CHERRY WAVES ; (joost klein)
Tags: f!reader, fuckboy/soft dom!joost (he’s kinda sweetie tho I literally cant write him as a straight asshole for the life of me srry), fwb, some angst, porn with plot, m!oral receiving, f!oral receiving, p in v unprotected (mentions of contraception), dirty talking, slight degradation/degrading words, creampies (yum), toxic sex… yet again, mentions of alcohol/slight mentions of drugs.
Word count: 5.2k+
Warnings: smut, dni if you’re under 18. Also RPF, if that’s not ur deal than literally just go lmao. Slightly proofread ofc.
Note: ok I wanted to actually challenge myself to not write in the first person for REALSIES and this was the end product of that. Also of course I just love writing fucked up scenerios, it’s my charm sry. Love u divas.
It was approximately eleven thirty at night, too early; yet too late. Too early to make bad decisions but too late to make good decisions. Exactly what you loved. The period of the night where maybe that last mixed drink, that last drunk cigarette and that last line was truly a bad idea. The point of the night where you found your phone in your hands, texting a certain man; after telling your friends, ‘fuck him, I’m done with this bullshit’ for the millionth time. But that was always a lie, wasn’t it? You always found a way to crawl back to the situation on broken legs and bruised egos.
It hasn’t been like this though, when you first met him, he was actually sweet; somebody you attempted to date. He tried to impress you by taking you out to nice places, sending you flowers at work and holding your hand in public; until you caught wind that he actually was dating multiple people and you were just one cog in the very big machine. Yet, somehow when you were broke down on his apartment floor, sobbing over it; him telling you ‘we were never that serious, but if it makes you feel better — you’re my favorite.’ Did something in your head. Like you won a prize to a fucked up game.
And that’s exactly how tonight ended up, it started after your fourth or fifth drink and you pulling out your phone to notice he liked your Instagram story, the one posted with him mind, and you took to your messaging app sending a quick ‘hey’ and letting the conversation progress from there. Him sending you pictures of his hard dick from his bathroom and you sending sneakily taken pictures of your breasts from the clubs bathroom stalls; it finally progressing to him calling you and telling you how badly he needed you, well your body, tonight.
That’s how you ended up here, sitting in the elevator as you had your arms crossed across your chest as you let out a small shiver; almost jumping every time the elevator made a ‘ping’ sound. You knew you shouldn’t be here, when you told your friends where you were going, you could just see the look of disappointment and disgust in their eyes — as if just five hours before you weren’t telling them how much you hated his guts and how you were truly done this time, declaring him a loser.
The elevator crept up to his floor and you let out a small sigh and bit onto your lip, pulling your purse farther up your arm and pushed against the wall; standing infront of the door. Smoothing out your tiny dress and rearranging the way your breasts sat in it. You felt pathetic sitting there, letting the doors slide open as you slowly began to inch to the front door of his apartment; hearing the soft hum of music and conversations on the other side. Grimacing, you hated hanging around his friends only because it put in perspective how stupid this situation always made you felt — it made you feel like a prized heffer that was just bought off at the county fair.
You knew why you kept coming back, you liked him — maybe even loved him. It’s been the back and forth of this for years, at this point. Truly the definition of a ‘situationship’, as cringe as that word was; it’s been three years of him using you when it felt convenient just to drop you when he found himself in a short lived relationship or when he got mad that he noticed a man in your Instagram comments or when he was on tour for months at a time, doing god knows what. But nobody knew what it was like between you guys when it was quiet and he held you as he pet your hair; telling you how much he cared for you and that you were truly the most important person in his life. Telling you that he wishes things were different for both of you guys.
You pulled your hand up and balled your fist, quickly rapping it against the door. Hearing some back and forth until the door started unlocking; swinging open to reveal none other than the man that was just texting you about how ‘he’s going to absolutely demolish your body tonight’ an hour go.
He smiled and from the look on his face you could already tell that he had a few too many, as his eyes traveled down to your tits and back up to your face.
“Schatje..” he pulled you into a hug and sloppily kissed the top of your head.
“Hi Joost.” You whispered into his chest, taking in the smell of shirt; slightly floral with a hint of cigarette smoke.
He pulled back and grabbed onto your shoulder; pulling you into the spacious apartment that was currently congested with familiar and not-so familiar faces. It always seemed like he was picking up friends like they were trading cards.
A couple familiar faces gave you a quick wave or nod, never daring to actually strike up a conversation with you. Its like they knew you were off limits, even if you weren’t with him; you were still his.
He leaned down to your ear and let his mustache tickle at your skin; “do you want a drink?” He whispered and you nodded, letting out a soft ‘yes, please’ as he dropped his hand to your ass and gave it soft pat before heading to the kitchen.
You made your way over to the free spot that was calling your name; the arm chair that you always end up sitting in front of whenever you’re here, head in his lap as he softly pet the back of it, between pushing it down onto his hard cock.
Blushing to yourself, sinking down onto the chair as he came back into the living room; carrying a glass that had a sickly looking red to it. He scanned the room carefully before his eyes landed on you, hurriedly moving to the chair and motioning for you to stand up. Giving a confused look but complying, moving onto your feet as he quickly replaced the space you were taking up; directing you to sit in his lap.
Staring down at him and tilting your head, you raised an eyebrow and slowly turned back around, sinking down onto his lap as your back hit into the arm of the chair. “See, that wasn’t so hard.” He leaned up to whisper in your ear, handing you the cup of the mysterious red liquid. Taking a sniff you came to the conclusion that was just punch with a strong vodka odor, taking a small sip.
The conversation carried around you as you felt his hand rest on your knee, rubbing the skin with his thumb as he started debating something frivolous with his friends. You continuously simple mindedly sipped on the drink, noticing how strong he made it as you stared off into space; wondering why you were even here, sitting on his lap and not contributing to the conversation, like you were just a doll to play with. Until you felt his hand start to run up your exposed thigh and give it squeeze and you felt your core muscles tighten — realizing you were exactly where you wanted to be, even if it was demeaning to yourself.
Your ears pricked up when you heard the mention of your name, picking your head up and looking over to one of the guys seated on the couch diagonal from you two; you’ve met him before but couldn’t recall his name, he always gave you the creeps with the way he looked at you and you’ve told Joost that on multiple occasions.
“I was just asking Mr. Klein over there about you earlier, actually.” He let out a small laugh and picked the corner of his mouth into a small smirk.
Your lips dropped into a frown and eyebrows furrowed into eachother, “me? Why?” You turned back to face the man who’s lap you were sitting on, watching his face sparkle with amusement.
“Just because we hear him talk about great your pussy is, at least, once- fuck, maybe even twice a week and I was just wondering if he ever would share with one of us.” He let out a cackle as he threw his back, the other men in the circle following suit in his laughter.
Your cheeks burned as you felt the man underneath you began to shake with laughter, you grabbed his hand from your thigh and pushed it off; standing up and shooting a glare down at him as he looked up at you with a smile, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head.
Swiftly turning on your heels and walking away from the embarrassment, hearing one them make a ‘oh no, she’s maaaaad’ comment in a mocking tone. Throwing the rest of your drink back, hearing their laughter get quieter as you walked down the hall, entering the bathroom and slamming the door behind you.
Resting the cup on the counter and leaning over to lock the door; leaning back forward, resting your hands on the cool tile of the counter as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Tears began to slightly push against the barrier of your eyelashes, closing your eyes tight as you felt the tears spill over your cheeks. God, it always ended up like this — feeling like an idiot for just wanting to be close to him, be apart of his world. It was like some masochistic ritual, almost like you enjoyed the pain this causes you.
There was a slightly jiggle of the doorknob and a soft knock, hearing the blonde’s voice on the other side of the door; calling out your name. You stood up straight and faced the door, “what the fuck do you want?”
“First of all, this is my fucking flat. Don’t use that tone on me.” He said through the door, “and while you’re at it, don’t slam my fucking doors either. We’ve had that conversation before.”
You rolled your eyes, knowing how many times you two have fought in this apartment; slamming his doors or him threatening to throw your phone out his window.
“I’m going to give you to the count of five,” he began, “one…. Two…. Three…”
Sighing out, you leaned forward and unlocked the door; not opening it as you took a few steps back, letting your back hit the wall, putting some space between you and the door. You watched the door swing open as he walked in, closing it behind him as kept his eyes on you.
“What was that about?” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“That was single handely one the most embarrassing moments you’ve ever put me in. And you embarrass me a lot.” You copied his body language, folding your arms; reaching one of your hands up to wipe at the tears that were left over on your cheek.
“I embarrass you? Oh, get fucking real. You do a good job doing that to yourself.” He stepped towards you, “you’re lucky I even put my dick inside you. That I even allow you to cum on my fingers.”
You let your hands fall and brought one up to push against his arm, mumbling about ‘stupid bullshit’ and ‘I’m leaving.’ He grabbed onto your wrist as you tried to push past him and spun you around to face him. Looking up at him, he had a look in his eyes that almost felt like it was going to burn a hole into your head but there was something deeper, you’ve seen the look million times before; lust.
“Let me go, Joost.” You said as as you tried to pretend this didn’t turn you on, feeling that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach.
“And if I don’t?” He smirked as you both knew this game all too well; it always happened like this.
“I hate you.” You spat at him and bit your lip, this was your guys’ form of foreplay.
“Say it again.” He brought his face down to yours; so you could smell the liquor and cigarettes on his breath.
“I fucking hate you.”
He brought his other hand up to your face and grabbed onto your cheeks, forcefully. Pressing his lips onto yours, letting some of the pressure away from his fingers and you feverishly moved your lips against his; moving your tongue onto his lower lip, begging for entrance and he pulled back, making a ‘tsk’ sound at you.
“That’s only reserved for people who don’t hate me.” He moved his head down to your neck and pressed a kiss to the flesh and licked a stripe up to your ear; “now turn around and place your hands on the fucking counter, bitch.”
You let a small smile take over your mouth and bit your lower lip, as he released your wrist and turned around to face away from him, placing your hands flat against the the counter, the coolness of the tile giving you slight reassurance against the heat of your skin. Leaning slightly forward; looking into the mirror as you watched him behind you, his eyes meeting yours.
“Spread your legs.” He brought his hands to your hips as he pushed his foot in between yours; rubbing your hips through the fabric of your dress. Moving your legs apart as you felt your dress creep up the back of your thighs, his hands moving to the hem of your dress and pushing it up over your ass and rubbing his thumbs over the bare cheeks. “These underwear, huh?” He quipped as he pushed his pointer finger under the cloth of your thong, pulling it away from your flesh; letting the cool stagnant air hit your skin. “You didn’t even know you were gonna come see me tonight and you chose these? God, you’re such a slut.” He chuckled as he moved his hands up to your hips, hooking his fingers into the elastic and pulling them down the mound of your backside.
You watched from the mirror as he dropped to his knees behind you, tapping the side of your leg; as you lifted it up, him pulling your underwear over your foot and repeating it on the other side. Throwing them off to the side as he brought his hands back up to your upper thighs, gripping onto the skin and pulling it apart at the center; exposing your most sensitive area to him.
“Mmm, zo mooi.” He whispered to himself, bringing his thumb up to run it against your folds as you let out a soft cry.
He quickly pulled back and stood up from his position as his eyes met yours in the mirror again, taking a step back; “you don’t deserve my mouth on your pussy, to be honest. That’s going to have to be earned after saying such a hurtful thing to me.” He leaned forward and brought his hand to your shoulder, grabbing onto it.
“Yeah? What did you have in mind?” You turned your head slightly, trying to get a peek of the man that was currently driving you crazy.
He smiled and rubbed his thumb against your shoulder blade, “why don’t you suck me off and see where it goes from there? That could maybe make up for what you said.” He quickly stepped back and brought his hands down to his belt, quickly undoing it with a smirk.
You turned around to face him and slowly started sinking down to your knees, always somehow in pain and bruised after leaving his apartment. Bringing your hands up to start to unbutton his pants; you watched him through your eyelashes, him biting down on his lip and moving his hand to cradle the back of your head. Pulling down on the zipper you moved your hands to waistband of his pants and pulled down; the tent of his underwear coming into perfect view. You reached your hand up and placed it onto the outline of his dick as you palmed him softly, hearing him take in a sharp breath as his fingers tightened around the back of your head.
“Don’t be a fucking tease,” he said through gritted teeth, “suck my dick.”
You brought your fingers up to the hem of his underwear as you hooked them onto the elastic; tugging them down as you brought your other hand up to desperately grab at the fabric on the other side of his boxers, pulling at them with urgency. His hardened dick sprung freely, his usually pink head now sporting a dark blush color and already leaking with precum. Bringing your hand back up, you took ahold of the base and pushed your head forward; opening your mouth, letting your tongue fall out as the head fell on the center of it. Pushing your head forward, letting it fully enter your mouth as you could hear him letting out soft grunts and moans above you; swirling your tongue over the sensitive bulb.
As you worked yourself up and down his dick, you could feel his fingers tangle in your hair as you brought your free hand up to his thigh; grabbing onto the Belgium tattoo to steady yourself. “Look up at me,” he moaned out, “let me see your eyes while you’re gagging on me.”
Blushing as you looked up through your eyelashes, his blue eyes connecting with yours and mouth slightly agape; letting out strings of curse words and moans. Moving yourself farther down as you fully engulfed him in your mouth; letting the head hit the back of your throat as he finally let out a strangled cry, grabbing onto your hair and pulling you back. “Liefde, that’s going to make me cum — I don’t want that just yet.”
Letting his length drop from your mouth as you sat back, tilting your head back and smiling up at him as his chest fell up and down in rapid motion, stroking him a few times; “you wanna take your time with me tonight, huh? Cute.” You teased him as he rolled his eyes and grabbed onto your forearm, pulling you from your kneeling position.
“You can say that if you want, my version is more I’m want to fuck you so hard and long you realize how good you have it with me.” He brought his hand up to the strap of your dress and pulled it down your shoulder, letting the fabric fall down your chest; exposing the mound of flesh to him. Leaning back against the counter as he brought his fingers over to pinch at the the nipple, tugging on it slightly and twirling it between his thumb and pointer finger, moving his other hand to pull down the other strap and fully exposing your chest to him.
He dropped his head to your chest and took your nipple between his lips, sucking at it harshly as his fingers worked on the opposite one. Dropping your head back, letting it lull to the side as you let out soft desperate cries and moans; “please, Joost.”
He pulled away from your nipple, keeping his head close to your chest, “please what, baby?” He his hot breath hitting your skin as he dropped his hand from your chest to your thigh; grabbing onto it and squeezing it.
“Please… please fuck me.” You whined out, pushing your body into his; letting his dick press into your bare thigh as he let out a small grunt.
“Yeah? Is that what you want from somebody that you hate so much?” He picked his head up, bringing his hand up to grab onto your chin; forcing you to look at him, “let me hear you beg for it then. On your knees.” He took a step back freeing you from his grasp as you bit down on your lower lip, setting your palms down onto the edge of the counter; pushing your weight up and standing fully on your feet.
Staggering forward as you dropped down to your previous position, resting comfortably on your shins, bringing your hands up to his thighs and grabbing onto them. Looking up to him as began to stroke himself over your head, his gaze meeting yours and letting a smirk over take his lips; “you’re always so beautiful from this position, schat.” He whispered.
“Joost,” you whispered, letting a blush over take your cheeks, “please. Please fuck me.” You rubbed your fingers over the skin of his thighs, “what’s that? I can’t hear you.” the motion of his hands getting sloppier, one thing you always loved about your escapades here; he knew how to last and go multiple times in one night.
You blushed even deeper shade of pink and licked over your lips, “please. Joost. Please, pretty please… fuck me. I know I’ve been a bad girl but please. Let me make it up to you. Please.” You spoke up, louder this time. He brought his hand to the back of your head again and pushed it forward slightly, moving his other hand to forcefully push his dick against your cheek; almost in a slapping manor as he let go of it.
“Stand up, turn around and lean over the counter.” He murmured, letting go of your head as pushed your body off of the ground and hurriedly turned around so your back faced him; looking at him through the mirror again as you bent the upper half of your body over the counter. He leaned forward and pushed your dress farther up your back as he moved his hand onto the small of your back; taking a step forward as he looked at you through the mirror, “you keep your eyes on me, ja?”
You nodded rapidly as you felt his tip come in contact with your folds, swiping through them slowly; eliciting a small moan from your throat. Keeping your eyes on him as you noticed his eyes fixated on where his body was meeting yours, biting on his lip and bringing his hand from your back to the area where your thigh met your most intimate parts; softly taking the skin underneath his fingers and pulling it away from its position, giving him better access to watch.
He finally guided himself into you, pushing his head into your aching hole; stopping and looking up to meet your eyes in the mirror.
“Tell me who owns this pussy.”
Your lip quivered as the knot in your stomach slowly started unraveling, “you do.”
He smiled as brought his free hand up to your shoulder blade and gave it a pat; “good girl.” He remarked as he swiftly thrusted himself inside you, moving his other hand up to roughly grab onto your hip.
Letting out a gasp as you felt him stretch around you, never fully being able to get used to the sensation; he quickly pulled back out and pushed himself in, this time even deeper, fully bottoming out inside you as you began to let out euphoric moans and soft strangled cries of glee. He trailed his hand up to back of your neck, moving his fingers into the strands of your hair; gripping at them from the base of your neck, taking a hold of you forcefully.
“Tell me how much you love my cock,” he stared at you in the mirror, mouth agape, “how much you love it when I fuck you like this.” He let out a deep breath from his nose.
Whimpering out as every thrust became deep, hitting into your core each time as you watched him pick his free hand up and bringing it down onto your ass, smacking it with force. “Fuck! I love your cock, I love when you fill me like this, I love when you fuck me and remind this is what I’m good for.” You blurted out as another smack followed.
He nodded in approval as he brought his hand up from your ass and snaked it around to the front of your body; pinching at your nipple and trailing his fingers up your throat, giving it a slight squeeze.
He groaned out, “open your mouth.” You complied and he brought his hand up and pushed his fingers past your lips and letting them rest on your tongue for a second before moving them to hook onto the side of your mouth; pulling it open and moving his thumb to your cheekbone, rubbing at it softly.
His thrusts started to get sloppier as he pulled his arm back, keeping the strong grip onto your neck and pulling you up with it; letting your back hit his chest as pulled his hand from your neck and dropped them to the front of your body. Letting his fingers creep in between your legs as his thumb found your clit, pressing down into it and began rubbing small circles. “Fuck- shit, im gonna cum.” He whispered in your ear as you felt that knot almost completely unravel to its end in your lower stomach, “please cum for me, Joost.” You struggled to whisper out past his fingers, knowing how much he always loved when you said his name during sex.
He leaned down to press a kiss to your shoulder to stifle a loud moan as he pulled out and pushed into you once more; pausing as you suddenly felt yourself feel fuller and wetter than before, realizing that for the one thousandth time, he laid his claim on you.
He let out shaky breath as he picked his hand up from your sensitive nub and dropping his fingers from your mouth, bringing his hands to your hips as he slowly pulled himself out from you, gritting his teeth as everything felt so sensitive. Feeling empty as he fully removed himself and took a step back, you brought your hands back down onto the counter to stablize yourself.
He leaned over and grabbed a few sheets of the toilet paper, folding it carefully as he brought it down and wiped it through your folds carefully; discarding it into the garbage. He places his hands on your hips, spinning your body around to face him and brought his hands to your thighs and hooked them underneath; pulling your body up onto the edge of the counter top, positioning you into a sitting position.
Your eyebrow raised up and looked down to him, watching as he got down to his knees and placed his hands on your knees and pulling them apart.
You bit your lip, “no- wait you don’t have t-“ you began but he simply let out a small ‘shhhh’, before sinking his middle and ring finger into your aching hole. You closed your eyes firmly, letting out a small choke as you moved your hand down; instinctively grabbing onto his hair.
“I got to cum, it’s your turn now.” He whispered out as he brought his lips to your inflamed clit, giving it a soft kiss before flattening out his tongue and slowly dragging it over it.
You let out a mewl, “‘m sensitive, I’m not gonna last long.” You felt the words coming out of your mouth, feeling so foreign as your brain was moving a million miles a minute; it was when he did things like this for you that you thought maybe, actually, he wasn’t that bad at all. That somewhere underneath the layers of asshole, there was a sweet guy who actually, just maybe, liked you — even if just a little bit.
He circled his tongue around your sensitive bud as he closed his lips around it, sucking in feverishly as he worked his fingers in and out of you; you continuously pulling on his hair, letting out strained cries and feeling tears spill down your cheeks. The rope in your stomach was finally at its last couple of inches as you cried out his name and convulsed, letting your head fall back into the mirror as your pushed against his head, trying to separate his mouth from the area.
He pulled his fingers slowly out as you gained the strength to pick your head back up, looking down to him with half lidded eyes. He stood back up, towering over your slumped body as he leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead and mumbled something about, ‘wait here.’ Quickly pulling his underwear and pants back up legs; not bothering to do up his belt and quickly exiting the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Twenty minutes later after you finally gained the muscle to stand up, use the restroom, redress yourself and rid your face of the smeared makeup, there was a soft knock at the door followed by it opening as you turned around to face him as he re-entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
“Most of the guys are still here, just put these on and go lay in my bed. Its late and you can just spend the night — we can go grab a plan b in the morning.” He said in a low voice and handed you one of his tshirts and boxers, “get some rest and I’ll come join you when I get them the fuck out of here, okay?”
You nodded and held the clothes in your arms as he pressed his lips together, raking his eyes down your body and letting out a soft sight as he turned on his heels and left you to your own devices again.
You managed to get your heels off quickly and change into the clean clothes he gave you; taking a look at yourself in the mirror. Feeling the familiar lump in your throat as you held the fabric of your dress close to your chest; pinching the fabric and rubbing it in between the pads of your fingers while holding onto your shoes in your other hand.
It was these times when stuff like this happened that made you keep coming back for more; sharing his clothes with you, sending you flowers at work after mentioning you had a hard day, sending you a random meme on Instagram with a message attached going ‘I saw this and thought of u:D.” Where you thought that maybe you had somewhat more of a deeper connection with him rather than just somebody he calls when he’s horny and lonely. That’s until you see him in an insta story with another woman, or being constantly reminded that you guys are not exclusive so he can do whatever — or whomever — he wants.
Sighing as you quickly left the bathrooms, thankful that the noise and chatter had died down and the air was a lot fresher out here than it was in there; you walked to the end of the hall and made it to his bedroom, walking in and setting your discarded clothes on his chair that sat in front of his desk. Moving over to the bed and dropped down onto it, climbing under the covers as you pulled your knees to your chest and closing your eyes; pushing back the tears that kept threatening to spill over your cheeks.
You knew one thing, whatever fucked up game you guys kept playing hurt but, you simply weren’t willing to exit the court and let yourself be disqualified; at least just yet.
A/N: ngl this was a little difficult for me because I wanted to challenge myself but alas; here we are! I swear I’m just getting started lmao I’ve been listening to a lot of Korn lately and I feel like a lot of their songs inspired this so everybody say thank u Jonathan Davis. Anyways I love yall.
