who tf is mr. klein???

You don't know what you're going to do, you stand in the shower, combing your fingers through your hair and think. You're just about done with that stupid boy! God, you don't know how much more obvious you can make it! You think about how you damn near jumped his bones last week. You would've too if he didn't stop you. You wish he didn't stop you.

You step out of the shower, wrapping your hair in a towel and then your body too. You creep over to the door, listening carefully. You hear Joost's door creak open and wait a moment before popping out.

"Oops! I didn't know you were up!" You feign embarrassment at being seen fresh out of the shower.

"Oh, sorry.." He mumbles, eyes flicking from where you fidget with the corner of the towel and up to your eyes before coming down again, tracking a droplet running down your chest.

Joost shuffles out of the hallway, and you stop yourself from heaving a disappointed sigh.

You flop on your bed with a groan, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your palms. You just want him to acknowledge you. You know he's into you. You want him to act on it so bad. You're going to have to make the first move yourself, you realize. None of your hints, tricks, or teases have worked.

On a day when he's out you practice in the mirror.

"Have you ever I dunno…Thought about us? Together?"

"Are you, like, into me?"

"What would you do if I kissed you?"

"Have you ever thought of me like that? Like.. In bed, all alone."

"Do you wanna fuck?"

Maybe if you act totally pathetic and needy, you'll get him how you want. You don't even have to pretend.

Later that night you leave your door ajar and fuck yourself with your dildo on your bed. Hoping maybe he'd see you through the door, hear you, something! Maybe he'd come in and take care of you himself. You even moan his name, thinking that'd get his attention. It doesn't and you don't even finish. Just left frustrated.

It's impossible. He's impossible.

You start to cut out on your friends early, come home to him on the couch, in the kitchen, you bemoan how boring the clubs have been.

"There's never any cute guys anymore!" It's stupid, Joost is the only guy on your mind lately. Sometimes you go back to some guy's place and kiss for an hour but it's just not what you want.

He coughs nervously. "Oh, ja?"

"But you're cute.." You murmur, eyeing him. You sit in the arm chair, leaning your elbows on your thighs, set your chin on your palms and heave a sigh.

Joost giggles, light and pretty. "I don't know about that… I haven't even showered today.."

"That's okay." You try to lay on all your charm. Try to play pathetic as endearing, like you're so pent up that you'd fuck him even though he hasn't showered.

Please, you try to convey, take pity on the poor whore, they go out all dolled up and cute and come back so disappointed.

"Are you drunk?"

"No."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

He curses under his breath, cheeks going pink.

"Look, Joost. I like you. I thought you'd get the hint by now." You pout at him.

"Seriously?" He says disbelieving. Like some sweet, dumb dog met with his favorite toy after being disciplined and he's not sure he's allowed to take it.

You kick your shoes off and come to sit next to him on the couch. "Yes, seriously. You wanna know how serious?" You ask, pulling your legs up, trying to get closer to Joost.

"Ja." He nods softly, brows turned up slightly.

You grin, swiftly crawling into his lap. You didn't think it would take this long to get him. You thought for sure he'd make the first move, but he never did.

That's okay, because you're here now.

You cup his cheek gently, tilting his face how you want him, then you lean in and kiss him. It's careful, neither of you wanting to push too much. His hands come to your waist when you pull away.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this, Joost." You sigh before going in for another kiss.

"You know I jerked off to the thought of you? I was saying your name and everything, hoping you'd come and fuck me yourself.."

All he can do is listen to you speak in between kisses.

"You will, right?"

"Yes, of course. Fuck, I want you bad too, you're so pretty I've wanted you for ages.." His hands squeeze at you.

"C'mon.." You peel his hands off you, holding onto him as you stand and pull him up, leading him to your room.

"You're sure you're not drunk?" He asks hesitant.

"Yeesss," You whine with a pout. "I'm just tired of waiting on you silly boy and I want you to fuck me." You say simply, digging through your drawers to find your lube and holding it out to him.

Joost genuinely never thought this would happen, you think, watching his face. He groans softly, giving a low 'fuck' under his breath as you start stripping. Pulling your shirt off, revealing your chest but not giving him a moment to think about that as you're shoving your shorts off, kicking them off along with your underwear.

"Fuck," He repeats, approaching you on the bed, legs shut coyly. "You promise you want me? I won't be able to keep my hands off you after this." He murmurs, stroking your knee.

"I want that more than anything." You let him spread your legs, watching him take you in.

He swallows hard, fingers gentle on your skin as he pushes your legs apart, hand trailing up. "Just wanna make you mine." Joost opens the lube, coating his fingers as he finds your center, teasing gently before pressing a finger in you. He squeezes your leg with his other hand. After a moment he adds a second finger, sighing as he works you open.

"So easy for me.. Always thought you'd be good to fuck.. I know you'll take my cock so good, won't you?" He mumbles, fucking his fingers in and out of you.

"Gonna get you nice and ready for my big cock…You want that? You want my big cock in you?" You moan and nod at his question as he curls his fingers right into that perfect spot inside you.

"Uh-huh, please, Joost? I need your cock.." You feel dirty saying it, none of your other flings ever really wanted dirty talk.

He adds a third finger and keeps pumping them in and out, watching your face twist with pleasure before he's withdrawing and you whine at the loss. "Not fair… I was gonna cum.."

"I want you to cum on my cock, baby," Joost fumbles with his button and zip, getting his pants and boxers down and open just enough to get his hard cock out. He strokes himself once, twice, before grabbing the lube again and coating his length with a generous amount. "You ready?"

"Yes, please. Need you in me now.." You whine, watching him ease himself in before tossing your head back.

He sinks in slow and easy, making sure you feel every inch as he settles in you. "God you feel good, I knew you would.. So soft and warm." He slides a hand up your body, teasing your chest, palming you before pinching a nipple between his fingers just to feel you clench around him.

He keeps toying with your body as he pulls out, starting slow, just gazing at you like you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, like he's so lucky to have this chance to fuck you. Something about him being fully clothed while you're completely naked makes this so much hotter.

Joost bottoms out with a sigh, hands stroking your thighs. "Can I- fuck - try something?" He asks, cock twitching inside you. You give a stifled 'mhm!' in response.

His hands squeeze your thighs and he wastes no time doing what he wants with you. Easily and swiftly manhandling you, practically bending you in half so he can fuck you hard and fast. It's dizzying, his pace, his thick cock pounding deep inside you. Even the way he looks at you, hungry, makes you feel funny in the best way possible. It's like he wants to do everything while he can, can't decide on what.

You're sure your nipples are gonna be sore later with how much he keeps playing with them, groping your chest and tugging your nipples, relishing in the noises you make when he does so.

"You think you can cum like this? Just from my cock in you and your nipples being played with?" Joost sounds genuinely curious, wants to know just how easy you are.

"Yes! Ah- so sensitive, fuck.." You gasp, legs going limp when he lets you go.

"Ja, I bet. That's so cute." Joost says with a grin, angling his hips trying to find that spot in you that makes you mewl.

Your eyes roll back when the tip of his dick hits it and he twists a nipple. He murmurs something in Dutch over you and you can't pay any attention when he focuses on stimulating you with every thrust.

It's dizzying the attention he gives you, hands all over you, cock hitting your g-spot over and over. "Fuck! Joost!" You whine, pushing his hands from your chest then covering your face, embarrassed by the sounds coming out of you due to the overstimulation.

"You're so close aren't you? Gonna cum for me baby?" Joost practically purrs, pulling you closer by your thighs, encouraging your legs to wrap around him.

You do so whimpering out his name as he keeps fucking you so perfectly, you pull him down to you muffling your pathetic noises by kissing him as you cum, hole clenching around his cock.

Joost pulls away after a few moments, eyes wide, pupils dilated. "That was incredible.." He groans.

"So pretty, and all mine huh?" He slips his cock out and starts stroking himself, eyes heavy on your body, your heaving chest, sensitive puffy nipples. Practically eating you up, the way he looks at you, like he's just looking at you to get off.

Like you're his personal porn.

And it's so erotic.

It doesn't take long before he's cumming all over your tummy, mixing your sweat and his that dripped off his body while fucking you.

"Fuck, I'll get you cleaned up, okay? Don't worry." His big hand squeezes yours as he's getting up to fetch something to clean you up with.

You squeak out a thank you as he goes, head falling back in exhaustion. You never expected this to happen and especially not like this.

Joost returns with a cigarette hanging between his lips, a glass of water in one hand, and a wet wash cloth in the other. "Hey," he says gently, eyes soft as he looks at you. "How're you feeling?" He asks, handing you the water.

You sit up to drink the water, nodding at his question. "I'm great." You sigh, letting him wipe gently at your belly and then between your legs.

"Mh, good. Can we cuddle?" He asks like there would be another answer besides yes.

"Yes. Of course," You sit up further, up against the headboard. "If you bring me a pair of sweats first?"

Joost smiles and nods, stepping to your dresser, hands moving to open a drawer. "Oh, should be the fourth drawer." He opens it, digs around and tosses a pair to you.

"I'm gonna get an ashtray real quick, pardon." He slinks away and you shimmy into your sweats while he's gone, getting comfy in bed.

You feel all soft and lovedrunk, just wanting to see him again, already aching for his presence. Joost comes back soon enough, shirt gone, in a pair of loose shorts and joins you in bed, setting his ashtray on your nightstand before pulling you in close with an arm around your shoulders.

"Is this okay?"

"Fuck yes, of course it is."