tw // rpf ; smoking ; sub/dom ; meannnn,, dom!joost ; oneshot! ; afab reader ; slapping too ; mmfh
it had been a very long evening for the both of you.
the entire night, you and Joost, your boyfriend, have been outside. you are making the most of your time, he's going on tour soon! you need to have him while you've got the time.
it was always fun to be playful. be a tease, fuck with him throughout the entire night, see how much his impatience builds up, how it runs thin.
hand on his thigh. tracing little shapes while you're sat next to one another.
bending over, showing off your just barely covered ass and thighs, wearing those tiny skirts he liked.
brushing your hand against his while you smoke.
always a deep inhale, a short scoff, a chuckle.
with how well you knew him, you figured could just read just every thought in his head.
but there you were. it was 3:15 at night, and you were right there, on your knees before him, jaw locked, throat full of his cock.
using you as his personal toy, while lighting yet another cigarette.
he takes a deep drag, using his free hand to guide your back and forth, by your hair, having you just where he wanted you.
a shaky, leaking, drooling mess. tears clumped together from how long your throat has been abused for, dribble and cum dripping down your chin, all the way to your tits.
"Kijk naar jezelf," he spat under his breath, exhaling the smoke, slowly. using the fistful he had of your hair to his advantage to pull you back, allowing you to catch your breath.
"a mess." he added, all you could do was cough, look up at him with a blurry vision, furrowed eyebrows, tears staining your cheeks.
before you were able to respond you're forced back onto his cock. you could feel him twitch as your throat tightened, drawing a low groan out of him.
he ashes his cigarette as his grip on your hair tightens further, causing a sharp sting in your scalp, one you'll remember after.
another low moan, pumping you back and forth onto his cock, his eyelids fluttering shut before gathering a short breath.
"this is all you're good for, ja?" he asked, in a mocking tone.
all you could do was hum in agreement, pathetically, whining around his cock while making lewd gagging noises, your lips meeting the base of his manhood yet again.
"to have your face fucked by me."
before the words registered, he leaned down, spitting on your face. your eyelids squeezed shut once it landed on your cheek, which only worsened the aching sensation between your thighs.
"fucking hoer," he added, swiftly pulling your throat off his cock yet again. your knees were already bruising, cunt pulsing,heart beating through your chest. pupils blown out.
you needed it so bad it hurt.
his cock was before you, twitching, red at the head, dripping with your slobber and his pre-cum, not having came down your throat just yet.
but you could tell he ached for it. but he knew, he knew that seeing him cum would set you off, he knew how you enjoyed hearing him moan, how you loved watching his eyes roll back while he cums down your throat, in your cunt.
and he didn't wanna give you that just yet.
he needed to torture you, ruin you, break you even further.
he let you catch your breath for just a moment. his eyes on yours, staring deeply before taking a final, long drag from his cigarette.
he ashed it one final time before his lips parted, his voice coming in a gravelly tone, laced deeply with desire and intent. "look at me," he demanded. and you did just that, to the best of your ability.
"laat me je nek zien, bitch," he emphasized that final word, making sure you knew your place. before fully registering the words, you complied, leaning your head back.
he possessively tugged on your hair, pulling it back further, drawing a whine from you, followed up by a mocking chuckle, your eyes squeezing shut once more.
he leaned closer, putting out the cigarette right on the tender flesh of your neck. you couldn't help but cry out at the sensation, hearing yet another cruel scoff fly past his lips.
"aww, hurts, schatje?" he mewled in a faux sympathetic tone. though your eyes were closed, you could hear the smile in his voice.
you loved every last bit of it.
you nodded, your eyes fluttering open ever so gently to finally, finally look at your man.
if only he knew how good he looked.
dark, beyond wide pupils, a sharp gaze with hunger written all over it.
his hair a mess, beading with sweat at the ends, few strands stuck onto his neck, right over his lola bunny tattoo.
smeared eye makeup which truly made what was left of his iris pop.
his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. you could tell the loss of impact, of your throat, was bothering him.
he gave you a soft smile.
pretty full lips curving at the sight of you on your knees.
you knew he hadn't gotten his fill of you just yet, but he was definitely getting there.
"Jij hoort bij mij," he added, the faintest hint of adoration in his voice. which made it all worth it.
"on your knees." another tug on your hair.
"for me." he finished his sentence. but you were so captivated, so entranced by the sight before you, you hadn't even noticed how you just let the words hang in the air, to no response.
a harsh strike, right across your face, drawing another whine from you as the sensation on your skin already began to sting, big hand taking a firm grip of your chin.
"ja?" Joost emphasized, his voice a low purr, his tone firmer than before.
he didn't want you to forget you were his.
he held your chin just right, just enough to show you that your place is right there, on your knees, before him.
making sure you kept your eyes on him.
"ja, sir..." your voice was raw, breaking with just two words, from how your throat has been used like a cocksleeve for the last hour or so.
yet another chuckle, he loved the state of you. didn't feel bad for neglecting your cunt, enjoying watching how badly it leaked through your panties, just for him.
"Je bent een filthy puinhoop," he gravely said, slight amusement in his tone. "like a dog."
