#🎬 ; ski aggu!

[joostyklein]

cw; RPF, you searched for this! p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, tit sucking, high sex, drug intake/weed use, soft sex.

soft plaps of skin against skin filled the silence of your bedroom, rain pattering against the windowsill outside in a rather comforting manner, joint perched between joosts tattooed fingers.

your back arched against his freehand, eyes reddened from the marijuana he’d let you drag from, balls slapping against the plush curve of your ass which met his front, cock slipping in and out of your slick cunt.

“joost, fuckin’good..”

chuckling, the blonde took a long pull from the drug—exhaling the smoke from his lungs and hunching further over you, hips steadying to a halt with a soft groan, gently patting your arse. feeling the fat squish in his grasp, tipping the joint into the ashtray on the bedside table.

“come on, baby. on your back, please.”

he wasted no time helping manoeuvre you onto your back, lips quickly finding the pebble of your nipple—tongue slowly circling around it, soft whines leaving your parted lips at the sensation, legs spreading to welcome him.

carefully, joost slipped himself back into your aching hole, lips finding your jaw in short, sweet kisses and pecks, thumbs quickly circling your clit in tight circles, listening to your moans and squeals, the tightening band in your tummy finally snapped in half; head falling to the side, nails digging into the width of his shoulder like knives, thighs trembling.

with another few thrusts, joosts head fell stop your chest with a long, voice cracking moan. hips thrusting once or twice as he came to a quick standstill, milking himself inside you.

“hou van je, schat.”

“mhhmm..wanna get a takeout?”

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🎬: joost klein, ski aggu

[joostyklein]

aggu and virgin reader? :3

ahh first posted this and forgot to reply to the ask!

cw; rpf, you searched for this! written badly/queued post, afab!reader, cunnilingus, oralsex(f!receiving),virgin!reader, munch aggu, bed humping & cumming in boxers(not explicitly written)

the soft murmuring of the tv show filled the livingroom, a grey cat perched atop your boyfriend's thigh contently. it was a calming atmosphere, both you and your significant had a relatively difficult week. between august sorting tour dates, and you trying to maintain your job and earn a rise, you both deserved some calm in your chaotic storms.

propped upon the sofa, your head was limply laid against aggu's broad shoulder, his large palm encasing your smaller shoulder, crumpling you against his much larger frame.

"are you hungry?"

the question left your lips naturally, looking up at him; expectant of him to say yes, so you could scurry off and brew something simple up.

"nein, not really. do you want me to order takeout? do very quickly."

the blonde responded, gesturing to his phone to excuse the rather slurred english, thumb brushing up and down against the fabric of his shirt you'd slung over yourself in a lazy attempt of having some modesty near him.

"im okay."

shaking your head, your lips pressed against his cheek for a moment before rising; watching his arm drape around the back of the sofa at the loss of contact. his nose slightly scrunched as he gave you a raise of the eyebrow.

"i have to go finish stuff for work, ill just be in the room."

aggu hates work, your work in specific, he hates having to see you exhausted almost every night, body weak and guilty for not having enough time with him. he hates seeing you wasting away at some stupid fucking office job, when he could provide for you easily.

yet, he didnt protest and let you head to the bedroom with your laptop and the charger, slippers squeaking against the floor; his cat trotting closely behind.

you felt the same. you didnt have much of a social life since you puck up the job at the office, restricted by your timely workdays and draining workload, pushed to your limit anytime you stepped inside that god-awful area; always complaining to aggu. but, you needed it. you knew you did, you thought you did.

"do you want to go out for dinner?"

german asks on a random thursday night, chin propped atop your shoulder as he watched you slice up some vegetables for dinner, arms wrapped around the space of your waist, lips pressing against the warming pulse of your throat.

"where did this come out of, honey?”

your tone was curious, with an underlying hint of suspicion towards his sudden question. hips shifting slightly as he pushed soft pecks against your throat.

"you have worked hard recently, ja? need a break sometimes, schatz."

it was a nice thought, a cute one at that. not many men would notice if their partners were as drained as you were, luckily for you--august was no ordinary man, he was a man of good grace with the most handsome fucking face ever, definition of the term 'sculpted by greek gods', snapped back to reality when he traced a thumb along the navel of your stomach.

"i have work."

"call in sick."

"i cant, aggu--"

"liebling..bitte, i want you to be happy."

thick fingers zipped up the back of your red dress, same fingers tracing up your collarbone to oogle at the expensive necklace hung between your cleavage, fancy cursive reading 'august,' and he couldnt help but mentally scold himself for the way his cock chubbed against his now-tight boxers.

you were etheral, hair perfectly framing the mould of your face, his only response was to press a quick peck to your lips, your hands instinctively trailing up his shoulders to cup the back of his neck, hair tustled in your fingertips. his head cocked to the side to deepen the moment,groping and squeezing at the fat of your arse slowly, feeling it squish in his hold.

“what about dinner? honey?”

“don’t need to go out anymore.

one thing led to the next, you were tracing kisses down the side of his neck and his hands were leading you down onto the softness of the mattress--hand falling out to cushion your head.

"august--"

you murmured, looking up at him for a moment with soft eyes, suspense building up within your tummy releasing itself in aches, breath shaky.

"yes, baby?"

"i havent gotten this far before.

aggu stared down at you with an overly-eager grin, reassuringly kissing your temple before dipping down to slowly unzip the back of your dress, fingers kneading at your hipbones.

"do you want me t-"

"yes. please, aggu. i want you to be my first, bitte."

within seconds, you were reaching up to smush your lips against his with a soft moan, mans fingers dipping to pull the zip down as quickly as he could, sliding it just below your chest, immediately dipping down to kiss and suck at the plush of your chest, thumbs rolling over perky nipples.

you'd masturbated, yes, but you'd never gotten further than a few rubs to your clit and then shimmying away from the foreign sensation. you were scared, but god werent you even more excited.

"i'll go slow, ja? just tell me if its too much, schatz."

blonde muffled into your stomach as he discarded of the dress, kissing your tummy and making his way down your torso before stopping just at the lacey waistband of your red panties, index finger rubbing over the front of your wetness through the fabric, a soft gasp leaving you.

"you want this, hm?"

his tone was so condescending, slowly crouching down infront of you to lick a long stripe up your covered cunt, watching your back arch and your lips open in an `o` shape, hips jolting up. aggu was quick to correct this behaviour by pushing your hips down onto the bed, pushing the material to the side to have a standoff with your slick pussy.

his index and middle finger moved up to part your folds, hot breath hitting the sensitive spot as a whine left your trembling body, watching him push closer until he was shoving his face into you cunt, licking a long stripe up the middle.

it felt so strange, but so,fucking,good.

"oOh! august, jesus--"

tutting, his tongue encapsuled your cunt as his head bobbed up and down at a steady rythmn, soft cries leaving you every few seconds, cries fading into soft gasps and mewls.

"that is it.. you going to cum, cum on my tongue. taste sweet, like strawberries, need a sweetreat."

he purred into your pussy, vibrations sending your clit into overdrive, shoving two of his thick fingers into your tight cunt suddenly, practically biting back a scream as your thighs trembled against the side of his face, lifting to squish around his head, tightening around his skull.

it felt like forever for you, but for august he would kill for every moment of this rewinded, replayed, redone. would walk across the world just to taste you cum in his mouth, just once.

"oh--agg..feels weird, oh..ohoh! OH!"

before you knew it, the knot in your stomach was snapping and you were squealing into your bicep, hips arching off the bed as you rolled over to the side to escape the sensation, tongue lapping between your folds to taste your sweet release.

"good,goodgirl.. thats it, so good f'me."

exhaustion filled you,watching the german prop a pillow beneath your head and wipe your puffy pussy with a damp rag he'd hobbled to the bathroom to get, kissing your cheek while helping you redress into pyjamas afterwards.

"what about you?"

with your head cocked to the side, you gestured downwards to him; eyes trailing down as you looked at the large cum-stain now replacing the once painfully hard cock.

"used the bed, pookie."

"oh, dont fucking call me that.

and with a good nap, you prepped for round two.

[joostyklein]

cw; RPF, you searched for this! ski aggu x afab!reader, implied relationship beforehand, fingering, silly sex

ski aggu thrives under chaos, it nurtures his soul and his vibe, if he isn’t throwing himself around on stage, or getting shitfuck drunk then he’s not living right. and he definitely embraces that with you.

when you stumbled upon him one day in a stingy bar just after one of his friends sets—you weren’t expecting to find yourself in a different bar crammed in a stall, a month and 4 days into your relationship, with his thick fingers inside your tightening cunt.

fingers curled into the width of his shoulder with a dagger-like motion, your agape mouth trying to sloppily smush your alcohol scented lips against his neck, sobbing into the hickeys bloodied across the space.

“aggu—holy, fucking moly…”

an amused laugh rumbled from the german, his middle and ring finger entering and exiting your slick entrance with dedication, and the ferocity of a new lamborghini.

“yes? das ist nicht heilig, liebe”.

with a hurried kiss to your jaw, he hunched further over you and pressed his thumb to your clit—watching you squirm, then squeal as you fell to the floor and off of the toilet seat with a soft slap.

even more chaotic when women started barging into the bathroom, leaving aggu there alone in the stall as you stepped out of it, fixing your makeup in the mirror. forgetting about him, and heading home. remembering him, and then finding him drunk on the street.

chaos.

[joostyklein]

cw; RPF, you searched for this! pussyeating, aggus a munch, smoking, afab!reader,porn w/o plot, semi-public sex

ski aggu is a man of many talents, singing, jumping on stage, breaking bones, jumping on stage again, but his greatest, and most fearsome talent, is that his pussy eating skills are unimaginable.

his favourite time to enjoy some hard earned cunt, is after a gig. sitting in his changing room, cigarette rested between the gap of your index finger and middle as his tongue lapped at your heat, thumbs pressing into the mold of your thighs.

the blaring of the music in the pub outside the room is somewhat distracting, but not enough to deter your gaze from his own—your fingers dragging through the spikes of his messy hair, hung infront of his forehead with dabbles of sweat.

“come on, pet”.

the man purred into your clit, stubble scratching against the pearl with the energy and dedication of a cheetah after a helpless impala.

although, august loves those lazy mornings where he’s able to slide between your thighs affectionately and lap a long, continuous line up and down your folds—laying there like an inanimate doll, too tired and fatigued to fight him off when your orgasm hits and your backs arching off of the bedsheets, overstimulation beginning to settle in.

“..aggu.. get off—i’m gonna fucking explode, du hund”.

chuckling, he just spat onto your pussy with a disgustingly happy grin, petting his head like a canine who’d sat, rolled and pawed correctly.

“süß schmecken. like cherries, i like cherries. like your cherries.”

the german cooed softly, arm reaching up to paw at your breast, kisses tracing up towards your belly button.

“mhm? eat up, then.”

[joostyklein]

Hm…ski aggu breeding kink ohhhhh u wanna write about ski aggu breeding kink and spittttr oughhhhh….

notes; oh, yes i do nonnie..yes i do..

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aggu doesn’t like children, but he wouldn’t call himself a hater—he doesn’t get the idea of a paternal instinct when he see’s children, he just see’s innocent things that are dumb, sort of like him but smaller and fatter.

so, safe to say, when he sees your tenderness and carewith your niece babysitting he’s immediately head over heels for you again, shifting the weight of his hips upwards for a moment, listening to your soft whispers as you put her down for bed.

when the two of you are driving home, he doesn’t mention it. he doesn’t need to, as soon as you get home you feel his hands immediately kneading at the fat of your arse, moving your hand back to clutch at the back of his blonde strands.

“what is it, aggu? bedroom?”

the softness of your coo immediately had his cock chubbing up in the restraints of his expensive boxers, kissing the back of your shoulder.

“ja, liebling. very worked up.”

he doesn’t get the idea of a paternal instinct, but he gets the idea of a natural instinct, catching himself ramming into your plush cunt with eager ferocity as the plaps grew louder, practically sticking together with sweat.

“oh-oh-fuck, august!”

your lips parted as soft ‘o’ sounds and cries left your chest, watching the blondes’ saliva dribble down onto the curve of your chest, low grunts and huffs leaving his body with each hard slap.

“that’s, fucking, it.. fill you up, schatz.. make you a mommy, bet you’d—oh,fuck—be so good..”

aggu groaned into your shoulder, biting down on the flesh with his teeth for leverage, your ankle wrapping tightly around his back with a sharp squeal, balls slapping against the shape of your arse, the man leaning up slightly.

grabbing your face in one of his hands, your cheeks squished together and your mouth instinctively opened, his drool dribbling into your mouth like slow motion.

“gonna—fucking cum in you, fill you up nice..nice,tight..”

the rumble, the sudden feeling of his hand spanking your clit as the pink head of his thick cock pistoned against your g-spot, hand resting on your stomach. with a few tight clenches around aggu, your were arching off of the bed with a cry; thick seed spurting inside of your warm walls.

after he cleaned you up with a damp rag, and changed both of you into your pjs, you sat with his arm tucked around your waist, lips pressing against the shell of your ear.

“you really think i’d be a good mother?”

“mhm, don’t think we need more me’s, yet.”

[joostyklein]

first off, i hope your break is going well, only post this when you want to and have time!

second...i've been having ski aggu masked sex brainrot 😶‍🌫️ could i request the best fic writer on here to indulge me??

cw; RPF! p in v, badly written, clit stimulation, spitting, afab!rdr

aggu and you were sat on the sofa on a lazy sunday, your head rested on the middle of his lap as the tv played some random german programme, lashes batting against your cheek for a moment, before speaking up.

“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.

[joostyklein]

the video of ski aggu humping stuff with his broken back at his recent concert.. what can he do when it’s not broken?

[joostyklein]

ski aggu sex after a concert and he’s all sweaty and handsome n jsudjdjdkd…

[joostyklein]

pls all my requests r aggu and im fucking here for it!!!

queued post will be up today, thank you all for ur patience

[joostyklein]

dying as ski aggu in roblox is so humbling