Your boyfriend had warned you before your first tattoo that something called āthe tattoo sealā would be broken. He explained that once you had one, you couldnāt stop, all while hitching up his shorts, his minion in a maid dress tattoo on full display. You had laughed, confidently claiming you had both more self control and sensibility than him, therefore you would never get something like that.
Now, three months later, you stared at the reflection in the mirror over your shoulder, lip bit. You didnāt regret the tattoo, not a bit, but you regretted not thinking past that when getting it. How were you to tell your boyfriend that you had gotten a tramp stamp, and furthermore, that it was a tramp stamp of his name, Ā® symbol included. He would be home any minute now, and you had no idea what to do.
You eventually decided to just throw on an oversized tee, and procrastinate solving your issue. As soon as the T-shirt is over your head you hear the front door open, and your boyfriendās voice call out to you.
āLiefde! Iām home!ā
You of course run to greet him. His face erupts in glee, as it always does when he sees you, and he wraps you in a tight hug. You nuzzle your face into his neck and inhale. He smells of his recent cigarette and cologne. āI missed you,ā You mumble into his neck.Ā
āI missed you too,ā He says softly and kisses the top of your head. āBut look!ā
He pulls away and gestures to the kitchen counter, where two bags of your favorite restaurants takeout rest. āJoost! You shouldnāt have!ā You exclaim, immediately running to grab the two of you drink. āIāve been working so late at the studio and wanted to surprise you. Itās nothing really, truly bare minimum.ā He says as you grab a glass and fill it for him.Ā
āStill. Itās sweet. And I love you.ā You say, handing him his glass and pressing a quick kiss onto his cheek.Ā
āI love you too.ā He replies as you reach up to grab yourself a glass from your cabinet. āI was just thinking earlier today about how crazy it is-ā
He cuts off. As you reached for your glass you had instinctively reached to scratch an itch on your back, accidentally lifting the back of your shirt. Fully visible was joost kleinĀ® printed in jet black ink, right above the waistband of your boxers (really his boxers, but they were comfy and you liked them soā¦).
You dropped your hand quickly, and whipped around. āSo uh..ā You started, attempting to form even a semblance of an explanation.Ā
Joost stared at you, shell shocked, and a noticeable imprint starting to appear in his jeans. āHoly shitā¦ā He whispered.Ā
āDo you like it?ā You asked nervously, taking a step towards him.Ā
āFucking hell Schatjeā¦ā He says, finally moving to run a hand through his hair. āDo I like it? I love it.ā
He takes a step towards you, and now looking down at you, eyes ablaze. āGod, you drive me insane.ā He mumbles, reaching up to stroke your cheek. āI seriously almost just came in my pants like a teenager.ā
You laugh, and then Joostās lips crashed into yours. You hungrily press against each other, before you pull away slowly, as your thumb sweeps across a stubble-lined jaw.
Head tilting, until you can press your lips just above, against the sharp cut of a cheekbone. You can feel his exhale against you. The tightly-strung muscles easing, even as he tugs you closer. Even as you hear the hitch in his breath, the way his head tips towards yours. You move slow. The next brushing his cheek. Another, to the corner of his lips. Itās then that he moves. A rough groan in his throat as his hand shifts to your chin. Holding you in place so his mouth can meet yours. Something chaste, that turns hungry. His hips canting into yours, as his tongue sweeps into your mouth. You let him. Fingers slipping against the short, velvet-shorn hair. Up until thereās something to grip onto, as his hips rocks against yours. āFuck.ā Itās rumbled against your lips, āWhat made you go ahead and get that love?.ā
You moan, as his lips drag to press against your jaw. How his thigh rocks against your core, where youāre still pinned between him and the counter. āI donāt knowā You say, weakly, āJust wanted it.ā
Thereās the rough huff of a laugh. āFunny how that works.ā
Thereās the pounding of your heart, just below his lips. Fingers that trace the waistband of your sleep shorts. Slipping beneath your shirt to grasp at your waist. Tugging, until youāre rubbing yourself on his thigh. The muscles flexing beneath you as you gasp, nails biting into his shoulder. Trying to avoid the bruises, his skin hot to the touch. Another roll - again and again. A rough grunt each time you press flush, when the imprint of his cock ruts against your hip.Ā
The seam on your boxers catches your clit. Your breath quickens, as your arousal dampens the thin cloth. A dark patch seeping into the dark fabric, but Joost only groans when his eyes flick down to see the gleam.
āFeels good.ā You breathe, eyes half-lidded.
His teeth flash white. Pressing harder, until youāre whimpering. Until thereās a building pressure in your belly, toes curling against the tile.
āJoost.ā Itās a plea, itās a warning.
āYeah, schat?ā His knowing tone, the sweet name sends heat to your cheeks, āYou close? Think you can come for me like this?ā
You donāt know if you can. All you know is the feeling of his thigh nudging against you, as his leg bounces. The rasp of his stubbled cheek against yours.
āThink you can.ā Joost hums, āThink you want me to hear how pretty you sound when you come.ā
His name strings out. Fingers teasing, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. A rough moan in your ear when he meets bare, slick skin. Another pulled when your own hand drifts. A palm cupping him, where his clothed cock ruts into your hip. The heel of your hand nudging with the flex of his thigh. Again, and again. Sweet nothings slipping from you, a heady mix of his name and āpleaseā and āoh my god-ā, as your head tips back.
His mouth against your neck, your chin, your mouth. Your cry cut short as his body presses you flush between him and the counter. Fingers slipping down. Beneath the dampened fabric, circles pressed against your clit. Wanting to do this himself, to give this to you. The pleasure blooms low in your belly. Liquid heat and the release of what feels like weeks of building pressure coursing through you, as he brings you over the edge.
Your orgasm pulsing low and warm, as your hands find his shoulders. Adding fingerprint bruises to oneās he already carries. Ones heāll look at fondly, when heās alone.
Joostās knee only eases from you, when that tight grip on him finally loosens. The aftershocks still honey-sweet where they thud in your core. Legs like jelly, as your back slips against the cabinets - as you sink to your knees.
You want all of him.
Youāre greedy like that - fingers itching to reach out and take. To beg, but your eyes are drawn the bruises. The shadows under his eyes, you donāt know the last time he slept.
There will be more time, later. If youāre lucky.
āHey. Hey-ā His voice is almost worried, broad hands wrapping around your biceps. The words twisting into a choked sound instead, when your hands trace up his thighs. Over the slick patch, darkening the denim.
Eye-level with his hips. Your gaze meeting his, as you press an open-mouthed kiss against the straining curve. He groans then. Bare chest heaving, as his hands drop to his belt. No words needed, in sync from the years already spent together.
Thumbs hooking into the waistband of dark boxers, tugging down. Your eyes tracing where the dark trail from his belly thickens, hair coarse at the base of his cock. āDonāt have to.ā Itās half-hearted. A tick to his jaw, when your fingers join his.
Another sharp tug, until his cock is freed. Achingly hard, as it bobs in front of you. A pretty shade of pink that grows darker at the tip. A drop leaking from the slit, the head already glossy from where it smeared against fabric.
God, you need to taste him.
āI know.ā You breathe, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you grin, āI want to.ā
Leaning forward to taste him. A kiss against the shaft, tongue flattening against velvet skin. āWanna make you happy.ā
His fingers flex, curling into fists. Your eyes meet his, āI think you like it when I do.ā
Joost stiffens at your words, a sharp inhale through teeth. But you miss it - lips parting to take him into your mouth. A moan as you suck, feeling how his cock jerks against your tongue. āFuck.ā He grits - the flex of his hand, as he cups the back of your neck. Fingers twining into your hair, tugging.
He inches further into your mouth - the hollow of your cheeks as you suck, head gently bobbing.
Heās big. You know this. An ache in your jaw already, but itās worth it - to give him this.Ā
Spit strings between your lips and his cock, when you pull back. He lets you - that grip loosening, though his fingers stay twisted in your hair. Keeping you close, only slipping away long enough for you to tug the shirt from your shoulders.
Letting it pool on the floor, letting his eyes drag over more bare skin beneath. His touch followed without thinking - calloused fingers tracing your shoulders. The soft curves of your tits, palm cupping flesh. The other hand anchors himself to you again as before. The curved weight against the back of your head - a gentle, encouraging pressure. Urging you to his cock again. Already missing the warmth of your mouth. Working him back up to that peak again, and then further - as you take him into your throat.
His breathing grows shorter. Muscles flexing as he bucks into your mouth, chasing the pleasure that threatens to snap inside him.
āShit, liefde.ā Joost rasps, āYou want me to come on these?ā
A squeeze against your chest. You make a low sound in your throat, in response. Eyes flicking up, sinking another inch deeper as your fingers grasp onto his jeans.
āFuck.ā The syllables draw out, āSure, liefde. Anything you want.ā
His fingers tug harder. The flicker of pain along your scalp blending with the heat that lingers between your thighs. Keeping your eyes on his as his hips move just a little faster. Air inhaled through your nose as a hand slips up to curl around his base. Easing off just enough that you can jerk him into your mouth.
Your name comes out ragged, slipped into a moan. A curl of his lips over teeth, panting breath. āGonna make me come, schat.ā Itās a warning, but your tongue only curls around the head. Waiting to taste him fully, as he groans.
Another choked breath, his head tilting back, before his cock throbs between your lips. Pulsing against your tongue, as your fist works him empty.
Your eyes close then. Senses narrowing down to the sounds he makes. Filthy, as his fingers tug hard enough to hurt, unconsciously rocking into the suction of your mouth with each drop that spills against your tongue. āFuck.ā He mutters again.
Softer, this time. Fingers suddenly dropping, shifting to smooth over your cheeks. A low hiss, when you ease off him - only for your head to dip forward again. To catch the last errant drop on your tongue, as it flicks against his slit.
āJesus christ,ā He mutters, looking down at your head tipped up, lips swollen.Ā
His boxers still a mess around his thighs, your fingers still circled around him.āCan you turn around?ā He asks. āWanna see the tattoo in all its glory.ā
You oblige, of course. He runs his fingers over the still lightly irritated skin. Heās quiet for a moment. āCan I ask you two things?ā
āYeah,ā You breathe out.
āCan I use this as an album cover?ā
You laugh in surprise, but nod, as his fingers slowly play with your waistband. āFucking awesome. Thanks liefde. And alsoā¦ can I take these off?ā
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a/n: babys first smut LMFAOOO anyway hope u like lmk if u do (plz reblog if u liked it). english is deadass my fourth language so forgive grammer or spelling mistakes. okay chill my requests r open if u want me to write smth!
reader is completely gender neutral and have no described genitalia, joost fucks them and stimulates their g/p-spot inside, so it can go either way depending on your fancy.
word count: 2059
a/n: this part is in reader's POV i hoped to make their POVs sound distinct, and not like the same narrator. idk if it came across well. I gave this a quick proof read and spell check in my word processor but nothing else.
thank you to @klik0bak and @derwf for proof reading this for me. genuinely Could Not bring myself to do it. i still really dont like this one but i'm grateful for the help. ššš
You don't know what you're going to do, you stand in the shower, combing your fingers through your hair and think. You're just about done with that stupid boy! God, you don't know how much more obvious you can make it! You think about how you damn near jumped his bones last week. You would've too if he didn't stop you. You wish he didn't stop you.
You step out of the shower, wrapping your hair in a towel and then your body too. You creep over to the door, listening carefully. You hear Joost's door creak open and wait a moment before popping out.
"Oops! I didn't know you were up!" You feign embarrassment at being seen fresh out of the shower.
"Oh, sorry.." He mumbles, eyes flicking from where you fidget with the corner of the towel and up to your eyes before coming down again, tracking a droplet running down your chest.
Joost shuffles out of the hallway, and you stop yourself from heaving a disappointed sigh.
You flop on your bed with a groan, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your palms. You just want him to acknowledge you. You know he's into you. You want him to act on it so bad. You're going to have to make the first move yourself, you realize. None of your hints, tricks, or teases have worked.
On a day when he's out you practice in the mirror.
"Have you ever I dunnoā¦Thought about us? Together?"
"Are you, like, into me?"
"What would you do if I kissed you?"
"Have you ever thought of me like that? Like.. In bed, all alone."
"Do you wanna fuck?"
Maybe if you act totally pathetic and needy, you'll get him how you want. You don't even have to pretend.
Later that night you leave your door ajar and fuck yourself with your dildo on your bed. Hoping maybe he'd see you through the door, hear you, something! Maybe he'd come in and take care of you himself. You even moan his name, thinking that'd get his attention. It doesn't and you don't even finish. Just left frustrated.
It's impossible. He's impossible.
You start to cut out on your friends early, come home to him on the couch, in the kitchen, you bemoan how boring the clubs have been.
"There's never any cute guys anymore!" It's stupid, Joost is the only guy on your mind lately. Sometimes you go back to some guy's place and kiss for an hour but it's just not what you want.
He coughs nervously. "Oh, ja?"
"But you're cute.." You murmur, eyeing him. You sit in the arm chair, leaning your elbows on your thighs, set your chin on your palms and heave a sigh.
Joost giggles, light and pretty. "I don't know about thatā¦ I haven't even showered today.."
"That's okay." You try to lay on all your charm. Try to play pathetic as endearing, like you're so pent up that you'd fuck him even though he hasn't showered.
Please, you try to convey, take pity on the poor whore, they go out all dolled up and cute and come back so disappointed.
"Are you drunk?"
"No."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
He curses under his breath, cheeks going pink.
"Look, Joost. I like you. I thought you'd get the hint by now." You pout at him.
"Seriously?" He says disbelieving. Like some sweet, dumb dog met with his favorite toy after being disciplined and he's not sure he's allowed to take it.
You kick your shoes off and come to sit next to him on the couch. "Yes, seriously. You wanna know how serious?" You ask, pulling your legs up, trying to get closer to Joost.
"Ja." He nods softly, brows turned up slightly.
You grin, swiftly crawling into his lap. You didn't think it would take this long to get him. You thought for sure he'd make the first move, but he never did.
That's okay, because you're here now.
You cup his cheek gently, tilting his face how you want him, then you lean in and kiss him. It's careful, neither of you wanting to push too much. His hands come to your waist when you pull away.
"You don't know how long I've wanted this, Joost." You sigh before going in for another kiss.
"You know I jerked off to the thought of you? I was saying your name and everything, hoping you'd come and fuck me yourself.."
All he can do is listen to you speak in between kisses.
"You will, right?"
"Yes, of course. Fuck, I want you bad too, you're so pretty I've wanted you for ages.." His hands squeeze at you.
"C'mon.." You peel his hands off you, holding onto him as you stand and pull him up, leading him to your room.
"You're sure you're not drunk?" He asks hesitant.
"Yeesss," You whine with a pout. "I'm just tired of waiting on you silly boy and I want you to fuck me." You say simply, digging through your drawers to find your lube and holding it out to him.
Joost genuinely never thought this would happen, you think, watching his face. He groans softly, giving a low 'fuck' under his breath as you start stripping. Pulling your shirt off, revealing your chest but not giving him a moment to think about that as you're shoving your shorts off, kicking them off along with your underwear.
"Fuck," He repeats, approaching you on the bed, legs shut coyly. "You promise you want me? I won't be able to keep my hands off you after this." He murmurs, stroking your knee.
"I want that more than anything." You let him spread your legs, watching him take you in.
He swallows hard, fingers gentle on your skin as he pushes your legs apart, hand trailing up. "Just wanna make you mine." Joost opens the lube, coating his fingers as he finds your center, teasing gently before pressing a finger in you. He squeezes your leg with his other hand. After a moment he adds a second finger, sighing as he works you open.
"So easy for me.. Always thought you'd be good to fuck.. I know you'll take my cock so good, won't you?" He mumbles, fucking his fingers in and out of you.
"Gonna get you nice and ready for my big cockā¦You want that? You want my big cock in you?" You moan and nod at his question as he curls his fingers right into that perfect spot inside you.
"Uh-huh, please, Joost? I need your cock.." You feel dirty saying it, none of your other flings ever really wanted dirty talk.
He adds a third finger and keeps pumping them in and out, watching your face twist with pleasure before he's withdrawing and you whine at the loss. "Not fairā¦ I was gonna cum.."
"I want you to cum on my cock, baby," Joost fumbles with his button and zip, getting his pants and boxers down and open just enough to get his hard cock out. He strokes himself once, twice, before grabbing the lube again and coating his length with a generous amount. "You ready?"
"Yes, please. Need you in me now.." You whine, watching him ease himself in before tossing your head back.
He sinks in slow and easy, making sure you feel every inch as he settles in you. "God you feel good, I knew you would.. So soft and warm." He slides a hand up your body, teasing your chest, palming you before pinching a nipple between his fingers just to feel you clench around him.
He keeps toying with your body as he pulls out, starting slow, just gazing at you like you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, like he's so lucky to have this chance to fuck you. Something about him being fully clothed while you're completely naked makes this so much hotter.
Joost bottoms out with a sigh, hands stroking your thighs. "Can I- fuck - try something?" He asks, cock twitching inside you. You give a stifled 'mhm!' in response.
His hands squeeze your thighs and he wastes no time doing what he wants with you. Easily and swiftly manhandling you, practically bending you in half so he can fuck you hard and fast. It's dizzying, his pace, his thick cock pounding deep inside you. Even the way he looks at you, hungry, makes you feel funny in the best way possible. It's like he wants to do everything while he can, can't decide on what.
You're sure your nipples are gonna be sore later with how much he keeps playing with them, groping your chest and tugging your nipples, relishing in the noises you make when he does so.
"You think you can cum like this? Just from my cock in you and your nipples being played with?" Joost sounds genuinely curious, wants to know just how easy you are.
"Yes! Ah- so sensitive, fuck.." You gasp, legs going limp when he lets you go.
"Ja, I bet. That's so cute." Joost says with a grin, angling his hips trying to find that spot in you that makes you mewl.
Your eyes roll back when the tip of his dick hits it and he twists a nipple. He murmurs something in Dutch over you and you can't pay any attention when he focuses on stimulating you with every thrust.
It's dizzying the attention he gives you, hands all over you, cock hitting your g-spot over and over. "Fuck! Joost!" You whine, pushing his hands from your chest then covering your face, embarrassed by the sounds coming out of you due to the overstimulation.
"You're so close aren't you? Gonna cum for me baby?" Joost practically purrs, pulling you closer by your thighs, encouraging your legs to wrap around him.
You do so whimpering out his name as he keeps fucking you so perfectly, you pull him down to you muffling your pathetic noises by kissing him as you cum, hole clenching around his cock.
Joost pulls away after a few moments, eyes wide, pupils dilated. "That was incredible.." He groans.
"So pretty, and all mine huh?" He slips his cock out and starts stroking himself, eyes heavy on your body, your heaving chest, sensitive puffy nipples. Practically eating you up, the way he looks at you, like he's just looking at you to get off.
Like you're his personal porn.
And it's so erotic.
It doesn't take long before he's cumming all over your tummy, mixing your sweat and his that dripped off his body while fucking you.
"Fuck, I'll get you cleaned up, okay? Don't worry." His big hand squeezes yours as he's getting up to fetch something to clean you up with.
You squeak out a thank you as he goes, head falling back in exhaustion. You never expected this to happen and especially not like this.
Joost returns with a cigarette hanging between his lips, a glass of water in one hand, and a wet wash cloth in the other. "Hey," he says gently, eyes soft as he looks at you. "How're you feeling?" He asks, handing you the water.
You sit up to drink the water, nodding at his question. "I'm great." You sigh, letting him wipe gently at your belly and then between your legs.
"Mh, good. Can we cuddle?" He asks like there would be another answer besides yes.
"Yes. Of course," You sit up further, up against the headboard. "If you bring me a pair of sweats first?"
Joost smiles and nods, stepping to your dresser, hands moving to open a drawer. "Oh, should be the fourth drawer." He opens it, digs around and tosses a pair to you.
"I'm gonna get an ashtray real quick, pardon." He slinks away and you shimmy into your sweats while he's gone, getting comfy in bed.
You feel all soft and lovedrunk, just wanting to see him again, already aching for his presence. Joost comes back soon enough, shirt gone, in a pair of loose shorts and joins you in bed, setting his ashtray on your nightstand before pulling you in close with an arm around your shoulders.
"Is this okay?"
"Fuck yes, of course it is."
You're glad you made the first move. You never would've gotten anywhere with him in charge.
Him fucking you with that balaclava and refusing to take it off because he thinks itās amusing how hot and bothered him wearing the mask makes youšµāš«
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