friends with benefits but joost is a bit toxic 🙏🙏🙏
You only call me when it's half past five
Paring: Joost Klein x female!reader
Description:Y/N and Joost had been in a friends-with-benefits relationship for a while, but when Y/N saw him kiss someone else right in front of her, a wave of jealousy hit her hard. Feeling hurt and frustrated, she stormed out, seeking solace in the arms of another. Though the stranger’s affection offered temporary relief, it couldn’t compare to the magnetic pull Joost had on her.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, cigarettes, angst, rpf
Word count: 3 k +
You were nestled in bed, engrossed in your favorite show, when your phone suddenly lit up. It was Joost. With a sigh, you paused the show and grabbed the phone.
"Hey, Joost. What's up?" you answered, curious about the late-night call.
"Hi Y/N, what are you up to?" Joost's voice came through, noticeably slurred and tipsy.
"I'm just relaxing in bed, watching some TV. What's going on with you?" you replied.
"I'm at this wild party at a friend's place," Joost said, his excitement palpable even through the phone. "You should totally come."
A grin spread across your face. "You know I can't resist a good party. And my FOMO is off the charts. Send me the address, and I'm there."
Joost chuckled, knowing he had you hooked. "I knew you'd say that. I'll text you the details right now."
He hung up before you could say anything more. With a sigh, you pressed play on your show again before you swung your legs out of bed to get ready for the party.
Opting for a casual look, you chose a black tube top and a flowy long white skirt that was slightly see-through in certain lighting. It was just a random house party, after all, but you still wanted to look effortlessly stylish. Your phone lit up again, this time with a text from Joost containing the address of the party.
Turning off the TV, you rummaged for drinks to bring along. You found a shot and downed it immediately, not wanting to show up completely sober. You grabbed a few more shots and a variety of canned drinks and put them in a bag, ready for the party.
You picked up your phone, took a selfie as you downed another shot, and sent it to Joost with the text, “Ready!”
With a buzz of excitement, you gathered your drinks and slipped on a pair of comfortable shoes. After a final glance in the mirror, you grabbed your keys and headed out the door.
The party wasn't far away, so you decided to walk to the nearest electric scooter. The cool night air felt refreshing as you approached the row of scooters, selecting one and scanning the QR code to unlock it.
With a slight thrill, you hopped on and zipped through the streets, the city lights blurring around you. The anticipation of the party mixed with the freedom of the ride made you feel alive.
As you approached the house, the sounds of laughter and music grew louder, guiding you to your destination. You parked the scooter nearby and walked up to the front door. Out of courtesy, you knocked before stepping inside. The house was crowded, but every face was familiar.
You searched the kitchen for a spot to set down your drinks, and as you closed the fridge and popped open a can, you caught sight of Joost guiding a girl toward another room. Although you and Joost had a casual friends-with-benefits arrangement and nothing exclusive, it still stung to see him with someone else, especially tonight. You couldn’t help but wonder why he’d invite you to the party only to focus his attention elsewhere.
You trailed behind, observing Joost lead her into the heart of a lively dancing crowd. Instead of joining them, you headed toward a nearby couch where a group was engaged in a drinking game. You plopped down and asked, “Mind if I join in?”
As you joined the drinking game, the laughter and lightheartedness of the group momentarily distracted you from Joost and the mystery girl. But your eyes kept drifting back to them, watching as they swayed together in the dimly lit living room. You tried to shake off the uneasy feeling, reminding yourself that you and Joost weren’t exclusive. Still, something about the situation didn't sit right with you.
A few rounds later, after downing more than a couple of shots, you decided you’d had enough of the silent torture. You weren't the type to just sit back and let things fester. Gathering your courage, you stood up, excused yourself from the group, and made your way through the crowd toward Joost.
You found him leaning against the wall, his arm draped lazily over the girl’s shoulders as they talked in hushed tones, their faces close. Your heart pounded in your chest as you approached, but you steadied yourself, determined to confront him.
“Joost,” you called out, loud enough to be heard over the music. His head turned slightly in your direction, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment.
He smirked, but instead of acknowledging you, he turned back to the girl and said something that made her giggle. Irritation flared inside you. You stepped closer, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.
“Joost,” you repeated, your tone firmer this time.
Finally, he glanced at you, his smirk still plastered on his face. “Hey, Y/N. Having fun?”
You crossed your arms, trying to keep your composure. “What’s going on? You invited me here, but it seems like you’re more interested in... other things.”
Joost raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your frustration. He glanced at the girl beside him, then back at you. “Oh, come on, Y/N. We’re just having a little fun. No need to get all serious.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a word out, Joost leaned in and kissed the girl right in front of you. It wasn’t just a peck either—it was a deliberate, slow kiss, meant to provoke.
Your heart sank as you watched them, feeling a mix of anger and hurt. Joost had always been playful, but this was different. He was doing it on purpose, knowing it would get under your skin. And it worked.
As they pulled apart, Joost looked at you again, his eyes gleaming with a teasing challenge. “Don’t be mad, Y/N. You know we aren't exclusive”
The girl glanced at you, her expression unreadable, but she didn’t move away from Joost. Instead, she stood there, almost as if she were waiting to see how you’d react.
You felt a burning need to say something, to do something, but a part of you hesitated. This wasn’t what you’d signed up for. The casual nature of your relationship with Joost had always been comfortable, but now it felt like he was pushing boundaries just to see how far he could go.
Taking a deep breath, you finally spoke, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “You know, Joost, this is just cruel.”
Joost’s smirk faded slightly, as if your words had hit a nerve. But before he could respond, you turned on your heel and walked away, pushing through the crowd. You didn’t know where you were going, but anywhere was better than standing there, feeling humiliated.
You found yourself outside on the porch, the cool night air hitting your flushed cheeks. You leaned against the railing, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.
As you stood there, lost in thought, you felt a presence beside you. You looked up to see one of the guys from the drinking game, his expression concerned.
“Hey,” he said softly. “You okay?”
You forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just needed some fresh air.”
He nodded, leaning on the railing beside you. “Joost can be a real jerk sometimes. Don’t let him get to you.”
His words brought a surprising sense of comfort, easing the tension that had been building all night.
"Want a cigarette?" he asked, pulling out a pack and offering it to you as he took one for himself.
You nodded, taking one from the box and placing it between your lips.
He lit his cigarette first, the flame briefly illuminating his face, then leaned in to light yours. The warmth of the lighter’s flame brushed against your skin, and your eyes met his for a moment longer than you expected. There was something in his gaze, something playful and inviting, that made the tension in your chest ease just a bit more.
As you both exhaled that first drag, the smoke curled up into the night air, mixing with the muted sounds of the party behind you. You took another drag, feeling the calm slowly settle in.
“So,” he began with a teasing grin, “do you always make such dramatic exits at parties, or is tonight a special occasion?”
You chuckled, rolling your eyes as you leaned back against the porch railing. “Only when the party’s worth it,” you replied, smirking. “Though I needed a good reason to escape that mess inside.”
He laughed, a warm sound that seemed to wrap around you. “Well, if you’re looking for an escape, I’m pretty good at keeping people distracted.” He leaned in just slightly, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah? And what kind of tricks are we talking about?”
He took a slow drag, his eyes never leaving yours. “I could start with some bad jokes, move on to charming conversation, and maybe—just maybe—end with something more interesting.” His gaze dipped briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes, the suggestion clear.
You felt your pulse quicken, the playful tension between you growing. “Bad jokes, huh?” you teased, trying to ignore the way his attention was making your heart race. “You must be a real pro.”
“Only when I’m inspired,” he shot back, his grin widening.
You laughed softly, the sound mingling with the crackling of your cigarettes. There was something undeniably magnetic about him, something that made it easy to forget the mess with Joost inside.
Before you could think too much about it, you took a step closer, closing the small gap between you. “Well,” you said, your voice a little softer, “maybe you can show me one of those tricks right now.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. His eyes flickered with interest as he leaned in, the world around you fading until it was just the two of you on that porch. You could feel his breath against your lips, the anticipation crackling in the air. And then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he closed the distance and kissed you.
The kiss was warm and gentle at first, testing the waters, but it quickly deepened as you responded, your hand moving to the back of his neck. His free hand found your waist, pulling you closer, and for a moment, everything else vanished—the noise from the party, the tension from earlier, even the lingering thoughts of Joost. All that mattered was the feel of his lips on yours and the way he was holding you as if he didn’t want to let go.
But the moment was shattered when the door to the house swung open. You broke the kiss and pulled away, feeling the heat of the moment, but as soon as Joost’s voice cut through the air, your heart sank. You looked over the guy’s shoulder to see Joost standing in the doorway, his expression a mix of surprise and something else—something that made your stomach twist with uncertainty.
“Y/N,” Joost said, his voice cool and controlled, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He stepped onto the porch, his eyes drifting lazily between you and the guy beside you, who still had his hand on your waist. “Didn’t think you’d move on so quickly. Guess I underestimated you.”
The comment was sharp, laced with a mocking edge that sent a wave of irritation through you. You stepped back, putting some distance between yourself and the guy, who was now looking at Joost with a raised eyebrow, clearly sizing him up. But it wasn’t the guy beside you that had your attention—it was Joost and the way he was looking at you, like he was toying with you.
“Joost,” you started, your voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside you. “What do you want?”
He chuckled, a low, almost condescending sound, as he took a step closer, completely ignoring the other guy. “I just came out to get some air, but it looks like I walked in on something... interesting.” His eyes flicked to your lips, then back up to your eyes. “So, is this what you do now? Kiss random guys at parties?”
You felt your cheeks flush with a mix of anger and embarrassment. “And what about you?” you shot back. “You were the one all over that girl inside, or did you forget?”
Joost’s smirk widened, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. “Oh, I didn’t forget. But I wasn’t expecting you to get so jealous. I mean, it’s not like we’re exclusive or anything, right?”
The words stung, and Joost knew it. He was pushing your buttons, testing how far he could go. The guy beside you, sensing the tension, took a step back, clearly realizing this was between you and Joost.
You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure. “Why did you even invite me here, Joost? To play games? To mess with my head?”
He shrugged, his gaze never leaving yours. “Maybe I just wanted to see what you’d do. I like keeping things interesting.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, refusing to back down. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”
“Maybe,” he admitted, his smirk softening into something more genuine as he closed the distance between you. “But you like it, don’t you? You like that I keep you guessing.”
He was so close now that you could feel the heat radiating off him, his presence overwhelming. Part of you wanted to push him away, to walk back into the house and leave him standing there. But another part of you—the part that had always been drawn to his teasing, his unpredictability—couldn’t bring yourself to move.
“You know,” Joost continued, his voice low as he reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “you’re not the only one who gets jealous. Seeing you with him...” He nodded slightly toward the guy who was now leaning against the porch railing, watching the interaction unfold. “It made me realize something.”
You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “And what’s that?”
“That I don’t like sharing,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper as his fingers trailed down your cheek. “Especially not when it comes to you.”
His words sent a shiver down your spine, the intensity in his eyes making your breath hitch. He leaned in closer, his lips just a hair’s breadth from yours, his teasing smirk still in place.
“You like being teased, don’t you?” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “Admit it, Y/N. You love it when I push your buttons.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could say anything, Joost closed the gap, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both demanding and intoxicating. This kiss was different from the one you’d shared with the other guy—it was filled with a fiery possessiveness, as if Joost was staking his claim.
Despite yourself, you found yourself kissing him back, your hands gripping the front of his shirt as you pulled him closer. It was infuriating how easily he could get under your skin, how much you craved this dangerous dance between you two.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, you were both breathing heavily. “See?” he whispered, his voice a mix of arrogance and affection. “You can’t resist me.”
You bit your lip, trying to regain some control. “You’re such a jerk,” you muttered, but your words lacked conviction.
Joost chuckled softly, pressing a quick, teasing kiss to your lips before pulling away slightly, his eyes still locked on yours. “Maybe, I am” he agreed, “but you like it”
Just as you were about to respond, the other guy cleared his throat, reminding you both that he was still there. Joost glanced over, his smirk returning as he gave the guy a mocking nod. “Thanks for keeping her company. I’ll take it from here.”
The guy rolled his eyes but didn’t argue, instead giving you a small, understanding smile before turning to head back inside, leaving you and Joost alone on the porch.
As the door closed behind the other guy, the night air seemed to grow still around you and Joost. The intensity of the moment hung heavy between you, and you could feel Joost’s gaze on you, sharp and possessive. He didn’t let go of your hand, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on your skin.
He leaned down, his lips trailing along your neck, sending a shiver through your body. A soft whimper escaped your lips; you were powerless against him, and he knew it. He had you wrapped around his finger, completely at his mercy. You wanted something real, a relationship that meant more, but deep down, you knew he saw you as nothing more than his toy, something he could enjoy on his terms, whenever he pleased.
As his lips continued to explore your neck, each kiss igniting sparks under your skin, you felt the bittersweet ache in your chest intensify. You were caught between the intoxicating pull of his touch and the painful truth that settled in your mind: you were just a fleeting pleasure for him, a secret indulgence.
Joost’s hands roamed over your body with a practiced ease, every movement claiming more of you, making it harder to remember why you wanted something more. His teeth grazed your skin, drawing another helpless whimper from you, and a low, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest.
“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with arrogance. “You like being my toy”
You couldn’t deny it. The way he made you feel, the way he dominated every part of you, was intoxicating. But it wasn’t enough. You wanted more—more than just stolen moments and empty promises. You wanted to be more than just his plaything.
But as his hands gripped your hips, pulling you even closer, you felt your resolve waver. It was so easy to give in, to let yourself be swept away by the heat of the moment, to forget everything else.
Yet, deep down, the truth gnawed at you. This was all he was willing to offer, and as much as it hurt, you knew you were powerless to change it. The thought stung, but the way he held you, the way he touched you, made it so hard to resist. You were trapped in a dangerous game, one that left you longing for more even as you knew you’d never have it.
Joost pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’re mine,” he repeated, his voice a possessive growl, as if daring you to deny it.
And despite everything, despite the yearning for something real, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. Instead, you nodded, your voice barely a whisper as you replied, “Yes, I’m yours.”
But even as the words left your lips, you knew they carried a weight that neither of you fully acknowledged—a truth buried beneath the surface of a relationship that was anything but simple.
I think one of the reasons that Bridgerton season 2 hits especially hard for me is because the enemies to lovers trope, especially in a regency setting, made it so that Kate did not have to “fit in” in any way to get her romance.
The first time Anthony meets her, she’s riding astride. The first time they talk, she outright argues with him. He recognises it, Anthony himself says, “the rules are meaningless [to her]”. She calls him out when he assumes she won’t be able to manage a gun. She plays pall mall just like he does, with equal intensity, just as competitive. And that’s who he falls in love with.
Throughout the course of the story, she never has to change herself, dull her sharp wit, or chip away anything of her personality, for him to notice her and be attracted to her, for him to fall in love with her.
There’s no grand makeover, for him to finally notice her, because he’s always seen her for who she is, from the very first time they met and he began falling for her from that very moment. Her personality is not portrayed as a flaw that he loves her in inspite of, but rather the very core of the reason he is in love with her.
And in season 3, we see that marriage doesn’t change that either. She still banters with him, and he’s still going around telling everyone who will listen that his marriage is perfect.
Because, to be loved is to be known and Anthony has loved her from the moment they raced each other in that park and he’s known her as she is since then too.
Summery: You visit CEO Harry at his office, sad that he didn’t wake you up to say goodbye. (Older!Harry, Daddy!Harry, CEO!Harry)
Words: 1.7k
Warnings: smut, mention of age gap, daddy kink, extremely slight exhibition, fem!reader, mention of slight choking
The sharp ring of the office phone pulled Harry's attention away from the stacks of paperwork on his desk. He picked up the receiver.
"Yes, Lisa?"
"You've got a visitor, Mr. Styles."
"Who is it?"
Lisa hesitated, a playful tone creeping into her voice. "They asked me not to say."
Harry couldn't suppress a smile. He knew exactly what she meant. He was notoriously strict about his schedule—except when it came to one particular person, who had an open invitation anytime.
"Let her in."
A few moments later, he saw the door to his office creaked open, just a sliver at first. Then, a head peeked through, the rest of you hidden behind the door.
"Hi, pretty girl."
A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your lips as you stepped fully into the room, your eyes sparkling with a mix of affection and mischief.
“Hi, handsome.” You entered his office, closing and locking the door behind you.
Harry owned the company, and most people who worked on the floor of his office knew you were dating. You had gotten some looks, maybe some whispers about your age gap—him being 40 and you being 26—but the most supportive person was Harry’s 54 year old receptionist, Lisa. Every time she saw you, she had reminded Harry he better quickly act and “put a ring on it”.
“Surprising me at work and wearing my favorite dress? You spoil me.” He complimented your sundress as you came and sat in his lap.
You immediately leaned in and started kissing him, shifting yourself so you were straddling him. Your eagerness made him chuckle into the kiss, but still fully accepting it, grabbing and squeezing your ass.
“Missed me that much?”
You pulled back from the kiss, a soft giggle escaping your lips as you brushed a stray lock of hair from his face.
“A lot more than that…you didn’t wake me up this morning to say goodbye.” you teased, the playful pout on your lips showing how much you were trying to act upset.
Harry chuckled, his hand lightly squeezing your side as he gave you an exaggerated, guilty look. "I was up early for that meeting, and you looked so peaceful, didn't have the heart to wake you."
You leaned back slightly in his lap, pretending to be cross. "I hate it when you do that. You know I don’t mind you waking me."
"Sorry, Honey," he said, tilting his head to look at you with a soft, apologetic gaze. "How about I make it up to you?"
You raised an eyebrow, the corners of your lips curving into a smile. "Yeah?"
He grinned mischievously, his hands sliding up your arms as if to pull you closer. "I thought I could take you to lunch. My treat."
“That’s a start," you said, your voice teasing, inching towards something more. "But I think I deserve something extra."
Harry leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "Oh, yeah? What’s that?"
Your lips curled into a smile. You leaned into his neck, kissing and sucking everywhere and rubbing your hand up and down his chest.
“You think you’ll be able to be quiet though?” He asked, leaning his head back to let you kiss along his chest and collarbone.
“I will,” You leaned back up to his ear. “I promise, daddy.”
“Mm, I don’t know…I feel we’ve been in this situation before.” He stood up, lifting you up with him and placing you on his desk. ”You say you’ll be quiet and then you’re screaming and whimpering immediately, baby.”
“I’ll be quiet…please Harry.” You quietly cried out as he laid you down on his desk, his hands roaming up your dress, kissing all over your collarbones.
“Don’t get me wrong, Princess,” He lifted your dress up, scrunching it up to your stomach. “I love hearing you screaming, but we're going to have to be quiet today, okay?”
You quickly nodded your head, beginning to feel restless.
He hummed as he opened your legs, as if he was admiring your body. He crouched down to pull your panties off, shoving them in his blazer pocket. The kissing of your inner thighs made you slightly whimper out, you had already forgotten you needed to be quiet.
“What did I say, baby? Do you need me to stop?”
“No, no, please, please daddy.”
"You need to be a good girl for me right now.. stop whimpering." His dominant voice was sending hot breaths onto your already wet pussy, making you want to whine even more than before.
He moved his head forward and licked your pussy, you squeezed your thigh as a replacement to letting out a moan. Before he started, he pulled you to the edge of the counter for better access. He moved his head forward and lightly sucked and licked your pussy, making your eyes squeeze shut and very quietly whimper out again, not loud enough for anyone to hear. He looked up at you and upon seeing you in total ecstasy, only made him grip you tighter and continue eating you out faster.
“Mm, daddy….daddy.” You whispered out with every movement and the feeling that his tongue made on your pussy, which urged him on more until you gripped his hair and pulled him away from you. He knew you were close to your orgasm and he still had a number of unspeakable things he wanted to do to you here.
“Want to suck you.” You urged. He helped you up, and you crouched down to your knees, keeping your doe eyed look onto him.
“Of course, Princess.”
He groaned as you started unbuckling his belt and trousers, pulling them down along with his boxers. You immediately started kissing up his cock, from the base up, earning a throaty growl from Harry, making you giggle.
“Be quiet, daddy.”
He chuckled, rubbing his hands through you hair and slightly gripping.
You pushed your lips around the tip of his cock, before he slowly pushed you further down.Your dynamic was perfect, at least to you. He was dominant, but loved to praise you. He loved pushing you to your limits, but never going past them, and making sure to take good care of you in the process.
“Good girl, you’re doing so good for me.” He exhaled as you kept sucking him off. You looked up at him through batted eyelashes and smiled up at him. God, he knew exactly what you were doing and that it was on purpose. He knew you wanted to make it so hard for him to not fuck you right now.
He tapped your cheek, telling you to pull off before helping you back up to your feet. Without warning, he placed his arms under your bum and hoisted you up and walked you over to the couch on the other side of his office.
He laid you down, lifting your dress up to your arms, bunching it up and holding it over your mouth.
“Need you to bite down on your dress, I know my sweet girl won’t be able to be quiet.” You bashfully opened your mouth and bit down on the fabric. “Are you going to be good for me?”
You hummed and nodded your head, desperate for him to get to fucking you.
He forcefully pushed his cock inside of you, making you grip onto him tighter and cry out into the dress. He made sure he got deeper and deeper into your soaking wet pussy with each thrust.
Your legs were trembling as the rhythmic thrusts went on. He hand lightly wrapped around your neck, making sure not to apply any force, just to hold you in place.
Your dress fell out of your mouth as it began to hurt your teeth for how hard you were biting down.
“Daddy, it’s so good. It f-feels so good.” Your words stuttered out of your mouth as his thrusts got slower but deeper, filling you up completely. He didn't respond to you, he was too busy focusing on your body weakening and trembling at his touch. He could tell you were close as your back was at a constant, slight arch and your mouth was agape.
“Do you want to cum, pretty girl?” He whispered in your ear. You nodded slowly, the feeling of Harry’s thick cock filling you up was still making you weak. He kept thrusting inside you and started whispering in your ear. “I love your cunt, pretty baby, it’s so good for me.”
You tucked your head into his neck as your orgasm got closer and closer. His hand lowered down your abdomen, his thumb finding your clit to edge you closer to your orgasm.
“Cum for me baby,” he kissed the top of your head as your face was still shoved into his clavicle. “Be a good girl for me and cum.”
He started rubbing your clit harder and faster, watching how your body jerked and trembled. Your orgasm erupted throughout your whole body. You lightly bit down on his shoulder while you rode out your orgasm to keep yourself from being too loud, his fingers slowly decreasing in speed as it washed over you.
Your body got tired after you orgasm finished and everything felt heavy. “Did so good for me baby… you were so quiet, like such a good girl.”
“I don’t want to make you more messy, baby. Where do you want me to cum?” He politely asked after he almost reached his finish.
“My mouth?” You asked, figuring it was the least messy option. “Then I’ll swallow….nice and clean.” You joked, giving him a cheeky smile.
You slowly got down on your shaky knees as he sat on the couch, putting your mouth back on his tip, rubbing the rest of his cock with your hand to help him reach his orgasm.
His stomach hitched and he heavily inhaled and exhaled before cumming in your mouth, painting your entire tongue.
“Let me see, Princess.” You stuck out your tongue, showing the cum that covered it. He kissed your nose and pushed up your chin, allowing you to swallow.
He pulled you into his lap and gave you a soft, affectionate squeeze. "How’s that? Better?"
You smiled. "Much better." You leaned in, brushing a final kiss across his lips before sliding off his lap and standing. "But I’m still holding you to that lunch, after I use your bathroom."
"Anything you want, love," he said, standing as well. "Let’s go before people start to wonder what we’re doing in here, if they didn’t already hear you.”
Description: Joost stumbled upon his old camera, once used for making YouTube videos. As he heard you walking through the door, only one thought consumed his mind.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, oral giving, PnV, unprotected, established relationship, sex on camera, Joost being a little rough, no use of Y/N, one shot
Word count: 2,5k+
It was the middle of a quiet Saturday when you returned home from shopping. After unpacking everything, you wandered through the house, searching for Joost. You eventually found him in the bedroom, lounging in the bed with a camera.
"I found my old camera," he said with a playful grin, pointing it at you and turning it on as you entered the room. "Smile."
You gave a cheeky smile at the camera and waved. "Oh, how fun," you said, a hint of teasing in your voice, though you still felt a bit uneasy about being filmed.
"Can you take off your shirt, lejfe?" he asked, his tone shifting to something more enticing.
"Joost, no, stop recording me!" you exclaimed, trying to hide your laughter as you held up your hand to shield your face from the camera, a mix of embarrassment and amusement bubbling up.
"But you're so pretty," he insisted, his eyes darkening with desire as he tried to capture your face in the frame while beginning to touch himself under the blanket.
You bit your lip, a tantalizing mix of arousal and discomfort coursing through you as you watched him. Despite your efforts to hide from the camera, the intensity of the moment made it increasingly difficult to resist.
"Come on, lejfe, don't be shy. Show me your pretty face," he urged, his voice low and seductive.
With a sigh of resignation, you lowered your hand, exposing your face to the camera, the air in the room growing thick with tension.
"Okay now, take off your top, slow and sexy," Joost continued, his eyes smoldering as he caressed himself over the blanket, every word dripping with desire.
You hesitated, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as Joost's gaze remained locked on you. The room seemed to close in, the atmosphere charged with an electric anticipation. Slowly, you reached for the hem of your shirt, your movements deliberate and sensual.
As you began to lift your top, Joost's breathing grew heavier, his eyes following every inch of exposed skin. The fabric slipped over your shoulders and down your arms, falling to the floor in a soft whisper.
"That's it," Joost murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So beautiful."
You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, a heady mix of vulnerability and empowerment washing over you. His hand moved rhythmically over the blanket, a visible testament to his arousal. The camera remained trained on you, capturing every moment, every expression.
"Come closer," he commanded softly, his voice a blend of hunger and adoration as he tossed the blanket aside, revealing himself in nothing but a pair of underwear, his arousal evident.
You took a tentative step forward, then another, until you were standing close to the edge of the bed. The proximity made your heart race.
"Your bra," Joost whispered, his eyes locked onto yours. "Show me your sexy body."
Your hand trembled slightly as you reached back to unclasp it, letting it fall to the ground.
"Oh, so very, very sexy," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he touched himself through his underwear, struggling to keep the camera steady on you.
"Now your pants, lejfe," he said, his tone low and commanding, a growl of anticipation in his voice.
You bit your lip, a shiver of excitement running through you as you slowly slid off your pants, leaving you in nothing but your blue lace panties with a delicate bow at the waistband.
Joost's eyes darkened with lust as he watched you, his hand moving urgently over himself. The air between you crackled with an almost unbearable tension.
"Come here," he murmured, his voice a raw blend of command and desire as he shifted to sit on the edge of the bed.
You stepped closer, the distance between you vanishing until you were standing right at the edge. Joost reached out, his fingers brushing against your thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.
"Touch me," he whispered, his gaze never wavering from yours. "Let me feel you."
Your hand trembled slightly as you reached out, your fingers grazing his chest before trailing down to the waistband of his underwear. The contact sent a shiver through you both, the tension in the air palpable. His muscles tensed under your touch, each ripple of sinew responding to your movements. You could hear his breath hitch in anticipation, a sharp intake of air that mirrored your own racing heartbeat.
Joost's eyes never left yours, his gaze burning with a mixture of hunger and adoration that made your pulse quicken. As your fingers slipped under the waistband, you felt the heat of his skin, the firmness of his desire. His breathing grew heavier, each exhale a low, throaty sound that sent waves of excitement coursing through you.
The room seemed to close in around you, the atmosphere thick with an electric intensity that made every touch, every movement, feel amplified. Joost's hand found yours, guiding it lower, urging you to explore further.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice a strained whisper. "Don't stop."
His hand moved up and cupped your face, his thumb grazing your lower lip with a tenderness that contrasted the raw desire in his eyes. guiding you closer as he leaned in to capture your lips in a heated kiss. Joost tried to keep the camera pointed at you as he kissed you passionately.
As the kiss deepened, his hand roamed over your body, caressing every curve and contour. The sensation was intoxicating, each touch sending waves of pleasure through you.
"Get on your knees, lejfe," he breathed against your lips, his voice a desperate plea.
With a shiver of anticipation, you began to kneel down, the camera following your every move. As you lowered yourself, you started to rub him through his underwear once again, feeling him grow and twitch under your touch.
Joost took your chin in his hand, gently tilting your face to meet the camera that he held in front of his eyes. His intense gaze locked onto yours through the display, his desire evident in the way his fingers tightened slightly on your skin.
"So pretty," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and raw hunger. He grazed his thumb over your lips, the touch sending shivers down your spine. Slowly, almost teasingly, he pressed his thumb against your lower lip, making you open your mouth softly.
Your lips parted, allowing Joost's thumb to slip inside. You could feel the rough pad of his thumb against your tongue, a sensation both intimate and electrifying. Instinctively, you began to swirl your tongue around it, the taste of his skin mingling with the warmth of your breath.
His eyes darkened with lust as he watched you through the camera, his every breath hitching in anticipation. The sight of you, so responsive and willing, seemed to stoke the fire within him. His hand on the camera trembled slightly, but he steadied it, determined to capture every detail of this intimate moment.
"So sexy," he murmured, his voice a low, throaty growl. "Just like that."
The camera's lens felt like an extension of his gaze, amplifying the intensity of the moment. You could see the raw desire in his eyes, the way his pupils dilated as you continued to tease and caress his thumb with your tongue. His breathing grew heavier, each exhale a testament to the effect you were having on him.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. He withdrew his thumb slowly, trailing it down your chin before resting his hand on your cheek. "Now, show me how much you want this."
You nodded, your breath coming in soft pants as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his underwear. Slowly, you pulled them down, revealing his hardness. The sight of him made your pulse quicken, your body reacting with a mix of eagerness and anticipation.
You wrapped your hand around him, feeling the heat and firmness under your touch. Joost groaned, his head falling back for a moment before he refocused the camera on you.
"Yes, just like that," he encouraged, his voice a husky whisper. "Take your time. Make me feel every second."
You leaned in, pressing soft kisses along his length, teasing him with the lightest touch of your lips. He shivered under your ministrations, his breath hitching each time your mouth made contact with his skin.
"You're driving me crazy," he muttered, his hand tightening on the camera.
You smiled up at him, your eyes meeting his as you finally took him into your mouth. The taste of him, the feel of him filling you, sent a thrill of satisfaction through you. Joost's reaction was immediate, a deep groan escaping him as he fought to keep the camera steady.
"That's perfect, lejfe," he praised, his voice strained with pleasure. "You´re so good. Keep going."
You moved with deliberate slowness, your mouth and hands working in unison to bring him pleasure. The tension in the room grew thicker, the connection between you palpable as you devoted yourself to his satisfaction.
Joost's free hand tangled in your hair, guiding your movements with gentle pressure. His breathing became ragged, each exhale a testament to the pleasure you were giving him.
"Look at the camera," he whispered, his voice a desperate plea. "I want to see your beautiful face as you take me."
You glanced up, locking eyes with the lens, knowing that Joost was watching every detail through the display. The raw desire in his voice pushed you to give even more, to show him just how much you wanted this, how much you wanted him. You took him deeper, his length almost making you gag, and a tear rolled down your cheek as you kept eye contact with the lens.
The intensity of the moment surged between you, your movements guided by his desire and your own growing need. His grip in your hair tightened slightly, a silent encouragement as you continued, each stroke and caress fueling the fire between you.
As you worked, the room seemed to shrink to just the two of you, the camera capturing every intimate detail. Joost's groans and murmurs filled the air, mingling with the sound of your soft moans and the wet, rhythmic movements of your mouth. The thrill of being recorded only heightened your arousal, adding a layer of excitement to the already electric atmosphere.
You focused on his pleasure, your own desires echoing in every touch and kiss. His reactions spurred you on, the urgency building with each passing second. With each movement, each sensation, you conveyed your desire, your passion, and your surrender to him. The camera lens captured it all, a testament to the raw, unfiltered connection between you and Joost, in that intimate, charged moment of shared ecstasy.
"So good for me, lejfe," he growled, his voice dripping with desire, as he removed his hand from your hair to wipe the tears from your cheek. "You want me to fuck you now? Huh?" His tone was commanding, filled with a primal urgency that sent a shiver down your spine.
With his length still in your mouth, you hummed a yes and nodded, the vibrations causing Joost to shiver in response to your eager affirmation. A deep groan escaped him, resonating in the charged air between you.
"God, lejfe, you feel amazing," he growled, his voice a blend of admiration and urgency.
Joost gently guided you off him, his hand firm in your hair as he assisted you to rise to your feet. The camera remained steady, capturing every heated glance and trembling breath exchanged between you.
He pulled you close, his lips crashing into yours in a fervent kiss that spoke of raw desire and urgent need. His hand gripped your body with an insistent, almost possessive touch, leaving you breathless and craving more.
"Turn around," he growled against your lips, his voice a husky command that sent a thrill down your spine.
You obeyed, turning your back to him, feeling the heat of his body pressing against yours. His hands found your hips, guiding you forcefully to bend over the edge of the bed. The anticipation crackled in the air, your pulse racing with every passing second.
Joost's fingers traced along the waistband of your panties, tugging them down roughly making you let out a moan, exposing you completely. He paused, his breath hot against your ear as he murmured, "You're so fucking beautiful, lejfe."
His words ignited a fire within you, your body pulsing with desire. Without hesitation, he positioned himself behind you, his grip on your hips firm as he slowly entered you, the sensation overwhelming and exquisite.
A gasp escaped your lips as he began to move, each thrust deliberate and deep. The connection between you intensified with every motion, the pleasure building in waves. Joost's hand roamed your body, his touch igniting every nerve, his voice a constant stream of praise and encouragement.
"Look at the camera," he urged, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. "I want to see your face."
You glanced over your shoulder, locking eyes with the lens once more. The sight of you, caught in the throes of passion, only fueled Joost's desire further. His movements became more urgent, his grip on your hips tightening, his fingers digging into your skin with a rough urgency as he drove you both closer to the edge.
"That's it, lejfe," he panted, his voice filled with reverence. "You're so perfect."
Joost raised his hand and brought it down hard on your skin, leaving a visible mark. The sharp sting mixed with the pleasure coursing through your body, eliciting a loud moan from deep within your throat. Each sensation heightened your arousal, amplifying the intensity of the moment as you surrendered to the rough passion between you.
The raw intensity of his words, coupled with the roughness of his movements, pushed you beyond the edge. You cried out, the climax washing over you in powerful waves, your body trembling with the force of it. Joost followed closely behind, his own release a guttural groan of satisfaction as he thrust deep within you, the camera capturing every moment of your shared ecstasy. You felt his warmth filling you as he pumped rhythmically, and when he withdrew, the camera documented your combined fluids trickling out, a tangible testament to the passion that had consumed you both.
Joost collapsed beside you on the bed, turning the camera to face him as he caught his breath. "That was incredible, lejfe," he said, his voice still thick with desire. "So perfect."
He reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch tender despite the intense passion that had just transpired. "You were amazing," he murmured, his eyes softening as they met yours.
You smiled, still breathless, and snuggled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. The camera, now set aside, seemed to fade into the background as the intimacy between you deepened. Joost wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a gentle embrace.
"Did you like it?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and affection.
You nodded, your heart still racing. "Yes, it was... interesting," you replied, a soft laugh escaping your lips.
Joost chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'm glad. You mean everything to me, lejfe."
His words sent a warm feeling through you. You lay there together, the afterglow of your shared experience enveloping you in a cocoon of contentment.
After a moment, Joost picked up the camera again, this time turning it off and setting it aside with more care. He looked back at you, his expression a mix of love and satisfaction.
"Let's stay like this for a while," he suggested, his voice gentle.
You nodded, nestling into his embrace. As the two of you lay there, the world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the comfort and warmth of each other's presence.
A successful concert was the perfect reason to plonk down on the couch and smoke a joint. That was the first thing Joost did when he opened the door to his living room, holding you continuously in his arms. He gently placed you on the soft cushions, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he settled beside you, taking a slow drag from the joint between his fingers. The first tendrils of smoke curled between you, filling the air with a musky, herbal scent.
“I can feel you lookin at me, y’know,” you giggled with eyes closed, a sweet moan escaped your lips as he sat you on his lap, not shying away from the physical contact.
“Can you blame me?” He asked softly, his breath warm on your skin as his lips ghosted over your shoulder. “I was up there on stage, and all I could think about was you.” He took another deep inhale, the smoke settling in his lungs before he exhaled it slowly, the plume of grey fog swirling and dancing around you. “God, I needed that,” he sighed, his shoulders relaxing as he slouched back against the couch. His head turned to face you, his gaze lazily roaming over your body. “You wanna try?” he offered, his hand finding its way to your thigh, gently stroking it.
You nodded, your eyes tracking the way his lips wrapped around the joint, taking another slow draw. Joost held the smoke in his lungs for a moment, and then leaned towards you, his lips hovering close to yours. “Open.”
You opened your mouth slightly, curiosity mixing with a hint of nervousness as his head dipped lower. Joost exhaled slowly, and you felt the warm, spicy smoke fill your mouth as his lips pressed against yours in a soft, languid kiss. He pulled away slowly, eyes watching as you exhaled the smoke in a thin, curling stream, your heartbeat picking up speed in your chest. You hadn't mentioned it to him before, but it was the first time you had been exposed to any kind of stimulants, although it was rather obvious from your sour face, which you were clumsily trying to hide. Joost couldn't help but chuckle at the contorted expression, his hand gently tilting your chin up so that you looked at him. “You’re cute when you’re stoned,” he teased, his finger tracing the contour of your face. “Your eyes get all lazy and heavy-lidded.”
You stumbled slightly, the room spinning a bit as the weed took effect. Joost steadied you with a firm grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin slightly. “Careful,” he murmured, his lips close to your ear. “Don’t want you falling off my lap just yet.”
“It's just... getting very hot here.” You managed to mumble, rubbing against his crotch. Joost let out a soft gasp, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. He turned to place the joint on the coffee table, needing two free hands to take care of you properly. Your actions had caught him off guard, and his hand tightened on your thigh, his fingers digging into your flesh.
“Jesus, you're not wasting any time,” he muttered, his gaze darkening as he looked down at you. He moved suddenly, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. His hands slid up your sides slowly, his palms splaying against your bare skin as he pushed your shirt up, exposing your midriff. “Much better,” he murmured, his eyes sweeping over your bare torso appreciatively. “I like having you like this, on my lap. You look good on me, you know that?”
“I want you,” you moaned, moving your mouth to his ear. “I want you so bad it's driving me crazy.” A low groan escaped Joost's lips as your words hit his ears, his fingers flexing against your hips. As you moved again on his lap, you felt a bulge forming beneath you, giving you goosebumps.
“Undo my belt, schatje,” you were a little surprised by the harshness in his voice, but the use of the dutch pet name sent a shiver down your spine, making your heart flutter in your chest. You reached up, your fingers trembling slightly as you fumbled with the buckle of his belt. When you finally undid it, Joost's hand captured your wrist, holding it firmly. “Just keep them there,” he whispered, his voice low and commanding.
You swallowed hard, your heart beating faster in your chest as you nodded. Joost's gaze held yours for a moment, his eyes flickering with a combination of desire and something darker, more intense.
Then, he let go of your wrist, his hands moving to his jeans.
He quickly unbuttoned them, the sound loud in the silence of the room. The zip was undone next, and then he pushed them down, kicking them off. Your eyes dropped to his lap instinctively, and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning. Joost chuckled softly, noticing the direction of your gaze. “See something you like?” he teased, voice low and velvety.
At this point you couldn't wait any longer. In the blink of an eye, you found yourself on the floor, kneeling in front of him. He looked down at you, a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, his gaze roaming over your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and parted lips.
Joost was a different person when he was under the influence; he was more calm, but the way he fucked you made you think you did something wrong to him.
“Go ahead.” He encouraged, “I hope you’re better at this than you are at smoking a joint.”
Otherwise, this comment would make you feel offended, but not then. You nodded obediently, taking him into your mouth eagerly. He moaned when he felt your tongue swirling circles over his tip and his eyes flutter closed. Meanwhile, he took one last drag on the joint, tilting his head back. “That’s it, pretty girl.”
Your pace quickened, sucking and stroking him with a new hunger, pulling off of him to spit on his tip before taking him back into your mouth. Joost's hands tangled themselves in your hair, pulling softly on the strands as he lost himself in the rhythm. You wanted to take your time with him at first, but Joost was not a patient man; he grabbed your head and held it into place before he began to fuck your mouth. “Fuck, look a’ you. Takin’ me so fuckin well.” He continued to praise you as your mouth worked him up, moaning into the darkness of his living room. The more you heard his pretty voice and his sincere compliments, the more you wanted to please him.
Joost studied your face for a moment, a mixture of amusement and desire in his eyes. “Such a good-fucking-girl. Fuck, baby, I'm so close.”
His hips stuttered and his thighs shook slightly on either side of you, waves of pleasure rolling through his body and he finally released thick, white strands of cum onto your tongue. Joost swore he was on fire and was melting beneath you.
You coughed a bit, regaining a bit of composure before Joost grabbed a handful of your hair and brought you into a kiss.
The kiss was hungry, almost desperate, as if he was drinking you in, devouring you. He gently tugged on your hair, sitting you back on his lap. His tongue teased against your lips, silently demanding entrance, and he groaned softly as you granted it, his hand tightening in your hair. He pulled you against him, impossibly close, his body a firm press of warm, hard muscle and coiled tension. “My baby, you have no idea how much I couldn’t wait to get off that stage,” he murmured against your skin, his soothing tone almost making you cry. “I wanted you in my arms, where you belong.”
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