Schatje
NetherlandsxReader LEMON


"I do."

Two words that could answer an entire book of questions, but not at this moment.  At this moment, "I do" was the answer to a life altering decision.  A decision that could either be worth regretting or undoubtedly praising for the rest of your life.  Well, there was no doubt in your mind when those two words escaped your painted, supple lips, absolutely none.  

"And do you, Tim Morgens, take ______ ______ to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

You looked up at Tim, his olive eyes glittering with so much love in them; his smile wider than any other you had seen in your entire relationship, he practically glowed in happiness.  His large hands grasped yours lightly, drawing soft circles on your palm as the preacher announced, "You may now kiss the bride."

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With marriage, came the oh-so very special moment of consummation.  Not only was it binding the legal contract of marriage between two lovers, but it was showing deeper affection for your lover, proving your love for a special someone in a more intimate meaning.

As it was, both you and Tim hadn't gone as far as heated kisses and a little playful groping here and there.  But tonight, tonight was a completely different matter; tonight was the night both you and Tim were to prove each other's love in a whole new level.  The thought rose many questions and nervous fears in the back of your mind, but you brushed them aside and enjoyed your night with your now, husband.  

That was until Tim unlocked the door to your couple's suite, revealing a decedent room with red rose petals scattered across the carpeted floors and the plush white sheets of your king sized mattress.  Tim gently swept you into his strong arms, making you giggle as he kissed your plump lips lovingly.  

He set you oh-so gingerly on the mattress, your tussled hair sprawled out wonderfully across the sheets and your eyes glazed in a new emotion.  Tim stopped, his ears growing red to your beautiful sight, taking in all he could before matters grew rather heated.  You reached up to his ear, rubbing it tenderly as you chuckled, "You're getting nervous Tim."

Tim shuttered to your touch, a completely new feeling swelling deep within him as you smiled genuinely and said, "I'm nervous too sweetie.."  Tim sighed and kissed you sweetly before whispering, "I want this so badly though.  Let's take it slowly."

You nodded and he smiled softly before molding his lips perfectly with yours.  He picked up your tiny body, lips still intertwined as he set you gently on the pillows.  He brought his hand to the back of your head to deepen the fervent kiss, slowly licking your bottom lip for entrance which you so gladly parted your painted lips for him.  

Tim lovingly explored the many regions of your mouth, nibbling your bottom lips occasionally.  You let off almost inaudible moans, but Tim heard you, clear as daylight.  Once he parted from the kiss, he gradually brought his hands to the zipper of you gorgeous, white, wedding dress, only to be thrown into a forgotten corner of the room.  He lifted you slightly so you could wriggle out of the useless item, leaving you in an innocent yet teasing pair of lacy, white garments.  

Tim ogled at the sight before him; the hidden skin he had so desperately wanted to see was now revealed to his wondering, olive eyes.  His fingertips gently brushed your curves as he would give you and occasional nip on your stomach here and there.  A strained whimper escaped your soft lips as his fingers gently grazed your inner thigh.  As if on cue, Tim gently rubbed the cloth area, emitting all signs of pleasure from you.  You shuttered slightly to the touch, letting out slightly louder whimpers as he did so.  

Your Dutch lover lowered his head to your clothed womanhood, giving it a small peck then a light nibble.  You moaned this time, giving Tim the confidence he needed to hook his finger around the lacy fabric and pulling it ever so slowly down your thigh, giving small pecks as he made his way down to your ankle.  He slid off one heel at a time, eyeing your flushed form, marveling such a beautiful sight.  

Nervous from his stares, you covered your face quickly, not wanting him to see you in such a state.  Tim chuckled and leaned in closer to you, removing your hands and giving you a sweet yet passionate kiss.  As he pulled away he mumbled, "Don't hide from me schatje, you are far too beautiful to cover up."

"I-I'm sorry Tim…  It's just… this is s-so…"

"Here, let me guide you." He whispered, giving your forehead a small kiss.  He sat you up, Tim straddling your hips as he took your small hands within his large hands and led them to the top button of his shirt.  Your eyes widened as your shaky hands were fumbling with the last button if this shirt.  Tim was too preoccupied nibbling your neck; once the button was undone, Tim nipped a spot that emitted a gasp from your aching lips and your hands gently grazed the growing bulge in his pants.  

Tim groaned in satisfaction but you simply sat there, shocked.  The Dutchman pulled away from the spot on your neck he was currently working on, to find shock painted upon your face.  He grasped your frail hand again and brought it back to his pants, letting your hands wonder as they pleased.  You tenderly rubbed the bulge again and Tim let out another strangled groan.  You pulled away quickly, but Tim captured your hand yet again and rasped, "No.  That feels wonderful." bringing it back to its previous destination.  At first it felt strange, but noticing the immense pleasure he received from such an action caused your curiosity to flame.

As he busied himself with leaving love marks on your neck and collarbone, you unbuttoned the seemingly tight pants and helped him slide them off.  Tim let off a relieved sigh as his kicked his dress pants off to the floor to join the rest of your clothing.  The only clothing separating the both of you from complete and utter nude is being only his Haynes and your innocent, white, lacy bra.  You stroked him through the fabric and he growled in even more pleasure; his confidence was skyrocketing as well as yours.

He playfully pulled on the strap of your bra with his teeth, letting one of his large hands graze up and down your curved torso.  You shivered in a mixture of pleasure and excitement, knowing that whatever happens, it's going to happen out of love.  Tim let the limp material fall to the ground as he saw the magnificent sight before him.  You blushed like a mad man, but Tim kissed each cheek, saying, "You look better than I imagined."

He then captured your lips with his again, his large hands now molded perfectly with each breast.  He began to message your mounds, leaving you a gasping and moaning mess; he loved it though.  Each second, your vocal chords strained as he grew a little rough to the touch, but it felt wonderful.  Tim's lips trailed down your jaw and to your neck, sucking the previous spot he was nipping at before.  You arched your back to the new sensations he was giving you, writhed under him in utter ecstasy.  

You tangled your hands in his perfect, slightly messy mocha hair as he kissed his way down to a pert nipple.  He circled his tongue around it then engulfed it in his hot, wet mouth.  You cried out from the new warmth that developed between your aching legs.  Tim was practically drowning in your moans and cries, he loved the pleasure he was giving you; it was the greatest turn on for him.  He lightly rolled the bud with his teeth, causing your breath to hitch and you arched your back again, giving him further access to your perfect-sized breasts.  

Tim only smiled as he switched breasts, kneading the other mound with a rough hand.  Consumed by lust he repeated his actions and it was driving you insane as you rubbed your legs together in attempt to relieve yourself from the strange sensations bubbling beneath you.  Once Tim finally separated, he tore his underwear off, revealing his throbbing erection.  You stared in awe, you've only heard rumors of Dutch men being of such a size, but there was the evident proof.  A coat or red covered your cheeks as you tried to picture it inside of you, but all you could think of was you breaking beneath him.  You felt tears prickle the corners of your eyes, but Tim kissed them away whispering, "If you don't want to, I won't force you schatje."  

You shook your head immediately and stuttered, "N-no, I want th-this Ti-Tim…" Tim set his forehead on yours, sighing deeply, bringing his hand to cup your cheek, and saying in his native language, "Ik hou van jou."  Tim then sheathed himself deeply into your warmth; you gasped, gripping the bed sheets tightly and refraining yourself from turning into a sobbing mess.  A few tears had slipped and Tim kissed them away quickly, awaiting your approval to move, even though he was practically dying to thrust into you repeatedly until the break of dawn, he waited.  Once you slowly nodded your head for him to continue, he couldn't refrain much longer, he gripped your lithe waist and began to move at an erratic pace.  

Cries and muffled moans were let loose from your small, kiss-bruised mouth as your Dutch lover battered you into the white, plush sheets of the king sized mattress.  It was, in all honesty, the most perfect feeling, knowing that you were now more attached to your husband than ever before, having that feeling of being so close, it was wonderful.  You draped your arms around Tim's neck, tangling your fingers in his hair that was once gelled up so perfectly, only now let loose from its gelled confinement and in his face.  You couldn't help but realize how sexy he was with and without the gelled up appearance.  

You brought his lips to yours to silence both your cries of pure euphoria; realizing the tiny details that revealed his rough side: the way he'd bite your lip, how he gripped the back of your neck so that he could plunge his hot, wet muscle into your mouth, the tightness of his grip on your waist, the intensity and speed of his thrusts.  It was practically animalistic and you loved every drop of it.  It was like nothing you had ever experience before; his groans and growls of pleasure was music to your ears and for him, the same with you.

Tim's pace had decreased in speed but the force had grown as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder for deeper access.  The feeling of your wet warmth around his cock drove him wild, he wished this moment would never end; nor did you.  But most things have to come to an end, especially pleasure.  Tim felt himself coming close, letting your limp leg fall, he brought you as close to him as possible as he bucked faster.  You had hit your climax before him, your walls clenched as your love juices coaxed his member.  That was when Tim finished, secreting his seed deep within your womb; you allowed him continue a little longer, making sure to ride out the both of your orgasms before he finally slipped out and fell next you, exhausted, yet more in love than ever.

After a few minutes of catching each other's breath, Tim pulled your back close to him, hugging you tightly and kissing up and down your neck and shoulder.  You sighed in content as your Dutch husband continuously whispered, "Schatje, schatje, schatje, schatje…" as he continued to graze his lips up and down your neck and shoulder.  It wasn't until you finally spoke up that he stopped.

"I love you Tim Morgens, I love you so much it aches." You said sleepily.  Tim tightened his grip and nuzzled into your neck as he shut his eyes; dosing off as he muffled into your shoulder, "Ik hou van jou. ______ Morgens."

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Schatje – darling, loved one, sweetheart

Ik hou van jou – I love you (obv.)