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MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: @fuckmyskywalker introduced me to the concept of talking to a pussy i think via an anakin smut post and it changed my life so i'd like to dedicate credit to the idea. WARNINGS: fem reader | sex in the suit | deadpool calls himself daddy ironically and talks to your pussy.
A deep groan reverberates from low in DEADPOOL's throat. "Baby, I can't believe how good you look right now, seriously never looked better." he praises, commending the space between your legs as she's stuffed full of every inch of his dick. Another inexplicable thing about his mutation—he grew.
"'Talking to my pussy again, Wade?" you scoff, amused and breathless as you rock back on him, tossing a glance at him over your shoulder. Your spine is in a deep arch over the bed, and the nine inch heels you're wearing are the only reason you're able to compete with his height bent over like this.
"She needs to know what a good job she's doing otherwise she'll get discouraged. Poor thing needs a lot of love." he refutes your judgement, however playful, lovingly stroking the flesh of your ass with his glove. "Give us some privacy, please. Jesus." he tsks, shaking his head at you while you bury your face in the mattress. If his dick wasn't yanking your brains out along with it, you might have more to say. He turns his attention back where your bodies conjoin. "Thank God I put zipper on this thing. Who knew a onesie would be such a hassle to take a piss in?" The sounds of the room are filled with him running his mouth and your cunt's wet responses when he pulls out and shoves back in. "Now look at us." A particularly moistured sound squirts out, and he laughs knowingly, like your hole's said something entertaining at a tea party. "Zipper makes it too easy, you know? We've gotta stop meeting like this, maybe next time we can just sit and talk—"
"Wade!" you giggle, banging your fist onto the mattress. "Just fuck me, already!"
"Don't worry about her, she's just jealous." he tells your cunt, "You and I have something special, don't we? 'Specially when Daddypool says to christen the suit." A wave of wetness wells up from his comment, and he gasps in pleasant surprise. "Oh, you like that, you dirty thing. Next time I crotch-shot a bad guy he'll smell you all over, is that what you want, you freak? C'mere, I'll give you something real to leak about." Big rough hands grip on your hips, slamming into you so hard your ass ripples from the effect, and your happy pussy gargles around the dick it chokes on.
*speaks in old man’s language 🐝🌸
его девушка
“his girl”
Yuki Tsunoda x alpinedriver!reader
Instagram au
Summary reader and Yuki soft launch over the 2024 season, starting from friends to lovers <3
Note I’ve never done a social media au so forgive if it’s janky. Not proof read
PART ONE
January
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Y/N.jpg much needed rest over the winter with friends!
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Pierregasly slacking off I see?
Y/N.jpg as if you’re working 😗
Maxverstappen1 see you in February!
Y/N.jpg missing you!!!!
User1 ohhhhh she ate that
User2 I’m literally in love with her
Yukitsunoda0511
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Yukistunoda0511 Relax time 📸
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Pierregasly 🐐🐐🐐
Yukistunoda0511 👑👑👑
zhouguanyu24 working hard or hardly working?
Yukitsunoda0511 never working 👎
visacashapprb enjoy your holiday Yuki! Well deserved after this season!
User1 were he and Y/N together?? I swear she posted from the same boat
User2 NOOOO I THOUGHT SO TOO!!!
User3 I mean they are friends lmao
March
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F1GOSSIP spotted! Yuki Tsunoda - rb driver, Y/N L/N - alpine driver and Pierre Gasly - alpine driver were seen arriving in Melbourne together for the Australian GP earlier this morning!
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User1 best trio I love them
User2 where was Kika??
User3 she came a day before
User4 READY FOR ALPINE POINTS!!!!
User5 only Yuki can save us #alpinetractor
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Story!
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Yukitsunoda0511 G’dayy 🇦🇺
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User1 I just know Pierre took those pics
User2 coffeedate??
User3 the fit🔥🔥🔥
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Y/N.jpg Hello Australia!!!!!! 🐨🐨
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Yukistsunoda0511 ☕️🩵
Y/N.jpg ☕️☕️🩷
Pierregasly I see I wasn’t invited
Y/N.jpg Kika said you were busy!!!!
Yukitsunoda0511 you weren’t invited
Pierregasly I see how it is.
User1 ugh I am IN LOVE
User2 her hair ❤️🔥❤️🔥👩🏼👩🏼
User3 she’s so classy tf
User4 if alpine’s are tractors she’s a hot farmer
User5 serving pearl 👩🏼🌾🪓
Part two coming soon
Dating Yuki Tsunoda moodboard <3
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
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Coquette!reader
|| Joost Klein x Coquette!gf
Headcannons sfw & nsfw
I haven’t written fanfiction in a hot minute. It’s been like 5 months! Exams were my priority but it’s finally over! Don’t expect greatness because my writings VERY rusty lol, love ya <3
~ not proof read so sorry for grammer or spelling mistakes ~
SFW
Firstly, Joost loves how you look together in photos. Your cute little pink outfits next to his black and leather, you compliment each other perfectly. He can’t get over the almost humorous contrast.
Joost loves to surprise you with unexpected gifts. On tour he picks you up little trinkets from tacky gift shops and back street markets, he’s always on the search for the next shiny little thing for your night stand.
Following this, he likes to slip little notes into your tiny purses and clutches. Affectionately written sticky notes in his scrawled handwriting, professing his love and adoration for you.
We all know Joost has a love for his hair, in interviews numerous times he’s said it’s his favourite part of himself. This, naturally, goes with your hair too. He loves brushing it, threading his fingers through the soft locks. However, most of all, he loves tying the little pink bows into your plaits.
Despite your… obviously contrasting music taste - he doesn’t mind a bit of Lana Del Rey. Aslong as you’re happily nodding your head along to ultraviolence, he’s happy too.
Joosts favourite thing in the world is kissing you. He truly could spend hours littering tiny pecks over your face.
Cuddling in bed is close too, holding your smaller figure against his side and pressing lovingly kisses into your soft hair, the scent of your Miss Dior filling his senses, driving him crazy.
Joost is famous for his bold style choices, and you may think it would be totally different to yours, boy he wouldn’t mind matching a few pearl necklaces now and again. He just wants to make you happy.
Nsfw
Firstly, Joost is KINKY asf, and isn’t afraid to try some things with you. One of his favourite things to do in bed is tie your hands together, and what does he do it with? A pink bow to match your lacy pink lingerie. He just can’t help it! You look so cute!
Speaking on lingerie, Joost loves to buy you sets. Coming back from tour with a carefully wrapped white box, letting you unwrap it on the bed only to find a little lacy two peice he just can’t wait to rip off you.
Joost loves you very much, and you know it, yet the poor boy just can hold himself back :( seeing your prettily done makeup smudged, mascara seeping down your flushed cheeks gives him all the reasons in the world to treat you like you’re worthless in bed.
I’m so certain Joost would have a corruption kink, nothing gets him quite as excited as ruining a pretty little thing like you, showing you your innocence is just a facade.
Joost is 100% A MUNCH. All he can think about when he sees you in pretty little skirts is flipping them over and burying his head beneath the frilly fabrics and kissing your sweet tasting pussy.
Whilst I fully believe Joost is rough and borderline violet during sex, he can still have his romantic moments. Lighting floral scented candles and decorating your pink bedsheets with rose petals, just to make love to you for hours on end. He loves to treat you like the princess you are, but only sometimes.
Last note - he isn’t shy to bully your pussy to a bit of Lana Del Rey <3
Sighhhh new headcannons not showing up in the tags!!!! Joost x coquette!gf just posted on my profile
|| Joost Klein x Coquette!gf
Headcannons sfw & nsfw
I haven’t written fanfiction in a hot minute. It’s been like 5 months! Exams were my priority but it’s finally over! Don’t expect greatness because my writings VERY rusty lol, love ya <3
~ not proof read so sorry for grammer or spelling mistakes ~
SFW
Firstly, Joost loves how you look together in photos. Your cute little pink outfits next to his black and leather, you compliment each other perfectly. He can’t get over the almost humorous contrast.
Joost loves to surprise you with unexpected gifts. On tour he picks you up little trinkets from tacky gift shops and back street markets, he’s always on the search for the next shiny little thing for your night stand.
Following this, he likes to slip little notes into your tiny purses and clutches. Affectionately written sticky notes in his scrawled handwriting, professing his love and adoration for you.
We all know Joost has a love for his hair, in interviews numerous times he’s said it’s his favourite part of himself. This, naturally, goes with your hair too. He loves brushing it, threading his fingers through the soft locks. However, most of all, he loves tying the little pink bows into your plaits.
Despite your… obviously contrasting music taste - he doesn’t mind a bit of Lana Del Rey. Aslong as you’re happily nodding your head along to ultraviolence, he’s happy too.
Joosts favourite thing in the world is kissing you. He truly could spend hours littering tiny pecks over your face.
Cuddling in bed is close too, holding your smaller figure against his side and pressing lovingly kisses into your soft hair, the scent of your Miss Dior filling his senses, driving him crazy.
Joost is famous for his bold style choices, and you may think it would be totally different to yours, boy he wouldn’t mind matching a few pearl necklaces now and again. He just wants to make you happy.
Nsfw
Firstly, Joost is KINKY asf, and isn’t afraid to try some things with you. One of his favourite things to do in bed is tie your hands together, and what does he do it with? A pink bow to match your lacy pink lingerie. He just can’t help it! You look so cute!
Speaking on lingerie, Joost loves to buy you sets. Coming back from tour with a carefully wrapped white box, letting you unwrap it on the bed only to find a little lacy two peice he just can’t wait to rip off you.
Joost loves you very much, and you know it, yet the poor boy just can hold himself back :( seeing your prettily done makeup smudged, mascara seeping down your flushed cheeks gives him all the reasons in the world to treat you like you’re worthless in bed.
I’m so certain Joost would have a corruption kink, nothing gets him quite as excited as ruining a pretty little thing like you, showing you your innocence is just a facade.
Joost is 100% A MUNCH. All he can think about when he sees you in pretty little skirts is flipping them over and burying his head beneath the frilly fabrics and kissing your sweet tasting pussy.
Whilst I fully believe Joost is rough and borderline violet during sex, he can still have his romantic moments. Lighting floral scented candles and decorating your pink bedsheets with rose petals, just to make love to you for hours on end. He loves to treat you like the princess you are, but only sometimes.
Last note - he isn’t shy to bully your pussy to a bit of Lana Del Rey <3
guns in the summertime, chic-a-cherry cola lime 💋 🍒
Tattoos | Joost Klein
part 1 of the Groupie Love series (masterlist post to come soon)
Description: joost klein x groupie! f!reader- After reader's third time seeing Joost perform live, she finally gets the courage to go up and talk to him following a brief encounter while he's on stage, testing just how far she can take things with him.
content: 18+ ONLY, NSFW RPF- MDNI- oral(m) receiving, fingering, thigh riding, p in v, reader and joost are both so horny it kind of hurts, actually, smoking. (i think that is it, feel free to lmk if i missed something!) only lightly proofread.
word count: 6432
The small venue is packed to the brim, the concentrated energy of a couple hundred people bounces from wall to wall, so ripe with excitement that it's almost tangible. The air is so thick and humid you swear you can see it. The lights are low, the venue lit by nothing but some dull lights way in the back. Your own heartbeat drums in your ears as your whole body buzzes with anticipation.
The stage lights come up, glowing a vibrant red, and you push yourself up further against the metal bars of the barricade, not wanting to spare an inch between you and the stage. It had been worth it- standing outside for far too many hours to guarantee you would be the first person inside the venue.
A familiar melody grazes your ears, booming from the giant speakers that surround you. Even then, the screams that result from the recognition of the song almost overtake the music itself.
You stare up at the man in front of you, as he stares back at the crowd through thick-rimmed glasses. Joost Klein- he has a hand in his hair, fidgeting with the messy blonde strands, white his head bops up and down to the beat of the song.
"Wie ben jij?" He says into the microphone, almost nonchalantly, scanning the crowd's reaction. Taking a few steps forward, "We ben jij," He repeats, "Ik ben een god."
Mere seconds into the song the crowd is already shouting every lyric back to him, using their full lung capacities to push out each word.
"Suck my dick, bitch!" He's practically screaming now, standing at the very edge of the stage, staring intently at all in attendance.
The room is electric, your bouncing body follows the direction of whichever way the crowd brings it. You're being bumped into from every direction, but that had been part of the fun.
"Suck my dick, bitch!" The crowd is screaming back at him, a wide, satisfied grin appearing on his face.
"What?!" He shouts, "I cannot hear you!" A hand cups his ear pointing it towards the crowd.
"Suck my dick, bitch!" The crowd yells even louder.
"C'mon, you have my consent!" He smirks, eyes grazing over the crowd. You swear he pauses once his gaze reaches yours, forcing you to swallow thickly. Your suspicions are only confirmed as you feel fingertips graze your arm in a playful slap, swinging your head to the side, you're greeted by your friend, her lips pulled into a smug grin, before turning into an outright smile, her head tipping in Joost's direction.
You waste no time in looking back up at him, pulling your bottom lip back to your teeth upon once again catching his watchful gaze. His eyebrows raise as he loops his thumb into the waistband of his pants, tugging at them slightly- if you hadn't been staring so intently, you would have missed it- an eye closing in a wink thrown right in your direction. His eyes linger for just a moment longer before he turns around, walking to the back of the stage,
"Houd niet van feestjes of je Facebook-event,"
You're standing at the front of the venue, back pressed against the counter that surrounds the bar. People are yelling barely intelligibly at the bartender, trying their best to be heard over the music that was still being played by the venue.
"I think Joost Klein may have given you his consent to suck his dick." Your friend smirks from beside you, drink in hand.
"Can't say I'd mind doing that," Your eyes flicker upward briefly picturing the scene.
"Yeah," She scoffs, "Like that wasn't your plan the whole time."
You bite the inside of your cheek, squeezing until it hurts. You roll your eyes,
"Hasn't worked yet," You shrug.
You scan the venue, your eyes examining each and every person who has stuck around. It's not much to analyze, the population of the place had to have decreased by at least half.
"There," Your friend points, her finger just barely in your peripheral vision.
"Hm?" You quickly whip your head towards her.
"There he is,"
Excitedly, your vision glides down her arm, towards the direction in which she's pointing. There he was indeed. Standing on the opposite end of the bar, seemingly looking at nothing.
"Give me your drink," You say excitedly,
"What? This was like 14 Euros."
You tilt your head to the side pleadingly.
"Fine." She huffs, handing you the half-empty plastic cup.
"Thank you!" You start, "Look, if I'm not back in like 20, you can go home without me."
"You go, cowgirl." She winks.
You take a deep breath, exhaling as you turn to walk away from your friend. Truth was, you were nervous to even talk to Joost, much less attempt to go any further than that. Fortunately, the part of you desperate to at least try far outweighed your nerves.
He's facing away from you, you stare at the back of his head, carefully rehearsing every move you plan to make. With each step you're nearing closer to him- closer and closer until, thud. Your drink falls to the ground, what liquid is left in the cup spilling all over the floor as your shoulder collides with Joost's.
The impact forces him to turn around, and your jaw slacks with a feigned shame for what had just happened,
"Oh my god, I am so sorry," You rush to say, your voice strained, like you really mean it, "God I knew I shouldn't have worn heels- I can be so clumsy, I totally tripped!" The words fall right out of your mouth, rushing to explain yourself away.
A smile appears on Joost's face, his head shaking.
"No- no don't be sorry" He reaches out a hand, waving it back and forth, "You're okay."
"Are you sure," You pout, "Oh-no I spilled all over your shoes!" You hurry to bend down, letting the fabric of your already short skirt rise up. You linger in that position, pretending to fidget with the cup in an attempt to pick it up. You eventually grasp the plastic firmly in your hands, crushing it as you lift it off the ground, standing back up. You don't bother to pull your skirt down from where it now sits at the way upper part of your thighs.
Joost coughs as to clear his throat, blinking rapidly,
"No-eh don't worry about the shoes, do you want another drink? On me, since my shoulder was what was in your way." He smiles, it's friendly and inviting like he really doesn't mind that you just spilled half a drink on him.
"Oh," You grin, trying your best to hide your nerves, "No that's alright, evidently I've had enough to drink." You suck in a breath, "God this is so embarrassing." You wince.
"Don't be silly, nothing to be embarrassed about," He shoots you a sympathetic look, "Let me throw that away for you." He motions a quick hand towards the flattened plastic in your hand.
"Oh- sure, thanks." You smile up at him. His fingers just barely ghost over yours as he takes the cup from your hand, the small interaction sends shivers down your spine. Your mind wanders for a moment, wondering, if that's how you reacted to a small touch, what would full skin-to-skin contact do to you.
He's back in an instant, hands now free of the cup he had just taken from you.
"Have I-" He pauses, cocking his head to the side, "Seen you before?- before tonight I mean."
"Yeah," You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear- shocked he had even noticed you, let alone remembered you. "I was at the show in Berlin two days ago- and- uh Amsterdam right before that." It sounded a little creepy now that you had said it out loud.
"Right," He grins, "And now we're here, in Belgium"
You stare up at him, finding his eyes with yours- it was taking everything in your power not to tremble, not to quiver, to not show any ounce of lacked confidence.
"Well, I'm honored you've come out to so many shows- and traveled so much too." He places a hand on his heart, nodding. His appreciation is obvious and genuine.
"No one else I'd come all this way to see," You shrug, "Besides, I don't think I could ever get sick of seeing your face." If this night was going to end in the sort of way you wanted it to, you were going to have to be up front.
"Ja?" His eyebrows raise, pupils blown wide, You bite at the inside of your lip, watching as Joost rubs his palm against his jaw, tilting his head to the side. He's about to speak again before you accidentally cut him off.
"Is that a Lola Bunny tattoo?" You ask, intrigued, pointing at the inked drawing splayed on the side of his neck.
"Oh-" His hand glides down to his neck, his palm flattening against the surface of the tattoo, "Yeah," he nods, "It's pretty recent, actually."
The thought of Joost actually getting the tattoo flashes through your mind. His head tilted to the side, exposing the flesh of his neck, wincing as the needle touches his skin.
"You have a lot of tattoos, don't you?" You're getting closer to where you want to be in this conversation, each word is spoken in anticipation of what Joost will say next.
"Like, 20 or something- probably." He looks down at his arms, you assumed he expected to see his own tattoos- instead the only thing that met his gaze was the white fabric of his long sleeve button up shirt.
You bite your lip, this was your chance, "Can I see them?" You bat your lashes, just subtly enough, feigning innocence like you had no clue about the ones he had below the belt.
He looks around, quickly examining the place,
"Sure, I can show you a couple right now," His hands fly to the collar of his shirt, ready to undo his tie.
"Only a couple?" You stare straight into his eyes, and letting your mouth fall into a little bit of a pout.
"Yeah, I-" He stops, furrowing his eyebrows before looking you up and down. "Actually," His words become slow, careful, and something in his eyes changes- causing your body to become hot under his intense gaze, "We don't have to stay here, I'll show you."
Your lips part, and you can't think of anything to respond, instead, your body is numbed by a tingling that persists through every nerve. You manage a slow nod, and Joost is quick to lead you from where the two of you had been standing.
Evidently, it had not been twenty minutes, truthfully, you had no clue how much time you had spent talking to Joost- but you're crossing paths with your friend once more. You slow down for a moment to shoot her a cheeky wink, before trailing behind Joost once again.
Joost opens a heavy white door, leading to the backstage area, he looks at you, cocking his head forward, ushering you along, "C'mon."
Your path to wherever he had been leading you was interrupted by another man, walking in the opposite direction of you two.
"Joost!" He smiles, "Man, waar ben je geweest?" (where have you been)
"Ik was aan het praten met... uh" (I was talking to...), He pauses for a moment, looking over to you, "I'm so sorry," He smiles, "I never caught your name."
"Y/n"
"Y/n" He looks back at the man.
"Ahh," The man nods, giving Joost a thumbs up.
Joost barely gives the man a goodbye before he's walking off again, leading you to another room. A dressing room you supposed- suited with a vanity mirror, some chairs, and a couch. It wasn't much. But you hadn't exactly expected much from a dingy club like this.
"You can sit down," He motions to the couch on the opposite end of the dressing room, you look back at him as you make your way over to it.
You're warm hot even, the tension in the room suddenly becoming palpable as Joost walks towards you, fidgeting with his tie, before pulling it off, and flinging it onto the arm of the couch.
"So," He begins, "Where should I start?" He's standing in front of you, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. You stare intently as each button comes undone, exposing more and more of the white tank top he wore as an undershirt. You take in a shaky breath, focusing on his hands, before slowly raising your head so you can meet his eyes.
"Hmm," You hum, "Which is your favorite?"
About 15 minutes later you're slumped a little more comfortably into the plush, velvety surface of the couch, drinking in the view as Joost grabs the end of the ribbed fabric of his tank top, pulling it up his stomach and over his head. Your breath hitches as he loses yet another article of clothing. You cross your legs, shifting in your spot on the couch-a familiar heat grows in your lower stomach.
"This one is Rayquaza- it's a pokemon." He points to the tattoo that sits on the side of his torso, "and this one," his hand moves to his shoulder, "Says 'Thanks for today'."
He stops, staring at you for a moment- a loss of words evident on his lips, still, you wait with bated breath to see what he was going to do next.
Nothing. He does fucking nothing. You have to pry,
"Do you have any more?" You lie- you know he does
"A few," He lets a lazy hand graze over his belt, stopping to palm the large metal buckle. It was like he was teasing you- like he knew what he was doing. "You want to see them?"
"Well," You're still focused on the tattooed knuckles that sit mere inches from you at eye level. You imagine how those fingers would look wrapped around your throat, or gripped around your jaw, or pulling at your hair. You bite your lip, blinking your way back to reality- "I mean, I did come here for the whole tour, right?" You look up at Joost with heavy-lidded eyes
"Right," He nods, his tongue gliding along his top teeth. The buckle is unclasped with a snap, and suddenly everything is real, you realize just how close he is to you. Dare you say you feel a little intimidated, the way he's standing over you, your sight line is barely at his waist. You ponder asking him if he needs help, saying you're probably at a better angle for getting the buttons on his pants undone- any excuse you can find to put your hands on him.
But you can't find the words- and surely if you tried to speak all that would come out of your throat would be dead air, a desperate croak. It was better to stay silent to maintain your air of confidence.
He doesn't seem to rush anything he's doing, instead, his eyes seem to be glued to you as he fully unbuckles his belt, letting each end hang down by his waist.
He fiddles with the buttons, popping them open before pulling at the zipper- but it doesn't budge.
"Fuck," He mutters under his breath- the expletive just barely intelligible, "It's stuck, could you-" He pauses for a moment, shifting glances between you and the zipper, "help?"
You nod slowly, your whole body enveloped in a tingling rush. You try to calm your trembling hand as you place it on his thigh for stability. You can't help but place your hand a little lower than where it had to be so you could slowly slide it upwards to get to a position that felt right. You tug at the zipper, and to your surprise- it immediately pulls gives. Your eyes flicker up towards him, and he gives you a knowing smile, nodding his head upwards- wordlessly telling you to keep going and unzip the full length of the zipper.
By this point, you're sure the two of you are on the same page about what you want, and it only adds to the anticipation. Slowly, keeping your hand braced on his thigh, you pull down the rest of the zipper.
You're biting down so hard on your cheek that you'll probably be able to taste blood any minute now.
"There," You respond, timid, your voice raising to a higher pitch.
He doesn't thank you, instead, he resumes his attention to the task at hand, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his pants, pulling slightly before letting them drop down below his knees.
Your body aches at the sight of the newly exposed skin, so close to having him where you wanted him- where you needed him.
"So this one," His hand points to the inked outline on his upper thigh. "Is of Belgium, actually"
"Hmm," You hum, "You know- I had pretty good marks in geography back in school- so if that's Belgium, then we should be right around," You drag out the sound of the last word as you swirl your finger in a circle, before placing your finger in a generous approximation of the city you were in was. "Here."
"Actually," He breathes out, grabbing your hand from where it sits against his thigh, "I think you should be right about, here." He places your hand right above his barely clothed cock.
You're a little taken aback by the boldness, but you nod in agreement, gently pressing the heel of your palm forward- he twitches under your soft movement. You shift your hips back and forth, begging for some friction from your tightly closed thighs. As you move side to side you can feel the arousal pooling in your panties and suddenly you want to do much more than give him head.
With each gentle stroke you make above his boxers, you can feel him growing harder. He's ready for you. Slowly, your fingers crawl up to the waistband of his underwear, just barely hooking into the elastic. You look up at him, asking for permission to go any further. He gives you an assuring nod of approval, and you waste no time pulling them down to his thighs.
You gasp as his now fully hard cock springs free from the fabric. Your lips part, musing at his impressive length. It almost makes you want to moan yourself.
His hand slips to your jaw, thumb grazing your lips, pulling down your bottom lip as to ask you to open your mouth for him. You oblige, unclenching your jaw, parting just enough for him to fit his thumb in, before swiftly closing again, sucking at his finger.
"C'mon," He mumbles, it's not demanding, but rather- just a reminder of what is in front of you- what you should be doing.
You place your hand at the base of his cock- firm but not tight. You softly guide your closed hand up towards the flushed, leaking head, getting a feel for each and every vein. You pump slowly, his soft groans like music to your ears.
"You understand any Dutch, baby?" He purrs,
"A little," You sputter out, nodding anxiously,
"Okay," He nods, "Sheller, schat."
He's telling you to go faster- fine by you. You begin to work your hand up and down, increasing speed in increments, until you get to a pace where his head is tipping back, and his groans aren't so soft anymore.
Joost's hand drops from your jaw, his body now lazy. You use your extra room to move now to bring your mouth closer to his cock. You swirl your tongue around your mouth before just barely opening up your mouth, letting a drop of spit fall from your lips onto his throbbing head to allow you to pump with less friction.
"Fuck," The sound that leaves his mouth is a higher pitch than you expected, closer to a whine than a groan.
Joost's hand finds its way to your hair, he tugs, its rough- but not painful, his movements are both sloppy yet deliberate.
His grip makes you sit up straight- and pushes your head forward until your lips are barely ghosting the tip of his cock
"I did say you have my consent," His words are breathy, but he manages to get them out, the rasp in his voice only working to get you more wound up.
You let your mouth fall open, licking around the head, the salty taste of precum now on your lips. If it had been entirely up to you, you would probably be a lot more romantic with this, placing gentle kisses against his thighs and stomach, gently teasing before really going in for it. But his firm grasp on your hair limits your movement, so you're confined to what he wants.
You take him in your mouth, trying your best to fit as much as possible. You gag slightly as he hits the back of your throat, Joost must have recognized it because all of a sudden he's loosening his fingers around your hair, his hand now only lazily resting on top of your head.
"It's okay," He soothes, gently petting the back of your head, "take what you can."
The way he speaks is oddly- sweet for the situation you're in. You were sure most famous men would be jumping at the chance to use some poor horny fan's throat.
The reassurance is comforting as you continue to bob your head up and down, continuing to use your hand on the areas you couldn't exactly reach.
It isn't long before his legs are getting shaky, you're sure he's close, his body tensing up.
"Fuck," He grunts before strengthing his grip on your hair once more, pulling your mouth off of him. Your shiny, swollen lips form a pout as you look up at him, wondering why he had done that.
He doesn't explain himself, only turning around to sit next to you on the couch. You stare at him intently, curious as to what he's thinking- pondering what his next move will be.
"Lay down, liefje" His orders are calm, and you quickly oblige, turning to lay your head on the arm of the couch. Your legs are bent upwards to make room for the two of you on the couch, but almost immediately he's grabbing at your ankles, moving your legs up so he can slide over, sitting in the middle of the couch now.
As he lets your legs go, the back of your thighs are now touching the tops of his, and he slides his hand to the spot right below where your skirt ends. Your breath hitches, you hadn't necessarily expected to be getting anything out of this yourself.
"Can I touch you there?" He asks, making you notice how light and cautious his touch actually is.
You nod with fervor, letting your desperation show completely.
"I need to hear it," He says, his hand traveling down your leg, towards your knee, getting further and further from where you want him.
"Yes," You continue to nod, "Wherever you want- Do whatever you want." You're desperately reaching out for his hand, trying to bring it back where it was.
He smirks, "Oh, schatje, I'm afraid I like to go slow." His palm gently massages your knee.
Somehow this doesn't surprise you.
Slowly, his hand trails back up your leg, and up your skirt. His thumb rubs soft circles against your upper thigh, as he lifts the end of your skirt up to your waist with his opposite hand.
Your body tenses at the sudden exposure, it finally hitting you that fucking Joost Klein was mere centimeters from your aching cunt.
Softly, his thumb glides up and down the lacy fabric of your panties, causing you to shiver. His bottom lip is tucked behind his teeth, his face a picture of complete concentration. Your hips thrust forward- you don't even necessarily mean for them too, but you can't help yourself, you need more friction.
"I don't remember teasing you like this," You whine
"Mmm," He pouts at you, almost mocking you, "You're right- mijn arme meisje." (My poor girl)
His fingers pull at the side of your panties, exposing your wet cunt to him. A single finger traces up your slick folds,
"Bend your legs," He requests, and you oblige, pulling your knees a little closer to you.
You're fully on display for him and the room suddenly feels very cold- your body shivers as his thumb teases your clit- making gentle circles around the swollen bud. Your breathing has no pace by now, just sharp and sporadic inhales whenever your chest doesn't feel so tight.
You want to beg- beg for him to finally slip his fingers inside you- but you wonder if you could even get a word out now.
But its like he can read your mind as a delicate finger teases your entrance before finally dipping in.
"Oh!" you gasp, back arching at the feeling of him inside of you. His finger pulses in and out of you a few times before he adds another, and you wince at the delightful stretch. It almost pains you how good he is at this- not in a physical sensation but the thought of how much practice a man would need to have you near screaming in mere seconds- the thought of sharing this was what was painful.
His fingers curl inside of you, hitting that delightful soft spot that makes an unfortunately loud moan leave your mouth. But however embarrassed you are by the sounds you've made, the smile on Joost's face, full of complete delight- makes you feel like you're doing something right.
The heat in your abdomen slowly spreads to the rest of your body, and your jaw begins to quiver, yet your legs are tense and rigid. You're desperately grabbing at the couch, needing something anything to hold on to. Your eyes are shut tight while you sputter out whatever expletives that come to your foggy mind, your pussy clenching in sharp spasms around Joost's fingers,
It's all so much- and then suddenly, nothing.
He stopped- and now he's taking his fingers out of you- the feeling of them slipping out makes you whine, and you can feel yourself coming close to the verge of tears.
"W-what," You exhale, fluttering open your eyes.
Joost pops those two fingers in his mouth- now shiny from your arousal- moaning slightly as he tastes you on his tongue.
"Get up," He says after his fingers fall from his mouth.
He's not seriously about to ask you to leave- is he? He could at least make you cum first.
You stare blankly at him, blinking slowly- a smile spreads across his face,
"C'mon," He cocks his head, implying he wants you standing in front of him.
You nod, trying to place your shaky legs on the ground. It fully takes you a few seconds until you feel stable enough to stand up, and you use the couch as support to try to lift yourself up. Joost grabs both of your hands- leading you to where he wants you in front of him.
"Take the rest of your clothes off," He lets go of your hands, letting them drop down at your thighs.
You smile sheepishly as you nod. You stare at him as you attempt to make quick work of what honestly little you had on. Joost's eyes are glued to you, concentrating carefully on every move you make.
Your hands slide up your hips- reaching towards the zipper on the back of your skirt. Slowly, you pull it down, as you do your skirt. You're overtly sensual with it, your own hot touch lingering on your skin.
Next, you're raising your top over your head, tossing it off behind you. You're about to reach behind you to unclasp your bra- but Joost speaks up,
"Turn around," He spins his finger in a circle, "Let me do it."
Within an instant, your back is facing him, and the couch creaks as Joost sits up. You jump as his hands fall on your hips,
"Calm down schatje," His hands trail up the sides of your torso, caressing you in an almost tender manner, "It's only me,"
Once his hands are nearly grabbing at the side of your tits, he glides a finger to the middle of your back, unclasping your bra with a skill and a speed you'd never experienced from a man. But honestly, you're more impressed with how far up your back he can reach while you're standing and he's sitting. It was a reminder of his height- god his height.
You let the straps of your bra slip down your shoulders before tossing it to the ground with the rest of your clothes.
Joost's hands grope at your now-exposed breasts, squeezing tight. The sudden sensation causes you to choke on a breath.
He can't seem to focus on any one thing for too long though because before you know it his hands are falling back down to your waist. Careful fingers loop through the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your thighs- the action causes you to shiver, tiny goosebumps now littering your skin,
Once he's pulled your panties down as far as he can, you're bending over to pull them the rest of the way off. Joost places a firm smack against your ass while you're bent in front of him. Not enough to really hurt- or to leave a mark, but enough to cause you to yelp.
A low chuckle escapes his mouth as his hand lingers on your ass, palming at the supple flesh. It's not too long of this until he's pulling at your hand again, forcing you to turn around- and you do.
You have to admit, you're tense under his watchful gaze- all of you there for his viewing pleasure.
His hand still wrapped in yours he pulls you forward, beckoning you to sit on his lap. You attempt to straddle his waist, but he's pulling you away, forcing you to only sit atop one thigh.
The minute your cunt brushes against his thigh you swear you really won't be able to control yourself much longer. You're staring down where you rest against his thick, toned thigh, sucking in a shaky breath.
Gentle fingers caress your chin, drawing your gaze upwards,
"Eyes on me," He smiles, his hand now crawling to the back of your neck.
He's tilting his head now, using his grip on your neck to draw you closer. You need little forcing to oblige however, your lips hungry for his.
A small moan leaves your mouth as your lips slot against his- the two of you fit together almost too perfectly, like two interlocking puzzle pieces. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to him, your bare chests on top of one another.
Joost's hand drops from your neck, and he's feeling all around your naked flesh with both hands now, groping and grabbing wherever he pleases.
Desperate for friction your hips buck back and forth, grinding against his thigh. You gasp desperately between kisses, enjoying the sensation of how your clit rubs against him. Sensing your pleasure, Joost rests his hands on your hips, gently guiding your hips against him.
With a delicate moan, your head falls to the side, breaking your shared long, ardent kiss. You rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes to focus solely on the sensation his skin brings to your throbbing cunt- your movements only grow more fluid as your arousal grows, spilling your slick onto Joost's thigh.
"Fuck," you whimper, "Fuck-" Breathy now, "Fuck me," It slips from your lips almost unintentionally, but you mean it wholeheartedly.
Joost slaps at your thing, motioning you to stop,
"I won't make you beg" He chuckles. He grabs your thigh helping keep you stable as you swing your leg to staddle him completely.
You hold yourself up, your cunt just centimeters away from his hard cock. He's holding your waist with one hand, the base of his dick with the other, helping to guide you onto him.
You gasp as the tip teases your entrance- your nerves getting the better of you- legs locking, feeling like you're unable to go any further,
"It's ok," He exhales, "You can take me."
His gentle encouragement gave you just what you needed to let go, to give in to exactly what you wanted.
Joost's movements are slow and careful as the two of you watch intently as he slips into you, small gasps falling from each of your lips. The way you stretch around him stings for a moment like he's splitting you in two, but as you find yourself lowering your hips further until he's bottomed out inside of you- the sting turns to pleasure, and you're anxious to thrust your hips upward again.
You throw your head back as you raise your hips, just as slow as you had lowered them, letting yourself feel the sensation of his thick cock against your walls.
"You want me to go faster?" You ask, lowering your hips once more.
He shakes his head, struggling for breath, "I told you, I like to go slow."
You maintain your careful pace, the way he guides you up and down his shaft is strangely romantic- as if the two of you had long been lovers.
You cannot bear to keep your body upright much longer, and soon you're once again slumped against Joost's chest. He's sticky with a fine sheen of sweat- nearly unbearably hot as you melt into him.
You're staring at that damn Lola Bunny tattoo- the thing that got you here in the first place. You watch intently as the light blue veins pop out on Joost's neck, his jaw clenching as you ride him.
You can't help yourself, letting your tongue brush over the tattoo, before sucking at his neck.
"Schat," He groans at the sensation of your lips on his neck, his body twitching, forcing his hips forward to meet your movements, bucking into you.
The sensation of Joost's cock sharply thrusting deeper into you causes you to bite down on his neck, stifling a moan. He lets out a whimper of pleasure you're not expecting to hear from his mouth, leading to continue what you were doing, gently nipping and sucking at him like you were some sort of goddamn vampire.
Joost's fingers are sure to bruise your hips from how hard they grip at your skin. Your movements are still careful- but they begin to speed up, desperate to bring the two of you toward completion.
His cock repeatedly hits inside of you- hitting that perfect spot that makes your hips spasm and your whole body rigid.
The coil of heat in your abdomen has been stretched so tight you're sure you'll be coming undone any second now- and you are. It starts as a quiver of the thighs, a tingle that begins to crawl up through each of your nerves.
"Head up," Joost demands, "Want to see you," He winces, thrusting into you, "Want to hear you," the lazy words roll right off his tongue
You remove your lips from his neck, leaving a trail of red and purple in your wake- but it's arduous work to raise your head from where it lies. Still, you strain until you're upright once more.
"-'M so close," You whimper, struggling to keep your eyes open as you feel your pulsing.
"That's okay," His voice is almost a growl, "Cum for me." His face twists as the speed at which you ride him greatly increases you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge- until you can't hold on much longer. You can barely hear- barely see, your senses entirely overwhelmed by the pleasure his cock brings you.
You're sure you're being way too loud, as high pitched- breathy yells of delight leave your mouth- sounding straight out of a porno except- they hadn't been forced, the sounds that escaped your lips had been entirely involuntary.
With one final strained wail, you're cumming, your poor pussy spasming around Joost's cock.
You're about to slump forward, lazy and drunk off pleasure, but Joost's strong grip stops you, pushing you back up.
"Hold on for just a few more seconds, schatje- I'm-" He doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence before he's spilling into your spent cunt. His warm seed coating your walls with a final grunt.
There both of you lay, naked, sweaty, and panting. You feel stuck to Joost's chest- eyes closed, brain entirely foggy- you'd been fucked completely stupid.
"So good," He mumbles in your ear, "You're so good."
You attempt to agree with him, but all that you can muster up is a lazy, "mmhm."
Joost's hand is in your hair, scratching at the back of your head, trailing kisses across your forehead. Perhaps it would have been better if he just pushed you off of him right then and there, zipped up his pants, and told you to leave. But he didn't he continued to hold onto you, massaging soothing circles into your scalp, peppering you with small kisses.
He was treading dangerous waters- making you feel so special, so singular to him.
"Hold on-," He stops, wrapping a strong arm behind your back as he leans forward, outstretching an arm to grab something out of the pants that still sit around his ankles.
You wince, aching at the movement- he's still inside of you.
"Sorry," He mumbles leaning back onto the couch, but you stay sitting up this time. There's a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in his hand. He flips the pack open with his thumb, pulling a cigarette out with his teeth. He places the cardboard box next to him, using his now free hand to place the cigarette fully between his lips. A flame, glowing amber, erupts from the lighter, burning the end of the cigarette. He inhales, the tip of the cigarette burning a pale orange.
He grabs the cigarette with two fingers, turning away from you to exhale, the area surrounding you filling with ghost-white swirls of smoke. The smell of burning tobacco graces your nose, in a way that is intoxicating.
"So," Joost smirks, "Did you enjoy the show tonight?"
a/n: AHHH im so excited to get this out into the world WHEW LAWD
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|| dating Joost Klein moodboard <3
|| Joost Klein x opposite aesthetic gf moodboard <3
yuki figuratively on fire. fernando literally on fire.
“my pretty baby” and i’m talking about a grown man who could pick me up and throw me any way he’d like.