises.
He waits to make sure you won't come back before sneaking into your room.
God, it's wrong and Joost knows it is but he can't help himself. He feels like he's going to get caught red handed at any moment. Gently pushing your door in like he's not alone in the apartment. There's a mess of clothing on your bed from trying stuff on before going out, a couple of the dresser drawers askew, a pair of underwear hanging limp over the edge.
He pulls open a drawer, slow and careful before reminding himself he's alone. None of it catches his interest, until he opens the lowest drawer and finds his roommate's stash. A vibrator, a dildo and a bottle of lube. He never knew, you never made a sound. Well, he tried to keep quiet when he jerked off too, but he finds he's a little disappointed he never once heard a single noise from your room. The dildo is smaller than him. God. You're masturbating with a dildo smaller than his cock when he'd be more than happy to satisfy your needs properly.
His fingers pass over your journal, closed on your desk. He feels at your bedding, the comforter, the stuffed toy bunny. Its fur is soft, a little fuzzed like you sleep with it often. He eyes the laundry basket, knowing he shouldn't. He shouldn't be in here at all.
Joost pushes his hand into the worn clothing, fishing out a shirt. It smells like you, your perfume. His hand shakes a little when he finds a pair of used underwear. Fuck he shouldn't. He shouldn't.
He can't help himself. He pulls them from the basket, feeling the soft material under his thumb. His other hand is slinking down his own body, as he raises the underwear to his nose to take a sniff, just like he smelled the shirt. But this time he feels almost dizzy from the smell.
He starts rubbing his dick through his shorts as he reaches in again, clumsily looking through his roommate's laundry with one hand. He finds a pair, cute and pink, lace around the edges, soft under his fingers, eyes rolling as he sniffs them. He pushes his shorts and boxers down enough to get his dick out.
Wrapping a hand around himself, Joost sighs a little, he bites his lip glancing down to see himself throb. The panties change hands, he wraps the soft material around his cock and gives a whimper.
God he can't believe he's doing this. He feels dirty and perverse and fucked up, standing in his roommate's bedroom with their underwear wrapped around his hard cock because he just couldn't help himself. He watches precum bead, seeping through the fabric, rubbing his tip with the panties.
Whatever little control he had before he loses now, one hand braced against the wall as he humps his own hand. His eyes shut as he focuses on the feeling, the soft material of his roommate's underwear around his dick. He pants, pathetic noises leaving his throat. It's not long before he's coming into the underwear, cock throbbing, cum soaking the fabric.
Shame fills him on the comedown. He stuffs the mess he made towards the bottom of your basket. You won't notice. God he hopes you won't notice.
Joost can't stop thinking about it. He hears you come home later when he's shut away in his room. You hum, singing softly as you go down the hall to your room. Probably drunk, he thinks. You won't figure out what he did in that state.
"Hey," He says, knocking on your door that's ajar. You sit on your bed doing something on your laptop. It's been a few days, the incident is still on his mind and you're still none the wiser. "I'm gonna do my laundry, want me to do yours too?"
You look almost shocked. Well, he has never offered before, it's weird that he is all of a sudden. "Uh, yeah! Sure, okay." You nod, returning the gentle smile he gives.
"Thank you!" You chirp as he lifts your small basket by the handles, taking the detergent and softener sheets next to the basket before he goes.
"Ja, you're welcome." He gives a sigh of relief as he nudges your door shut again. He was so nervous you'd find out what he did if you did your own laundry.
He watches every piece of clothing as he tosses it in the washer. Every tank top, t-shirt, pair of jeans. Every pair of used underwear.
There's no one around, the air is quiet and still and Joost can't help himself. Before starting the laundry he gets off with a pair of his roommate's underwear in the middle of his apartment's laundry room. One last time he tells himself. He cums all over the cute green and white striped fabric and thinks about what you look like wearing them.
He zones out listening to music waiting for everything to finish. He doesn't think about what he's done, he doesn't think about you. He folds your clothing carefully, piling it all in the basket once more, ignoring someone who arrived and decided to stand right by the folding tables talking on their cell. Then he folds his own and hauls it all back up to the apartment.
"You didn't have to fold it.." You laugh, sounding a little nervous maybe when he returns your laundry.
"Figured it'd be the nice thing to do." He shrugs, glancing at the pair of cute socks he put on the top of the stack. You're looking too. Surely realizing folding everything meant he touched and saw everything. You don't know the half of it.
"Well, thanks. You're so sweet!" You smile up at him anyway, standing in front of him in a tank top and sweatpants, they hang low on your hips and he can see the pink leopard print of whatever underwear you're wearing now.
He gives a little giggle, glancing away. "Welcome." You don't hug him, he wishes you did, it seems like you wanted to but you shuffle away a little and mumble something about putting everything away and he knows that's his cue to leave.
You weren't teasing him, wearing what you were, he knows that. Joost knows it's wrong to think you would be, you're just being comfortable in your own space. But god, you looked so good in that little tank and the low, loose sweats. It's unfair.
It feels like you are teasing him, but he knows better. But it's hard not to stare at you, when you ask how you look before going out in tiny denim shorts. It's hard to behave when you tell him to sniff perfume on your neck. He gets you your favorite candy at the store and you squeeze him in a big, tight hug, your chest against his. Joost cums with your name silent on his lips in the night after the hug, thinking of the contact.
He comes home one day and finds you asleep, sprawled on the couch. The moment the first little noise leaves your lips he feels his dick start to twitch. His head spins, god he can only imagine how sweet you'd sound under him if the little sleepy noises you make sound this good. Little moans and whimpers from whatever dream you're having. He doesn't think twice before he's getting his dick out, biting his lip to stifle his own sounds.
Just a little, just enough to satisfy the urge. The need to jerk off next to you, your sweet, soft sleeping face. He doesn't go any further, just stroking his cock watching your lips part in a soft sigh. Then he's tucking himself away and hurrying to his room before you wake up so he can finish.
So he can finish with a pair of your dirty underwear, that he swiped from your laundry while you were out, held to his nose.
God he's fucked.
One night he's chilling on the couch drinking beer and channel surfing when he hears a thump at the door, about to stand when the knob twists and you stumble in with your shoes in your free hand. "You're up?" You ask giving Joost a crooked smile.
"Ja, I was watchin' TV." He says taking a drink.
"Can I join you?" You ask, just a little clumsy as you walk to the couch, steadying yourself with a hand on the arm of it.
Joost just nods, taking a deep breath, willing his hands to stop shaking. "Okay," You sigh, standing up straight. "I'm gonna get 'jamas.." You mumble heading to your room.
He's started another beer by the time you come back, in sweats and a tank. You plop on the couch next to him with a sigh. You're so warm and sweet smelling next to him, it's almost hard for him think. But that's also due to the alcohol in his system.
"Whatcha watching?" You ask shifting closer, leaning your head on his shoulder.
"Erm, nothing. Just looking, you wanna pick?" He offers the remote, you take it just to set it on the coffee table.
"This is good." It's some movie, neither of you are paying attention at this point.
He can't, not with how you're touching him, fingers brushing his arm. He drinks his beer to distract himself, pretending to focus on the TV.
After a few minutes, "You wanna cuddle?" You draw your legs up under you.
He doesn't answer right away, finishing his beer, setting the empty can on the table. It wobbles and falls over, rolling against the remote.
"C'mon, we're both drunk, it's okay.." You plead softly, pouting at him a little.
He thought you were already cuddling with him, all tucked up against him. "Fuck. Yeah, please."
You giggle at him, eyes soft, pupils big in the darkness of the living room the two of you only lit by the movie playing. "You're so cute, you know that?"
He laughs as well, a quiet sound. "You're cuter.." What is he saying? What is he even doing? Letting you lace your fingers with his, your body slouching against his but your head tilted up so you can look at him.
"No I'm not… You are, with your pretty hair an' pretty eyess," You coo, blinking hard, swaying a little as you sit up straighter. "Can I take your glasses off?"
He nods, letting his eyes flutter shut when your hands come up to his face. He blinks them open again when he feels your presence return from putting them on the coffee table. "Sooo pretty…" Your hands return to his face again, thumbs smoothing over his cheekbones, his sideburns.
He touches you in return, carefully stroking a hand down your side. He can't see you very well with how close you are, but he calls you pretty too just because. You climb into his lap, hands on his shoulders now. He doesn't know if it's your touch or the beer making him feel light and dizzy.
Fuck. He can't believe this is happening. His hands move with a mind of their own, up your sides, to your back, then your ass.
You mumble mindlessly, petting his chest down to his belly. You haven't noticed his boner yet. Then you slump against his chest, sighing heavily.
"We should…You should get to bed.." He murmurs, rubbing your back.
"Don't wanna.. I wanna be with you.." You snuggle into him and he tries to stop breathing so heavy.
"You should though. We shouldn't do this. Can you stand?" He tries getting your arms off himself, knowing he can't shove you away.
You groan, crawling off him and standing unsteady. "Mh, okay…Okay I can do this."
Joost follows quickly, there to make sure you don't tip over. "Yes, you can. Very good." He mumbles, helping you walk to your room.
You giggle at him, happily leaning on him for support. "Say that again."
"Shh, we're almost there." He can't think too hard about you wanting him to praise you right now. Not when you're so close and touching him so much.
"I like mh- your voice.. Has anyone ever told'ya that? You gotta nice voice." You fall back into your bedding once he gets you there.
"I'll get you some water." He gives your hand a squeeze before taking off.
He just has to do this and he can leave and jerk off all night in his room. You're curled under your blanket when he returns and he sets the glass on your nightstand and slips out of your room and into his own.
He shoves down his pants and underwear the second he steps in his bedroom, muscle memory at this point. His cock throbs in his hand as he sits on the edge of his bed, his mind a blur with thoughts of you, the sweet way you talked to him and kept touching him.
Fuck, he feels pathetic. He can't begin to think about how you're going to act after this.
Warnings: Pegging, Anal, Rut, Sex Toys, Overstimulation
Imagine puppy hybrid boyfriend going into his rut for the second time in your relationship. You learned the first time that you couldn’t keep up with his insatiable lust during his rut, so you got more creative this time. His rut usually last three days, and he spends ninety percent of the day wanting to fuck. The other ten percent is sleeping due to exhaustion. Unfortunately, your poor pussy can’t handle that much fucking in one day.
Your brilliant solution is to fuck him for hours on end with a nice, thick strap-on to satiate him for most of the day before letting him fuck your brains out until you are both in tears. He was a little hesitant at first, wanting to bury his cock inside you, his knot begging to be locked in your wet heat. However, all hesitancy seemed to fade away as you worked him open and made moans fall from his lips. Orgasms came over and over as his cum pooled on the comforter below his shaking body. No matter how overstimulated he was from all the climaxes, he couldn’t seem to stop pushing back onto the silicone cock. You kissed his back and showered him with affection, soft mewls filling the air as you did so.
After a while, you switched positions, letting him ride you as you enjoyed the view of him so desperate, your cunt wet and needy for your love. He came against, his cock bobbing up and down with each bounce. His cum covered your stomach and even some of your chest, the sight only seeming to make him more feral. You’d make him cum at least a few more times before letting him take your cunt. With how turned on you are right now, you think you might cum from one thrust alone, let alone when he knots you. It’s going to be a very pleasurable three days for both of you.
