#dark!joost klein

[k0juki]

Wolf in sheep's clothing

Dark!Joost Klein x fem!reader

Warnings: (Joost is not famous in this!) stalking, bad behaviour, maybe paranoia? mentions of killing and mentions of dead people... NOT EDITED!

English is not my first language, so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors!

Wc. over 1500

---

You always thought that you met Joost by accident. But was it really? With him you never know, and now you were pretty sure that it wasn't by accident. He is a man with charm, that's a very dangerous thing.

His blue eyes held more darkness than you had ever seen in anyone else. But there still was something in them, you just hoped it wasn't too late for him.

And even now that you aren't together, you still hoped there was some way to save him.

"By safe on your way home." Said your mother through the phone you had between your ear and shoulder.

"Yeah mom, I will. Don't worry, okay? I love you, bye." You ended the call and made your way home on the busy streets of Amsterdam. It was getting colder this time of year and you feared it would start snowing in a few weeks.

You hated that you had to lie to your mother, but it was for the best. She knew about your and Joost break up and she worried about you. And she would definitely get crazy if you told her the truth about your real parting.

It was a short trip home from the grocery store. Just around the corner, by the book store, where you always walk by. But you tried to walk here only during the day, not night. You saw in the news many times before how some doubtful people robbed other people near your apartment. This wasn't the best street to live on, but it was still your home after all.

The place you loved no matter what. Yes, it has some advantages and disadvantages, but what hasn't. And after you and Joost broke up, you tried to avoid this this shortcut as much as possible. You always thought that someone was watching you going through here, and now that you and Joost weren't together, you felt this feeling growth.

But it wasn't this unfamiliar gaze that scared you. No, you knew it very well who exactly it was. He is the one you should avoid, to hide from and to fear. Maybe you didn't know where he was, but you knew he was close.

You speed up a little and adjust your jacket around you with bag full of food in one hand and the other in your pocket. "It's alright Y/n, no-one is here, there's nothing to be scared of." You kept telling yourself, you were ready for everything.

"Y/n"

It was so quiet, you almost didn't hear it. You stopped in your tracks and slowly turned around. It was him, in all his glory. You didn't say anything. You couldn't, it was like he took all the oxygen and you just couldn't breathe.

"Y/n" he repeated and took a step towards you. But you couldn't move, it was like you were glued to the floor. Looking closer at him, you saw behind his glasses how his right eye was a bit swollen and purple around the corner. He didn't look good, in fact he scared you.

He stopped a few centimeters before you, practically breathing right in your face and you were sure, you were breathing just as hard.

"Wha..." you couldn't bring yourself to even speak properly, but you had to for your sake. "What are you doing here?" It was a simple question, but you didn't expect him to answer truthfully.

"I'm here to see you."

"No," Stepping back, you took your other hand out of your pocket, keeping distance between you and him. "You can't be here."

"Why not." This dull look in his ocean eyes wasn't the one you fell in love with, he wasn't your Joost. The one that cared for everyone so much all the time, even though he didn't have to. This wasn't your Joost that told you how much he loves you right when you woke up in the morning and before you fell asleep in his hold.

This wasn't him. This was someone else.

"You know why." Came out as a whisper. "We are done." You turned back around and continued your way home, you didn't stop even when you heard his voice calling after you.

"You can't keep doing this Y/n!"

He wasn't coming after you and you were glad, you just hoped you won't have to see him again.

As soon as you saw your apartment, you sighed and walked inside the building. He was gone.

Opening the door, you were greeted by loud meowing. It was like your cat brought you out of the trance. He was hungry and rubbed his head against your leg.

Kefir. He was a present from Joost and the name was an idea from him too. He knew how much you liked milk, so you immediately agreed. Your little nonstop meowing little Kefir.

You put the full bag on the counter after you made sure you locked the door. That night you couldn't sleep, how could you, and all because you saw something you shouldn't. It didn't had to end this way, but he had made his choice.

How can you hurt someone, let alone kill. This was twisted. Beyond disguising. And what was worse, you didn't told that to anyone, too scared to say something to someone. But you made your choice to break up with him. It didn't make you feel any less guilty, but you had to do something, anything at this point.

And you knew that if you looked out of the window, behind curtains, you would see him here standing with a cigarette in his mouth. How he was watching you every night for the past month since you broke up.

He scared you. Joost scared you.

---

You woke up later than usual, but there was no wonder. When you went to sleep, the sun was already up. When you looked out of the window, he was no longer here.

"Are you hungry?" You asked the cat and he just meowed as you made your way to the kitchen. You put kefir granules and got ready for the day.

Then you made your way to work and after the whole day, you had to say, you had enough. All those rude people and their bizarre ideas how you could do your job better.

When you went home you couldn't help but notice certain things. He wasn't here. Normally he was right there waiting in some dark corner watching over you or going behind you in crowded streets.

You didn't think much of it, thinking he finally stopped following you around like a lost puppy. You took a deep breath and stepped inside the building and made your way to the fourth floor.  As you opened the door, you knew he was there, in your home that used to be your both.

You immediately noticed, but it wasn't for your cat, because he came to greet you as soon as you opened.

You knew he was here because he didn't follow you home. It was a strange thing for him to do, but you got used to it.

"How did you get in?"

You heard his chuckle and saw him step to the light of your living room.

"I don't want you here Joost. I made that clear." You said to him feeling confident, but that didn't mean you feared him any less.

"I didn't mean to scare you that night, you know?" He admitted and made his way slowly to you.

"Do you..." You began "Do you want me dead?"

He didn't answer that, you didn't expect him to. He looked at you and after so long, you finally saw something in his eyes other than emptiness. It was like he recognised you.

"Dead?" Joost asked and tilted his head to the side. "Y/n, I don't want you dead."

"Then why do you keep doing this? Why are you scaring me? Why did you kill that guy?"

"I love you, can't you see that?"

He looked desperate and ashamed of himself. Like he didn't recognise himself too. Looking down he pulled you closer by your waist and put his head on top of yours. He squeeze your waist and then whispered.

"You don't get it, I had to do it."

"Why?"

"Because of you. For you."

Now it was your turn to be quiet. Too scared to say something. You didn't return the hug he was holding you in and he noticed. You closed your eyes as you felt them fill with tears of psychical pain and regret for someone's life they couldn't live.

This only made him hold you closer and harder. You took a deep breath and whispered.

"It doesn't have to end this way."

"No, it was always going to end this way."

---

Don't copy or translate my work. Also the picture is not mine, credit goes to owner.

A/n: idk how I should feel about this... it's not edited so... :))

[scaredforboomboom]

cinematic masterpiece~

[hk-rara]

Love the new hair and came up with this dumb idea of a vid lol

[av0nokin]

Just Joost a little 🤏🏻 bit flirting with cameraman and his device 🫦

.

.

author: jkhihi.l (TikTok)

[soizoukoi]

Currently studying the 'Trafik!' video frame by frame instead of sleeping

[irinamarart]

[guiltyasnia]

tumblrs so scary to me for no reason so this is like a semi formal intro from me to it all? i think?

im nia! (she/her)

- minor from uk

- multi stan! love pretty much all music

- more active on twt (guiltyasnia) so follow me there!!

- f1 is my personality and im proud

- I LOVE CRIMINAL MINDS SM!!!!

- proud yapper too ill talk to anyone online 😅

so idk whatever else to say or even if ppl do these on here lmfao

[killerlookz]

actually so serious i must know what moshing is like at joost’s shows (i guess primarily at festivals) like i’ve rlly only ever been to metal shows so things feel exceptionally brutal 😭 i’m so curious i always see videos but i cant tell from that!

[totallynotslothhh]

HOLD ME TIGHT

pairing: joost klein x fem!reader

word count: 4,674

warning: smut, smoking, alcohol, oral!fem receiving, lil angst and fluff ig, fwb

description: The confusion in y/n’s mind intertwined with the sadness of seeing her long-time ex with another girl. Joost, a guy from the same group of her friends, suggests starting a particular relationship that will forever alter their friendship.

author’s note: I wrote this story while my favorite series was playing in the background, and I discovered a new way to focus. Incredible, but true. ANYWAY, sorry for the delay, but I’ve been busy all week and I wanted this first part to come out especially well to kick off the rest of the story. As always, let me know if you like the idea, if you’d like to read more. Personally, I really love this mix of tension and sweetness, and whatever other adjective you want to attach to it.

I’ll leave you to the read. See you soon.

big kisses!

(sorry if there are grammatical errors, I tried my best, English is not my first language!!!🙏)

part.1 part.2 part.3

——————————————————————

The cold air of the night breeze hit my bare skin so sweetly that I felt almost cradled by that freshness, which gradually made the fiery red color fade from my cheeks, a color that had framed my face for the past few hours. I had lost track of how many minutes had passed since I stepped out onto the little balcony of my friend’s house. She had organized a party and decided to invite me, or better yet, force me to come. Everyone had noticed my bad mood, which had now been lingering for five months.

The most frustrating, miserable, and exhausting five months of my entire life.

I sighed, closing my eyes and bringing the rim of a plastic cup filled with beer to my lips, lips once painted in a dark, now faded violet. The hours spent inside the house and the sticky, humid July air had ruined the makeup I’d done earlier that afternoon. I was sleepy, maybe even a little high; the alcohol coursing through my veins had relaxed every tense cell and was making me lose myself in a stream of thoughts that had no shape.

It was abstract, slow, and chaotic.

Thoughts tangled with the heaviness on my eyelids and on my heart.

They were just thoughts.

All kinds of thoughts, all trying to ignore the reality I was in.

Seeing my longtime ex with another girl had made me nauseous that morning, seeing the person I had spent more than three years with, after dumping me in the most pathetic way, through text messages, now, five months later, there he was with a new girl. It made me feel stupid. Twice as stupid. Because it wasn’t the first time he’d made me feel like this.

-Am I the only one who’s still hurting over him?-

-Should I just move on?-

-Is it me? Or is he the asshole?-

-Am I supposed to feel this way? Is it okay to feel this way?-

The cold, bitter beer slid down my throat, and with every sip, I felt closer to complete confusion. The questions that had been bouncing around in my head in the first weeks after the breakup were resurfacing, even stronger now. I thought I was moving on, detaching myself from him, finally feeling free.

And then the photo. That damn photo: of him with his new girlfriend asleep next to him. A new girl… with my ex. My heart dropped, my breath caught, and my eyes watered. The same heart that was now racing in my chest, the same breath that now reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, the same eyes now lost and staring blankly ahead.

The party hadn’t lifted my spirits, it had only drowned me deeper in my crashing waves of thought. Deeper in despair.

I was hunched over the railing, arms resting on it, hands holding the cup. I was probably radiating negativity and gloom from every pore. I hadn’t had a good evening, probably because of the dark cloud that hovered around me and the moody expression that had settled on my face without me realizing.

“Everything okay?” The deep voice behind me made me shiver for a moment. I knew who it was, even if it took me a second longer than usual to recognize him. Strangely, I managed to, and turned just enough to glance back at him, checking that he was, in fact, talking to me. Joost. I had met him a few years ago at a mutual friend’s birthday party. Since then, at nearly every event, gathering, or hangout, he was there. He was outgoing, kind, and I enjoyed being around him. It didn’t surprise me that he was worried about me, it surprised me that he noticed me alone on the balcony.

There were a lot of people, and yet he noticed me.

I straightened up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, giving a faint smile, feeling almost shy at his interest.

“Yeah, thanks” I don’t know why my voice came out so small, but it felt like he had barged into my mental spiral, abruptly stopping the flow. I felt exposed, just from his gaze alone. I would’ve felt that way even if it had been anyone else.

“Are you sure? I saw you from across the room earlier and got worried.” He stepped slightly closer, and I smiled again, my eyes turning into tired little crescents. I leaned my elbows on the railing again and took another sip of beer, catching Joost out of the corner of my eye as he leaned back against the railing, cigarette between his lips, lighting it up.

“Yes… I mean, the usual stuff.” I answered simply, resting my head on my hand and turning my gaze to the guy next to me. That night, strangely, he looked really attractive to me. Never before had he seemed this good-looking: tousled blonde hair, nose and cheeks slightly red, a white T-shirt under a short-sleeved, open black shirt, dark baggy jeans that fell below his knees. Maybe he always dressed like that, he had a unique way of expressing himself, even in his music.

But that night, I particularly appreciated it.

Not that I knew much about his music career, he’d played me something once during a night we ended up chatting and smoking on the rooftop of a mutual friend. I was mesmerized watching him: how he drew from the cigarette, how his blue eyes squinted with each puff, how he tilted his head back as he exhaled the smoke. His signature glasses, his neat mustache framing his lips, it all made me ask myself, in my altered state:

-Why is he here next to me?-

-Why is he interested in me now, of all times?-

“Hey, are you listening to me?” His voice cut into my mind suddenly, pulling me out of the trance I had slipped into while staring at him, almost in admiration. I shook my head slightly and let out a faint laugh, realizing how I must’ve looked to him: a girl completely lost in the fog of her own mind. A smile spread across his face, dimples deepening on his cheeks.

“Sorry, I was just- just thinking… What did you say?” I asked, tilting my head slightly, trying to focus on his words.

“I asked if you wanted a hit” he said, offering me the cigarette he held between his fingers. I stared at it for a moment before taking it, my lipstick leaving a faint mark on the filter, one he didn’t seem to mind, since he took it back and kept smoking like nothing had happened.

I finished the last sip of my beer, then mirrored his posture, gripping the railing with both hands.

There was a strangely pleasant silence.

A backdrop to our slow and likely fleeting conversation, yet it was enough to distract me from my relentless thoughts, flowing like a waterfall.

“I heard you broke up a few months ago” he said softly, almost as if he feared he was treading on a sensitive topic. Which… it was.

A very sensitive one.

“Yeah… it’s kind of a long story. I wouldn’t want to bore you” I said, eyes dropping to my shoes, which I had lined up together, while my free hand played with the hem of my shorts.

“I’ve got nothing else to do. I wouldn’t have come over if I didn’t care.” His warm voice, his comforting words, his presence beside me, all of it nudged me to open up.

I looked up again, my eyes falling on the old ashtray on a small table in front of me, filled with cigarette butts probably a week old.

“He dumped me, with a message.” I glanced at him. His eyes widened in surprise.

A confused frown crossed his face, then his gaze dropped to mine, maybe trying to read the dark circles under my eyes, my heavy eyelids. Maybe trying to understand if he heard me right.

I smiled a little, finding the whole thing oddly amusing. From an outsider’s perspective, it must’ve all seemed strange.

But it was okay. Seeing his gaze fall on my curved lips was okay. It was exactly what I needed that night.

“No way, you’re joking” he said with a light laugh, matching mine. He probably thought I was kidding, that no guy who seemed that in love would break up with someone that way.

Yeah, I thought the same thing five months ago.

“If it weren’t true, I’d sleep more than four hours a night. He chose to be a jerk” I replied with a bitter half-joke, watching his expression soften more with every word I said. “Stuff like that happens, I mean, I try not to think about it too much… or at least I’m trying not to. It hurt, but life goes on… at least I think so.” I chuckled softly, placing my hands back on the railing and tilting my head toward the sky.

I felt Joost’s gaze, heavy on my lips, then on my whole face. I could’ve sworn the alcohol in my system was making me enjoy these little attentions far too much.

I didn’t really want to be alone.

I didn’t want to be left drowning in my own thoughts.

I needed someone to tell me everything was okay, even if everything felt wrong. And it was fine that it was Joost who was with me.

It was fine that it was Joost looking at me like that.

“I can’t believe he broke up with you over a message” he said, and I heard the sound of his hands sliding into his pockets after finishing his cigarette. He shook his head, shrugging slightly. My eyes stayed locked on him. It felt almost instinctive to bite my lower lip as I looked at him.

“I wouldn’t have treated you like that.” He met my gaze. There was a pause before he said those words, and they made me smile, an honest, amused smile, as if teasing him. I kept my eyes on his and raised my eyebrows in a playful challenge, noticing how he tilted his head slightly, mimicking my expression.

“What? You don’t believe me?” he said, squinting slightly, clearly waiting for a reaction. The air between us was growing electric, and my soft laugh only made it worse, or better. A shiver ran down my spine, and suddenly my thoughts drifted to what could happen if the tension between us grew even thicker. And the thought… oh, it was tempting.

“Should I believe you? You don’t even know me that well, what if you’d treat me worse?” I teased, shifting back to my original position: body leaning against the railing, but now my head fully turned toward him. He hadn’t moved, still holding that challenging stance, though now with his arms crossed across his chest.

“You don’t need to know everything about someone to treat them with dignity.” His voice had softened into something warm, even comforting, but his gaze and the cocky half-smile on his lips said something else entirely.

They spoke of desire. Or maybe I was just imagining it.

“But still… knowing someone matters. You don’t know what I like, what I can’t stand, what I do when I’m sad… you don’t know anything about me, and yet you say you’d treat me differently?” Our eye contact lingered while I crossed my legs and narrowed my eyes in response to his. I hadn’t flirted like this in nearly four years, and my heart started pounding, releasing a rush of adrenaline I hadn’t felt in forever.

-He’s already treating you differently-

“That’s another phase of getting to know someone, don’t you think? Maybe a deeper kind of knowing…” he said, and I saw his hand rise. I instinctively pulled back a bit, but then felt his fingertips brush against my cheek, gently tucking away a loose strand of hair that had fallen in front of my face. He was caressing my cheek, and it stirred a hollow ache in my stomach that made me smile. He seemed to like that smile. His eyes lingered on me a few seconds too long.

“You’d need that to really know if you’d treat me better or worse” I murmured, pressing my cheek into his warm palm, his fingertip gently tracing along my cheekbone.

“Why are you fighting this so much? Can’t you just admit I’m better than him? Even just in this conversation?” he asked, and I suddenly felt completely vulnerable. I lowered my gaze, and he followed it right away, that same little smirk on his lips, his hand steady and gentle on my face.

-He was right. He probably was. Most likely.-

“Look at me, y/n” he murmured, letting his fingers slide to my jaw, lifting my chin ever so slightly to guide my gaze back to him.

-When did he get so confident? So bold?-

“You’re playing dirty…” I whispered, locking eyes with his again, my cheeks warming under the tension of the moment. I felt completely lost. He was talking too much and doing too little.

If we didn’t end up in bed that night, I was going to be seriously disappointed.

“You’re taking advantage of a girl who just got dumped… mhhh, not so much better, Mr. Klein” I whispered, my eyes dropping from his to his lips. He liked that. I could tell from the low chuckle and the way he sighed. He let go of my chin and slid his hand back into his pocket, licking his lips.

I could see his mind racing, lingering on thoughts for long, quiet seconds, which gave me the illusion I had the upper hand.

-Upper hand on what? On a conversation that’s leading us to fuck?-

The thought made me laugh, and I let the sound slip out, still watching him, waiting for a reply.

“Aren’t you the one keeping this going?” he said, mock confused, raising an eyebrow and making a dramatic little frown. I rolled my eyes and bit my lip to stifle another laugh.

“You started it” I shot back, sticking out my tongue at him and letting my giggle spill freely. I placed my hands behind my back almost childishly, noticing the way his eyes dropped to my body, lingering a second longer on the low neckline of my fitted short-sleeved top I’d chosen for the party.

Joost could look. I was fine with it. I wanted him to.

-How long has it been since someone looked at you like that?-

“Why don’t you shut up for a bit?” The words landed directly in my ears, and I didn’t get a chance to respond, because he leaned down and crashed his lips onto mine.

I gasped at the contact, instantly reaching up to cup his face, feeling his hands grab my hips, then slide briefly along the curve of my back. His lips were desperate against mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth so quickly it made my whole body pulse with heat, lower. I hadn’t felt that in months.

I was getting wet so fast it was almost embarrassing.

-Would he have found that pathetic? No, he’s not the type-

His cheeks under my hands were just where they needed to be, and when his grip on my hips tightened, pulling me closer to him, I let out a muffled moan into his mouth, answering every needy, filthy movement of his lips.

We were two people who couldn’t wait to discover each other under the sheets.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or that natural craving to connect with someone physically, or maybe it was Joost’s inner and outer beauty, maybe it was all of it combined that made me say yes to going to his place. He whispered the suggestion against my lips after that passionate, promising kiss.

And just fifteen minutes later, we were in Joost’s hallway. We barely made it inside before crashing into each other again. I felt his hands grab my face, his lips returning to mine, his breath rushed and full of lust. The taste of alcohol and cigarette was back in my mouth as I kissed him again. I pressed my hands to his chest, fisting the fabric of his shirt and tugging it off him, letting it fall to the floor without a second thought. Now my hands were on his bare arms.

He groaned into the kiss, slipping his hands under my bare legs. I wrapped myself around him, legs around his waist, arms around his shoulders, and we didn’t even pause the kiss: frenzied, wet, now layered with hunger.

We’d already spent what felt like hours kissing on that balcony, with the late-night chill cooling our flushed bodies.

But now, there was no more time to waste.

-Maybe I really could forget my ex.-

“I really want to see if I’m not better than him” I heard whispered in my ear, still clinging to him as he walked toward the bedroom. I was so dazed I didn’t even look around, I didn’t inspect even a single inch of the apartment he lived in; the feeling of his hands gripping my ass, his breath against my neck, the scent of his skin, and simply his presence made me weak.

I felt myself laid down onto the mattress, relaxed against the cool sheets of his bed, which felt like they had been arranged just for that moment. I sighed, biting my lower lip and fixing my gaze on Joost’s body as he undressed: he had taken off his shirt and was unbuckling his belt while keeping his eyes locked on mine.

“So sure of yourself?” I murmured, spreading my legs and raising my knees, almost like an invitation for him to descend onto my still-clothed body. He left the belt undone, his jeans unzipped, but didn’t take them off, in fact, he left them on even as he began to take care of me.

His fingertips gripped the hem of my shirt, using his gaze to let me know I needed to lift up. After pulling it off, his lips went straight to my neck, and his hands worked on the button of my shorts. He didn’t even manage to take them off before sliding his hand inside and caressing my wetness, even through my panties.

I muttered a few disjointed words, sounding more like pleading than anything else, arched my back, and ran my hands into his blond hair. His lips traveled down to my chest, leaving kisses, gentle bites, and teasing licks on the bits of skin exposed by my still-on black bra, which I wouldn’t remove until the act itself. His body over mine, his fingers circling my throbbing clit, and his lips hungrily, relentlessly moving down my belly.

I felt like the center of attention.

I felt truly seen by someone in that moment.

His seductive eyes sought mine, filled with pleasure not yet released.

“Please…” I whispered breathlessly, tugging at his hair to tell him to move. The more I trembled, the more he moved his hand, eventually pushing my panties aside and sliding his middle finger into my wetness. The obscene sounds left my lips as if they’d always belonged there.

I shut my eyes, arching my back, one hand gripping the sheet below me, which grew messier with each of Joost’s movements.

“so needy…” he said, lips brushing against the goosebumped skin of my belly, his finger continuing inside me, pressing exactly where it made me melt. I lifted my hips to encourage him, groaning in frustration when he withdrew his finger, leaving me empty for a few seconds just to pull down both my shorts and panties.

I flushed, throwing my head back into the pillow as I felt his warm breath against my core. No further words were needed before I felt the tickle of his mustache on my mound, and his hot, wet tongue traced precise licks along my entrance. I barely held in a moan, both hands gripping his hair and pushing him against me. I felt him smile against my skin, only encouraging him further.

His lips latched onto my throbbing bud, sending shocks of pleasure through my entire body.

The electricity hit its peak when he suddenly inserted both his index and middle finger, adding a steady rhythm along with his frantic tongue on my clit.

I was going insane. That combination of movements, the obscene sounds from the clash of my fluids and his saliva, his occasional gaze, everything was perfect.

He kept licking, sucking, rubbing his lips against my entrance; sliding his fingers in and out, his fingertips working the same magic as before. I wrapped my legs around his head, gently pressing his cheeks against my hot thighs, making him groan, a sound that only added to the intensity rushing toward its peak with each minute.

His jaw was probably starting to ache, but I never once felt him pause, not unless it was to slightly shift his tongue’s rhythm. I was writhing beneath him, feeling the orgasm build closer. I gripped his hair, placed my feet on his back, thrusting my hips into his mouth and moaning loudly.

“Yes! Yes… please, Joost…” My pleas pushed him to continue, keeping that same pace until he felt my juices surge and my muscles tighten. I came quickly, moaning and tensing as he only stopped once I had completely ridden the orgasm. Panting, with a sheen of sweat on my body, I lifted my dazed eyes to look at him. He rose, equally breathless, his lips and chin glistening with my release.

“I need to fuck you.” he said, pulling himself up fully, his lips crashing onto mine in hungry kisses and bites, muffling our messy noises, which spoke only of desire.

After a few minutes, he managed to retrieve a condom from the top drawer of the nightstand. I didn’t give him time: while he was busy opening it, I had already dragged him back down beside me, lips plastered to his, leaving wet, desperate kisses from his lips to his neck to his arm, needy, tender kisses, full of unspoken words and overwhelming feelings.

“y/n, wait…” he chuckled, tossing the wrapper to the floor and sliding the condom on, as I kept nibbling gently on his shoulder, watching him crawl back over me with the same hunger as before.

“You really can’t wait five minutes? I just made you come” he said, smiling and glancing from my eyes to my lips, hands gripping the backs of my thighs.

“Aren’t you supposed to prove you’re better?” I teased, hands on his shoulders, laughing softly before moaning as I felt his length push inside me.

It was the most frantic, sweet, attentive fuck of my life.

His hips moved between deep, hard thrusts and slow, reassuring ones; words exchanged between carnal passion and ones that made me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

A rollercoaster. That’s what it was.

His exhausted, sweaty body lay collapsed on mine, fists clenched beside my head, his face next to mine, his cock buried deep inside me. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, my nails now gently tracing his back after having scratched it with impulsive intensity at every deep thrust.

I kept my eyes closed, maybe afraid to open them and realize it had all been a dream.

-Maybe afraid to open them and realize I could live without my ex-

One of the most fulfilling sensations of my life. The two most intense orgasms I’d ever had.

They had erased every thought, every fear, every bad emotion. Feeling Joost’s body against mine, his heavy breath in my ear, made me feel alive again.

“You okay?” he whispered into the crook of my neck, leaving little kisses to check on me since I hadn’t moved a muscle.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m good” I answered in a whisper, running my hands slowly through his hair as he pulled back slightly to catch his breath, his gaze roaming over my naked body. I let my hands fall to his chest, a small smile forming as I noticed the faint red marks I had left on his pale skin, dotted with occasional tattoos.

“You?” I asked in return, holding his gaze for a few seconds before unhooking my legs from his waist, letting him pull out.

Which he did, removed the condom and tossed it in the bin next to the bed.

“Never been better” he replied, lying down beside me and, with a natural gesture, pulled the sheet over both of us, assuming without asking that I’d be staying the night.

I accepted the silent decision and curled up on my stomach, closing my eyes and listening only to the slowing beat of my heart, still coming down from the high.

Joost’s naked warmth was the perfect lullaby, but I wasn’t sure I could treat it like it was just casual sex.

-I needed all of it. I needed that warmth-

I opened my eyes and found him already looking at me with those blue eyes that radiated so much certainty, it made me shy.

He noticed. He noticed my shyness, and it made him chuckle.

“Are you laughing at me?” I asked, hugging the soft pillow for a bit more confidence.

“Why?” his raspy voice perfectly framed the image of his tired but relaxed face. He placed a hand on my lower back, moving gently closer until he curled up beside me. I looked at him with those doe eyes I knew had a certain effect on him; he kept eye contact and nestled his head against my arm.

“You are laughing” I said again, sliding my arm around his shoulders, turning immediately toward him, embracing him. In turn, he ran a hand down my back and slowly closed his eyes, nuzzling against my chest, resting his head on my breast.

“Because you’re cute.” That sentence made me smile. I ran my hands through his hair and tangled my legs with his long ones.

“And that’s a good reason to laugh?” I asked, my face close to his as he lifted his head to look at me. A small hum came from his lips as he glanced over my tired face.

“We should do this more often… now that you don’t have a boyfriend…I mean, I just liked it. I like you�� he said, stumbling a little but clearly trying to communicate his thoughts.

A thought that took root in my head.

A thought that left a hollow feeling in my stomach.

A thought that made my fingers tingle, which I kept busy stroking his soft hair I had been pulling just moments ago in ecstasy.

Pleasure, felt physically and emotionally.

Pleasure I’d gladly feel again.

Pleasure I hadn’t felt in a long time, wasted thinking about a guy who no longer wanted me the same way.

“Yeah…” I could only manage to respond with a breath, realizing I hadn’t even noticed I was holding it.

That night was just the first of many we’d spend tangled together, lost in each other’s warmth. Exhausted after sex, using it purely as an outlet. The following morning was just the first of many we’d spend drinking coffee together, watching each other, and truly discovering one another, piece by piece, we were building something not just physical, maybe something emotional.

Every glance, every word, every moment pulled me further from the image I had of my ex.

And I wondered: was I doing the right thing?

All this physicality with Joost, was it really what I needed? Was I just using him? Did the warmth that filled my heart every time he held and kissed me mean anything? Or was it just pure surface level emotion?

That thought haunted me. And while part of me was happy every time I was with him, another part wasn’t sure I understood the situation I was in anymore.

[just1cefor4ll]

Cigarettes After Sex

Joost Klein x fem!reader

warnings: implied smut

a/n: sorry this is so short, tried to get something out as soon as possible for you guys🩵

｡ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⋆ ˚⋆⋆ ｡

╰┈➤ ⋆｡‧˚ʚ 🐦 ɞ˚‧｡⋆

The room felt hot. The type of hot when you went to change after P.E. in the changing room during the summer. You panted slightly, head rested on the fluffed up pillows, goosebumps evident on your arm as your boyfriend rubbed your back with his slender fingers. You let out a sigh, lifting yourself up by the shoulders your upper body getting exposed which made you look away. You heard Joost chuckle, bringing you closer your sweaty bodies tangled together. “Why so shy? You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” He says, voice more low and raspy than usual. You smiled softly, running your hand through his messy blonde, almost white hair, deciding to get up you slip from under the covers, not without Joosts protests; “Just stay for a few more minutes..” He whined but you managed to slip from his grasp, your bare skin getting hit with the cold air. You shiver slightly, stretching before getting up to grab some fresh pyjamas and walk to the bathroom, running yourself a warm bath. You groan, your aching body finally relaxing in the boiling water. It hurt but felt so good on your skin. You decide to stay like this for about 15 minutes, getting yourself clean and ready for bed, slipping on your fresh pyjamas and dry your soaking wet hair.

You get out of your bathroom and walk down the small hall to your bedroom, Joost only in his boxers, lighting some candles and turning on the LEDs you bought when you moved in together. You admired his body, your stomach turning even after seeing it hundreds of times before which made you feel like an obsessed fan girl. You walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his back gently. He turned you around, admiring every part of you looking love struck. He kisses you on the forehead before going to get his sweatpants that were across the room and grabbed a pack of cigarettes out of the pockets. He gestures the box towards you, offering you one so you gladly accept, grabbing a random lighter from your bedside table and walk to your balcony after quickly grabbing one of Joosts hoodies.

You sat on the seats you got for the balcony, bringing your knees to your chest and look at the streets of Amsterdam. You exhale the grey smoke and rest your head on Joosts shoulder who sat right next to you. He put a comforting hand on your bruised thigh, gently rubbing circles on it and kisses the side of your head. “The moon is so beautiful today mijn liefje.” (my love) He says, kissing your cheek and then the corner of your mouth. He moves down to your neck, feeling soft pecks on your skin you let out a soft gasp since your neck was covered in love bites he left just a few hours ago. “I love you too.” You say and inhale the smoke one last time before putting it out and throwing it in the ashtray in front of you on the small coffee table you had on the balcony. A comfortable silence fell upon the two of you you, Joost rubbing your arm softly and you were practically falling asleep. The cars passing by and the chatter of drunk teens that were out way past their curfew was lulling you to sleep. You weren’t the type to fall asleep when it was dead quiet, always soft music playing in the background or you just left the window open for some noise to come in. Joost didn’t mind this at all, he was quiet a heavy sleeper not even a cold bucket of ice being able to wake him up.

Joost takes out another cigarette, lighting it and inhaling the smoke before letting the smoke leave his lungs. He offers you the cigarettes, putting it up to your mouth and you gladly accept, letting it burn your lungs a soft sigh escaping your lips. The sun was about to rise, the dark blue colour turning a purple-ish to pink colour. It hit your eyes perfectly, bringing out the colour of your eyes more. You groan, not enjoying that the sun was literally trying to burn your eyes alive. Joost throws the now cigarette butt away and lifts you up, walking with you back to your bedroom and lays down on the bed with you. Your legs get tangled together, it was almost as if it was now an instinct to do that whenever you cuddled or went to sleep. You burried your face in his neck, shutting your eyes as a quick yawn escaped your lips. “Please tell me your staying home tommorow..” You plead, sounding almost like a desperate child. Joost just nods tiredly, kissing you on the forehead “hm.. goede nacht schat..” He says while yawning and clings to you like his life depended on it. He slowly fell asleep, leaving you slone with your thoughts. This was almost like a dream, this whole event, but even if it was you couldn’t have asked for a better one.

｡ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⋆ ˚⋆⋆ ｡

╰┈➤ ⋆｡‧˚ʚ 🐦 ɞ˚‧｡⋆

[k0juki]

Guys what I have just star writing?! I'm-🤯💀

[scaredforboomboom]

🖤 dark Europapa 🖤

[urfavleo777]

joost klein x fem!oc smut

warnings: fingering, language.

The club near the beach seemed to be a favorite attraction for tourists.

After midnight, every corner was bustling with life, people were constantly smiling and exchanging long discussions at the tables. There was no room for lack of alcohol; every table was decorated with at least one bottle of wine or, in crazy cases, vodka. The music playing in the background pushed guests towards the dance floor, where they danced to the rhythm of fast songs.

“It's only our third day and we have already made this place our tradition.” My friend Lena exclaimed, accidentally spilling her glass of vodka. “Fuck! I knew everything was going too well!”

Amber and I burst into laughter as we watched our friend make sloppy movements to wash away the stinking liquid. Amber was really beautiful. She had large, almost black eyes. Quite strong makeup emphasized her delicate facial features and full lips.

We met her on the first day of our trip in the Netherlands. We bumped into each other while looking for a hotel in Noordwijk; or rather, we were saved by her. The taxi dropped me and Lena off at a remote location, both of our phones were dead, so we didn't know how to get to the hotel. The fact that it was only a few minutes after midnight didn't help at all. I remember thinking we would be stuck there forever.

Fortunately, we found Amber on a dark street where she was returning from work. She calmed us down and helped us find our way. We thanked her, she wrote her phone number on a piece of paper and the next day she took us here; to a lively beachside pub. We've been coming here every night since then.

“Come on, I'll help you wash it off. It's a waste of such a pretty dress.” She said calmly, standing up and leading Lena towards the door marked with a triangle symbol. Lena's crimson lips curved into a slight smile and she looked at me, her look instantly revealing her shock and nervousness. Oh, I knew exactly how Lena felt about Amber. She told me that the day after we met, they exchanged messages. I often caught her smiling at the phone, but out of respect for them, I chose to act as if I knew nothing.

“We'll be right back, Y/n. Maybe you'll find yourself a nice gentleman who will make your evening even more pleasant!” A smirk appeared on Lena's face. I rolled my eyes, hiding my amusement.

“Have fun and don’t get lost this time!” Amber called after me and giggled.

“Maybe you'd better not come back!” I stuck my tongue out at them in a mocking way.The girls gave me the middle finger before the door finally closed.

I sighed, taking a sip of vodka, washing it down with Pepsi. I felt the vibrations on my body, despite my fatigue I felt the call of the music. There was a smell of alcohol in the air and the smell of smoke released from time to time from under the DJ console. 

After one glass of alcohol in a row, I stopped feeling tired. A dance floor full of dancing people seemed damn tempting. The thumping bass and catchy beats effectively encouraged me to devote myself to the music. 

Seconds and minutes passed and the girls didn't come back. White light flashed from the ceiling from time to time, blinding for a second. I squinted a bit and checked the time on my phone. 01:01 AM.

Suddenly I felt someone's eyes on me. This may sound funny because, hey, I was just in a crowded club, it's normal for people to look at each other. But this was different, I felt frustrated when someone was staring at me and I didn't even know who.

I looked up from my phone and then I saw him.  A few tables in front of me, a man sat alone, sipping a drink. His blond hair was messy and disheveled, and he was wearing thick-rimmed glasses. Something moved strangely inside me when our eyes met. He gave me a brave smirk that it sent shivers down my spine.

When he realized that I had exposed him, he took off his glasses and put them on the table. However, he was too far away for me to get a good look at his facial features. I noticed that he was holding a cigarette in the fingers of his right hand. He took a drag of it, watching me in concentration. Is smoking even allowed in clubs?

Girl, you're in the Netherlands. I reminded myself.

“Y/n!” I heard someone shouting my name as I turned back and saw Amber and Lena running towards me. When they both took their seats, I had a perfect view of their rosy cheeks, uneven breathing and the abashed glances they were sending to each other. I suppressed a smile with a clear throat. “I'm sorry you had to wait so long. Lena got her dress so dirty that we had to take it all off to clean it.”

Why is everybody having sex except me?

“Oh, I can certainly imagine that. Actually, I’m tired of sitting in one place all the time. How about hitting the dance floor?”

“Finally! I thought you'd never ask!” Lena squealed, grabbing both of our hands.

About half a minute later we were in a different state of consciousness. The colorful spotlights seemed brighter and the music seemed louder. We were jumping to the rhythm of some electronic song, shouting its lyrics to each other. The song was in a foreign language and it was the first time I heard it, so Amber was probably the only one in our group who sang the lyrics correctly. My legs were burning with fire. It's been a long time since I spent such a long time on the dance floor dancing non-stop, but I enjoyed it. 

Now I was much closer to the table of the man who was staring at me with incredible passion.

I looked at him again, and when we made eye contact, he winked at me. The stranger, dressed in black jeans and a gray hoodie, stared at me with an unreadable expression, blonde hair falling across his forehead. I didn't even know his name, but everything about him was suddenly stirring something inside me. His blonde hair. High cheek bones. His mustache. The tattoos on his hands. His smile too. It was something I couldn't look away from. As if I'd seen him somewhere before, but couldn’t recall where.

When “Careless whisper” started playing and Amber and Lena started to get closer to each other, I decided to leave them alone.

I gave a thumbs up to give Lena courage. She smiled shyly and placed her hands on Amber's waist. I apologized to the people around me and left the dance floor, heading outside. I needed to get some fresh air, and more specifically, listen to the sound of the sea waves.

The night was cold and the wind bit at my bare arms, chills running through my body. I sat down on the sand and scolded myself for not bringing anything to cover my head and shoulders. 

I inhaled sharply and then listened to my heartbeat because I was alone. I didn't worry about getting my dress dirty. It was worth it for this view. 

I started to feel dizzy. I felt like I was about to fall asleep. I shouldn’t have drank too much.

"Enjoyed dancing to one of my songs, huh?" I suddenly heard a raspy voice from behind me. I turned around to experience the biggest shock of my life. It was the same man who had ogled me in the club. I looked at him with wide eyes. The moonlight fell on him, making his honey skin shine, while the wind blew, making his hair move gently. Even the moon wasn't as beautiful as him.

I scrunched my nose. I tried to recreate all the songs I danced to in my head. I didn't have to wait long until he finally sat down next to me.

“You're a musician?”

He let out a small chuckle and, oh my God, his laugh was so hot. 

“Yeah, something like that. But lately people have gotten used to calling me Europapa. I guess, I don't have a name anymore.” I laughed at his words. After his hint, I was finally able to figure out what song he was the author of.

“Ah, it's you. I knew you reminded me of someone. In my country, people already made you a global superstar.”  He raised an eyebrow at me and smirked.

“Oh, really? Where are you from?”

I nodded. “Poland, straight from the capital. How about you, Joost?”

I used his name for the first time since I could finally remember it. Judging by the expression on his face, I had to amuse him with my pronunciation because he started laughing. The smile disappeared from my face.

“No, no, no. Mh, I live in Leeuwarden, but currently I’m on tour. Came here in order to relieve my stress a bit. And you can call me whatever you want.”

I almost offered him another way to relieve his stress. It took all my might to hold back my laughter.

“Oh, I feel flattered.”

For a moment I looked at his shapely lips. Of course, he noticed that.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.” I mumbled in a quiet voice, not knowing what to say.

“Can I get your name?” He asked finally.

“It's Y/n.” I said honestly, looking straight into his blue eyes. “Do you have anything to explain how you were devouring me with your eyes earlier?”

I bit the inside of my cheek, mentally scolding myself. I really should learn to keep my mouth shut.

I looked up, immediately seeing a wide smile on Joost's face.

“Sorry. You're just so fucking pretty, I couldn't help myself.”

I bit my lip, suppressing a loud moan. I hated myself for how much he affected me.

“Can I?” He asked before placing his hand on my bare thigh. I nodded excitedly, waiting for him to move, which made him laugh a little.

“Mh- yes. Please.” I added with a pleading look on my face.

He dragged his hand slowly to my inner thigh, tossing my leg over his thigh, and made a low humming noise that vibrated from his chest.

Before I knew it, Joost's lips were smushed against mine in a passionate kiss. I gasped into his mouth as I melted against his lips, my hands resting comfortably on his muscled arms as his laid against my warm neck. Joost grasped the underside of my thighs and pulled me off the ground, wrapping my legs around his hips. 

“Joost..” I moaned breathily as his puffy lips attacked my neck, “I need you.”

“Of course you do, who wouldn't?” He teased, leading me towards his car. It was so dark that even if someone had been on that beach with us, wouldn’t have noticed us.

“Such a narcissist.”

Joost chuckled, “You know, if you shut that slutty mouth for once, you'd be so pretty.”

He opened the car door and put me in the back seat. After a while, he closed the door and sat down next to me.

“Oh, Y/n. I will give your body exactly what it deserves.” He said, a wide grin on his face as he leaned down to kiss me once more.

I bit my bottom lip and answered with one simple word.

“Yes.”

Joost wasted no time. He placed me on his lap and rolled up my tight dress. He moved his hands all over my body, making me go crazy.

“Your body is art.” He murmured.

His eyes pierced through mine, his gaze so intense that I almost melted on top of him. My hand shyly reached for his, playing around with his fingers and I moved my eyes down to look at what we were doing. “Is that what you want?” His voice was soft as if to not scare me away. “You want my fingers?” I looked in his eyes again and nodded my head quickly, feeling a tingling sensation on my stomach from the excitement. His other hand came up to caress my cheek and a little smirk could be seen on his lips. 

I moved on his lap when I was ready and one of his hands grabbed my hip while the other one ran up and down my thigh.

“Please.” I moaned, grasping his forearm tightly as I scrunched my face up in pleasure.

His fingertips brushed through my folds, coating them in my juices and I whined when I felt him rub slowly at my clit. “You're a soaking mess, baby.” His voice was so calm, a contrast to how shaky my breath was.

I gasped and he started applying more pressure to my clit. He eased one of his fingers inside me and a soft moan left my lips, my hips moving to ride his finger, his eyes intensely staring at me. “More.” I whined quietly.

“More?” He smirked and inserted another finger, feeling how my walls clenched around his digits, his hand moving to match the movements of my hips, thrusting his finger in and out of my pussy and I could ear the wet sounds it did.

“I'm so c-close, Joost. Just like that.” I moaned louder, locking his fingers between my legs. 

“Cum on my fingers, baby.”

“Oh God,” I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure rocked through my body.

When I was done, he slowly removed his fingers from my pussy, moving them to his mouth, sucking my juices from them, grunting at the taste of me which made me sigh heavily at the sight in front of me.

“Take off your pants, Joost.”

“Of course, baby.” He chuckled, politely following my order.

[av0nokin]

Archive ⚡️

[ketaundkrawall]

Backstage ☽｡⋆ Joost Klein

Summary: Joost fucks you backstage.

Warnings: smut (18+!!), pwp (like literally), unprotected piv, oral (m!receiving), chocking, teasing (😈), softdom!Joost, gf!reader, sex in a backstage area, praise kink (blink and you’ll miss it), horny idiots and I hope that’s it, no use of Y/N, afab!reader

WC: 969ish

A/N: so this one is based on this request I got few days ago! Thank you for the req Nonnie :3!! I hope it lives up to what you imagined 🥹 and reqs are always open for you all my people ✨

18+ under the cut!

The air was heavy and warm, your skin layered with a coat of sweat as Joost pressed you against the wall of the backstage area. The concrete cooling your skin down as his hands roamed all over your body. Teeth clashing and heavy breathing the only audible sound in the small room. The soft tips of his fingers drawing circles on your hips, pulling you even closer to him.

Turning his head away and he looked you deep in the eyes. Oh those beautiful eyes. “I need you now.” He said, desperation coating his words.

An equally needy sound leaving your lips as he took your hand and pressed it firmly against his crotch, showing you just how much he needed you right now.

Your hands were quick to find his belt, opening it while falling on your knees in the process. Hooking your fingers through the loops of his jeans you pulled them down along with his boxers, freeing his throbbing erection. Your mouth watering at the sight in front of you.

Feeling a hand around your chin Joost made you look up at him. His hair was all messy, his cheeks flushed and eyes dark with lust. Definitely a sight for sore eyes. “Open your mouth for me.” He said, brushing his thumb over your lower lip.

Not breaking eye contact you opened your mouth, watching his every move, as he pushed his thumb into it. Closing your lips around it you twirled your tongue around his thumb, sucking slightly on it which earned you a deep moan from him.

Soon the finger was replaced with his dick. Watching you move your head and working his length into your mouth, Joost closed his eyes. Enjoying the feeling of the wet and warmth of it. He always loved when you got on your knees for him. As he looked down he could’ve come there and then. Your eyes were closed as your pretty little mouth swallowed him whole.

Feeling the familiar warmth spread across his lower abdomen he was quick to pull you off him, earning a whine from you. “Hey!”

Grabbing your arm he pulled you up and pushed towards a table that was standing in the middle of the room.

Your brain couldn’t really comprehend what happened next. Joost swiftly and in one motion emptied the table with one arm. Bottles and plastic cups clashing onto the floor making a mess. Bending you over he pulled your skirt up your hips.

Biting your lip to keep you from moaning his thumb brushed against the wet fabric of your tiny thong you decided to wear. “Are you gonna fuck me now or what?” You sneakily remarked, gaining you another slap on your ass, harder this time.

“Definitely will baby. Definitely will.” He mumbled. Pushing it down your legs, you shivered as the air hit your wet and dripping cunt. The feeling of Joosts fingers sliding up and down your wet slit made you hold onto the table harder. Knuckles turning white.

Grinning to himself he watched you writhe beneath him. Deciding not to tease you more, he wrapped his slick coated fingers around his dick, giving it a few strokes before teasing your entrance with the tip.

Whimpering you tried to push back for some friction. “Ah-ah.” Joost chuckled.

Another whine and god he loved when you let out those little noises, blood rushing straight to his cock.

Snapping his hips forward you practically screamed his name out of pleasure. His hips now flush against your ass. “P-please.” Your desperation was music to his ears. “Fuck me Joost.” And that was all he needed to hear. He grabbed you by your neck, pressing the side of your face against the table, fucking into you like a mad man.

Skin slapping against skin and shallow breaths filling the quiet room. “So good for me.” He moaned. “Taking my cock so well Schat (Baby). Feeling so perfect around me.”

You tried to say something but your brain was fogged. Only filled with cock and the feeling of his hand around your neck, chocking you oh so nicely.

It didn’t take long for the both of you to come closer to the edge. Joost could feel your pussy tighten around his cock, indicating him that you were close so he put two fingers on your clit rubbing it in tight circles. “Come on, I know you’re close.” He breathed out, feeling his own release building up in the pit of his stomach. “Cum on my cock baby.”

And with that you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your mind went blank as your orgasm washed over you, knees buckling. You were sure if Joost didn’t hold you up by your hips you’d fall right over.

Feeling you tighten around him his hips stuttered before stopping completely and emptying himself deep inside you.

It takes you a moment to come down to planet earth. Pulling out of you, you could feel a kiss being pressed to the back of your head. Feeling too fucked to get up, you just stayed in your place, hearing your boyfriend getting dressed again. The loss of contact making you whine softly.

Looking around the dressing room, Joost picked up a cloth to clean you up, being very gentle and soft. “Thank you.” He said, pulling your panties back and your skirt down before helping you stand back on your wobbly legs.

You chuckled. “No need to thank me next time just warn me before attacking me like a horny teen.” Leaning closer you pressed a kiss against his lips. “Let’s get back out there. Bet everyone’s wondering where you are.” And with that you both walked back out the room and right back into the crowded hall of the club Joost had just performed in minutes ago.

-

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this little cutie and feel free to ask/request anything!!

[zyonsay]

Begrijp je me? JOOST KLEIN

Summary: You get home to discover an upset Joost.

Reader: Genderneutral

Warnings: Mention of struggling with mental health, sadness BUT theres comfort!

Now playing: 'Antwoord" by Joost Klein

AN: Hi guys! I had this idea a few days ago, never got around to writing it tho. Assignments are kicking my ass and im knee deep in a psychiosis. This one is relatively short (1k words) but more self indulgent! Love yall, take care <3

#Justice for Joost

A dark, heavy blanket was already draped over the city. Your job often required you to work late evenings, which was unfortunate but in your current situation not avoidable. Together with the support of a good friend, you had already sent out a few job applications some time ago, but nothing has come out of that yet.

Ik moest wachten, wachten, wachten op een antwoord

Your shoes quietly clacked on the wet sidewalk. The stars shone brightly but were also accompanied by heavy rain. Sighing tiredly, you pulled your hood further over your head, as if it would do anything against the water drops being catapulted right into your visage. Maybe it was time to take out your bike from the garage again.

Keek in de spiegel, zag de vraag en het antwoord

The water crawled up your jeans slowly but surely, having reached your calves already. The wet fabric slapping against your leg was a sensory nightmare, you were cursing every single inch you’d have to walk till arriving at your apartment building.

Ik moest wachten, wachten, wachten op een antwoord

With hurried steps you raced up the staircase. Number 2.06, Number 2.06. A content and slightly exhausted huff escaped you as the three black numbers finally graced your field of view.

Dans met de duivel, die heeft mij allang door

Your keys rattled as you locked the door. Usually there’d be a salt lamp lit on the coffee table in the living room, but this evening everything was dark and quiet. Not that it was usually loud, but it felt almost like the life was drained out of the apartment.

Maar we blijven grinden tot het einde

That was until you heard a quiet sniffling sound. You discarded your soaking wet shoes along with your equally wet socks at the front door. Like a bloodhound you tracked down where the source of the noises came from. But you barely had to walk out from the hallway to find a huddled up Joost on the sofa.

Ik woonde in Katwijk, dat was lijden

You quickly rushed to his side, slinging your arms around the heap of blankets, under which there was a man hidden. Somewhere. With gentle hands you stripped down the blankets, revealing your teary-eyed boyfriend. His eyes were reddened and glossed over with tears. As much as he tried hiding it, you picked up on the light quiver of his lips and the sniffling from his nose.

Ze willen niet kijken naar de feiten, spijtig

“Come here.” His arms slid around your torso, holding you close. You nestled your face into the mess of blonde hair atop his head. “I’m here.”, you pressed a sweet peck against his forehead, while holding him in your arms.

Maar ik blijf mezelf te allen tijde, begrijp je me?

Joost had been struggling with his mental health for a while now. From time to time, he’d get really bad. In moments like this he needed you the most. Your embrace for sure didn’t fix his problems, but they sure made it feel more conquerable. You knew how helpless one can feel, how you want to be isolated while craving love, how you hate everything but don’t want to.

Begrijp je me?

Joost pressed closer to you, tears now flowing again. You squeezed him, letting him hold onto you for as long as he needs to. “How about I make us some tea?”, you rubbed his back in smooth, slow motions. His hum was muffled by your own figure. Joost loosened his hold on you, his blue eyes searching yours. Your hands cupped his face while you left sweet kisses along his forehead, cheeks and finally the tip of his nose. “I’ll need to get those pants off first though.” He looked down at the soaked jeans and grimaced in a disgusted manner. A sigh of relief left you as you slipped the fabric off, leaving you in your underpants. Joost tangled his fingers in yours and you pull him towards the kitchen.

Begrijp je me?

The kettle whistled a distant song, while you once again wrapped Joost in an embrace against the counter. Two cups stood on the surface, both with a tea bag inside. One of them had one sugar cube, the other had two and a half.

Begrijp je me of begrijp je me niet ?

The blonds heart seemed to beat with yours, he inhaled your scent. Besides your usual cologne you smelled like… you. He huffed contently. The light on the kettle died down and you broke the hug to pour the steaming water into the cups. While your front was turned towards the cups, Joost had found the opportunity to cling to your back. Your warmth, your scent, everything about you was calming to him. Some people need etheric oils to feel at ease, but you were like his own substance. He was addicted to you, your emotions and your words.

Begrijp je me?

You turned around in his arms, smiling at him. God, how he loved that smile. “Wanna talk about it?” He shook his head, “I’m too exhausted. Maybe tomorrow.” He lazily smiled at you, inching closer to your face and then pressing a sweet, short peck to your lips.

Begrijp je me?

“Alright.”, you offered him another loving kiss. “Let’s just enjoy this tea and then head to bed, sounds like a plan?” He still had his signature smile all over his face, his dimples showing and his eyes lighting up again. He loves how you get him, how you understand him in every way.

Begrijp je me of begrijp je me niet?