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“august?”

a second of silence before he glanced down at your, brows furrowing together in curiosity at your tone.

“ja, mein schatz?”

“i have a question.”

you pushed yourself up with your shoulders, sitting up normally now beside him; his large hand moving to engulf your thigh comfortingly, thumb rubbing along the inside, waiting.

“do you have any masks? like.. a balaclava?”

it wasn’t a strange question, he’s been askedweirder. the german just nodded, looking back at the television as you sighed gently; head falling limply against his shoulder.

a few days later, and man’s head was nestled between your clothes cunt and your plushy thighs, tongue licking a long line up the middle of your cunt, your brows knitting at the tingly sensation. fingers clasping around the blonde locks.

“aggu, can you wear the mask?”

he paused, chuckling against your covered arousal, sitting up for a minute before leaning over to his dresser, rifling through the accessories before lifting a black mask, sliding it over his head.

“you’re very demanding, liebling.”

tugging your panties down, his boxers followed suit as his throbbing cock ached in the breeze of air, precum spilling from his reddened cock.

god, he looked fucking hot in that mask; his eyes narrowing as he looked down at you.

the mask ghosted over your cheek, his cock traced along your arousal—before slowly pushing himself inside your entrance, your lips pursing in pleasure while your nose scrunched, sighing shakily until his whole cock was pushed deep inside your cunt.

“oh, you’re tight, aren’t you?”

“mmhhhh..aggu, bitte.”

chuckling into the valley of your breasts, he slowly moved his hips forward and back in a languid motion, middle and index finger rubbing slow circles on your needy clit—hips shifting upwards into the feeling.

the man kept his rhythm steady, before his pace picked up—sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, muffled groans leaving his lips beneath the mask, slapping your thigh.

“oh, gosh—ohmygosh, august—i’m so close.”

all you could do was whimper and cry into the air as your teeth dug into your lower-lip, hand reaching up to cup the fabric of the mask lovingly, thumb fading over his cheek.

that familiar heat built in your lower stomach as he lifted his mask to spit on your slick pussy, rubbing your pearl quickly as you clenched around him with a quietened squeal, his hand covering your mouth as he slammed into you, eyes pressing shut with a low groan.

a few lazy hammers after, he pulled out and fucked his fist above your tummy, til’ white strings of cum were spilling along your abdomen.

“i think i like this.”

the german said, referring to the mask as he slid it over his sweaty face and chucked it to the floor, kissing your collarbone.

“so do i.”

was all you could whisper, scratching his head.

'you looked really good today, joost. sounded good.'

your thumb caressed his cheekbone affectionately, the man humming lowly into the feeling of you tending to him, wiping away the crusting white.

'mmhhh..ik ben blij dat je er zo over denkt..'

his gaze flickered to yours, corners of his eyes creasing slightly as he smiled at you. the warmth of your breath hitting him in the face as he pressed closer, nose bumping gently against yours, a gentle giggle leaving your chest.

'have i ever told you how much i love you?'

'a few times.'

you murmured back, his brows furrowing as you placed the rag down on the bedside table, his large palms tracing upwards to cup your face in his hands, curled around your cheeks as his nose brushed against yours.

'well, im going to tell you again, mijn liefje. i love you,'

a kiss to the nose.

'i love you.'

a soft kiss to your forehead.'

'i love you lots.'

a kiss to the lips, black paint smearing against your own--the taste of it mixing in your mouth, causing you to pull back and wipe your now-black stained lips with the rag.

'shall we get you showered?'

'oh, ik vergat het. natuurlijk.'

the hot water splashed across your body and joosts, soapy facecloth scrubbing the facepaint from joosts face with vigor, his own hand cupped around your waist as he hunched down above you to allow you to reach him without struggle.

'not too rough, pookie.'

grimacing, you pinched the chub of his cheek and watched him grin, dimples denting his pale skin in amusement. gently brushing your hand away with little force before stealing a quick kiss, feeling it develop from a quick kiss to a long liplocked display of intimacy.

the water splashed beneath his feet as he manouvered you against the fogged glass, chest pushing up against the steam, standing behind you. slim fingers tracing down the curve of your back, where it dipped into the mold of your ass, gently groping at the fat.

'you're sexy.'

blonde purred, feeling his cock harden and press against the inside of your thigh, tapping the side of your leg with two fingers to get you to further part them to dip himself between.

with no hesitance nor complaint, your legs moved further out--and he immediately got to lapping at your warm cunt, gently tucking a finger into your unprepped hole, pumping it in and out as the same tempo his tongue was moving against your now puffy clitoris.

'jo-oh, goddd..'

a snicker vibrated against your pussy, hips arching upwards slightly as he suckled on your clit like it was a lollipop given to him from the highest of deities, most worthy of gods.

'no god, just joosty.'

'fuck, even better.'

with a final slurp and a thrust of his finger, your walls were clamping around him as your tummy clenched, soaking his face in your squirting juices.

licking his lips and brushing his moustache, he pumped his hardened length, pink tip now an angry red as he slipped it up and down your folds; before stopping at your hole and slipping inside with a low grunt, slowly moving in and out.

it was hot, breaths mingling as the warm water cascaded over your connected bodies, thighs sticky with previous pleasure, letting his pelvis snap against yours for a few more seconds, before he was groaning out and burying his face into your shoulders with a few pathetic whines, cum nesting deep inside your cunny.

'nice n'clean.' the dutch cooed.

        its humilating, talks about your sexlife too openly and loudly, but what harm does it do, lievred? he just wants to show you off.. do you not love him? love him bragging? alsjeblieft! he means no harm. 

back to attention, hes an idiot. in a cute way, if youre cuddling on the couch after a tiring day he's too busy looking out the window at a bird on the sill, fingers squeezing the sides of your stomach with his lips parted, nodding towards the glass.

 'is that a blue tit?'

 'no, joost. you know its not, you just like the word.'

  'hehe. tit, and blue! would you paint your tit blue?'

he fidgets, alongside. you've tried to convince him many times to get fidget rings or bracelets, but he shakes his head. instead using your clit as a little distraction as he watches his tv, your thighs trembling from overstimulation as his eyes fixated on the bright glare of the tv.

its annoying. you try to speak to him? hes busy in lala land, glaring behind you with glassy eyes, pink lips agape in thought.

'joost. joost. joost!

 he shakes his head, staring at you.

  'what time are we going out for drinks?'

 'we're going drinks?'

 its not just in normal conversation, he could be pounding into your slick with lewd plaps and he stands straight, rubbing your thigh absentmindedly before speaking up gingerly, nose scrunching.

   'you know, one time stuntje and me went-'

   your response is just to slap a hand over his face, watching his tongue dart out to smear his saliva across your palm, pushing him away.

'dirty fucking dog.'

 yap,yap,yap. hes like a fucking pest. you cant put up with it any longer; grabbing his cheeks in your hand as you stare directly at him with a hardened jaw and lips sealed.

'm`a gonna have to muzzle you?'

 'if you're offering!'

joost said chirply, a bright grin on his face, contradicting your own unamused one.

 a few days later, you're forcing joost to sit still on the bed as you're fastening the leather around his head, looking at the mans shameful eyes--if he had ears, they'd be flat down, if he had a tail? it would be wagging. god, was he really this dirty? the collar felt constricting around his throat as you tugged on the leash hooked around the ring, shaking his head.

‘het is niet eerlijk..’

'i didnt do anything, please, ive been good. ill be quiet--'

    the blondes quickly silenced by a sharp tug upwards. 

'if you want to act like a puppy, you'll be treated as such. understood? any complaints?'

he shakes his head obediently. its torture, he's sat between your thighs while his head facing your cunt; so close yet so far behind his muzzled mouth. his brows knit together as his eyes fall droopily into his face.

'please.please! i promise ill be good, ill shut up, i wont talk again, i dont need to.'

        thats a lie, you know it. you can see joost's cock pressing painfully hard against his sweatpants, and you just push your foot against it teasingly, a soft cry leaving his pink lips as he tried to manouvre himself ontop of you, just to be pushed down and have his lead tugged on. what torture was this? he hasnt done anything, please.

   as you stare at the tears welling in his blue eyes, his blonde lashes grew damp. hes so gorgeous, your hand reaching to scratch at his scalp and comb through his light, fluffy hair with ease and affection.

'i wouldnt be doing this if you didnt deserve it.'

      a few minutes later, you let your gaurd down, heading into the kitchen as you let him sit on the bed and hump your pillow shamelessly, as a dog would a persons leg, he cant stop himself though; he's so horny and you're denying him any friction or affection to ease his aching cock. whining as you slump back in and forcefully remove it from his grasp, hitting him across the side with it.

'off! no fucking away are you getting away with that, joost. sit-- what are you? you're nasty, you're not cumming til' i say so. bad dog.'

   he stays there. looking up at you with furrowed brows, cocking leaking with precum with a tip thats angry and red, he's about to lose his temper.

'im not a bad dog.'

   it left him in a growl, trying not to snarl as you scoffed at him and stuck a finger through the bars of his muzzle.

 'silly boy.. if you're not a bad dog, why are you chained up like this? hm? let owner put some manners into you.’

 within seconds, he was grabbing your wrist and sharply pulling you back onto the bed with him, straddling you. fingers moving to quickly snag the flimsy tanktop over your head, trying to reach up to grab at the leash; but his fingers dig into the plush of your forearm and shove it behind your back, his throbbing cock face to face with you.

 'do you want a mutt? thats not me, no. im good dog, good boy.'

     his hand moves to grip his cock, pushing it against your sealed lips--you dont budge, just gag when he suddenly forces it between your lips with a rough push, quick breaths leaving your lips. he doesnt even allowed you a few seconds or a minute to adjust, his hips move backwards and forwards in a rushed motion, searching the orgasm he so helplessly seeked for so long, trying to remove his muzzle with one hand,eventually managing to pull it off and immediately chucking it to the floor carelessly, panting.

'thats it. why arent you pushing off? you like? mmhhhggghh..  dog takes control, that it? too much dog for you to handle..'

 your only response is a gurgle as he pulls himself from your throat, fondling his balls while staring down at your tear streaked face, drool dribbling down your chin and from his cock in little drip-drops. grabbing your leg and manhandling you into a position with your legs spread out, laid comfortably on your back with sweat dripping down your face. without wasting any time, he slowly hovered atop you and stuffed his cock inside your hole, waiting for a moment before pushing himself in deeper, groaning at the initial stretch as you cried out.

'down..down dog, joost.. oh-ah!'

  suddenly, the bedframe dented against the wall as he jackhammered into your cunny, teeth sinking into the side of your neck as your back arched into his warmth, shaking your head. your mind said no, but your body said yes. nails dragging down his back violently, eyes glassed over and rolled into the back of your skull. reaching up to hold his leash, not even realising his canines had punctured you.

'haahh..cummin-cummmmiin joosie...'

   joost giggled, feeling you clamp around him as your orgasm came in waves, lasting for longer than you wouldve appreciated, hunching his back as he mewled into your bloody neck, crimson staining his teeth and poured from your neck, reaching down to press iron-tasting kissed to your shoulderblades.

  'can i get a treat?'

 'fuck off, joost.'

  a sigh left you, and he laughed at that response. nuzzling into your chest.