"Handing my boyfriend a spicy polaroid of myself while we are at dinner"
Tags: established relationship, excibitionism, brief choking, oral (m!rec and fem!rec), PinV unprotected, titjob. +18
Explicit RPF below, don't interact if you are not comfortable with that
You stand in front of the mirror, fixing your hair and checking your outfit from different angles. You and Joost are going on a date to a restaurant, there is no special occasion really, you both just wanted a reason to get dressed up and spend time together.
"You look great." you feel a pair of warm hands on your hips, your eyes meet Joost's in the mirror. He leans to kiss your shoulder.
You turn in his arms. "Speaking of looking great, look at you." He is wearing a fitted black suit, thick framed black glasses, his hair is freshly trimmed, and when he smiles at your compliment you notice he put in the grills on two of his teeth. He needed to add more personality to the suit. You fix his tie and smooth down the white shirt moving your hands from his pecs down his torso, stopping at the chunky belt buckle.
You turn back to the mirror checking yourself one last time. You are about to bend down to do the strap on your heels.
"Let me." Joost says and kneels in front of you. His hands gently move from your calf to your ankle, his touch is feather light, but still sends a shiver down your spine. He looks up at you and you move your foot closer to him. He puts his his head down to focus on the task at hand, you see a faint smirk form on his lips in the reflection of the mirror. He buckles the strap around your ankle and motions for you to bring your other foot closer. All of his touches are gentle, his hands so warm on your skin.
When he is finished, he leans in to leave a kiss on your exposed leg, just above knee, you feel your cheeks start to go red.
"Thank you." you say quietly as he stands up in front of you, you have to tilt your head up to look him in the eyes.
"My pleasure." he bows his head dramatically. He is joking, and his theatrics make you giggle, but it's true - caring for you is a pleasure to him, he would do just about anything for you.
When you are about to leave, you make sure you have the polaroid photo in your purse and rush out of the door, where Joost is waiting for you.
The restaurant you picked is fancier than the usual places you go on a date to, the reviews are great and the dim lighting with candles on each table is making it very cozy. There is a live band playing soft music on the instruments, which Joost is immediately impressed by. His usual music preference is fast and loud to match his energy and fast-pace thoughts, but he appreciates a good live instrument.
After getting seated and ordering, you feel yourself get more nervous about the surprise you prepared for him. You saw a trend of people getting their partner a spicy polaroid of themselves and decided to treat Joost to one too. You bought a new lingerie set, a lacy see-through bra and matching panties with a delicate bow, but one thing let to another, you started trying out new things and poses, so after looking through the results, you decided on the one where you are completely naked. It is on a riskier side, but the idea of him reacting to it here turns your nerves into excitement. But it is not the time to reveal it yet.
"What's on your mind?" Joost asks. He takes your hand in his, tracing his thumb on your skin. You are sitting in a small booth type table, he is on the opposite side of you.
"This handsome guy I saw, actually" you reply, your tone neutral.
"Really? Who is he? Should I check him out too?" he turns to look around the room.
"I think you might know him. He is wearing a nice suit, it looks expensive. The pants fit around his thighs so nice." you whisper the last part and he turns back to look at you. You are glad that your table is a little further away from others and it feels secluded. "And if you are lucky and get him to smile, you will see those silver grills, which make him even hotter, if that's possible." you see a blush spread on his cheeks, but he quickly regains his composure, matching your eye contact.
"Damn, hope he is taken by the prettiest girl, which caught my eye earlier, in this tight silky dress which challenges his willpower to keep his hands away from her in public and not take it off." he squeezes your hand, which he is still holding. "or else I might ask for his number, he sounds like a treat." he ends the sentence with a wink to you.
You both laugh at each others comments and turn the conversation to talk about what you both did that day, you haven't seen each other since the early morning when you left for work and until he came back from the studio in the evening, when you both got ready and left for the date.
You are discussing the documentary you watched last night together, when the waiter brings the wine. You are glad to finally have a drink, it will help take your mind off the surprise, which lays heavy in the back of your head.
"It's nice here." Joost says lifting the glass to his lips.
"It is. I'm glad we decided to go." you are happy he is enjoying it.
"Me too." he leans back on the chair, his stature seems more relaxed now. You fall back into the conversation again.
The waiter brings the pasta which you both ordered. As much as you would like to hate the overpriced food, you have to admit it's delicious. After the first bite, you close your eyes and a quiet moan slips past your lips. Joost looks at you, finishes chewing, and reaches his hand across the table to your mouth.
"You've got something here." he swipes his thumb across the corner of your lower lip, slowly on purpose. It feels so nice to feel his touch on you. There is a little bit of red sauce, which he brings to his mouth and licks off, maintaining eye contact, and continues eating. You swallow hard.
You are glad he is feeling as flirty as you, it makes you giddy to what the night holds. You continue talking, eating and drinking wine, the giggles start to escape both of you.
An idea pops into your head and you immediately act on it, as you start to move your foot closer to his. The first touch of the tip of the heel you are wearing is very light right above his ankle. You keep it there. He continues telling the story. You nod while listening and move your foot a little higher along his leg, you see a glint in his eyes appear, which are staring intently into yours. You act as if nothing is happening, matching his eye contact, while moving your foot up and down his calf slowly. You bring it higher, just under his knee, which makes him stumble over his words and loose the staring contest, having to look down into his now empty plate. He loves to act like he is in control, and you have fun pushing his buttons seeing how far you can go to make him break his act and show how he is truly wrapped around your finger.
"Having fun, are you?" he says leaning back on the chair, you notice the tips of his ears are red. He puts his hands under the table, finding your leg, holds your ankle, then moves further to message your calf. Your skin soft under his hands, he is just happy to touch you.
"I am." you reply calmly and give your opinion to the story proving you were listening carefully to the story he was telling and are unbothered. You count it as a little win. Making him flustered feels so good, knowing you have that effect on him.
"Do you want to order desert?" you suggest and put your foot down on the ground.
"Yes, I would love some." he agrees.
The dim light, instrumental music playing in the background, murmur of the conversations around you, and the nice buzz from the wine, makes you a little bolder. Everyone around seems to be in their own little bubble, focused on food and their company. You decide it's time.
You are laughing at the story Joost was telling from one of the times he went to Berlin with his friends, when the desert is placed on the table. You have to wipe the tears in the corner of your eyes from laughing so hard. He would tell you stories all night, if that meant he got to hear the beautiful sound of your laughter. Joost hands you one of the two spoons and waits for you to try first, because he knows you love the first bite.
"Actually, I have something else for you." you say and reach into your purse. You carefully take out the polaroid photo, holding it face down and sliding it to him across the table. You lift your hand and leave it front of him. You feel your own face going red at the excitement and nervousness. He looks puzzled, puts down the spoon, tries to read your expression, but you just motion for him to look at it. He takes the photo and flips in his hands to look what it is. His eyes immediately go wide, he quickly presses the polaroid to his chest, looking around to make sure no one around saw. You watch his every move, enjoying his reaction, you can't hold in a laugh that escapes you.
"Fuck." his voice sounds breathy. He looks at you exaggerating the shocked expression with his jaw open, you smile brightly. Not only his cheeks are flushed, but you see his neck slowly turn red.
He lets out a breath and looks at the polaroid, taking his time now. He leans against the back of the booth seat. You hear him swear under his breath as his eyes move across the photo, not even caring anymore if anybody walks by. He wipes the sweat the formed on his brow, trying to regain his composure. He looks at the photo again, the tips of his ears red, you are drinking in his every move.
"You did this for me?" he asks, as a little chuckle escapes him, when he sees how are excited you are.
"No, I did it for the neighbour upstairs. But he didn't answer the call in time, so I gave it to you" you say, your foot playing with his under the table again.
"Great thinking. That actually might have stopped him from complaining about the noise again." he matches your joke.
"Of course I did it for you." you touch the bracelet he got you with his initials. "Yours forever." your words make his heart race faster. He brings your hand with the bracelet on to his lips, kissing it softly.
A playful smile spreads across his face, he shakes his head and looks up at you.
"So that's what's got you so fidgety all night." he leans in placing his elbows on the table, turning the polaroid to you. It even takes your breath away, you look good in that photo.
"I wasn't fidgety." you say, defending yourself.
"Baby, I could see your hands shaking when we sat down." he says, sliding closer to you in the booth. "If I knew I had that on me, I would be nervous too." he is now only a few inches away from you. He looks at the photo again. "That is so fucking hot." he traces his finger along your body on the photo.
"What did I do to deserve you?" he takes one last look at it and puts into his card holder. To him it instantly becomes worth more than any card he owns. As much as he would love to stare at the photo for the rest of his life, he also can't believe you are sitting right in front of him, he is not possessive in a true sense of the word, but the thought that you are his, that you love him as much as he loves you, fills his heart with so much happiness.
"That's what I've been wondering too." you say, placing your elbows on the table, holding your head in your hands and turning to look at him through your lashes.
"So do you want the desert?" you take a spoon, swipe it across the white cream on the top of the piece of cake in front of you. He watches you bring the spoonfull of heavy cream into your mouth and lick it, closing your eyes, enjoying the taste. He knows you are trying to torture him and it's working.
You open your eyes, his eyes which were focused on your mouth meeting yours, his pupils are wide, the candle light reflecting in them. The fire matches his thoughts racing through his head right now.
He moves even closer to you, his lips close to your ear "I would love the desert." he whispers only for you to hear. You turn to face him, your faces only a breath apart. He almost leans in to kiss you, but you turn to the plate again, you dip your finger into the cream and bring it to his mouth this time. He looks into your eyes and takes it in without a second thought. His tongue swirling against the tip of your finger tasting the delicious cream, his tongue feels so wet and warm. You take it out as quickly, lick off the residue and wipe it on the napkin.
He brings a hand to your jaw, his fingers splayed on the side of your face, holding you this time, so you won't move, and kisses you. You let him and lean into him. His lips are soft against yours and you can still taste the desert. The closeness, his hand tight on your jaw, tilting your head the way he wants and the smell of his cologne almost makes you forget you are still in public and you can't do what flashes through your head.
"I'm gonna be right back." you end the kiss quickly and push at his chest, making him lean back. You stand up and head to the bathroom. You turn around the corner, down the hall and reach for the door handle, when you hear footsteps right behind you, a familiar cologne smell enveloping you again. Joost hurries you inside, locks the door, and pushes you against the wall, your chest flush against his.
"What are you doing?" you are breathless from all the sudden movements.
"I couldn't wait." he leans in licking his lips, you feel his breath against your lips. He smiles looking into your eyes for a silent confirmation that you are okay, you nod and catch a glimpse of his grills. He kisses you hungrily as he presses you into the wall with his full weight. You answer the kiss trying to keep up with his pace. You planned on teasing him longer, not letting him have his way, but you are so weak and his strong hold on your hips and warmth feels so good on you. One of his hands moves to grab at the muscle of your ass through the dress, you feel him breath heavily into the kiss.
You are getting dizzy, he seems to be everywhere all at once, it all feels so good. Your hands are around his shoulders, fingers scratching at the nape of his neck. He tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, you open your mouth for him, his tongue instantly finding yours, tasting you. He can't get enough of you, can't get close enough. You feel so soft under him, the prettiest needy sounds leaving your mouth in between kisses. He slowly moves his hand from your waist down to your hip, then your thigh, squeezing it, feeling the soft plush skin, earning more sounds. He doesn't have a plan, he just had to come with you here. He is happy with just a makeout session, but somewhere in between the desert and this moment he started to get hard, the pants getting uncomfortably tight. He wraps your leg around his hip to be even closer to you.
"Let me make you feel good." he tries to sound sexy, but it comes out more as a whimper.
You lean your head into the wall trying to catch your breath. His lips trail down your jaw leaving wet kisses on his path to your neck. With your leg wrapped around his hip, where he is holding it tight still, you can feel him hard close to your core. His other hand sneaks into the top of your dress, you are not wearing a bra, so it is easy for him to feel your chest, which he thought about all night. You moan under him, your nipple getting hard at the touch of his big hand. You feel his other hand leave your thigh and trail down your stomach closer to the slit of your dress.
"Joost." your voice is breathy. "Let's wait till we get home." his kisses on your neck slow down. You feel bad for denying him right now, but you need to stick to your plan.
He peels himself off of you, his soul coming back into his own body after what felt like intertwining with yours. "Okay" he leans in to kiss you on the lips again.
"I'm sorry." your eyes move down his crotch, his bulge visible in his suit pants.
"No, it's fine. We just have to wait here a little." his voice gentle.
"Um, I actually do need to pee." you say. This bathroom is not a big space, a sink with a big mirror and a toilet.
"Okay." he says matter of factly. "I'll turn to face the wall." he adds when he notices you raise an eyebrow. "I can't go out now like that." he points to his crotch. "Also as if I haven't seen you pee before." he says more quiet. He is right, while traveling by car with him from country to country for his concerts, you had to make some questionable stops in the middle of nowhere. Also living together for so long, you both are long past locking the door while showering, so the other can use the bathroom at the same time.
"You did this to yourself by the way." you motion to his dick.
"I know, but can you blame me?" he turns to look at the wall, his eyes closed, you are sure he is trying to think of something to make the boner go away. "Next time I will give you my nude photo at dinner." he jokes, but the idea actually plants in his mind.
You are washing your hands, fixing your hair in the mirror.
"I can't stop thinking about that polaroid. Can't believe you did that for me." his voice soft, full of love. He feels like that photo is burning through the card holder, through the pocket of his pants.
"I'd do anything for you, you know." you look at him through the mirror.
"Don't say that right now." he throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut, blood rushing back to his dick.
"I have one more, if you will be a good boy, I will give it to you." you turn to him, leaning back against the sink.
He looks into your eyes, a sweet smile on your face, a contrast to the words which just came out of your mouth, makes him close the space between you, his hands on your hips again, slotting so perfectly against your body. He is convinced you were made for him how good you fit on his hands.
"Will you be a good boy?" you look up at him, placing your hands on his chest, trying to feel his pecs through the suit.
He feels like a teenager again, trying not to get hard at every word a girl he likes says.
"You are torturing me, you know?" a potential image of another photo circulating through his mind. He leans in to kiss you again, slow and soft this time. Enjoying your lips on his. He bites your lower lip, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make you gasp in surprise.
You lean back in his embrace, your lipstick all over his lips. You bring your thumb to clean it off.
"Want to go for a smoke?" you offer. "Might help your situation." you trace your nail slowly just under his belt.
He takes your hand in his and leads you outside, a cigarette sounds really good right now.
You go into an alleyway next to the restaurant. It is a warm evening, but you still shiver as soon as you step outside. He shrugs off his jacket, and puts it around your shoulders. He doesn't even need to look at you, already knows you will be shivering, he feels hot all over on the other hand.
He takes out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his jacket, which hangs from your shoulders. Offers you one, which you take and place it between your lips. He lights your cigarette and then for himself. Joost inhales the smoke slowly, nice feeling spreading across his chest. You watch him roll up the sleeves of his white shirt, as you bring his jacket tighter around your shoulders. It smells just like him.
"So what's the plan?" you ask him.
"I don't know, you tell me." he smiles, now more relaxed, the grills shining back at you from his wide smile. "I'm at your mercy."
"We head back to finish the desert. I hope they are not looking for us by now, thinking we ditched the bill." you say.
"And what if we do ditch it?" he blows the smoke up into the night air. "Run away. Just me and you."
"It's always just me and you." you step closer to him, placing your hand on his exposed forearm, moving further up to play with his tie. He looks so good, the rolled up sleeves revealing his tattoos, which you always had a soft spot for.
He takes a slow drag, blows the smoke away from your face, even though you are also smoking. Then leans in, putting your hair behind your ear and off your shoulder, "Such a tease tonight." his mouth right next to your ear, "Do you want me to bend you over right here and take you against the wall?"
Your eyes go wide, suddenly the night breeze is not enough to regulate your temperature. He straightens up to stand tall in front of you, looking down at you. A surprised chuckle comes out of you. The real answer is: You do, but you will never admit that to him. Not now at least.
"When did you get so bold, mr. Klein?" you are still holding his tie loosely between your fingers. His cocky stage persona taking the light now, you love it.
"Learned from the best." he says and you try to pull him closer to you by the tie.
"You are right. Let's head back for the desert." he doesn't give in to your pull. Both of you playing this cat and mouse game, which makes the end result all the more exciting. You giggle and lead him inside by the tie, dropping it, as soon as you walk in. He still follows you blindly, as if bound by an invisible string.
You finish the desert, he pays the bill and you can't get home soon enough. His hand is trying to trail up further and further up your thigh, you keep swatting it away playfully.
"Be patient." you whisper to him. "We can do anything you want when we are back home." you make a promise to him. He loosens the tie around his neck at your words.
You open the door, he follows right behind, you can feel his heat behind your back. You turn around, facing him, now walking backwards slowly towards the wall, he is following you a few steps behind. You lean forward to take off your heels, kicking them to the side. relieved to finally fully touch the floor. Without the added inches, you are even shorter now, having to look up higher to face him. He is walking you into the wall like he is hunting a prey. You beckon him closer with your finger, as a giggle escapes you, sparkles dancing in your eyes.
Your back hits the wall, as he closes the distance between you, his eyes fixated on yours. You take a good look at him, a smile on his lips reveals the shiny grills, rolled up sleeves of his crisp white shirt make his shoulders even wider, the pants fit him so nice. He looks incredible, you should go out all dressed up more often. You take his tie in your hands.
"Come here." you bring him closer to you by the tie. He leans in crashing his lips into yours, a groan escapes his lips, which you can feel through your whole body. It excites you even more.
His hand is on your neck, applying a slight pressure, his fingers splayed on your pulse point, under your jaw, which makes you moan into his mouth, a sound so delicious to him, he drinks it all in. His hand feels so big and warm on you, you start to feel a pulse between your legs. You let go of his tie, when he uses the hand on your neck to turn your head the way he wants to deepen the kiss. His other hand grabs a handfull of your ass. Every time he is close to you he feels like it's not enough, wants to envelop you whole, there is so much space for love in him and it is all for you. You make him dizzy with just your presence, your perfume, your soft skin, the rapid pulse he can feel under his hand, it all makes him the happiest man on earth.
You break apart gasping for air, his hair messed up from your hands running through them. His lips are swollen, stained with your lipstick, you try to wipe it off, but end up smearing it even further, he follows your hand pushing his face against it, craving your touch. He kisses your palm, your wrist, your hand so much smaller in his. He takes both your wrists in his one hand and hold them above your head.
"So beautiful." he says quietly. It's just you two in the apartment, but he wants those words to belong just to you. His hand traces from your jaw down your chest, stomach, slowly tracing the curve of your waist, while you can't move, your wrists pinned above your head. He is eating you with his eyes, enjoying the view. He sees you every day, but it is still never enough. You try to wriggle your wrists.
"Joost. Please" you whine, getting impatient.
He leans in closer. "Get on your knees for me, liefje." he lets go of your wrists, you immediately follow his request, your knees hitting the floor, you can't wait to get your hands on him. You lift your eyes, while undoing his belt, slowly moving to the zipper. He is looking down at you, his hands softly petting your hair.
You palm him through his underwear, he is already half hard. He moans a sound of satisfaction finally feeling you close to him. You lean in to kiss his still clothed length.
"Go on, baby." you leave one last kiss right on his tip, before taking off his pants and boxers. His dick springs free, he feels so heavy in your hand. You place your other hand on his thigh, steadying yourself. You move closer placing featherlight kisses along his length, while he makes a makeshift ponytail with your hair to get it out of the way. You lick a long stripe from the base to the tip, spitting on it, mixing it with his pre-cum, now your hand slides so much better along him. You keep moving your hand up and down while looking at him through your lashes, his mouth is open, slight moans escaping his mouth, but you hear him. You cup his balls and his head falls back, you massage them pulling more sounds from him.
You feel him pull your hair tighter. "Open your mouth for me, schat." you oblige, sticking out your tongue. He takes his dick in his hand, slaps it on your tongue and pushes in. He lets you set the pace, but still keeps a strong hold on your head. You try to steady your breathing to take more of him. He feels your nails on his thigh, secretly loves that feeling, it feels grounding when he feels like floating away from the warm and wet feeling of your mouth, bringing him so much pleasure. You keep sucking him, hollowing your mouth, following the pulsing vein with your tongue.
You breathe steadily through your nose, looking up at him, watching the expressions on his face, when he starts to buck his hips into your mouth.
"Fuck, baby. Feels so- good." his voice is low. "Can I-" his words are not coming out properly, he is so lost in you. But you know what he wants, you hum a confirmation around him. He puts one hand on the wall behind you, the other hand on the side of your head as he starts thrusting harder. Tears are forming at the corners of your eyes. Drool coming out down your chin and around his shaft, your nose hits his pubic hair, and he keeps your head there moaning loudly. He is so close suddenly, you feel him twitch in your mouth.
He pulls you off of him, you try to catch your breath, wiping your mouth. You reach out to touch him again already missing the heavy feeling of him in your throat, but he brings you up.
"Let me have a taste of you too." he says quickly pulling up his pants back on not bothering to do the belt properly, when you are face to face with him. He kisses you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue, a reminder what you just did. You keep kissing as he walks you into the living room, blindly stumbling towards the couch, but he catches you. His hands steady on you, always holding you and you trust him completely.
He spins you around, bending you over the back of the couch. He presses himself behind you, kissing your shoulder, his hands quickly moving to the top of your dress
"I need you so bad." he kisses along your spine, moving lower and lower. He bunches up your dress along your hips, exposing you to him.
"You have me." you say, turning your head to look at him, holding yourself up on the couch.
He exhales loudly, as he squeezes your ass, only a thong separating you from him. "I've been thinking about this all day" he says kneeling down behind you. He is so impatient, so pent up and so inlove with you, he feels everything at the same time. He touches you through your underwear.
"So wet." you feel his breath in between your legs. You've never been with someone who loves giving head as much as him, he would put your pleasure above his own any day.
After continuing to touch you through the fabric, feeling your folds, hearing your impatient frustrated moans spurs him on, so he finally moved your underwear to the side and dives in immediately. He pushes you further into the couch with a firm hand on your lower back, you arch for him to have better access.
"The prettiest pussy and all for me." He spreads you with his two fingers and licks a long stripe from your clit to the hole, he feels it clench under his tongue. He is obsessed with how sensitive you are, your taste the most delicious to him. He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard, you buck your hips into him. You were already getting close by giving him head and all the pretty sounds you were able to pull from him, you feel like you won't last long.
He continues to make out with your cunt, his eyes are closed, eyebrows furrowed, listening to every little sound you make, focusing on what makes you twitch the most, moan the loudest. He moves his head from side to side, which makes you arch even further.
"Please, Joost, don't stop. I'm almost there" you plead to him.
You feel him smile against your folds, it is so messy, you feel your thighs are wet when he pulls back and starts do draw fast wide circles around your folds, the sounds your pussy is making would embarrass you, if you weren't so lost in the building climax you feel in your lower stomach, pulsing through your whole body, your mind blurry, you keep repeating his name over and over, which makes him impossibly hard. You see him move his own hand between his legs, palming himself through the pants, groaning into your core.
"I need you inside of me. Please." you manage to say.
He would love nothing more in that moment, he stands up, pulls down his pants and underwear in one movement. His tip an angry shade of red, balls heavy, you turn your head forward, moving your hips closer to him, inviting him in.
"Quickly" you whine.
He is holding your hip with one hand, while he holds his dick in the other hand, slowly moving it through your folds, collecting your slick.
"Can you go again after?" he asks, his voice breathy.
"Can you?" you turn to him, placing your hand over his own on your hip, to feel more of him.
He chuckles. His tip catches your hole, pushing in. You both inhale at the same time. "You are in for a fun time today" he says, as he pushes in further, you are so wet, it is so easy for him. He bends over to be closer to you.
His heart runs like an engine as he bullies his drooling cock up against your soft cunt. His words close to your ear, nothing but filthy praise, about how you are perfect for him, that you were made for him, he loves you. His hips meet yours in a fast pace behind you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. As soon as he moves his hand to draw circles around your clit, you scream out his name and gush all over him, squeezing him impossibly tight, which makes him lose his pace. It triggers his own release, after a few more pumps, you feel his cum paint your walls, there is so much, it starts to trickle down your thighs. He collapses on top of you, barely able to catch himself putting his hands on either side of you on the couch. His white shirt is sticking to his skin with how sweaty he is.
You feel he is still not fully soft inside of you. The stamina he has today makes you excited, because you are also ready for more.
You wince when he pulls out.
"Was that not too rough? Sorry, we didn't even make it to the bedroom." he asks, while his eyes are trained between your legs, it is so wet and shiny with both of your releases. He is almost hypnotised.
"I can't even catch my breath still. I don't think we could have possibly made it to the bedroom." you say and you both laugh.
He helps you stand up, you stand in front of him, moving your hands behind you undoing the zipper and slipping out of your dress, leaving it on the floor. He watches you intently, your naked figure in front of him. It is dark in the room, only a street light coming from the window and low light from the hall illuminating you.
"You are so beautiful." he repeats the words he says to you every day, no matter if you are in your pyjamas or full make up and expensive dress, if he was a painter he would paint you and only you. He gives you so many compliments, you started to believe them, boosting your self confidence, which you are thankful for.
"It is your turn now." you undo his tie, throwing it on top of your dress. He starts undoing the buttons on his shirt, while you move towards the bedroom.
You are both completely naked when you fall on the bed. You lay on the pillows, he slowly crawls on top of you, kissing your calfs, your thighs, as you spread your legs apart, giving him more space. He continues kissing his way up, your stomach, stopping on your chest, focusing on your tits. He looks into your eyes, when he takes your nipple into his mouth, playing with it with his tongue, sucking in. You arch your back, whining and moving your hands to his head, holding him close. His hand moves to touch your other boob, squeezing it, twisting and pulling the nipple, enjoying your moans. You feel so good in his mouth. He moves to the other nipple, changing hands to play with the shiny wet nipple from his spit.
You start lifting your hips to meet his, his cock lays heavy on your lower stomach. You pull on his hair to get his attention, he moves his hands in between your legs, you are so warm and wet at his touch.
He looks up at you, letting go of your nipple, moving further up closer to your face.
"You ready to go again?" you ask him, placing your hand on the side of his face, wiping the residue of you on his chin.
He kisses you, and you melt under him immediately. His lips ever so soft capturing yours.
"Yes." he says sitting up. "Are you?" he moves his hands from your neck slowly down to your chest, feeling your fast heartbeat, matching his own, down to your lower stomach. His thumb presses on your clit, your hips lift on their own, a whine escaping your lips, still overstimulated, but it feels so good at the same time. He sees you clench around nothing, waiting for him.
"Don't tease, Joost. Put it in." you reach out to touch his cock. You move your hand up and down his shaft, but he takes control again. He holds himself by the base, leaning in closer, he aligns your hips, putting his cock onto your lower stomach, the tip almost reaching your bellybutton, seeing how deep it will go in. The sight makes his breath catch. The tip leaves a wet spot on your skin.
"I love you so much." he says as he finally reaches your hole, sliding in. He moves your thighs further apart, holding them. He watches your face, your expressions helping him set the pace, seeing what makes you moan louder and what movements make you clench around him. He builds the thrusts around your pleasure. Your arms cling to his on your thighs.
"Feels so good" your head falls back on the pillows.
"Look at me, baby" he moves your head back to look at him. "I want to see you when you cum on my dick." each word is followed by a harder thrust. One of his hands moves to touch your nipple, letting go of your thighs. The other hand draws fast circles around your clit. He rolls his hips just the way you like, you feel your climax envelope your entire body, from your toes to the tips of your fingers. He lets you ride out your high, your hips moving on him, his hands moving softly on your sides. His dick keeping you full.
"That's it baby. That's it. So good for me" he praises you.
You come to your senses and feel him pull out. You start to flip on your stomach, thinking he wants to change positions.
"No, wait." he stops you, laying you on your back. His hands come to your chest, squeezing your boobs together. You are confused for a second, following his gaze on your chest, when you realize.
"Do you want to fuck my tits?" you ask. You could tell he wanted to do it for awhile, but he wouldn't bring it up for some reason. You wish he would believe your words, when you say you would let him do anything. You trust him completely.
"Yes. Would that be okay?" he asks meeting your eyes unsure.
"Yes. Come here" you push your boobs together. He can't believe the sight in front of him. He gets even harder than before. He moves his hand to your pussy, covering his hand in your release, when he brings it in the valley between your boobs, making it slippery.
"You are so nasty." you say. He always loves it messy, even prefers to cum on your stomach or chest, spreading it after, but truly you don't mind.
"And you love it." he says and lets his spit fall on your chest, holding your boobs together, making it even more wet. He plays with your nipples, twisting them in between his pointer finger and thumb, as he moves to straddle you closer, making sure not to put his weight on you.
You help him hold your boobs, when he lines himself in the valley of your breasts. He tries to move, his head falling back with a loud groan, it feels so good. You watch his face contorted in pleasure. He keeps moving his hips, as you squeeze your boobs tighter around him.
"Oh fuck, liefje." one of his hands move to the backboard of the bed for leverage. You open your mouth catching his tip when he thrusts in. He moans at that, his mouth agape, looking down at you.
"Do that again." you oblige and keep your mouth open. He keeps thrusting in and out, his tip staying in your mouth. You move your hand to cup his balls, feeling the tender skin. You make sure to place your tongue on his slit on his next thrust.
"Feels so good. So good." his brain is a mush at this point, he starts to chase his high, moving faster. Your neck is getting tired, so he holds you by the back of your head.
"I'm so close, gonna cum." he warns you, in case you want him to move away. But you hum around him, sucking him harder. He shuts his eyes shut, after a few more thrusts he cums in your mouth, but pulls out and also finishes on your chest. His own chest is contracting in shallow breaths, he plops down next to you on the bed, his legs can't hold him anymore. You feel his warm release on your chest, which he can't stop looking at and starts massaging it into your tits.
"Joost." you whine. "You are such a freak." you swat his hands away laughing.
"And what if I did this?" he leans in quickly and puts your nipple into his mouth, feeling it wet with his spit and his own release. You squeal at feeling, pulling his hair.
"The biggest freak ever." a giggle escapes you. "Let's get in the shower."
After you get back all clean, you show him the other polaroids you took, but didn't end up choosing for the final surprise. He inspects every single one, commenting on what he likes about each one and makes you promise you will wear the underwear set you wore for it tomorrow.
He is already planning on giving you a nude polaroid photo of himself to match yours.
can someone help me find more vampire joost photos if any more do exist???? i’ve only been able to find these from ppls pfps and ofc the why not video…..i need MOAR.
Tags: unresolved feelings, a little big of angst, she fell first but he fell harder, smut +18 only, softdom!joost, fem!reader, fingering, riding, unprotected PinV.
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You sigh as you find yourself in front of his door. Again. In the message he sent at 3:15 AM he told you the door will be open, but you still ring the doorbell. After no one opens it, you feel a slight nervous shiver down your spine. You decide to leave the dilemma of your weak morals for tomorrow, you are already here, might as well see where the night leads you. You reach for the handle and open it.
"Hello?" you say as you enter his apartment.
You turn to twist the lock on the door, a familiar smell envelops you. Not much has changed since the last time you've been here. More often you have been rushed past his front door, already tangled in a kiss, tearing at each others clothes. This time you weirdly want to look around and take it all in, you are still not sure if this is the last time you walk past his doorstep, but you want to remember it.
You and Joost have a messy history. It all started so simple, you met through a mutual friend and found out you two have a lot in common. As soon as you started talking, you knew something special could brew from this. It was so easy to be next to him, every bit of attention from him was intoxicating.
You also found out you live a walking distance from each other, which led to you two hanging out more often outside of the friend group. After one drunk night out, just the two of you, one thing led to another and you ended up on his lap, hands wrapped in each other's hair, having the best sex of your life. Your relationship turned into friends with benefits, never crossing into anything more even after a year. You did everything a couple would do together, but never put a label on it. Due to him traveling a lot and focusing on music, you felt he didn't want a serious relationship, so when he asked what you thought about dating, you just brushed it off, not wanting to be a burden to him.
You did this often. You were so overprotective of your feelings, you wouldn't let anyone near, in case they hurt you emotionally, which from your past experiences - they usually did. So you learnt to end things before you get too attached. You knew it was too late, he was the best partner you've had. So thoughtful, caring, funny, incredible sex, but you could just not open up to him the same way he did to you. It hurt, but gradually you made an effort to see him less, you would decline his invitations to hang out, until one day you just simply ignored his message to come over.
Until today, when you saw him again at a friend's birthday party. You knew he got back from tour already and would be at that party. You were nervous to see him again, but to skip it would be even worse. You immediately spotted him, even in a room full of people, somehow you could always tell where he was, your eyes just gravitated towards him. When eventually, after mingling with different people, you ended up in the same circle, he made it seem so easy to see you again, like it was no big deal. You felt a sting of pain, but you couldn't be upset, you were the one to push him away. So, you came to a conclusion that you made the right decision, if it is so easy for him to move on, it is better this way. You stayed until the end of the party, everyone got pretty drunk, your heart still felt heavy knowing he is close, but at the same time so far away, and it was all your fault for pushing away the one good thing you had.
You got back home around 3 AM. You were ready for bed, until you got a notification. You checked your phone and saw it was a text from Joost.
"Come in." his voice brings you back to your current situation. You notice a warm glow from the nightstand lamp coming from around the corner, where his bedroom is.
Your legs start walking as if by themselves, you don't remember making that decision. His voice just draws you in.
You stop by the doorframe, leaning against it. You take in the sight of him. Only one nightstand lamp is turned on, you remember your shared hatred of overhead big light. He is laying on the bed, his legs swaying off the side of it. His jeans are halfway unzipped, low on his hips, the belt undone and shirt half unbuttoned, like he couldn't decide what to take off first and gave up on both. He must be as drunk as you are now, he should look like a mess, but he doesn't. He always managed to look clean, one of the many things you liked about him. He turns his head to look at you and you notice a cigarette hanging from his lips.
He got into a bad habit of smoking in bed, you used to joke he would end up living in one of those houses that have yellow walls from the constant smoking.
"You should start locking your door." you say, your arms crossed, leaning against the door frame. You want to look nonchalant, like your heart isn't trying to get out of your chest.
"I don't usually leave it open." he says, his voice raspy, like it usually got when he was drunk. "Only on special occasions." he puts one hand behind his head not to crane his neck to see you better.
"Have a lot of special occasions?" you ask. You do wonder if he was with anyone in the time you haven't seen each other.
He huffs in amusement and turns to look at the ceiling. You think he looks so pretty, just laying there.
"Come here." his voice barely above a whisper, but he knows you will hear. You always do, sometimes he thinks you can hear his thoughts, his deepest secrets.
You don't move from your place, your hands crossing tighter on your chest. The distance you want to keep breaks his heart, he needs to stop this feeling and distract himself. He reaches for the lighter in the pocket of his jeans.
"Joost, open the window at least." you say softly before he lights the cigarette. It is not your place to tell him what to do, but you still care.
He smiles and remembers your joke about the yellow walls. Always so quick with a funny remark. He misses it. He sits down on the bed, his movements slow. He zips up his pants and puts the belt back on, his hands fumbling trying to put it through the loops. With his shirt still half unbuttoned, he stands up and walks past you, around the bed and heads towards the window. There is a chair next to it already, you notice a sketchbook you got him on the windowsill by an ashtray. You never saw this little routine of his, you imagine him drawing next to an open window, a cigarette in his hand. You want to flip through it.
He sits on the chair, lighting a cigarette. "Will you come in now?"
You finally walk in and head towards the bed. You prop yourself against the bedframe. His bed is as comfortable as you remember, you even bought the same duvet and pillow set he has, but you swear it still doesn't feel as good his. Maybe you expected it to come with that familiar aftershave smell, which of course it didn't.
"What did you want to talk about?" you break the silence.
"Us." he says quickly. Always honest and straight to the point.
"What about us?" your eyes focus on him. His legs are crossed, a light breeze coming from the window tussling his hair.
"You have been ignoring me and I want to know why. I really don't understand what I did wrong."
"I told you we should have ended this a long time ago." you did tell him this in the last time message you sent him. But he wasn't going to accept that, so he walked to your apartment, when you opened the door, you could barely even look at him. Very abruptly you told him you need to stop seeing each other, it's not healthy for the both of you. He was so confused at the sudden change, he couldn't even come up with anything to say in defence. He thought you must have met someone else, you haven't promised each other anything, but he felt betrayed. So he turned around and left.
"Why did you come then?" he asks, looking at you intensely.
"I knew you were drunk after the party and would pass out on the bed, I didn't want you to sleep with the front door open." you come up with an excuse. He has always been like an open book with you, however you are now doubting yourself if you've read him correctly. It was you who was scared of the relationship and deeper feelings, not him. You realise the huge mistake you made all those months ago.
"You know..." he takes another drag of the cigarette. "I really used to think I had you figured out. And then you pulled that surprise on me. Really took me for a spin." he points to his head with the hand that has a cigarette in between his two fingers.
"Have to keep you on your toes, you know. You always said you wouldn't like the simple life." you try to joke. The room is silent for a second, you are worried, did you overstep, will he find it inappropriate. But he laughs with his whole chest, the tension resolving a little bit. If you can joke about it, he feels he still has a chance to fix things out between you.
"So why did you come?" his voice more relaxed now.
You both know the answer, he wants to hear you say it, but you are willing to drag this game a little longer. "You've got a great view from your apartment. I missed it."
He laughs again. You realise it might be your favorite sound in the world. He blows the smoke out of the window, then turns to look back at you. "You missed the view?"
"Yeah." you try to keep a straight face.
"It is a nice view." he looks out of the window. "I don't think you see it well from the bed though." he puts a cigarette in between his lips. "You should come closer to enjoy it." he beckons you closer with his hand. He tries to act cool, to hide the fact that you also still make him nervous, like it's the first time you met and he is trying so hard to win you over, to see you smile at something he said.
You stand up from the bed, and slowly make your way towards the window, you cross your arms to shield yourself from the breeze and lean in against the windowsill admiring the view. You can faintly see your own window from here, you wonder if he ever tried to see you. You can feel him next to you even without looking at him, your legs almost touching. You can almost feel the heat radiating from him, always so warm, even on coldest nights. You miss the feeling of him under your hands.
Slowly as if careful not scare you away, like a cat, he stands up and comes to stand next to you. Neither of you speak for a while, enjoying a silent night, it feels so natural to be next to each other. The months apart and previous tension slowly melting away. He notices you shiver.
He stubs out the cigarette in an ashtray and stands up to reach for a hoodie hanging on the back of the chair. "Here, put this on."
You turn to face him and he puts the hoodie around your shoulders. His hands brushing your exposed shoulders and arms in the process. A sigh leaves you, which he catches.
"Better?" he asks.
"I think this is the first time you put more clothes on me in this room and not the other way around." you joke.
"You are probably right." he laughs and you feel him physically relax. Humour has always been a common ground for the both of you to get more comfortable.
"I missed this." he confesses, his voice quiet. "I missed us." he reaches to put a strand of your hair behind your ear. As soon as he touches you, he studies your face, trying to see if it's okay.
You touch his hand. "I miss it too." you say and turn to look outside of the window again, you feel so stupid for the way you handled things. He moves to stand behind you, slowly wraps him arms around your waist, giving you space to retreat if you want. You don't. It feels so good to have him close again. You lean into his touch. He puts his head on your shoulder, next to your face.
"How did it take us so long to find each other again?" he asks, happy you didn't deny his embrace.
"I'm sorry" you say and you mean it with your whole heart.
He moves to sit back down on the chair and you turn to look at him. "So, is the view everything you remembered?" he says with a smirk.
"It might have become even better." you say and walk up to him, he spreads his legs to let you in even closer.
He looks up at you, his eyes are so blue even in the dim light. You place your arms on his shoulders. He hugs you around your middle, and puts his face on your stomach. You slowly brush his hair, enjoying the closeness of him.
"Have you been with anyone?" he asks, afraid to hear the answer.
You tried, you had a date planned with this guy you met at work, but you didn't end up going. It didn't feel right.
"No." you say honestly. "Have you?"
He is still holding you close to him, "I kissed someone." he says.
You shut your eyes. Your confidence slightly falling apart, the self-doubt creeping back in, he can move on and eventually will.
He feels you go solid under his arms and continues "But all I could think was you. It was not long after you broke things off with me. I was mad at you, I kept looking for things to distract myself with. I was mad that you wouldn't leave my head. Mad at the light I could see coming from your window" he looks up at you, his hands on your hips. "So I kissed this girl, who seemed interested in me, and all I could taste was you."
You look into his eyes, he looks so vulnerable like this, all you wish for is to go back in time and change everything, but you can't. You wait for him to continue.
A small laugh escapes him. "I ran away from her. I ran all the way home. It's embarrassing, I never figured out how to forget you." he hides his face into your stomach again, you smell just like he remembers. If he could freeze time and stay like this forever, you running your hands through his hair and so close to him, he would.
"Joost" you let out a breath you were holding. "You don't understand how sorry I am. The amount of pain I caused both us" you voice breaks and he looks up at you. "I don't know how I can ever fix this mistake I made."
"Baby." his hands on your hips move in soothing motions. "Come here" he says and this time you do, he moves you to sit on his thigh, your legs stay in between his.
Your face is right next to his, you can't stop looking at him. His stubble has grew in a little. You put your hand on the side of his face, he immediately leans into it, chasing your touch. All the walls you both tried to put up, crumbling completely. You close the distance between you, your lips moving against his, he wraps his arms around your waist, your chest now closer to his. One of your hands is holding his shoulder, the other is on the nape of his neck. He licks your bottom lip, asking you to open your mouth, you do and his tongue explores your mouth. He missed you in his arms so much, now he can't get enough, he can still taste the cocktail he saw you drink at the party. You feel him groan into your mouth as you pull at his hair, remembering how much he likes it.
You pull apart to catch your breath. You smile and wipe his lips, shiny with your lip gloss, it makes you throb between your legs, that it is your gloss on his lips. You close your legs looking for at least a slight friction, he moves his hand to your thigh, squeezing the soft skin, which startles a moan from you. It makes him twitch in his pants, you sound so much better than the scenarios he kept replaying in his head late at night, his hand moving in a fast pace under the covers, wrapped tightly around his dick, trying to imitate the tight squeeze of your pussy around him.
He moves his hand under your knee, moving you to sit on his lap your back to his chest. He spreads his legs, moving yours apart too.
"I want you." he feels so warm against your back, you can feel an outline of his hardening dick through his jeans pocking at your lower back.
"You have me." he says leaning closer to your ear. He stays close and leans into your hair, kissing softly. You swear you can feel him sniff your hair and moan quietly. This is not the first time you notice him doing it, he denied it the one time you asked him about it, but it turns you on even more. He leans in to kiss your shoulder, placing open mouth kisses to your neck. He bites gently on your skin, you hold his bicep by your side. You need something to ground yourself or you feel like you will float away, his mouth feels so good on you. His hands move from your thighs under your top.
"Is this okay?" he asks, you feel his hot breath on your shoulder.
"Yes." you reply. He smiles and places another kiss, his hands continuing to move under your top caressing your skin. He hasn't done anything yet, but you already feel how aroused you are, your panties sticking to you. His heavy breathing so close to you, only making you even more hot. The open window next to you is of no help. You feel him everywhere, but also want to speed things up.
"Touch me, please." you plead. Your needy voice feels like music to his ears.
"A little bit of patience." his hands move to cup you through your lacy bra. He massages your tits, feeling your nipples harden, you moan and cover your mouth with your hand. "So sensitive." he murmurs. He wants to watch you unravel for him just by touching your nipples, but decides to stash this idea for another time. He hopes there will be another. He moves your bra down to reveal you fully to him and continues his ministrations twisting and pinching your nipples, squeezing your soft skin, until you are writhing on top of him. Your ass moving right against his now fully hard dick, but he can wait.
"Let me hear you." he moves your hand away, which was covering your mouth.
"But the window" your voice is weak.
"Everyone else can also know how good I am making you feel." his hands move to the plush of your thighs, makes sure to push them apart. "Keep them like this, love" he tells and you nod. He pushes your skirt up, moving his hands higher up your inner thighs, your head falls on his shoulder while you let out a soft moan. There is already a wet pre-cum spot forming in his boxers from all the sounds he is pulling from you.
He swipes a finger in between your folds through your panties. "So wet." he says quietly, sitting up straighter, pulling you up with him by wrapping a hand around your middle. He moved his neck to see his hand in between your legs better. He spreads his legs even further, your hips are so wide apart, you feel a breeze touch your wetness, as he moves your panties to the side.
"Were you this excited to see the view?" he says feeling how wet you are. You can't even come up with anything to joke back as he finds your clit and starts moving his finger in slow circles around it, applying slight pressure.
You moan holding his wrist, your head still resting on his shoulder.
"Feels good?" he asks, you can hear him smiling.
"So good." you say and he speeds up his finger pulling even more delicious sounds from you. He wonders if anyone can actually hear you, would the neighbours complain, but decides it is worth it seeing that you don't mind. His finger moves lower through your folds, collecting the wetness as he circles around your hole. He feels it clench around nothing and you whine at his teasing.
"Shh, I've got you." he puts one finger inside of you. You feel so tight around him, he puts in a second finger and starts to make scissoring motions to stretch you for him.
You start to feel the pleasure building, moving to hold his bicep for support. You turn your neck to the side trying to find his lips. He lowers his head towards yours and you collide in a heated kiss. He puts in a third finger in and speeds up his motions, swallowing your moans.
"I'm so close." you turn to look at his fingers disappearing between your legs reaching deeper than yours ever could. Your skirt bunched up, legs spread wide, his hand that is wrapped around your middle is now applying pressure to your lower stomach, you must look a mess, but this is the most beautiful sight to him. His brows are in a frown, focused on a task at hand, so lost in bringing you pleasure.
"Cum for me. Cum on my fingers" he says and you feel the band snap and release on his fingers. Intense pleasure spreading all over your body. Your back arches, as he lets you ride your orgasm.
He pulls out his fingers, shiny with your slick and brings them to his mouth, licking it clean. You hear him groan, as you are still feeling aftershocks from your orgasm. It has been so long, you forgot how good he is at listening to your body, knowing exactly what you need.
He kisses your temple, as his lips slowly reach yours. The kiss is not rushed this time, tender. His lips feel soft against yours. You leave his tight embrace to stand up. Standing in front of him you take off your top, as well as your bra, which is still pulled down, revealing your chest to him and kneel in between his legs. You slide your hands up his thighs, feeling his muscles tense under your touch and reach for his belt. You quickly undo it, unzip his jeans while looking into his eyes, he is watching your every move. You reach to take off his jeans, he lifts his hips to help you and kicks them off, leaving them in a pile next to your top.
"Take off this too." he points at your skirt as he reaches for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on the windowsill. You stand in front of him, placing your hands on the zipper of your skirt and pull it down slowly, making a show of shimmying it down your legs. Your panties are next. His eyes never leave you as he sits with his legs spread only in his half unbuttoned shirt and boxers, he lights the cigarette and takes a drag blowing smoke away from you towards the window.
"So beautiful." he can't stop looking at you.
Meanwhile you are thinking the same about him. You want to take a photo right now. He is leaned against the back of the chair, you can see an outline of his hard and waiting dick, the collar of his shirt reveals his chest hair. He brings a cigarette to his lips, the end of it glowing as he takes a long drag. You want to remember this forever.
You come closer to him, he leaves the cigarette hanging between his lips, as he puts both of his hands on the backs of your thighs and brings you flush against him and looks up at you. You can't help but giggle at how good he looks and all for you. You start to unbutton his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders. Once again you kneel in between his legs, your hands reach the waistband of his underwear and you look up at him for confirmation. He nods and you take them off, his dick springs up free and rests against his lower stomach, leaving a wet spot of his own pre-cum. He looks like a dream come true.
"Show me how much you've missed me" he says, his voice raspy from the cigarette and his arousal.
You move to straddle him. You take his dick into your hand, he sighs at your touch immediately. He needs this he needs to know you want him as much as he wants you. You spread his pre-cum around his length, moving your hand slowly up and down, twisting your wrist on his head, moving your thumb through the slit. He groans loudly. "Yes, just like this." You always loved how vocal he is during intimate moments. One of his hands is holding a cigarette, the other is on your hip, holding tight. You lean in to kiss along his jaw moving down to his neck, listening to his soft moans, as you keep touching his dick. You continue kissing his neck, he feels you start to suck on his skin about to leave a love bite, but you stop abruptly.
"Can I?" you ask unsure if he would want you to leave marks. You both know each others bodies so well, but this feels new at the same time.
"Please do." his head falls back, giving you more space. You lick up his throat and leave a few marks along your kisses. You smile at your work, this will be a fun reminder in the morning.
You decide not to tease him any longer, you want to feel him inside right this second. You lift yourself up using his shoulders for support, he is holding a cigarrete in one hand, and puts the other under your ass spreading your folds apart, helping you lower yourself onto him. You hold his dick and hover above him, swiping the head a couple of time to cover him in your slick. You are still wet from your previous climax, so it's easier to take him in. You both let out a moan as you start to lower yourself onto him, your walls stretching to accommodate his length.
"You are so tight." he puts a cigarette in between his lips and starts to circle your clit carefully aware of your recent climax, not to overstimulate you. "Relax for me baby." the words coming out funny due to the cigarette hanging from his mouth. You take the cigarette and take a drag yourself. You inhale, keep it in for a while and then blow the smoke in his face slowly. He watches you and you can feel him twitch inside of you.
You pass the cigarette back to him, when he is fully inside of you. You start to lift yourself up and lower back down, setting a steady rhythm, trying to bring him as much pleasure as you can.
His pupils are blown wide, the blue irises barely visible, he is so hard, he could cum right now. But he wants this to last. One of his hands leaves your hips, he leans on the back of the chair and smokes, enjoying the view. Your head is thrown back, eyes shut, tits bouncing, you reach to pinch your nipple and clench around him. He thinks you look so good right now, lost in pleasure, this is what heaven must feel like. He can't ever loose you again.
"Good girl. Making me feel so good." he praises you and feels you clench even harder, as you continue moaning and moving on his length. He moves his gaze from your face, down your body and watches himself disappear between your folds, a mix of your arousal pooling at the base of him.
"I'm so close, Joost." you whine bouncing on him.
He wraps a hand around your back and reaches to put the cigarette out in the ashtray. Now both his hands free, he takes hold of your hips to help you move on him. He starts kissing your neck, and matches your moves with his own thrusts.
You feel him so deep inside of you, you scream in pleasure, as he starts to move you faster on him, holding you by your hips.
"Fuck. You feel so good." he is breathing heavy against your chest, his own climax getting closer. He brings his thumb up to your lips, you open your mouth and suck on his finger. "The things you do to me" he sighs at the picture before him. He hopes he remembers this forever. You swipe your tongue around his finger and he pulls it out, wet with your spit bringing it to your clit and starts to draw fast circles.
He leans in to whisper to you. "I think you were made for me." Somehow he always knew what to say to make you melt under him. It's like he knows exactly what you are worried about in that exact moment.
Your back arches, he puts an arm on your back to hold you. He feels you clench around him rapidly and with a loud moan you cum on him.
"That's it. That's my girl." his own rhythm becoming more sporadic. "Just a little longer. I'm right there." he starts to chase his own release.
"Where do you want me?" he asks feeling himself getting closer.
"Inside." you feel overstimulated, but still it feels so good. "Please." your nails on his shoulders are bound to leave red marks from how hard you are holding on to him.
After a few more wild thrusts, he pulls you flush against him and you feel him release into you. Some of his cum spilling out of you. You put your forehead against his, breathing heavily into each other's mouths, trying to come back to your senses.
He holds you close to him. "I'm glad you read my text today."
"Me too. And I really am sorry, Joost. I hope you can forgive me."
"Let's talk in the morning. We will figure everything out, yes?" he asks bringing your face closer to him, to look into your eyes.
"Yes."
"Can you stay over tonight? or do you want me to walk you home?" he asks.
"I don't think I can walk right now, Joost" you laugh.
"That was incredible, wasn't it?" he laughs too.
You start to stand up with a wince when he pulls out. He cleans you up and you fall asleep on his bed. The pillow still more comfortable than your own. You will try to figure your feelings for each other in the morning.
summary- joost gets just a bit annoyed at what you post and retaliates a little hard.
(in dms, reader is bold & joost is italics.)
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you're laying at home on your couch after the big day you had. you and a couple of your friends decided to go to the beach, a nice outing to commemorate the beginning of the summer season.
thinking nothing of it, today you had posted a bikini picture to your story you had taken before you left. you had to admit, it was a great photo.
it had been up for a few hours, no complaints.
suddenly, ping. ping. ping. your phone rapidly beeps with the sound of notifications.
its a flurry of dms, all from joost.
"who are u posting this for"
"u look like a slut. delete this"
"only im allowed to see u like this"
you quickly snap back at his messages.
"its not like we're dating. i can post whatever i want. dont be a control freak unless you wanna put a label on the relationship, but we both know you dont want to do that."
"wtv. u will regret this later."
"i'm sure i will, joost."
he leaves you on seen after you snap back at him. you have to assume his claims are empty.
'he won't do shit to me.' you think as you decide it's a good time to go to bed, tired after the long day you've had, and disgruntled after your interaction with joost.
when you wake up the next day, your brain immediately goes back to the interaction between you two. you go to grab your phone from off the table, realizing you fell asleep on the couch.
staring at your homescreen, your eyebrows furrow.
between regular notifications lies, well him.
instagram: joost sent a video
you wonder what in the world hes done this time, pressing the notification quickly.
your screen is suddenly bombarded by a video of him and another girl, her kissing down his neck slowly. he pans the camera down and you have to close the video. they were fucking.
fucking disgusting, joost.
dont text me that shit ever again.
you respond before closing out the dm and throwing your phone back onto the table.
you fucking hate how jealous he is.
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haha. hey. i did the thing. hopefully the pacing and everything is alright, ik alot of people wanted a full fic of this idea so here we are. i hope u all enjoy!! <3
author's note: here's maybe my favorite thing i've written so far
Joost kisses up your body gently, working his way up to peck your lips. It's sweet. He's sweet. He kisses your neck and touches your chest, thumb brushing over your nipple. "Are you ready," He asks, voice low and soft. His other hand drifts between your legs where he had been touching you, feeling at the slick there. "Can I fuck you now, please?"
You answer with a nod and a 'please' of your own. He nudges your legs apart, squeezing a little at your thighs before quickly loosening his grip on you. He's careful and gentle pushing in, as always. Even pausing for a moment to let you fully adjust to his length, waiting for the go ahead before starting to move. His thrusts are slow and even and you have to ask him to speed up. He sighs when he does so, like he needed that. One thrust hits particularly hard and has you grunting a little 'oof!' against his lips and he mumbles a sorry and reins himself in, slowing back down a little.
He's too soft and sweet sometimes. It's just this side of not satisfying for you. And, besides it seems like he's holding back, forcing himself to be overly gentle. The way he'll grab you sometimes, fingers digging into your thighs or ass before immediately being smoothed over, like he's afraid you'll break in his grip. He doesn't even grab your hair when you blow him. You want more. You want him to do what he wants. To manhandle you and push your head down, to fuck you hard and rough. You want him to stop holding back. And you know you should just say it, tell him it’s okay to be rough.
Easier said than done. What are you supposed to do, just ask him to be meaner in bed? Probably. But what if he doesn’t really want to? Maybe it’s not even in his nature and you’re both just too sexually incompatible.
Then one night you tell him ‘faster’ and he does so, a little growl slipping from him as he picks up the pace and you know you’ll have to be the one to say something. Because no matter how much he wants it, he just won’t take it.
You try and go for it the next time you have sex.
“You know,” You trail off into a breathy moan when he crooks his fingers in you gently. “I uh- I wouldn’t mind if you were a little rougher with me..” A little questioning hum comes from him and you kind of wonder if he’s listening at all or if he’s single-mindedly focused on touching you.
“Please?” You add on, realizing quickly nonchalance won’t get you anywhere with him. Joost hums again, really looking at you.
“I don’t know.. I don’t want to hurt you.” He pets your thigh, impossibly gentle.
You sigh heavily, frustrated with him and frustrated sexually. Just frustrated. You ask “please baby?” Again and he shushes you, promising to talk about it later.
You hold him to his word, insisting to talk about it the next day when he tries pawing at your pajamas. You beg him to be rougher, to take what he wants, that you can take it, you trust him not to hurt you, and he trusts you to tell him if he does.
His hands are on you as soon as everything is cleared up. Like really on you. He pushes up your top hardly giving you a chance to take it off before he’s groping your chest, fingers at your nipples, pinching and pulling as you make out. It’s not long before his mouth moves, kissing at your neck, immediately latching on and digging his teeth into your skin. And god you want nothing more than to be his toy, a pretty little thing for him to play with and chew on. You wish you had asked for this sooner, wish you could have gotten him to touch you like this before. His hands, big and rough against your soft chest, moving, roaming your body to grab your ass, his mouth seemingly everywhere at once, your neck, your chest, lapping and sucking your nipples.
He eases you onto your back on the bed, staring at you, overcome with lust and unsure where to go next. He quickly decides though, grabbing your pajama bottoms and underwear swiftly pulling both from you. His fingers sink into your thighs as he pushes your legs apart, his hands then slip up your body as he lowers himself to you, mouth at your thighs now, kissing and biting and leaving bruises as he touches you.
He sits up a little to poke at your lips, you easily open your mouth for him, letting him slip the digit in. He feels his way in, teasing, pressing at your tongue with one then two fingers. You stare up at him as the fingers creep deeper, till they’re stuffed as far as they can go in your mouth. Joost pants softly as he stares back, gaze heavy with lust, and god he’s beautiful like this, just this side of mean.
He pulls his hand back after a moment, a soft noise comes from your throat at the loss and you can see the corner of his mouth twitch, almost smirking at you, at the way this simple teasing has you worked up. The spit slicked fingers slip between your folds with ease, thanks to how wet him playing with your mouth got you. He pushes both fingers in at once, ignoring the groan that comes from you as he quickly starts thrusting his fingers in you.
He muffles the noises you make by kissing you while finger fucking you, you tangle your fingers in his hair and moan openly into his mouth cause this is what you wanted, you were tired of the careful prodding and slow gentle touches, you wanted to hear the filthy noises as he fingers you, fast and rough your hips greedily bucking against him, the stretch of his thick fingers in you so much and not enough at the same time.
You gasp and fall back against the bed, he keeps a hand on your thigh as he finger fucks you, gently holding you down as he works you closer and closer. You can’t help the noises that come from you, the frantic pleading and cursing, the pathetic whimpering as you cum.
You almost get a chance to sigh a breath of relief as he slips his fingers out, but he pulls away just enough to find your clit. You whine, digging your fingers into the blanket under you, and shake your head a little, the overstimulation makes you squirm. His fingers flit over your clit, rubbing it before shoving inside you again. You let out a choked sound when he picks up the pace, harder than before, then suddenly stopping to touch your clit, then sinking in you once more. Just absolutely toying with you. It’s not long before you’re cumming again, almost sobbing at the feeling crashing down on you so hard and fast.
He coos at you, something along the lines of how good you are for him, you just kind of nod dumbly still trying to catch your breath when his pulls his fingers out of your cunt and shoves them in your mouth again. You groan, but diligently suck on them til he pulls them out and wipes your spit off on your cheek. He kisses you, licking into your mouth like he’s trying to taste whatever’s left of your juices. He asks if you wanna keep going and you nod, begging with a little ‘yes please’.
He hastily shucks his pajama pants off, your eyes immediately go to his cock, tip red and shiny from leaking precum. He settles between your legs, rutting against you for a moment to coat himself in your slick before pushing in. He gives himself enough time to adjust to your warm, wet, fucked out hole, so soft and pliant for him. His hips slow as he looks down to watch his cock pump in and out of you, going slow just so he can take in the sight. But it goes on for a little too long and you start to get antsy. Bucking your hips up into him, and whimpering.
“Wat,” He looks up with a ditzy, almost innocent smile, still thrusting slowly, little rutting movements. “Do you need something?”
“Please..?” You try, breathless. The teasing flustered you! It’s not your fault you’re suddenly speechless, it’s the brat fucking you’s fault!
"Ja? Do you want it harder, baby?" You whine at the question, at his pretty voice, at the way he pulls his cock out of you to slap it against your clit.
"Mhmm, yes, please.. Need you.." you mumble, nodding, making eye contact with him as you beg. His pupils are dilated, the pretty blue pushed to a thin ring.
He slides back in and fuck he feels perfect in you, filling you up so wonderfully. It's not long before he's manhandling you how he wants you, shoving your legs up so he can fuck harder, deeper. It’s almost dizzying, all the pleasure, his hands gripping your thighs, the head of his cock kissing your cervix every time he bottoms out inside of you. It’s incredible, you don’t know if either of you will be able to go back to how tame your sex life was before this. You can’t believe you let him fuck you any other way. He’s panting and groaning, more vocal than you’ve ever heard him.
"Ik-ik..Fuck…" He sighs heavily, hips almost stuttering against you. “I’m close, baby. You wanna cum together? You want me to fill you up?”
You can’t answer much more than frantic ‘please please please’ your hand slipping down your front to rub at your clit until he’s batting you away, replacing your hand with his own. He thumbs at your clit as he thrusts, making your legs shake. You think you’re about to cry from all of it, the orgasm wracking your body, stronger than you’ve ever cum before. His thrusts halt as he bottoms out in you, cock throbbing as he cums, the clenching of your walls around him sending him over the edge.
You, foolishly, think once he's finished you'll get a chance to breathe. Almost immediately he drops down, head between your thighs, tongue against you, hands on your thighs, holding you down as you squirm. The overstimulation is So much almost too much. You grip his hair as he eats you out, cleaning up the mess he made, licking up his own cum. It's so filthy. When he's finished, you're so grateful he doesn't make you cum again, he kisses you, tongue in your mouth and it's even filthier. You love it though, you love him rough and filthy.
He flops down next to you on the bed, his hand finding yours as you lay there, catching your breath and putting your brain back together. You'll have to get up and properly clean up soon, but right now you're happy to just rest. You're exhausted in the best way possible, all pleasant and fucked out. You're so glad you finally made the push to get this from Joost, instead of just wishing he'd fuck you how you want.
author's note: here's maybe my favorite thing i've written so far
Joost kisses up your body gently, working his way up to peck your lips. It's sweet. He's sweet. He kisses your neck and touches your chest, thumb brushing over your nipple. "Are you ready," He asks, voice low and soft. His other hand drifts between your legs where he had been touching you, feeling at the slick there. "Can I fuck you now, please?"
You answer with a nod and a 'please' of your own. He nudges your legs apart, squeezing a little at your thighs before quickly loosening his grip on you. He's careful and gentle pushing in, as always. Even pausing for a moment to let you fully adjust to his length, waiting for the go ahead before starting to move. His thrusts are slow and even and you have to ask him to speed up. He sighs when he does so, like he needed that. One thrust hits particularly hard and has you grunting a little 'oof!' against his lips and he mumbles a sorry and reins himself in, slowing back down a little.
He's too soft and sweet sometimes. It's just this side of not satisfying for you. And, besides it seems like he's holding back, forcing himself to be overly gentle. The way he'll grab you sometimes, fingers digging into your thighs or ass before immediately being smoothed over, like he's afraid you'll break in his grip. He doesn't even grab your hair when you blow him. You want more. You want him to do what he wants. To manhandle you and push your head down, to fuck you hard and rough. You want him to stop holding back. And you know you should just say it, tell him it’s okay to be rough.
Easier said than done. What are you supposed to do, just ask him to be meaner in bed? Probably. But what if he doesn’t really want to? Maybe it’s not even in his nature and you’re both just too sexually incompatible.
Then one night you tell him ‘faster’ and he does so, a little growl slipping from him as he picks up the pace and you know you’ll have to be the one to say something. Because no matter how much he wants it, he just won’t take it.
You try and go for it the next time you have sex.
“You know,” You trail off into a breathy moan when he crooks his fingers in you gently. “I uh- I wouldn’t mind if you were a little rougher with me..” A little questioning hum comes from him and you kind of wonder if he’s listening at all or if he’s single-mindedly focused on touching you.
“Please?” You add on, realizing quickly nonchalance won’t get you anywhere with him. Joost hums again, really looking at you.
“I don’t know.. I don’t want to hurt you.” He pets your thigh, impossibly gentle.
You sigh heavily, frustrated with him and frustrated sexually. Just frustrated. You ask “please baby?” Again and he shushes you, promising to talk about it later.
You hold him to his word, insisting to talk about it the next day when he tries pawing at your pajamas. You beg him to be rougher, to take what he wants, that you can take it, you trust him not to hurt you, and he trusts you to tell him if he does.
His hands are on you as soon as everything is cleared up. Like really on you. He pushes up your top hardly giving you a chance to take it off before he’s groping your chest, fingers at your nipples, pinching and pulling as you make out. It’s not long before his mouth moves, kissing at your neck, immediately latching on and digging his teeth into your skin. And god you want nothing more than to be his toy, a pretty little thing for him to play with and chew on. You wish you had asked for this sooner, wish you could have gotten him to touch you like this before. His hands, big and rough against your soft chest, moving, roaming your body to grab your ass, his mouth seemingly everywhere at once, your neck, your chest, lapping and sucking your nipples.
He eases you onto your back on the bed, staring at you, overcome with lust and unsure where to go next. He quickly decides though, grabbing your pajama bottoms and underwear swiftly pulling both from you. His fingers sink into your thighs as he pushes your legs apart, his hands then slip up your body as he lowers himself to you, mouth at your thighs now, kissing and biting and leaving bruises as he touches you.
He sits up a little to poke at your lips, you easily open your mouth for him, letting him slip the digit in. He feels his way in, teasing, pressing at your tongue with one then two fingers. You stare up at him as the fingers creep deeper, till they’re stuffed as far as they can go in your mouth. Joost pants softly as he stares back, gaze heavy with lust, and god he’s beautiful like this, just this side of mean.
He pulls his hand back after a moment, a soft noise comes from your throat at the loss and you can see the corner of his mouth twitch, almost smirking at you, at the way this simple teasing has you worked up. The spit slicked fingers slip between your folds with ease, thanks to how wet him playing with your mouth got you. He pushes both fingers in at once, ignoring the groan that comes from you as he quickly starts thrusting his fingers in you.
He muffles the noises you make by kissing you while finger fucking you, you tangle your fingers in his hair and moan openly into his mouth cause this is what you wanted, you were tired of the careful prodding and slow gentle touches, you wanted to hear the filthy noises as he fingers you, fast and rough your hips greedily bucking against him, the stretch of his thick fingers in you so much and not enough at the same time.
You gasp and fall back against the bed, he keeps a hand on your thigh as he finger fucks you, gently holding you down as he works you closer and closer. You can’t help the noises that come from you, the frantic pleading and cursing, the pathetic whimpering as you cum.
You almost get a chance to sigh a breath of relief as he slips his fingers out, but he pulls away just enough to find your clit. You whine, digging your fingers into the blanket under you, and shake your head a little, the overstimulation makes you squirm. His fingers flit over your clit, rubbing it before shoving inside you again. You let out a choked sound when he picks up the pace, harder than before, then suddenly stopping to touch your clit, then sinking in you once more. Just absolutely toying with you. It’s not long before you’re cumming again, almost sobbing at the feeling crashing down on you so hard and fast.
He coos at you, something along the lines of how good you are for him, you just kind of nod dumbly still trying to catch your breath when his pulls his fingers out of your cunt and shoves them in your mouth again. You groan, but diligently suck on them til he pulls them out and wipes your spit off on your cheek. He kisses you, licking into your mouth like he’s trying to taste whatever’s left of your juices. He asks if you wanna keep going and you nod, begging with a little ‘yes please’.
He hastily shucks his pajama pants off, your eyes immediately go to his cock, tip red and shiny from leaking precum. He settles between your legs, rutting against you for a moment to coat himself in your slick before pushing in. He gives himself enough time to adjust to your warm, wet, fucked out hole, so soft and pliant for him. His hips slow as he looks down to watch his cock pump in and out of you, going slow just so he can take in the sight. But it goes on for a little too long and you start to get antsy. Bucking your hips up into him, and whimpering.
“Wat,” He looks up with a ditzy, almost innocent smile, still thrusting slowly, little rutting movements. “Do you need something?”
“Please..?” You try, breathless. The teasing flustered you! It’s not your fault you’re suddenly speechless, it’s the brat fucking you’s fault!
"Ja? Do you want it harder, baby?" You whine at the question, at his pretty voice, at the way he pulls his cock out of you to slap it against your clit.
"Mhmm, yes, please.. Need you.." you mumble, nodding, making eye contact with him as you beg. His pupils are dilated, the pretty blue pushed to a thin ring.
He slides back in and fuck he feels perfect in you, filling you up so wonderfully. It's not long before he's manhandling you how he wants you, shoving your legs up so he can fuck harder, deeper. It’s almost dizzying, all the pleasure, his hands gripping your thighs, the head of his cock kissing your cervix every time he bottoms out inside of you. It’s incredible, you don’t know if either of you will be able to go back to how tame your sex life was before this. You can’t believe you let him fuck you any other way. He’s panting and groaning, more vocal than you’ve ever heard him.
"Ik-ik..Fuck…" He sighs heavily, hips almost stuttering against you. “I’m close, baby. You wanna cum together? You want me to fill you up?”
You can’t answer much more than frantic ‘please please please’ your hand slipping down your front to rub at your clit until he’s batting you away, replacing your hand with his own. He thumbs at your clit as he thrusts, making your legs shake. You think you’re about to cry from all of it, the orgasm wracking your body, stronger than you’ve ever cum before. His thrusts halt as he bottoms out in you, cock throbbing as he cums, the clenching of your walls around him sending him over the edge.
You, foolishly, think once he's finished you'll get a chance to breathe. Almost immediately he drops down, head between your thighs, tongue against you, hands on your thighs, holding you down as you squirm. The overstimulation is So much almost too much. You grip his hair as he eats you out, cleaning up the mess he made, licking up his own cum. It's so filthy. When he's finished, you're so grateful he doesn't make you cum again, he kisses you, tongue in your mouth and it's even filthier. You love it though, you love him rough and filthy.
He flops down next to you on the bed, his hand finding yours as you lay there, catching your breath and putting your brain back together. You'll have to get up and properly clean up soon, but right now you're happy to just rest. You're exhausted in the best way possible, all pleasant and fucked out. You're so glad you finally made the push to get this from Joost, instead of just wishing he'd fuck you how you want.
I need to watch him masturbate. I need to watch him jerk off. I need to watch him play with himself. I need to watch him fuck his fist. I need it I need it I need it.
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