#joost klein imagine

[joostsblog]

joost klein x fem!reader who has a thing for his hands? loving when his hands wander all around her body.. fingering her during a pre-party then dragging her to hus room to finish the poor girl off both of them competing in eurovision

maybe joost even whispering things in her ear.. lots of neck kisses and reader wakes up in the morning neck, thighs, collarbones basically her whole body having hickeys ☺️

tysm if u do this

here you go :)

the one about his hands and also waking up covered in hickeys ~ joost klein smut

My masterlist here ✨💌

Pairing: Joost Klein x fem!eurovision contestant!reader

Description: Only fantasising about Joost's hands just isn't enough. You need to get the fellow eurovision contestant to actually touch you where you need to be touched.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: in this version of eurovision no drama is happening, no dq etc, everything is just nice ❣️ i'm leaving for vacation tomorrow (to the netherlands actually lmao) so i probably won't be able to write anything for two week, i'm sorry babes :( filling up my inbox with requests, thoughts, feedback etc is still encouraged tho 💌

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, SMUT, nsfw, fingering (f receiving), protected sex, piv, swearing, consumption of cigarettes, not proofread

His hands were the first thing you noticed about the man. The way he held out his hand in front of you, greeting you with a handshake (which you thought was a bit odd). His hand felt firm yet gentle in yours and you couldn't help but admire the digits tattooed on his fingers.

"Nice to meet you," he had smiled at you and your heart had fluttered just a bit.

Your quick infatuation with Joost and his hands really was poorly timed. You were at eurovision to represent your country and you were supposed to be on your best behaviour. Absolutely no distractions allowed. Too bad thoughts of the blonde dutch man doing ungodly things to you kept intruding into your mind.

So you really shouldn't be spending as much time with him as you did. Always finding an excuse to talk to him in between rehearsals or at breakfast (your favourite because it meant you saw Joost's messy hair in the morning and maybe sometimes you imagined your hands were the ones responsible for that). Your vocal coach would be furious with you if she found out that you had been starting to sneak off with Joost whenever he went for a smoke. Just talking and laughing with him as you watched him smoke. Always paying close attention to those hands when he lifted one of them to his mouth to take a drag in between sentences.

"I think I might be a bad influence on you," he said. "You need to take care of your pretty voice," he mused with a smirk and you swear you caught him eyeing you up and down.

"Don't worry about me, I'm already corrupted," you joked.

"Really, how so?" Joost asked with a grin.

You watched as Joost took another drag, his cigarette delicately placed between his fingers. Oh, what those hands could be capable of doing to you. You couldn't help but let your thoughts wander off again. You wondered how his hands would feel on your hips if you were sat on his lap, his hands guiding you to grind against him. How his hands would feel in your hair, pulling on it while his mouth would kiss along your neck. How his hands would on your throat while he would thrust into you. How his fingers would feel slowly pumping inside of you, hitting all the right spots.

Joost raised an eyebrow when he noticed your absent state.

"You will have to find out," you said smirking.

"Mysterious, I like it," Joost said and finished off his cigarette. "After you," he said after he opened the door. You walked past Joost and your hands lightly brushed against Joost's. Shivers on down your spine.

You decided that maybe the only solution to your problem was to actually get into Joost's pants. Because then all your thoughts and fantasies about the man wouldn't have to plague your mind anymore when they would become reality. So you decided you would do anything in your power to achieve your goal.

~

You were sitting across Joost in a waiting area. He was handsomely dressed in that black jacket with the dark europe tie and his glasses with the thick brims. His fingers were nervously playing with the cord of his headphones. He looked ravishing. You crossed your legs which caused your thighs to be on full display with the short skirt you were wearing. You hoped Joost would notice and maybe also think about how his hands would feel so good on your thighs (and other places also).

"Excited for tonight?" you asked Joost.

"Huh?" he asked confused.

"The semifinals preparty," you reminded him.

"Oh, yeah," he nodded as he remembered. "Are you gonna be there?" he asked.

"Only if you're there," you said and Joost smiled.

"Then I'll be there, anything for you," he said.

"Anything?" you asked cheekily. Joost narrowed his eyes at you and gave you a grin.

"You will have to find out."

~

Joost's eyes immediately landed on you as you saw him enter the party. You were swaying your hips to the beat, hands up in the air as you enjoyed yourself on the dancefloor. You grinned at Joost and he didn't need to be told twice as he made his way over to you. You wrapped your arms around Joost's neck to hug him hello, still swaying to the music. Instead of hugging you, Joost put his hands on your hips and smiled at you as he probably assumed you wanted to dance with him. You didn't complain. The thin fabric of your skirt didn't serve much as a barrier between your skin and Joost's grip and still you wished the skirt was gone. Your fingertips cautiously dipped into the hair at the nape of Joost's neck and Joost responded by pulling you closer to him. It still wasn't close enough. Joost leaned down to whisper into your ear.

"You look very nice," his breath ghosted over the skin on your neck and your breath hitched.

"You do too," you said and it was almost sweet. You needed to get him out of here as fast as possible. "You wanna go for a smoke?" you proposed.

"I don't have any cigs left," Joost said.

"I think I saw a cigarette vending machine in the lady's restroom," you said and took Joost's hand in yours to lead him through the crowd. As you reached the door to the restroom you could feel Joost hesitating. "Don't worry, there's no one inside," you said and scurried through the door frame. The door closed behind Joost and the music was reduced to some sounds in the distance. Beside the vanity was the vending machine you had spoken of.

"This is a condom vending machine," Joost stated.

"Oh," you giggled. You took out a euro from your purse and proceeded to buy one condom. "Well," you said as you took the condom from the slot. "There's always other vices you could indulge in instead," you smirked at him.

"What are you proposing?" Joost asked, his hand leaning against the wall beside you.

"What does it sound like I'm proposing?" you looked up at him, condom in hand.

Joost took the condom from your fingers and put it in his pocket before he leaned down and his lips crashed into yours. His right hand held the back of your head, the other grabbed you by your hips. Your lips hungrily moved in sync with each other before they opened and your tongues met. Your arms wrapped around Joost to pull his body closer to yours. You wanted him to feel your breasts pressed against his chest. You sighed into the kiss as you could tell that this kiss alone wouldn't satiate either of you. You blindly reached for the door of one of the stalls and pushed it open before you both stumbled into it.

You broke off the kiss briefly to lock the door of the stall, Joost's mouth eagerly kissing along your neck instead. His hands were resting on your waist, slowly pushing up the fabric of your top to reveal your stomach. You were pressed against the wall of the bathroom stall, not an inch left between you. Joost's lips found yours again. You opened your legs slightly so Joost's leg could slip in between yours. His right hand trailed down your hip until it rested on your upper thigh. You couldn't stop yourself from grinding your hip against Joost's thigh as vivid images of him fucking into you flickered through your mind. You moaned against Joost's lips as you desperately needed to make your wants known.

"I- I- I need," you tried to get out in between kisses. "I need you."

"You got me," Joost murmured against your skin as he kissed down your neck again. "Don't worry, m’en meisje."

His hand ghosted up your thigh and pushed up the hem of your skirt. Your arousal was hot with anticipation. As his hand reached your panties his fingers softly grazed over the fabric right where your clit was. Your hips bucked lightly and Joost grinned against the skin of your neck.

"So eager," Joost tutted.

His fingers carefully pushed your panties to the side until his fingers could dip into your folds. Your head fell back and you bit into your lip to stifle any moans you otherwise would have let out if you two were in private.

Your folds were slick with arousal eliminating any friction as Joost's fingers started circling your clit.

"You're so wet for me," Joost whispered against your ear. Your hands were desperately grabbing onto his shoulders, keeping yourself upright as your knees buckled. Joost's other hand was resting by your side, keeping you close to him. "So ready for me," he said, voice as soft as ever.

Joost stopped circling your clit and you almost let out a groan in frustration. His fingers inched closer to your entrance until they slipped inside of you. Your mouth slacked open, eyes tightly squeezed shut and Joost's hand caressing your side. Your nails dug into Joost's skin as his fingers slowly pumped in and out of you.

"You feel so good," Joost murmured against your ear. "I bet you would feel so good around my cock." You let out a loud moan as his words triggered your vivid fantasy. "Would you like that?" Joost grinned against your skin. "Me fucking you properly?"

"God, Joost," you could only whimper.

"God, you're barely holding it together," Joost whispered. "You're so good for me," he said as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of you.

Suddenly you could hear the restroom door fling open and the voices of two women enter. Joost swiftly pressed his hand on top of your mouth but still continued moving his fingers inside of you. Your mind didn't even register what the voices outside the bathroom stall were talking about as all your mind was occupied with was Joost. Your body was trembling and you did everything in your power to keep yourself from orgasming right then and there as you knew that you would not be able to keep quiet through it. Joost pressed gentle kisses to the skin on your neck as your heavy breathing only intensified.

A few moments later the door closed and you were alone again. Just as you were about to allow yourself to climax Joost withdrew his fingers from you, leaving you trembling uncontrollably.

"Pleaseplease, Joost please," you could only press out. Joost's hand caressed your side and his lips trailed along your neck.

"Sshhh, mijn lieverd," Joost shushed, slowly brushing your hair behind your ear. "I need you to be a little bit more patient," he looked at you fondly. "I'm gonna take you back to my room and we're gonna do this properly." You let out a frustrated groan. You could feel your slick arousal almost dripping down your legs. Joost smoothed down your skirt and top (and his own pants that hid his raging boner) and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. "Come on," Joost said with a grin, his hand held out for you to take as you still stood there dumbfounded.

Reluctantly you took Joost's hand and let yourself be led outside the restroom. You didn't take too many steps before you noticed Mona, one of the stylists on your delegation come up to you.

"(Y/N)!" she hugged you. "How are you?" Mona asked and you just stared at her blankly for a few seconds.

"Yeah, I'm good," you managed to sound out. Mona raised her eyebrows amused.

"Are you drunk? I thought they didn't serve alcohol here," she laughed. Joost looked at you with a knowing smirk.

"Aaaww, she's just a little exhausted," Joost saved you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders playfully. "I was just gonna walk her to her room."

"Oh yeah, she probably just needs some rest," Mona agreed. "We need her on her best game tomorrow," she joked and squeezed your shoulder lightly. "See you tomorrow!"

"See you," you smiled weakly as Mona walked away. Joost giggled beside you. "Shut up," you said and rammed your elbow into his ribs.

"Alright, let's get out of here."

Joost could barely close the hotel room door behind him before your lips were attacking each other again. Hands quickly roaming each other's bodies, grabbing onto any piece of clothing you could get a hold of to get rid of it. Joost's t-shirt was the first to go, swiftly followed by your top and bra. Your fingers fiddled with Joost's belt as the back of your knees hit the bed and you fell on it. You lay on top of it, only your short skirt covering you. Joost grinned down at you, observing your body spread out in front of him as he unbuckled his belt and took off his pants before he joined you on the bed.

You anticipated his lips to press onto yours again but instead, they found your neck again. His hands held onto your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried them in his hair, softly massaging his scalp. As Joost situationed himself in between your legs you could feel his hard-on press against your vulva through the fabric of your clothes. You let out a moan and Joost hummed approvingly against your skin as you could finally voice your lust for him.

Joost's mouth slowly moved down to your collarbones, alternating between peppering your skin with kisses and sucking at it. His fingers found the hem of your skirt and as he kissed along down your body he pulled the skirt down as well until you were only left in your panties. Your chest was heaving with how heavy your breathing was, anticipating Joost's next move. You let out a groan as his lips connected with the skin of your inner thighs.

"Stop being such a tease," you groaned and Joost grinned against your skin. Joost's fingers hooked in your panties before he finally pulled them down.

"What is it that you want, mijn lieverd?" Joost asked innocently.

"Jesus fucking Christ," you moaned frustrated. "I want you to fuck me finally."

"With pleasure."

Joost got up from the bed and you watched as he got rid of his underwear and you admired his length.

"Hurry," you nagged and Joost rolled his eyes with a soft laugh before he put on the condom you had bought earlier and got back in bed.

"So needy," he tutted, his lips just softly grazing yours. You held onto Joost's shoulders, his hand holding the side of your face before he slowly pushed into you. Your eyes momentarily blacked out as the pleasure spread throughout your body. Joost grunted against your skin also being lost to the pleasure. "So good for me," he praised and you wondered how much longer you would be able to keep it together.

He started slowly moving in and out of you. The slow rhythm, your hands in his hair and his lips pressed to your neck made all of this almost romantic. You wrapped your legs around Joost's hips to help him penetrate into you even deeper. With your hands in his hair, you grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head from where he was still kissing your neck until his lips found yours again. You moaned into the messy open-mouthed kiss before you softly pulled his hair again to make him look at you.

"Harder," you begged and Joost grinned at you.

Joost snaked his arm around your body to keep you in place, your bodies almost pressed against each other before he started pounding into you. Your nails dug into the skin on Joost's back as the moans tumbled out of your mouth uncontrollably. With each thrust, you were edging closer to your orgasm as Joost hit all the right spots inside of you. The sounds Joost was letting out of his mouth were heavenly, his grip on you dominant yet caring.

"You feel so good," Joost grunted and the sound of his voice pushed you over the edge.

Your back arched off the bed, your breath hitched and your muscles clenched until the wave of pleasure crashed down over you and you came with a series of obscene moans. As you were still riding out your high you noticed Joost's thrust becoming slopier and his moans louder until he came with stuttering hips and plopped down beside you.

You looked at each other breathing heavily and both let out a soft laugh. Joost lifted his arm to invite you to cuddle up to him. You rested your head on Joost's shoulder, your fingers softly drawing along the lines of Joost's tattoo on the side of his stomach.

"Was this okay?" Joost asked. "Are you okay?"

"Of course," you smiled. "This was perfect."

~

The ringing of your alarm on your phone woke you two up in the morning. Your limbs were entangled with Joost's, his heartbeat steady where your hand was laid on his chest. Joost rubbed his eyes, his hair messy and you never saw him look any cuter.

"What's this?" he complained before you got out of bed to turn off your alarm. As you turned around to face Joost again you noticed his eyes widen in shock. You stopped.

"What's up?" you asked blushing as Joost stared at your naked body. Confused you looked down your body and let out a gasp. "Fuck fuck fuck," you whispered, your hand in front of your lips. "This is bad." You sat down on the edge of the bed and you could feel Joost shift behind you to get closer to you. You looked down at your thighs which were littered in pink and purple hickeys. You desperately rubbed your fingers over them as if doing that could help you get rid of them.

"Oh, liefde," Joost said, his hand cautiously resting on your waist. "I'm so sorry."

"It's fine," you laughed unconvincingly, trying to calm yourself down. Joost's fingers softly grazed your collarbones and you looked down only to discover even more hickeys. "Oh god," you groaned.

"On your neck as well," Joost said meekly.

You put your face into your hands and cursed yourself for having chosen a very revealing stage outfit. "It's fine," you actually laughed this time.

"Are you sure?" Joost looked at you like a puppy who had just been caught breaking an expensive vase.

"Yes," you said and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Nothing some good foundation and an impromptu costume change can fix," you said although you already dreaded what you would have to tell your delegation about those hickeys. You leaned forward to gently kiss Joost's lips. "It was worth it," you said after pulling back and Joost gave you the proudest sweetest smile you had ever seen. Definitely worth it.

[ketaundkrawall]

Licky ☽｡⋆ Joost Klein

Summary: Joost knows you reposted that edit.

Warnings: smut, unprotected piv (wrap it before you tap it), female masturbation, voyeurism (blink and you’ll miss it), sub!reader, fluffy ending, cuddles with Joost okay I need that 🥺, no use of Y/N, afab!reader

WC: 1.3k

A/N: so here it is, my second fic 🥹 hope you guys like it lmao. Also this man and THIS FUCKING EDIT have a chokehold on me 👹 Also I will probably do a part two of Keta und Krawall :p

18+ under the cut!

Sundays at home were the best. And they were even better when your boyfriend was at home and not somewhere out on tour.

Joosts head was resting on your chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your torso as you listened to his slow, steady breathing.

It was still very early, the sounds of birds chirping outside and the soft tapping of the rain against the window had a calming effect on you.

Giving up on sleep, you turn to grab your phone and open TikTok. Turning the volume down, so you wouldn’t wake your sleeping boyfriend, you start to scroll through your For-You-Page.

Liking some trends people were doing and watching tons of those little John videos with his galvanized steel wood veneers, you soon got bored.

Just as you scrolled again, you thought it was just a simple edit of some actor you liked, your eyes widened.

That wasn’t some actor. It was your boyfriend who was flashing before your eyes on your phone screen. And he looked absolutely stunning.

Biting your lip softly you clicked the little save button in the corner before watching the edit a few times more.

Joost was stirring on your chest slightly, opening his eyes slowly. As he looked up at you they were still heavy with sleep.

A soft sigh escaped your lips. “Didn’t mean to wake you sorry.”

Shaking his head he softly looked up at you. “You didn’t m’en meisje (My girl).”

The nickname made you smile. You loved when he talked Dutch.

“Good.” Leaning forward you pressed a soft kiss against his lips. “Let’s take a shower.”

Getting out of bed you watched him stretch and pulling the covers off himself. He was only wearing some boxers to bed and they didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Wanna take a picture?” He grinned as he got up. Snapping out of your daydream you rolled your eyes. “I don’t need a picture. Having you home is enough for me right now.” A soft smile played around your lips as you wrapped your arms around his middle looking up.

His arms wrapped around you, finding the small of your back and pulling you slightly closer into a loving hug. “Ik hou van jou (I love you).” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Being with him for quite some time now, you understood some Dutch. Not everything, you still needed some help and practice. But hearing that sentence almost everyday, you knew what he said.

“I love you too.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple before pulling away. Taking your hand he pulled you into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

Few moments later both of you were naked and standing under warm flow of the water. A few kisses were shared every now and then.

You were just so happy Joost was home again.

Later that day, Joost was running some errands, you cuddled up onto the couch and opened TikTok again. That fucking edit didn’t leave your head the whole day. Clicking on your saved videos you clicked on the one you saved.

Groaning you closed your phone and covered your face with your hands. Starring at the ceiling for what felt like hours your hand slowly found its way down your body.

You could already feel yourself getting wet.

Soon enough your fingers brushed over your already soaked panties. The thought of Joost touching you made you moan softly as you pushed the fabric out of the way.

Imagining it were his fingers circling your clit you arched into your touch, your other hand finding your throat, squeezing it softly.

Being so lost in your own pleasure you didn’t notice the door open.

Leaning against the wall Joost watched your fingers pump in and out of your pretty little pussy, grinning to himself. His jeans instantly tightening.

“Enjoying yourself I see?”

You insanely froze in your position on the couch, eyes widening in shock as you looked into your boyfriend’s blue eyes which were clouded with lust.

“I-“ Your throat suddenly felt very dry.

Closing your legs you were quick to get up. As you tried to walk past him he held you back by your arm.

Leaning down he kissed just right under your ear. “I want you to get naked and wait for me on the bed, got it?”

A gulp and a nod. “J-ja (Yes).”

You had no idea what would happen next but you did as you were told. Walking into your shared bedroom you were quick to take off all your clothes. Sitting on the edge, you waited for Joost.

After 5 minutes or so he finally walked in, eyeing your naked figure up and down. “Schitterend (Stunning).” He mumbled.

Blushing you looked down at your hands. As you heard his belt snapping open you looked up again and there he stood butt naked and absolutely ravishing.

“Open your mouth.” He whispered and grabbed your jaw softly. “Wanna feel your pretty lips around me.”

With a desperate whine you did as you were told. Holding your head in place Joost softly pushed himself in the wet and waiting warmth of your mouth, groaning in the process. “Fuck that’s my good girl. Making me feel so good.”

You could basically feel your pussy dripping with need at his words. Looking up at him through your lashes you wrapped one hand around his shaft and started to bop your head up and down his length, working the rest that didn’t fit with your hand.

Eyes watering your gaze met his. He softly pulled you off his hard dick. “Lay on your back. Need to fuck that pussy now.”

“Fuck yes please I need you so bad!” You whined as you laid down. In no time he was on top of you, teasing your entrance with his tip.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you looked deeply into his eyes. “Ik hou van jou (I love you).” You whispered and brushed some hair out of his eyes.

Leaning down he captured your lips into a sweet and passionate kiss before pushing himself all the way inside you, making you moan into the kiss.

Pulling away, Joost started to kiss down your jaw while fucking inside of you. His hands found your breast, pinching your pebbled nipples and making you arch more into his touch.

Grinning against your skin his hand wandered further down your body, rubbing right circles on your swollen clit.

“Look at mijn mooi meisje (My beautiful girl).” Joost whispered. “So good for me. So close.”

Your foggy mind couldn’t really comprehend what he just said so you just nodded, a soft “close” coming across your lips.

Your boyfriend gave you a cheeky grin. “Cum mijn hart (my heart).”

That’s was all it took for you to come undone unter him. Squeezing his cock tight, as your slick coated it.

His thrusts got slower as his hips stuttered. “Fuck, here it comes.” He said releasing everything he had, painting your walls with his cum.

A warmth spread across through your abdomen, making you shiver.

Giving you another kiss he pulled out of you, making you whimper at the loss of contact.

Laying down beside you he pulled the covers over you, pulling you into his side.

“That was amazing.” You said and looked up at him. “I missed you.”

Joost smiled down at you. “I missed you too.”

Pressing a small kiss to his chest, he takes your left hand in his, playing with your fingers.

“Jij bent de liefde van mijn leven.”

Your head turned to look at him. “What does that mean?”

Kissing the tips of your fingers Joost gaze softened. “It means you are the love of my life.”

“Really?” Your cheeks flushed. He gave you a nod.

“Oh and you reposted that video by the way. I saw it on TikTok.”

-

A/N: thanks again for reading to the end :p also my requests are open so pls don’t hold yourself back ✨

[urfavleo777]

Warnings: SMUT18+, high sex, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, strong language.

A successful concert was the perfect reason to plonk down on the couch and smoke a joint. That was the first thing Joost did when he opened the door to his living room, holding you continuously in his arms. He gently placed you on the soft cushions, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he settled beside you, taking a slow drag from the joint between his fingers. The first tendrils of smoke curled between you, filling the air with a musky, herbal scent.

“I can feel you lookin at me, y’know,” you giggled with eyes closed, a sweet moan escaped your lips as he sat you on his lap, not shying away from the physical contact.

“Can you blame me?” He asked softly, his breath warm on your skin as his lips ghosted over your shoulder. “I was up there on stage, and all I could think about was you.” He took another deep inhale, the smoke settling in his lungs before he exhaled it slowly, the plume of grey fog swirling and dancing around you. “God, I needed that,” he sighed, his shoulders relaxing as he slouched back against the couch. His head turned to face you, his gaze lazily roaming over your body. “You wanna try?” he offered, his hand finding its way to your thigh, gently stroking it.

You nodded, your eyes tracking the way his lips wrapped around the joint, taking another slow draw. Joost held the smoke in his lungs for a moment, and then leaned towards you, his lips hovering close to yours. “Open.”

You opened your mouth slightly, curiosity mixing with a hint of nervousness as his head dipped lower. Joost exhaled slowly, and you felt the warm, spicy smoke fill your mouth as his lips pressed against yours in a soft, languid kiss. He pulled away slowly, eyes watching as you exhaled the smoke in a thin, curling stream, your heartbeat picking up speed in your chest. You hadn't mentioned it to him before, but it was the first time you had been exposed to any kind of stimulants, although it was rather obvious from your sour face, which you were clumsily trying to hide. Joost couldn't help but chuckle at the contorted expression, his hand gently tilting your chin up so that you looked at him. “You’re cute when you’re stoned,” he teased, his finger tracing the contour of your face. “Your eyes get all lazy and heavy-lidded.”

You stumbled slightly, the room spinning a bit as the weed took effect. Joost steadied you with a firm grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin slightly. “Careful,” he murmured, his lips close to your ear. “Don’t want you falling off my lap just yet.”

“It's just... getting very hot here.” You managed to mumble, rubbing against his crotch. Joost let out a soft gasp, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. He turned to place the joint on the coffee table, needing two free hands to take care of you properly. Your actions had caught him off guard, and his hand tightened on your thigh, his fingers digging into your flesh.

“Jesus, you're not wasting any time,” he muttered, his gaze darkening as he looked down at you. He moved suddenly, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. His hands slid up your sides slowly, his palms splaying against your bare skin as he pushed your shirt up, exposing your midriff. “Much better,” he murmured, his eyes sweeping over your bare torso appreciatively. “I like having you like this, on my lap. You look good on me, you know that?”

“I want you,” you moaned, moving your mouth to his ear. “I want you so bad it's driving me crazy.” A low groan escaped Joost's lips as your words hit his ears, his fingers flexing against your hips. As you moved again on his lap, you felt a bulge forming beneath you, giving you goosebumps.

“Undo my belt, schatje,” you were a little surprised by the harshness in his voice, but the use of the dutch pet name sent a shiver down your spine, making your heart flutter in your chest. You reached up, your fingers trembling slightly as you fumbled with the buckle of his belt. When you finally undid it, Joost's hand captured your wrist, holding it firmly. “Just keep them there,” he whispered, his voice low and commanding.

You swallowed hard, your heart beating faster in your chest as you nodded. Joost's gaze held yours for a moment, his eyes flickering with a combination of desire and something darker, more intense.

Then, he let go of your wrist, his hands moving to his jeans.

He quickly unbuttoned them, the sound loud in the silence of the room. The zip was undone next, and then he pushed them down, kicking them off. Your eyes dropped to his lap instinctively, and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning. Joost chuckled softly, noticing the direction of your gaze. “See something you like?” he teased, voice low and velvety.

At this point you couldn't wait any longer. In the blink of an eye, you found yourself on the floor, kneeling in front of him. He looked down at you, a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, his gaze roaming over your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and parted lips.

Joost was a different person when he was under the influence; he was more calm, but the way he fucked you made you think you did something wrong to him.

“Go ahead.” He encouraged, “I hope you’re better at this than you are at smoking a joint.”

Otherwise, this comment would make you feel offended, but not then. You nodded obediently, taking him into your mouth eagerly. He moaned when he felt your tongue swirling circles over his tip and his eyes flutter closed. Meanwhile, he took one last drag on the joint, tilting his head back. “That’s it, pretty girl.”

Your pace quickened, sucking and stroking him with a new hunger, pulling off of him to spit on his tip before taking him back into your mouth. Joost's hands tangled themselves in your hair, pulling softly on the strands as he lost himself in the rhythm. You wanted to take your time with him at first, but Joost was not a patient man; he grabbed your head and held it into place before he began to fuck your mouth. “Fuck, look a’ you. Takin’ me so fuckin well.” He continued to praise you as your mouth worked him up, moaning into the darkness of his living room. The more you heard his pretty voice and his sincere compliments, the more you wanted to please him.

Joost studied your face for a moment, a mixture of amusement and desire in his eyes. “Such a good-fucking-girl. Fuck, baby, I'm so close.”

His hips stuttered and his thighs shook slightly on either side of you, waves of pleasure rolling through his body and he finally released thick, white strands of cum onto your tongue. Joost swore he was on fire and was melting beneath you.

You coughed a bit, regaining a bit of composure before Joost grabbed a handful of your hair and brought you into a kiss.

The kiss was hungry, almost desperate, as if he was drinking you in, devouring you. He gently tugged on your hair, sitting you back on his lap. His tongue teased against your lips, silently demanding entrance, and he groaned softly as you granted it, his hand tightening in your hair. He pulled you against him, impossibly close, his body a firm press of warm, hard muscle and coiled tension. “My baby, you have no idea how much I couldn’t wait to get off that stage,” he murmured against your skin, his soothing tone almost making you cry. “I wanted you in my arms, where you belong.”

[fullsandwichmiracle]

CAUGHT ON TAPE

Paring: Joost Klein x female!reader 

Description: Joost stumbled upon his old camera, once used for making YouTube videos. As he heard you walking through the door, only one thought consumed his mind.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, oral giving, PnV, unprotected, established relationship, sex on camera, Joost being a little rough, no use of Y/N, one shot

Word count: 2,5k+

It was the middle of a quiet Saturday when you returned home from shopping. After unpacking everything, you wandered through the house, searching for Joost. You eventually found him in the bedroom, lounging in the bed with a camera.

"I found my old camera," he said with a playful grin, pointing it at you and turning it on as you entered the room. "Smile."

You gave a cheeky smile at the camera and waved. "Oh, how fun," you said, a hint of teasing in your voice, though you still felt a bit uneasy about being filmed.

"Can you take off your shirt, lejfe?" he asked, his tone shifting to something more enticing.

"Joost, no, stop recording me!" you exclaimed, trying to hide your laughter as you held up your hand to shield your face from the camera, a mix of embarrassment and amusement bubbling up.

"But you're so pretty," he insisted, his eyes darkening with desire as he tried to capture your face in the frame while beginning to touch himself under the blanket.

You bit your lip, a tantalizing mix of arousal and discomfort coursing through you as you watched him. Despite your efforts to hide from the camera, the intensity of the moment made it increasingly difficult to resist.

"Come on, lejfe, don't be shy. Show me your pretty face," he urged, his voice low and seductive.

With a sigh of resignation, you lowered your hand, exposing your face to the camera, the air in the room growing thick with tension.

"Okay now, take off your top, slow and sexy," Joost continued, his eyes smoldering as he caressed himself over the blanket, every word dripping with desire.

You hesitated, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as Joost's gaze remained locked on you. The room seemed to close in, the atmosphere charged with an electric anticipation. Slowly, you reached for the hem of your shirt, your movements deliberate and sensual.

As you began to lift your top, Joost's breathing grew heavier, his eyes following every inch of exposed skin. The fabric slipped over your shoulders and down your arms, falling to the floor in a soft whisper.

"That's it," Joost murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So beautiful."

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, a heady mix of vulnerability and empowerment washing over you. His hand moved rhythmically over the blanket, a visible testament to his arousal. The camera remained trained on you, capturing every moment, every expression.

"Come closer," he commanded softly, his voice a blend of hunger and adoration as he tossed the blanket aside, revealing himself in nothing but a pair of underwear, his arousal evident.

You took a tentative step forward, then another, until you were standing close to the edge of the bed. The proximity made your heart race.

"Your bra," Joost whispered, his eyes locked onto yours. "Show me your sexy body."

Your hand trembled slightly as you reached back to unclasp it, letting it fall to the ground.

"Oh, so very, very sexy," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he touched himself through his underwear, struggling to keep the camera steady on you.

"Now your pants, lejfe," he said, his tone low and commanding, a growl of anticipation in his voice.

You bit your lip, a shiver of excitement running through you as you slowly slid off your pants, leaving you in nothing but your blue lace panties with a delicate bow at the waistband.

Joost's eyes darkened with lust as he watched you, his hand moving urgently over himself. The air between you crackled with an almost unbearable tension.

"Come here," he murmured, his voice a raw blend of command and desire as he shifted to sit on the edge of the bed.

You stepped closer, the distance between you vanishing until you were standing right at the edge. Joost reached out, his fingers brushing against your thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

"Touch me," he whispered, his gaze never wavering from yours. "Let me feel you."

Your hand trembled slightly as you reached out, your fingers grazing his chest before trailing down to the waistband of his underwear. The contact sent a shiver through you both, the tension in the air palpable. His muscles tensed under your touch, each ripple of sinew responding to your movements. You could hear his breath hitch in anticipation, a sharp intake of air that mirrored your own racing heartbeat. 

Joost's eyes never left yours, his gaze burning with a mixture of hunger and adoration that made your pulse quicken. As your fingers slipped under the waistband, you felt the heat of his skin, the firmness of his desire. His breathing grew heavier, each exhale a low, throaty sound that sent waves of excitement coursing through you. 

The room seemed to close in around you, the atmosphere thick with an electric intensity that made every touch, every movement, feel amplified. Joost's hand found yours, guiding it lower, urging you to explore further.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice a strained whisper. "Don't stop."

His hand moved up and cupped your face, his thumb grazing your lower lip with a tenderness that contrasted the raw desire in his eyes. guiding you closer as he leaned in to capture your lips in a heated kiss. Joost tried to keep the camera pointed at you as he kissed you passionately.

As the kiss deepened, his hand roamed over your body, caressing every curve and contour. The sensation was intoxicating, each touch sending waves of pleasure through you.

"Get on your knees, lejfe," he breathed against your lips, his voice a desperate plea.

With a shiver of anticipation, you began to kneel down, the camera following your every move. As you lowered yourself, you started to rub him through his underwear once again, feeling him grow and twitch under your touch.

Joost took your chin in his hand, gently tilting your face to meet the camera that he held in front of his eyes. His intense gaze locked onto yours through the display, his desire evident in the way his fingers tightened slightly on your skin.

"So pretty," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and raw hunger. He grazed his thumb over your lips, the touch sending shivers down your spine. Slowly, almost teasingly, he pressed his thumb against your lower lip, making you open your mouth softly.

Your lips parted, allowing Joost's thumb to slip inside. You could feel the rough pad of his thumb against your tongue, a sensation both intimate and electrifying. Instinctively, you began to swirl your tongue around it, the taste of his skin mingling with the warmth of your breath. 

His eyes darkened with lust as he watched you through the camera, his every breath hitching in anticipation. The sight of you, so responsive and willing, seemed to stoke the fire within him. His hand on the camera trembled slightly, but he steadied it, determined to capture every detail of this intimate moment.

"So sexy," he murmured, his voice a low, throaty growl. "Just like that."

The camera's lens felt like an extension of his gaze, amplifying the intensity of the moment. You could see the raw desire in his eyes, the way his pupils dilated as you continued to tease and caress his thumb with your tongue. His breathing grew heavier, each exhale a testament to the effect you were having on him.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. He withdrew his thumb slowly, trailing it down your chin before resting his hand on your cheek. "Now, show me how much you want this."

You nodded, your breath coming in soft pants as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his underwear. Slowly, you pulled them down, revealing his hardness. The sight of him made your pulse quicken, your body reacting with a mix of eagerness and anticipation.

You wrapped your hand around him, feeling the heat and firmness under your touch. Joost groaned, his head falling back for a moment before he refocused the camera on you.

"Yes, just like that," he encouraged, his voice a husky whisper. "Take your time. Make me feel every second."

You leaned in, pressing soft kisses along his length, teasing him with the lightest touch of your lips. He shivered under your ministrations, his breath hitching each time your mouth made contact with his skin.

"You're driving me crazy," he muttered, his hand tightening on the camera.

You smiled up at him, your eyes meeting his as you finally took him into your mouth. The taste of him, the feel of him filling you, sent a thrill of satisfaction through you. Joost's reaction was immediate, a deep groan escaping him as he fought to keep the camera steady.

"That's perfect, lejfe," he praised, his voice strained with pleasure. "You´re so good. Keep going."

You moved with deliberate slowness, your mouth and hands working in unison to bring him pleasure. The tension in the room grew thicker, the connection between you palpable as you devoted yourself to his satisfaction.

Joost's free hand tangled in your hair, guiding your movements with gentle pressure. His breathing became ragged, each exhale a testament to the pleasure you were giving him.

"Look at the camera," he whispered, his voice a desperate plea. "I want to see your beautiful face as you take me."

You glanced up, locking eyes with the lens, knowing that Joost was watching every detail through the display. The raw desire in his voice pushed you to give even more, to show him just how much you wanted this, how much you wanted him. You took him deeper, his length almost making you gag, and a tear rolled down your cheek as you kept eye contact with the lens.

The intensity of the moment surged between you, your movements guided by his desire and your own growing need. His grip in your hair tightened slightly, a silent encouragement as you continued, each stroke and caress fueling the fire between you.

As you worked, the room seemed to shrink to just the two of you, the camera capturing every intimate detail. Joost's groans and murmurs filled the air, mingling with the sound of your soft moans and the wet, rhythmic movements of your mouth. The thrill of being recorded only heightened your arousal, adding a layer of excitement to the already electric atmosphere.

You focused on his pleasure, your own desires echoing in every touch and kiss. His reactions spurred you on, the urgency building with each passing second. With each movement, each sensation, you conveyed your desire, your passion, and your surrender to him. The camera lens captured it all, a testament to the raw, unfiltered connection between you and Joost, in that intimate, charged moment of shared ecstasy.

"So good for me, lejfe," he growled, his voice dripping with desire, as he removed his hand from your hair to wipe the tears from your cheek. "You want me to fuck you now? Huh?" His tone was commanding, filled with a primal urgency that sent a shiver down your spine.

With his length still in your mouth, you hummed a yes and nodded, the vibrations causing Joost to shiver in response to your eager affirmation. A deep groan escaped him, resonating in the charged air between you.

"God, lejfe, you feel amazing," he growled, his voice a blend of admiration and urgency.

Joost gently guided you off him, his hand firm in your hair as he assisted you to rise to your feet. The camera remained steady, capturing every heated glance and trembling breath exchanged between you.

He pulled you close, his lips crashing into yours in a fervent kiss that spoke of raw desire and urgent need. His hand gripped your body with an insistent, almost possessive touch, leaving you breathless and craving more.

"Turn around," he growled against your lips, his voice a husky command that sent a thrill down your spine.

You obeyed, turning your back to him, feeling the heat of his body pressing against yours. His hands found your hips, guiding you forcefully to bend over the edge of the bed. The anticipation crackled in the air, your pulse racing with every passing second.

Joost's fingers traced along the waistband of your panties, tugging them down roughly making you let out a moan, exposing you completely. He paused, his breath hot against your ear as he murmured, "You're so fucking beautiful, lejfe."

His words ignited a fire within you, your body pulsing with desire. Without hesitation, he positioned himself behind you, his grip on your hips firm as he slowly entered you, the sensation overwhelming and exquisite.

A gasp escaped your lips as he began to move, each thrust deliberate and deep. The connection between you intensified with every motion, the pleasure building in waves. Joost's hand roamed your body, his touch igniting every nerve, his voice a constant stream of praise and encouragement.

"Look at the camera," he urged, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. "I want to see your face."

You glanced over your shoulder, locking eyes with the lens once more. The sight of you, caught in the throes of passion, only fueled Joost's desire further. His movements became more urgent, his grip on your hips tightening, his fingers digging into your skin with a rough urgency as he drove you both closer to the edge.

"That's it, lejfe," he panted, his voice filled with reverence. "You're so perfect."

Joost raised his hand and brought it down hard on your skin, leaving a visible mark. The sharp sting mixed with the pleasure coursing through your body, eliciting a loud moan from deep within your throat. Each sensation heightened your arousal, amplifying the intensity of the moment as you surrendered to the rough passion between you.

The raw intensity of his words, coupled with the roughness of his movements, pushed you beyond the edge. You cried out, the climax washing over you in powerful waves, your body trembling with the force of it. Joost followed closely behind, his own release a guttural groan of satisfaction as he thrust deep within you, the camera capturing every moment of your shared ecstasy. You felt his warmth filling you as he pumped rhythmically, and when he withdrew, the camera documented your combined fluids trickling out, a tangible testament to the passion that had consumed you both.

Joost collapsed beside you on the bed, turning the camera to face him as he caught his breath. "That was incredible, lejfe," he said, his voice still thick with desire. "So perfect."

He reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch tender despite the intense passion that had just transpired. "You were amazing," he murmured, his eyes softening as they met yours.

You smiled, still breathless, and snuggled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. The camera, now set aside, seemed to fade into the background as the intimacy between you deepened. Joost wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a gentle embrace.

"Did you like it?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and affection.

You nodded, your heart still racing. "Yes, it was... interesting," you replied, a soft laugh escaping your lips.

Joost chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'm glad. You mean everything to me, lejfe."

His words sent a warm feeling through you. You lay there together, the afterglow of your shared experience enveloping you in a cocoon of contentment.

After a moment, Joost picked up the camera again, this time turning it off and setting it aside with more care. He looked back at you, his expression a mix of love and satisfaction.

"Let's stay like this for a while," he suggested, his voice gentle.

You nodded, nestling into his embrace. As the two of you lay there, the world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the comfort and warmth of each other's presence.

[localemofreak]

I Could Eat That Girl For Lunch.

(Joost Klein x Fem!Reader)

Based on the song:

LUNCH - Billie Eilish

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Story: Joost Klein eats you for lunch 🤷‍♀️ (I know this is a lesbian song but shhh- can we just let this slide for Joost??.. happy pride!! 💙)

Warnings!!: RPF!!!, little bit of smut, heavy fluff, reader gets eaten out, a little bit of Dutch (Dutch is not my first language but I’m trying my best to learn it, if I get anything wrong I’m sorry!!), little bit of cursing, Joost is a sweet man but tbh he sounds kinda cocky in a good way- only a little though, etc. (if u missed anything pls tell me!)

(Special request by: @viozxe )

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“I could eat that girl for lunch, yeah she dances on my tongue- tastes like she might be the one..”

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Heavy huffs of breath fell from your lips as your back arched off the mattress, your hands instantly moving down to grab roughly at the light blonde locks of your boyfriend’s hair as he hid under the sheets and covers.

Your legs shook a little as Joost just seemed to dive his mouth farther down onto your cunt, taking anything he could like it was the last thing keeping him alive.

“Babyy! Fuck~” you managed to moan out, your nails slightly scratching at his scalp as you held onto his hair for dear life, your head falling back as you continued to arch off the mattress.

Joost’s large hands gripped onto your thighs as they squeezed around his head, keeping him in place like he was going to move anytime soon- he was in a trance at this point, refusing to move away from your pussy as he absolutely went at it, leaving no breaks for air.

“smaak zo lekker schatje~” you could hear him hum out between your legs, causing your hips to jerk up against his face desperately.

The more you felt Joost’s tongue dive into your pussy, the more closer you felt each second.

And Joost could tell- and that only caused him to get even more rougher, his face getting deeper in between your legs.

The way your body tensed up as you met your release- a loud moan mixed with his name fell from your lips as your eyes rolled back, his hair scrunched between your tight fingers, the heels of your feet digging into his back.

Heavy gasp of air fell from your mouth as your body just seemed to melt into the warm mattress under you, your vision blurry and spotty as you tried to comprehend your thoughts.

Your body weak as you felt your hands slipping from the grip they had on the back of Joost’s head as he slowly started sitting up, tiny chuckles falling from the man’s mouth as you looked down at him.

“You with me, mijn liefde?” Joost spoke, his voice soft and a little raspy as he sat up on his knees, looking down at you.

Your vision was still a little blurry as you looked up at him while he basically hovered over you.

Even though you could barely see the best- you were still able to take in his appearance.

His light blonde- almost white hair was a little messy and all over the place, his lips were slightly pink and glossy, as well as the rest of the lower half of his face and chin from going down on you- and his bare chest was slightly heaving up and down as he tried to catch his own breath.

The white blanket sitting around his shoulders from sitting up soon ran down to sit around his waist as he let out another deep chest filled chuckle while looking down at you- which once your vision turned back to normal, you were met with a stupid little amused smirk on his lips.

“I mean-“ you stated, taking a moment to pause and gulp down a heavy chunk of saliva pooling in your mouth before you talked once again.

“I can’t really feel my legs.. but yeah, I’m here..” you huffed out, your shaky hands moving to rub at your face a little as Joost let out another chuckle while shaking his head.

“I’m sorry liefje… but hey- that means I did good, yeah?” Joost smirked as he leaned forward to press a few kisses on your jawline- his Dutch accent still managing to spill in through his English, but that just made you more attractive to him.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes playfully at his words as he rested his head in the crook of your neck while laying his warm body on top of yours- your arms wrapping around his neck to gently play with the ends of his soft hair.

You didn’t have the energy to say anything, the only thing you could get out was a soft hum and a tiny nod as your eyes started to flutter shut.

“Get some rest.. mijn engel” Joost whispered out against your skin, his warm lips pressing soft- almost featherlight kisses against the skin of your neck, which caused you to just melt into the mattress as you laid there with him.

[fart9992828282i2]

showering🚿

joost klein x reader

warnings: smut

authors note: I’m writing a fic & if it goes well ill make more!

joost was taking his morning shower and you were still sleeping. you woke up to the sound of the water running. you decided to go brush your teeth before making coffee. “good morning joost” you say as you enter the bathroom.

you could see his silhouette from the transparent shower curtain. he got a bit scared as you entered, not being fully awake yet. “good morning baby” his morning voice was deep and raspy.

“im washing my face and teeth and then i’ll make coffee” you say while washing your teeth.

“okay sweetheart, make me an espresso please” his tone was sweet and needy.

“sure thing” you said walking out of the bathroom, while he stopped you saying

“baby, come’here please” he said as if he was complaining.

“what is it joost” you panicked.

“come shower with me, please”he asked greedily.

you were caught by surprise because that was the last thing you expected to hear. you had never had morning sex before or done anything sexual before midnight. it made your heart drop a little but you were very excited about what was about to happen.

“joost, its 10am. you’re in the mood already?” you laughed.

“yes, please stop laughing and come here” he said jokingly.

you soon got undressed and opened the shower curtain. you were still in your underwear. you got into the shower with him, not caring about getting your underwear wet.

you looked at the sight of his beautiful blue eyes, his muscular hands, and his morning boner. he caught you looking at him, surprised but happy about what you were seeing.

“please do something” he almost begged.

“anything for you” you smirked.

you leaned down to your knees, touching his chest and kissing his belly, which was covered with small blond hair. he was already moaning and whimpering, which was what made you realise how needy he was.

you started stroking him, slowly. the noise he made before was nothing comparing to his moans now.

you licked his tip, spitted on it gently to add more lube. he lost it there, and you could tell he could’ve finished just from that.

you took half of him in your mouth, not gagging or anything. you stroked the rest of him with your hand. he grabbed your hair gently, his breath was quick and short. he accidentally made a louder and more expressive moan, which he got embarrassed about, you could tell, but for you, it was the hottest thing you’d ever heard.

“please be loud” you asked.

he laughed at your command, setting himself free and moaning even louder. his beautiful voice sounded like heaven as he moaned and whimpered.

you decided to go faster, as you could see the desperation in his eyes.

“shit” he whimpered “i’m close”

you moaned at him saying that, and honestly that was the final thing he needed to hear to release.

he screamed from relief as he finished, making you desperate for him. after some seconds of heaven, he smiled and smirked at you. “you’re amazing” he whispered.

[oraclekleins]

hello, can you write Joost Klein x musician!reader where Joost and reader met at a mutual friend's party and they hit it off? And they start to develop feelings after a while of being friends!!!

thank you for the request, anon!

Good Luck, Babe!

Joost Klein/Musician!Reader

Fluff, Crushes, 1983 era Joost :-) + Reader is BFFs with Appie!

In the warm summer air, you embrace the night; sprawling out your fingers to trace the stars. The soft glow of string lights from above illuminate the beer you’re nursing in your hands, a dull chill spreading through your palms. You listen to the sound of your own breath in the silence, aside from the soft hum of fire from the pit in front of you, slow and a little raspy. The door to Apson’s house swings open and then closes. It was nice of Appie to invite you in the first place - you never could thank him enough for trying to involve you in his friend group. Usually, you’d politely decline the invitation, not quite having made it past the step of hyping yourself up in the mirror, promising it’d be a good night.

You remind yourself that this was practice for the stage. How were you supposed to perform if you couldn’t even manage to go to one of your best friend’s parties? Grimacing at the thought, you roll your shoulders, a sigh passing from your lips. Apson was the first one to have given your music a chance, having been sat on your bed as you wrote your lyrics, pushing your journal towards him after each edit. He would hum any sort of tune to catch your words, give you some sort of inspiration. It’s easy to be around him, it just feels right ; which happens to make the fear of making a good impression around his friends much worse.

A hand finds your shoulder, heavy and welcoming. You can smell his cologne before he speaks, saccharine and earthy. “Need to go get another case of beer, you coming with?” Apson grins, already tugging you along.

“Of course, yeah,” you’re starting to reply, nearly tripping down the porch steps, your arm catching another body in its stagger for balance. 

His face is a bit mousey, grin curious and friendly. “Careful!” He teases, trailing after Apson. He glances back to you - like he’s making sure you’re following, a bit hesitant. You’re well aware of who he is, having seen hundreds of pictures of him and Appie together, flicking through their stories in a muted envy. Joost .

Appie releases you from his grip once you’re tugging at the passenger side door, Joost trailing after you. “Long time no see,” he says, sugary and faint, dying out into a giggle. 

You climb into the car. He’s fumbling between buckling his seatbelt and throwing Appie’s collection of mess from the backseat into the trunk. 

“You were at Appie’s birthday party, right?” You reply, fidgeting with your hands, beer long abandoned on the side of Apson’s porch. 

Joost looks towards you. “Yeaahh,” he drags out the ah , dramatically. You can tell that he’s doing it to make you laugh, searching for your smile after. “I remember you. The singer!” The singer. You can't help but wonder how much you told him, 6 shots deep and in desperation to look like a good, talented friend. The label makes you a little sick, but you nod.

“You as well? I think I saw your album on Instagram - it was good, really good,” the fabric of your shirt is sticking to your chest, cotton-stiff and uncomfortable. You turn to roll down the window, the still heat wavering in the backseat. 

“Appie! AC?” You whine a bit, tapping at the driver’s seat.

Apson pauses from sticking his keys into the ignition, glaring at you through the mirror. "Roll down the window! I gotta start the car, man."

You sigh, giving up as your back hits the carseat.

Joost glances over again, fiddling with his phone case. "Really cool you saw my stuff. Now I gotta hear yours, okay?" He offers you an earbud, wire already stuck into his phone.

You feel a little nauseous.

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It hadn't taken long for you and Joost to connect after the party. Embarrassingly enough, when you had gotten his follow request, days passed before you finally accepted it and sent a message. It became a lot easier to speak with him, bonding over being independent artists.

Of course, every glimpse of him on your feed had snuck into your dreams, slipping through them like the moonlight in your window. You're startled awake, chest heaving from the thought of his face. Fingers threading through his blonde strands, tangling them and curling them around your knuckle. The thought feels like praying, knelt at the altar, eager for your next glimpse.

You wondered if he knew.

"You're an up and coming, for serious," he would blurt out after every sneak of music you showed him. The endless praise for your work cycled into daily conversation, asking to see what you were working on- or if he could help with anything.

You couldn't help but wonder how long this dance between you two would go, when every touch became an apology for being too shy. When you could lace your fingers with his, joking about the size of your hands, yet too nervous to nestle your face into the crook of his neck.

You feel homesick when his arm isn't wrapped around your shoulder, peeking over your phone to see what you're doing rather than talking to him. He always knows how to make you look up, smile, giddy just to get a reaction.

When he confesses his 'silly', unripe feelings - it feels like the sky itself had opened up and sang for you.

[green-swan]

cigarette or zoot? (pt. 1) | joost klein x f1! driver (fem!reader)

in which london and smoking are synonymous with meeting a cute dutch artist

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when AVROTROS approached her about eurovision, she thought they made a mistake. max was dutch. she wasn't. her lithuanian roots were deeper than any other identity she could've carved for herself. in the end she agreed; going in their cars with max around the city of malmö, visiting a few eurovision parties and most importantly, interact with joost klein (whom she didn't know, mind you) and teach him how to use an F1 simulator. this was going to be a heavy week. thank god it was in a month, right now she had a race to win.

first came the party - london was a welcome destination for the young driver. she thrived under the busy nature of it even in what some would call late, and others early, hours. she couldn't say the same for crowds though, the moving mosh of strangers all too close to each other and trying to show their superiority (the latter was aimed at men to be fair). she did see silvester, and the two had a lengthy conversation that didn't come to a conclusion but rather stayed at "what the fuck, let's make lithuania internationally famous!" she had hoped for a good place in eurovision, if not victory, while silvester (silvestras sounded more like home) had voiced his wish for her to win the upcoming miami grand prix and not only become the first female to do so, but also the first from lithuania. the pressure was on.

unfortunately, she lost silvester after getting a drink, so what really was the point of staying in the now airless room? she grabbed her drink and went to the rooftop that really should've been closed. her short frame slumped against a railing and she lit a cigarette, making it a point to hold it between her thumb and index finger. it was quiet, and london shimmered in different shades of yellow and white. so many people, some praying, some arguing, some alone. it felt peaceful despite the harsh wind that threatened to put out her cigarette.

"cigarette or zoot?" an accented voice sounded out, breaking the howls of wind. she turned around, spotting a man in what would've been a formal outfit had it not been for the pyramid-shaped shoulder pads on his blazer. joost klein, the man she was meant to interact with in front of cameras later that month. "cigarette," she answered, "though they call them something else here," she finished with an unsure smile. "i thought we couldn't bring tobacco in here?" he questioned, with a miscievous undertone in his voice. "they didn't check me, so it's on them," the driver shrugged, "why? you want one?"

"god, yes please!"

she took out another one from her pack, put it in between her glossed lips (joost thought that the gloss suited her) and lit it before giving it to the dutch man. "you know, i once tried eating a cigarette," he started, earning an incredulous look from the shorter girl. "what? did it taste good?" her curiosity was cute, "what do you think?"

"i once nearly swallowed jet fuel," she said with sympathy, "i get it."

joost knew who she was, well vaguely. the only female formula 1 driver and the only lithuanian on the grid. so why did AVROTROS want him to interact with her in addition to her dutch teammate? by that point, the wind had calmed down, an eery silence on brink of errupting had it not been for the music blasting from downstairs. she hummed a few lyrics before he spoke up, startling her heart as if she'd forgotten that he was indeed still there.

"can i take a picture of you right now?"

"why?"

"you're pretty. you look really beautiful in this moment, and i want to capture it."

she thought for a moment. "okay, if you let me take one of you after." he smiled. (he was so going to convince her to be on the cover of his next album)

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note: jumping on the joost klein bandwagon (hehe been a fan for a while! got tickets for his europapa tour so i've been riding on cloud 9). i also love formula 1 and so thought why not combine them?

as the first paragraph indicates there will be (probably short and sweet) chapters and maybe extra ones after if this goes well <3

[springgirlshowers]

headcannons abt joost with a sleepy gf……..like something about him just makes her feel so comfortable to the point she gets all relaxed and tired, like you let her lay on this man and she is knocked out within the next five minutes awwww - 🎶

as a sleepy gal myself (tbh i’m questioning if i’m narcoleptic atp), this touched my heart, i hope it does for you too <3

- he’s always yawning because you yawned first

- your eyelids would be drooping already anytime he would caress your cheek

- sometimes when you’re insanely bored and waiting for him to come home, you’ll just sleep for the time to pass by faster

- then he’ll come home to you passed out on the couch, all bundled up in blankets

- he’ll usually nudge you awake and tell you to get in bed

- but if you look way too comfy and he’s feeling extra lovey, he’ll gently scoop you up and carry you to bed

- idk just that one line from where’d all the time go: she gets dressed up like a pillow cause she’s always in bed

- him brushing his hands through your hair is like an automatic sleep button for you

- he’s constantly asking you “you wanna take a nap?” anytime you look even a tiny bit remotely tired

- sitting on his lap and laying your head in the crook of his neck is a risky move, because you’ll most likely be passing out in the next ten minutes

- laying your head on his stomach is worse, it’s like your own personal pillow that you’ll be falling asleep on within five minutes

- watching a movie and cuddling aways ends up with you falling asleep halfway through

- anytime he’d piggyback you after a long night of clubbing because your feet hurt, you’d have your head on his shoulder and already dozing off

- or when you got home, drunk and laying on the bed as he helped take your heels off, by the time he came back from the bathroom with makeup wipes, you’d already be asleep on the bed

- always taking naps on the tour bus/car when you’re traveling with him on his tour bc he has you getting up so fucking early <\3

- if he has to leave early in the morning to get to the studio, you always grasp onto his torso like a lifeline, mumbling something like “mmm five more minutes”

- which he’d reply with “teuns gonna be annoyed if i’m late again, liefje.” attempting to leave but he just can’t say no to your pouty face, giving you those extra five or ten minutes of cuddling

- joost doesn’t care that you’re always so sleepy, he brings this comfort and warmth to you that no other person could

- and how could he ever say no to his sleepy girl?

[urfavlarry]

If you're comfortable with that, maybe female reader getting the stars tattooed on her forearm sh scars? Like the "you drew stars around my scars" line by taylor swift. And some of the stars are just normal stars, some lines and some are stars drew by joost. And also maybe before tattooing them, her asking joost to draw stars on a piece of paper

You drew stars around my scars

Joost Klein x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of sh scars, swearing, some school trauma, back stabbing/fake friends, most likely bad grammar

genre: fluff/hurt comfort

summarry: Joost has never really noticed your sh scars despite being with you for almost half a year. You got used to covering them but you decided it would be a cute idea to get a tattoo on the things that caused you such sorrow in your high school years

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Joost kept asking you about what the stars were for all week, following you around and trying to get at least the slightest bit of information out of you. You never gave him a straight answer or you avoided the question completely. Joost was going mad, staying up with his thoughts and questions running through his mind like mathematical equations. What could you possible need him to draw stars for? A week ago you came up to him with your beautiful and sweet smile which lit up his day all the time. He hugged you, kissing you on the nose before letting you speak your mind. “Could you pretty please draw a few stars for me? Different sizes please.” You ask and he raises a brow at your mischief, but did as you told him, drawing you quite a lot of stars, circling the ones he like the most before handing the piece of paper to you. You smiled and kissed his forehead before going off somewhere.

A week later he was home alone while you were off somewhere in another country visiting a friend you haven’t seen for quite some time. Joost would’ve gone with you but he had important plans for the day of the departure which you understood. He texted every day, asking you how your day was and sending you videos or voice messages of him telling you and showing you how his day way and what he did. He missed you dearly but you were coming back tommorow night, which gave him so much energy he couldn’t even sleep from the pure excitement of seeing you again. You on the other hand were nervous. Of course, excitement filled your body from even thinking about going back but it was the first time you would be telling Joost about your high school years. Well it could go many possible ways, but you mostly tried to think about the positive outcomes. Joost wasn’t the type to get angry at someone for this, he’s going to be there for you and you’re confident in that statement.

Around 5:38AM you got to the airport, the plane was supposed to be departing at around 7:40AM. You texted Joost the whole time you were waiting for the plane, saying your goodbyes once you were supposed to board the plane. The hours felt like 15 minutes, getting off you took a uber home so you wouldn’t bother Joost. Once you got there, you walked to your shared apartment and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Anxiety filled every single part of you, but you tried your best to shake it off, unlocking the door and get greeted with the warmth of the apartment. A quiet curse could be heard in the room and a few crashes, which alarmed you but then again you’re living with Joost Klein, so you weren’t that scared. You walk to the living room/kitchen and see Joost there holding your favourite flowers and what looked like a hand made gift. You smile softly, walking over and hugging him, not letting him go for a few minutes. He looked tired but happy to see you, leaving kisses all over your face.

Spending the day with Joost was all you could’ve asked for, but he still didn’t notice the new tattoo that was on your upper arm. That’s where the scars that haunted you during your high school years were. You hoped he would notice them first because you didn’t have a clue how to even start that conversation. What would you even say? Hey so I hurt myself in highschool and got this tattoo! Cool ain’t it? Of course not! Little did you know that Joost noticed the tattoo, he was just trying to approach the subjest in a not ignorant way. He understood how you felt, life gets really tough and he’s sad to see you went through something so bad you had to go to that for comfort. He decided to run his fingertips along the scars, making you gasp slightly and put your hand on top of his. You look at him, beautiful ocean blue eyes looking at you with nothing but sympathy. “I.. uh, how do I start this..” You say, trying to explain yourself but Joost just brings you into a warm embrace. “You don’t need to explain yourself my love, I’m sorry you had to go through something so horrible to make yourself do this.” He says with comfort but hesitance, choosing his words carefully. It was clear he cared but he had no idea what to even say in this situation. “I think it’s time you know.” You say and he nods, kissing your forehead and grabbing your hands, and interlocking your fingers.

And so you tell him everything, from start to finish. How school overwhelmed you and never finding the right people at school, all of them always stabbing you in the back in some way. You felt like it was a silly reason, something that wasn’t as serious as other peoples problems but he made you push those thought away. “Everyone has their own struggles, none are bigger then the others. They are all the same. It’s something that bothers you and just because someone had a ‘better reason to do it’ , which is totally not true and nobody should say or think, you should never think they aren’t important and don’t need help because the internet says they aren’t valid.” His soft smile was intoxicating, slowly making your frown turn into the smile he so loved.

“Thank you, thank you so much Joost.” You say, tears threatening to fall. They weren’t sad tears, of course not they were the tears of pure relief and joy. He wiped your tears, kissing your cheek and then looks at you with his signature, cute smile. “Live the tattoo.” He says and you giggle, showing it off to him. His eyes light up when he sees the stars he drew, along with other stars. You told him about every single one and who they were from and what they had to do with it and why you even let them draw a star for you. He listened to every single word that came out of your mouth, asking about your silly tales every now and then, which made you even more excited to talk about it. Joost couldn’t stop looking st the tattoo, tracing both the scars and stars, taking multiple pictures and showing them off to both his fans and friends. “So proud of her.” He would say to everyone, which made your heart melt.

That night he made a promise with you. “I promise on our never ending love i’ll always be here whenever you feel down, unworthy, unloved, sad. I’ll always be here no matter the situatuon and promise to listen to your problems.” He says, kissing your soft lips and embraced you for what felt like the 100th time that day. You stayed like that in each others comfort, letting all the bad emotions wash away into the stars of the night sky, miles and miles away.

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[joostsblog]

the button ~ joost klein one shot

My masterlist here ✨💌

Pairing: Joost Klein x female!reader

Description: You are a contestant on the dating show the button by cut and hit it off with one of the other contestants.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: watched this video and saw that bbno$ was in it so I got the idea, what if Joost was a contestant on there? some of the dialogue is stolen from that video btw. I've got some amazing requests in my inbox so I'm sorry for putting this out first but i just felt ✨inspired✨

Warnings: not proofread

"(Y/N), you can come with me, you're next," the production assistant informed you and you got up from your spot on the sofa.

"Good luck," Amber, whom you had just met in the green room smiled at you.

"You're gonna kill it!" Leah also cheered you on.

"Thanks, girls!" you smiled and waved.

As the production assistant led you onto set your heart was pounding. This was your first time being in front of a camera and to do something something like flirting with someone which was nervewracking for you even without all the cameras and the pressure was definitely a big deal. You walked up to the small white table and saw a tall guy with brown hair and glasses get up to greet you.

"Hi, I'm Alex, nice to meet you," he said as you shook hands.

"Nice to meet you, I'm (Y/N)," you introduced yourself before you sat down. Before you could even say much the button already spoke up.

"Do you guys goon at all?" it asked and you laughed.

"I don't know what that is," you admitted. "What is that? It sounds sexual," you joked.

"It isn't, I promise you," Alex said laughing and you couldn't tell whether he was being honest.

"Alex, why don't you explain gooning to (Y/N)?" the button asked.

"Okay, so do you know when you wake up in the morning and you're having a really tough day? So gooning is like that emotional state when you don't know what's going to happen, the uncertainty of it all," Alex explained and you were still sceptical.

"Suuure," you said.

"Do you watch Gary Vee at all?" Alex asked and the button turned red indicating that the both of you could now reject the other person.

"Not really," you said as you gently pressed the button with a sorry expression on your face. Alex quickly looked down at your fingers on the button and back up to your face and you immediately felt sorry. "I'm so sorry," you said with an apologetic smile.

"It's fine," Alex said as he got up from his chair.

"It was nice meeting you though," you offered. "This is awful," you said addressing the camera. "But I guess that's the format of the show," you said.

"You got it," the button said.

It wasn't long before the next guy was brought onto set. You got up to greet him.

"Hi, I'm (Y/N)," you said and shook hands with the brunette dressed in a grey suit.

"I'm James, my friends call me Juice," he said as you sat back down. "You can call me yours, that also works as well," he said and you laughed.

"Okay, what do you do?" you opened the conversation.

"Uhm, I'm a YouTuber," he said. "Tell me about yourself, what do you do, do you live here?" he asked. You hated the tell me about yourself phrase so you cringed a bit internally.

"Well, I don't live here, I don't even live in the US actually. I'm just visiting," you said. "And I do Social Media Marketing for work," you concluded.

"Alright, that's dope," James said.

"(Y/N), are you vibing?" the button asked.

"I'm always vibing," you offered.

"But are you vibing with James, is the question," the voice of the button pressed.

"Uhm," you started and were glad as the button turned red again and your hands flung forward in reflex to reject the guy. "I'm so sorry," you said again as your hand hit the button. James shrugged and got up. "Have a nice day," you said, head in your hands as you were embarrassed.

"(Y/N), why did you reject James?" the button asked.

"Uhm, I just think we weren't a match," you said.

"Alright, let's hope this next one is a match then," the button said before the next guy stepped onto set.

You got up from your chair again to greet him. He was a tall handsome blonde, scattered with some tattoos and a pair of glasses on his nose. You could tell from his looks alone that you were attracted to him. Immediately your heart started beating faster after you had just calmed down and gotten used to this situation.

"Hi, I'm (Y/N), nice to meet you," you introduced yourself again shaking the guy's hand.

"I'm Joost, nice to meet you," he said and you both sat down.

"Are you guys nervous?" the button asked before you could start the conversation.

"Yeah, man, I'm shitting my pants," Joost said and you laughed.

"Yeah, I'm shaking," you said and held up your hand for Joost to see.

"Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one," Joost said. "Do you mind if I set the mood real quick?" Joost asked.

"Sure," you replied and Joost pulled something out of his jeans pocket. He placed an electric tealight on top of the table and turned it on.

"There we go," he said.

"Nice, I like it," you laughed. "I like your style," you complimented him.

"Oh, thanks, I like yours as well," he smiled, he was resting his head on his hands and you couldn't believe how cute he looked at that moment.

"So, what do you do?" you asked.

"I'm a musician," he said.

"Oh, nice. Isn't Alex also a musician?" you asked.

"So we're talking about other guys on our date?" Joost asked jokingly.

"I'm sorry," you said putting your hands in the air. "That was rude of me."

"No, it's fine," Joost said. "That's how we know each other actually," he explained.

"Oh, sick," you said. "Is there any of your songs that I might know?"

"Joost, will you sing a song for (Y/N)?" the button asked and laughed in embarrassment.

"Oh no, please no no," Joost begged laughing.

"No, please I wanna hear it," you said, your hands formed to a begging symbol.

"(Y/N), maybe you should hold Joost's hand to support him," the button chimed in.

"If you want," you said and put your hand beside the button.

"Alright," Joost said with a shy laugh and locked his fingers with yours. Your heart fluttered at the contact. The tattoos on his fingers looked divinely between your fingers you thought.

"Here it goes," Joost said and cleared his throat. You could tell that he was nervous, avoiding eye contact as he tried to mask his nervousness with a laugh. You squeezed Joost's hand in support and he smiled. Joost started singing: "Ring ding ding ding ding ding; Ring ding ding ding bem bem bem; Ring ding ding ding ding ding-"

"Oh, I think I know this one," you said as Joost continued singing.

"Ring ding ding ding baa baa; Ring ding ding ding ding ding; Ring ding ding ding bem bem bem," he sang with a big grin on his face.

"Wait, isn't this crazy frog?" you asked with a laugh.

"Yeah, it is," Joost said after he stopped.

"But that's not your-?" you asked confused.

"No, I wish," Joost joked.

Suddenly the button turned red again but you had no intention of pressing it this time so you just sat still. However, you could see Joost flinching as his hand left your grip but he stopped himself before actually hitting the button. Your mouth fell open in shock as you pointed at him.

"Did you just almost button me?" you asked laughing.

"No no no," Joost held up both of his hands. "I swear it wasn't my intention," he said. The button turned white again.

"Alriiiight," you said mistrusting.

"I thought you were gonna reject me so I thought I would have to push the button," Joost tried to explain. "I wouldn't reject you," he said.

"Whatever you say," you said and you narrowed your eyes at him. "Would you describe yourself as a generally mistrusting person?" you asked and Joost touched his chin as he pondered your question.

"Hm, I don't think I'm particularly mistrusting - just sometimes," he explained.

"Well, as you can see, you can trust me," you pointed out. "You, however," you pointed at him again. "have lost my trust, so you will need to gain it back," you said.

"I will try to make it up to you, I promise," Joost said.

"Do you guys find each other attractive at all?" the button chimed in.

"Jesus," you laughed, taken aback by the question. "Do you not have any decorum at all?" you asked.

"No, I don't," the button said. "Would you guys fuck?" the button pressed on in the blunt style it was known for.

You put your hands in front of your face in embarrassment. After you removed your hands again you looked Joost in the eyes and your heart fluttered. Of course, you would.

"Well, I mean I think you're attractive," you said timidly. "So, yeah," you said and shrugged your shoulders. Joost grinned.

"What about you, Joost?" the button asked.

"First off," Joost started with a big gesture and you wondered if this was the start of a thank you, but no. "I have the utmost respect for women," Joost said and put his hand on his chest over his heart "and I don't mean to objectify women," he continued and your heart was beating out of your chest. "but yeah, I would as well," Joost concluded and shrugged with a cheeky smile at you.

"Oooh, it's getting steamy in here," the button said.

"It's your fault," you pointed out.

"Can I get your number?" Joost said as he pulled out his phone and you giggled.

"Hey, this is not how this game works," the button protested.

"Yeah, you can have it," you said and started typing in your number in a new contact in Joost's phone.

"Alright, if you're gonna play by your rules," the button said. "I'm gonna go red for one last time and if you don't push me then you can go on a second date," the button explained and turned red.

You leaned back in your chair, crossed your arms and looked at Joost across from you. You were fully charmed by the man and you really hoped that he wasn't playing anything up for the cameras and that he was actually also into you. A few seconds of silence passed as you looked at each other before the button started lighting up in rainbow colours.

"Congrats, you've made it," the button said and Joost smiled at you.

You both got up from your chairs and you walked towards each other to hug. Joost was taller than you and as you engulfed each other in a deep hug his head could rest on top of yours.

"I can't wait for our date," Joost said.

"Same," you said. "Finally without all the cameras," you said as you pulled away and Joost looked at you with a knowing grin.

[ketaundkrawall]

Code Rood ☽｡⋆ Joost Klein

Summary: after your period cramps get really bad, your boyfriend proposes something to help ease the pain.

Warnings: smut (18+!!), period sex, cramps, blood, unprotected piv, oral (m! receiving), established relationship, Joost loves reader just so much, readers so insecure but he makes it better 🫶🏻, Joost calls reader liefje bc I think that’s just so adorable, afab!reader, no use of Y/N, rpf, NOT PROOFREAD IM LAZY OK 😭

WC: 1.6k

A/N: so hello I’m not dead 🤠 I combined two requests I got in this one. And btw reqs are always open I’m just so slow at writing atm bc work gets the best of me lately 😭

18+/rpf under the cut

You watched the sun slowly settle, drowning the sky into a beautiful orange color. Listening to the birds chirping outside and feeling the last breeze of the warm summer air hitting your exposed arms. It would’ve been a beautiful and relaxing evening with your boyfriend. You both would’ve sit outside on your balcony and watched enjoyed the last rays of the summer sun, talking and smoking and just enjoying yourselves.

But your period had other plans.

So that’s why you were curled up on the couch, a hot water bottle on your stomach, eyes closed and mouth distorted in pain.

Your day had started pretty good. You had breakfast with your boyfriend, got some work done and took a nap. And that was when a sharp pain in your lower abdomen woke you up. A sharp pain shooting through you again as you realized the red spot on the covers and internally groaned. With a sigh you got up to get yourself cleaned up before turning your attention to the covers. Lucky for you, you could get rid of the blood spots completely.

Over the course of the afternoon the pain got worse. You couldn’t even move anymore, you were just laying on the couch with a big night pad on and tried to focus on whatever was playing on the TV.

You must I’ve dozen off because the door closing pulled you out of your slumber. Stretching you slowly sat up and smiled softly as Joost made your way over to you with a bag full of things to help your pains.

“Hey.” He said softly and kissed your forehead. “Feeling any better?” You sighed. “A bit maybe.” Joost handed you the bag with the goodie’s over. He knew exactly what you needed on your period. Chocolate, your favorite drink, more sweets, pain killers and two maxi packs of pads.

“Thank you.” You whispered and felt your eyes watering. Stupid period always made you emotional as fuck. Quickly you tried to dry your eyes but Joost had already noticed them and just sat beside you and pulled you into his side. “You’re welcome.” He whispered and pressed another kiss to your head.

You relaxed into him and soon you both were entangled with each other. You on top of Joost, one leg around his hips and the other between his legs as he held you tightly. That’s what you loved so much about him. He was always there for you, no matter how bad you felt.

Joost knew you hated being on your period. You always told him how disgusted you were with yourself and how much your hormones made you hate yourself that time of the month. But he wasn’t disgusted with you, by the blood, as you always said, he didn’t think you got more unattractive or whatever you told him as well. No. To him you were still so beautiful and gorgeous. Period or not.

“It’s normal.” He had told you when you when you first got together years ago and you had your period. “I don’t mind.”

“Liefje?” Joost whispered and made you look up. “Yeah?” He pressed a kiss to your lips which took you by surprise but made you kiss him back instantly. After a few seconds he pulled away. “I got an idea. Read about it online.”

You raised your brows at his words. “What idea?” You watched as his mouth turned into a sly smile. “Orgasms are supposed to reduce cramps. Thought we could try it?” Joost said and waited for your reaction.

Opening your mouth and closing it again you looked at him as if he just punched you across the face. Wouldn’t that be disgusting? He would definitely be disgusted with you, the devil on your shoulder said. No he loves you, he wants to help you, the angel on your other shoulder chirped in.

Your hard was beating fast and your mouth went dry as you nodded. “Okay.” You whispered. “But how are we gonna do it? I don’t wanna ruin the sheets or anything, and-“ Joost shushed you up with a kiss.

“You go to our bedroom and undress. I’ll be there in a second okay?” He said, brushing hair out of your hot face. So you did as he told you.

Sitting on the edge of your shared bed you looked up as he came in with a lot of old towels you barely used anymore, mostly to clean. Putting the towels on the mattress, Joost quickly spread the out so everything was covered before turning his focus back to you.

Coming to a stand in between your legs you looked up at your boyfriend who was cradling your face in both of his hands, leaning down to pull you into a soft kiss. He then pressed you down onto the bed, hovering over you and taking your clothes off with ease until you were lying under him in only your panties.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Joost whispered against the soft skin of your neck, making goosebumps form all over your body as you let out little breaths of desperation.

His mouth wandered lower to your chest, kissing and nibbling at your pebbled nipples. “Joost- oh fuck!” You moaned as he bit down on it softly, want pooling between your legs. “Feels good baby? Want my cock?” He asked breathily against the skin of your stomach.

You were only able to nod.

Joost got up and made sure your eyes were on him the whole time he undressed and you would be lying if you said that it didn’t turn you on. Fuck he was definitely a sight for sore eyes, standing naked in front of you, cock hard, his mushroom shaped tip tip angry red and leaking precum.

Mouth watering you slipped down from the bed on your knees right in front of him, hand wrapping around his thick shaft. “Fuck me.” You whispered more to yourself as your tongue tarted out to collect the salty precum on your tongue and moaning at the taste. Cramps long forgotten by now.

“That’s my good girl, suck it baby, just like that..” He moaned, his hand on the back on your head urging you on to take more of him into your mouth. And you did, head bobbing up and down his length. Your eyes watered some but you didn’t care, you focused on taking as much of him as you could.

Soon you could feel Joost twitch, an indicator that he was close so he pulled you off his cock with a heavy breath. “Lay down. Panties off.”

You did as you were told and slipped out of your underwear, trying to ignore the blood on the pad. You closed your eyes and laid on your back, Joost hovering over you, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. A moan left your lips as you felt him, your arms wrapping around him as you opened your eyes again, looking right into his blue orbs.

“Ready?” You nodded.

Pressing his lips to yours, Joost slowly pushed inside your wet cunt. Letting out little whimpers he soon was all the way inside you. He watched your face move from displeasure to pleasure. “Move.” You whispered and he did just that.

Pulling almost all the way out he then snapped his hips back forward, filling you up again. “Oh my god fuck!” You yelled out in surprise, scratching his back softly. Joost couldn’t help but grin at your direction.

Your mouth was slightly agape letting out little breaths as he kept fucking inside you. “Feeling good liefje? God love the way your pussy grips my cock so tightly.” He groaned. “Open your mouth.” Joost instructed you, and you did.

Feeling his fingers in your mouth you closed your lips around them and sucked, twirling your tongue around the digits. After a while he removed them again and moved them down to your clit, circling them around the bundle of nerves until he had you writhing and begging to cum underneath him.

Joost could barely hold himself back. He was so close, your moans turning him on so much he could explode right in that moment but he wanted to make you feel good first. “Come on baby.” He egged you on. “Cum for me.”

And that was all you needed to hear. His husky voice and the way he hit that one spot inside you just perfectly making you come undone around him, walls spasm around his dick.

Your orgasms triggered his. Snapping his hips forward one last time, his movements stilled and you felt him pump his load into you.

Both of you breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat covering your bodies as he pressed his lips to yours, pulling out.

Whimpering at the loss of contact you pulled away. Joost smiled softly at you as your eyes tarted out to look at the towels beneath you.

It looked like something straight out of a slasher movie. Everything was covered in blood, even parts of Joost. You could feel your cheeks heat up. “I’m sorry.”

Taking your face into his hands, Joost made you look into his eyes. “How about a shower?” Gulping you were just able to move your head yes. “Good. You go get everything ready and I’ll clean up here.”

A small smile played around your lips. “Okay.”

An hour later, Joost had cleaned everything up and joined you in the shower, both of you were curled up on the couch, snacking some stuff he bought earlier and watched your favorite movie.

Your hand was lazily running through Joosts hair. “Still got any pains?” He mumbled, almost asleep. Chuckling you shook your head. “No. Thank you.”

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A/N: thank you guys for reading <3 I appreciate you all sm *gets emotional a tiny bit*

[mylifestylearedilfs]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ joost klein x tinder date!reader ࿐ྂ

ੈ✩‧₊˚ OCEAN EYES (part two) : smut but not a vulgar one ; fluff ; use of alcohol ; imagine ; all is fictional ; english is not my first language

(part one)

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_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ YOU DIDN’T KNEW if your boldness was the effect of mixing alcohol with marihuana or it was your natural instinct, when you felt comfortable with someone. when you will be sober again, you probably will regret everything you have done that night but right now you didn’t want to overthink your actions, because it would be pointless, the possible worry and consequences will be your issues for tomorrow.

you were tired and bored of your love life, so when a pretty blonde boy showed up, you couldn’t miss the opportunity. even if this would be the last time you see joost, you needed to make use of the chance that the universe or whoever gave you, otherwise you would have remorses.

you lived in peaceful neighbourhood, with a lot of old ladies, who were interested in your life more than you were. you already that tomorrow you will be hearing a lot of gossips about your sexual activity. you both entered your modest house, and before you could say anything, you felt his wet lips on your neck. letting out little chuckle, you turned around to face him and before your lips connect you quietly said:

“i never go to bed on the first date” as a response you only heard his laugh, that you slowly started to love.

“me too, guess there’s always place for first time” he said with smile, finally connecting your lips. your tongue fluttered against his, as his hands were in the softness of your hair, both of you smiled during passionate making out. then the realisation of how much you missed the physical touch of other person, of course you were able to please yourself on your own but it never was enough. you started leading him to your bedroom, which was a small basic room, with a single bed, a dresser, and a lot of celebrities posters on the wall.

he pulled out from the kiss, making you sit on soft mattress, with his knee slighting between your thighs, he opened them a little bit making space for himself to kneel in front of you. you leaned in and kissed him passionately again, second later you could feel his hand pulling up your dress gently squeezing your breasts through the bra material. you were actually surprised how subtle he was, for some reason you expected him to be more harsh and maybe even selfish, but you were glad that you had a wrong impression.

after helping him with taking your dress and unnecessary bra off, you felt his warm kisses all over your breast. as his lips stimulated your nipples, your fingers were in his hair, slowly pulling up some strands. it felt different than the rest of hookups you had in the past, it wasn’t like a quick sex with guy that attach himself to you in a bar. they never were paying attention to your pleasure, focusing only to their needs.

you smiled at joost as he undressed quickly undressed himself, standing in nothing but his underwear. you bite your lip, admiring his beautiful body; you never was a fan of fake muscular types of build, so you were glad that he kept it natural. with the move of your finger you invited him to came closer again, you already were missing his touch. he kissed you more rougher but still passionate and made you lay down on the matters, as he was on top of your body.

after leaving the trail of messy kisses all over your belly, he started kissing your inner thighs as you moaned quietly biting your lower lip.

“what about you? you make it all about myself” you said as your breath started to speed up.

“tonight let’s focus on you, babygirl” he said with smirk, and you could only let out a shaky sigh. you couldn’t believe that you met your perfect man on this freaking app, you definitely will leaving a five starts on app store after this night.

slowly he took off your panties and brought his middle finger down and slid it gently over your folds. you threw your head back with louder ‘oh god’ on your lips. seeing your reaction he did it again, this time his fingertip slipping between your needy wetness; he found your clit and started rubbing it in circles. all you could do was cried out against his lips, saying his name from time to time.

“stop playing, i’m not a patient person” you said with need in your voice and he only chuckled, taking his underwear as well. after a second he finally slipped inside your pussy. you gasped surprised how perfect he fitted your body, after all those random guys, you forgot how good sex could be. neither of you spoke. you had one hand in his blonde hair, the other slowly stroking his back.

“god, don’t stop” you whimpered, after hearing your needy voice he started to move inside you with more confidence. you moaned, and with your hands you took his face and with a little smile you were just looking him in his beautiful ocean eyes.

"you’re making me crazy" he gasped, as you chuckled and put your lips against his ear, whispering his name like a mantra.

you felt too comfortable with joost, you were expecting that after they would finish, there will be awkwardness. but now all you cared about was the pleasure that he was giving you. you felt how your climax was close, which was unbelievable, because you never came that fast with anyone. feeling how you clenched around him, he started to move even faster, which surprisingly was still possible. after the strong orgasm hit you, he carefully pulled out; stroking his length for a couple more seconds he come on your naked tummy. as soon as they both were done and pleased, you hugged him tightly, sending him the biggest smile.

“you will stay, right?” you said with hope.

“of course” he simply said, kissing your temple with little smile. “so, you want round two?” after hearing his words all you did was laughed, but how you say no to him?

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ as i said smuts aren’t my thing to normally write, so they won’t be that popular on my blog. but anyways thank you for attention! hope you liked it!

[fullsandwichmiracle]

Pretty screams

Paring: Joost Klein x female!reader 

Description: Joost invited you to the studio and encouraged you to experiment with creating a song. As you worked on it, Joost was inspired and decided he wanted to use your captivating screams for his next project.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, cigarettes, smut, oral receiving , PnV, unprotected, no use of Y/N, one shot

Word count: 2,5k+

You had met Joost at a friend's house party, where you had spent most of the evening engaged in deep conversations and playful flirting. Joost, it turned out, was a musician, and by the end of the night, you had exchanged numbers.

A week later, while lounging in your room with a good book, your phone buzzed with a text from Joost.

Hello! Do you remember me?

Hmm. Cute music dude?

Yes!

Since the party, you hadn't spoken and had assumed he had forgotten about you. You hadn't reached out either, not wanting to appear too eager and desperate. Despite the closeness at the party, nothing had transpired between you two.

Are you up to anything?

No, not really, just reading. Why?

Me and the guys are in the studio. Just wondering if you wanted to come over? You can read here.

Sure, why not. Can you send me the address?

When Joost sent the address, you quickly threw on an oversized hoodie over your black silk pajama shorts and top, packed your book and phone into a tote bag, and slipped on your headphones. The night air was cool as you headed out on your bike towards the studio.

I'm outside. How do I get in?

You texted Joost after parking your bike near the building. When he didn’t respond immediately, you lit a cigarette and took a drag, letting the music in your headphones carry you away.

Lost in the music, you closed your eyes. Suddenly, a hand on your shoulder jolted you back, and you let out a scream.

It was Joost, who had apparently been standing there for a while before deciding to interrupt you.

"Pretty scream," he said, laughing. "Wanna come inside?"

"Sorry, I drifted away," you replied with a chuckle. "And yes."

You stubbed out your cigarette and followed him inside.

The studio buzzed with energy, a mix of creative chaos. Joost introduced you to everyone, their faces lighting up with infectious enthusiasm. You settled next to Apson, who was focused on something on his laptop.

"Hey," Apson greeted you with a nod as you took out your book to continue reading.

After a while, Joost approached you with a pair of headphones. "Wanna hear what we're working on?"

You nodded eagerly, putting down the book and slipping them on. The music enveloped you—a fusion of beats, melodies, and harmonies that was both raw and polished. You glanced over at Joost, who watched your reaction intently.

"This is amazing," you said, genuinely impressed as you heard the beginning.

"Thanks," Joost replied, a hint of pride in his voice. "We've been at it for hours."

You nodded along to the beat of the song, enjoying what they had created. 

When the song ended, Joost pulled up a stool next to you. "So, what do you think?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"It's incredible," you replied. "I had no idea you guys were this talented."

As you took off the headphones and handed them back to Joost, your fingers brushed lightly, sending a subtle shiver up your spine. You both paused, the moment lingering between you.

"Do you wanna try making something?" Joost asked with a soft, inviting smile, his eyes never leaving yours.

You felt a flutter of excitement and eagerly nodded in agreement. Joost guided you over to the mixing board, his hand resting gently on your back. As he explained the basics, his voice became a warm whisper in your ear, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin.

Under his patient guidance, you began to experiment with different sounds. Joost watched you with admiration and something deeper in his gaze. Together, the two of you crafted a simple melody and beat, each note resonating with the shared energy between you.

"That sounds beautiful," Joost murmured, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that sent a thrill through your body.

"Thank you," you whispered back, feeling a blush warm your cheeks under his gaze.

Glancing back, you noticed that the others had quietly slipped away, leaving just the two of you immersed in the music and each other's presence.

Joost's hand found its way to your thigh with a gentle touch, causing a delicious tension to spread through your body. "Seems like someone's hiding a talent," he remarked, giving your thigh a slight squeeze. A soft whimper escaped your lips at the sensation of his touch on your bare skin.

"Thank you," you managed to reply, your voice barely above a breath. The intimacy of his touch and the moment overwhelmed you, drawing you closer to him without hesitation.

Joost's eyes softened as he looked at you, his fingers tracing light circles on your thigh. "You know," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the party."

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words. "Me too," you admitted, your voice trembling with emotion.

Joost's hand moved to gently cup your face, his thumb tenderly brushing your cheek. "I can't get you out of my mind," he confessed, his gaze locked on yours with unwavering intensity.

The air around you crackled with anticipation and unspoken desire. Unable to resist any longer, Joost closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss. It started tentatively, a gentle exploration fueled by the electric connection that had been building since the party. As the kiss deepened, passion and longing took over, expressing the unspoken emotions that had drawn you together.

His hands traced your body, slipping under your hoodie. You stood up from your chair and moved onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. You had wanted to kiss him for so long, but now the kiss alone wasn't enough.

Joost's hands roamed over your back, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. You could feel the heat between you rising, every touch and caress intensifying the moment. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and his lips moved from your mouth to your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"You have no idea how much I have been thinking about this," Joost murmured against your skin, his breath warm and electrifying.

You arched into him, your desire matching his. “Joost, please" you whispered, your voice filled with longing.

Joost's hands moved with a sense of urgency, exploring your curves and igniting a fire within you. The studio, once filled with music, now echoed with the sounds of your shared passion. Every kiss, every touch, brought you closer, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

As his hands found their way back to your face, he paused for a moment, looking deeply into your eyes. "Would you be okay if we continued in the sound booth? You sound like music," he asked, his voice gentle but filled with desire.

You nodded, your heart pounding. "Sure," you responded quickly, not really processing his words and just wanting him to continue.

With that, he captured your lips again, the kiss filled with a mix of tenderness and intensity. He lifted you, and you wrapped your legs around him. You heard the click of a button before he carried you into the sound booth. Inside, there was a couch, a microphone, a piano, and a sign blinking with the word "REC." 

Joost placed you down on the couch and adjusted the mic, positioning it right next to you. His hand moved to your chin, gently lifting your face to meet his gaze. Towering over you, he looked incredibly sexy with his messy hair, hunger in his eyes, and a mischievous grin. "Say my name, schatje," he grunted, squeezing your chin slightly.

"Joost," you whispered, looking up at him.

"Louder, can you?" he said, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "Beg me to fuck you."

Taken aback by his words but driven by desire, you licked your lips before screaming nearly moaning, "Joost, please fuck me! I need you!" 

Joost's eyes darkened with desire as your words filled the booth. He leaned in, capturing your lips with a fierce passion. His hands roamed over your body, every touch igniting a fire within you. You could feel his urgency, his need for you.

He pulled away just long enough to whisper, "That's my girl," before his lips were on yours again, more insistent this time. His hands slid under your hoodie, caressing your skin and making you shiver with anticipation.

Joost's kisses trailed down your neck, and you tilted your head back, giving him full access. His teeth grazed your skin, sending waves of pleasure through you. As his hands explored further, you felt him pulling up the hoodie. You lifted your hands, helping him remove it with ease. Once he got it off, he threw it to the ground and paused, locking eyes with you in a gaze filled with intense desire.

"You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I need you."

He trailed kisses along your body as he knelt at the edge of the couch. Your head fell back with a whimper as you felt Joost's hand caressing you through the thin fabric. His hands moved up to your waistline and tugged on your shorts, urging you to lift up so he could slide them off. You complied, lifting yourself slightly as Joost swiftly removed your shorts and underwear in one smooth motion, tossing them aside.

His hand returned quickly, now against your bare skin. His finger traced your wet folds, and he smirked, saying, "So wet and so pretty," before gently pushing in one finger, causing you to whimper, "Ohh, Joost." Only urging him on more.

Joost's touch sent shivers of pleasure through you as his finger explored your slick warmth. He continued to stroke and tease, his movements expert and deliberate. Your breath hitched with each gentle thrust, the sensation building with a delicious ache.

"You sound so pretty," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. His thumb found your sensitive bud, circling it slowly while his finger delved deeper, eliciting a soft moan from your lips.

You gripped the edge of the couch, your body arching towards him, seeking more of his touch.  

"I need you," you gasped, your voice thick with need.

Joost groaned in response, adding another finger to stretch and fill you. Pleasure surged through you, igniting a fire that threatened to consume every thought. His movements grew more urgent, his fingers finding a rhythm that matched the pounding of your heart, driving you closer to the edge. Soon, you felt his tongue as he began to taste you, intensifying the sensations swirling through your body.

Your senses were ablaze as Joost's tongue explored you with expert precision, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. He alternates between gentle licks and firm strokes, his touch igniting sparks of ecstasy that danced along your skin.

You gasped and moaned, your fingers grasping at the couch cushions as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. Joost's mouth worked fervently, his fingers and tongue coaxing you closer to a peak of pleasure you couldn't resist.

The intensity built like a crescendo, each flick of his tongue pushing you further towards the edge. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body arching towards him, urging him to continue. His movements were relentless, driving you towards a climax that promised to consume you entirely.

Finally, with a shudder and a cry of his name, you shattered into euphoria. Pleasure rippled through you in powerful waves, leaving you trembling and breathless in the aftermath. Joost withdrew his fingers, now slick with your essence, and moved up towards you, again towering over you.

His hand covered your mouth, his fingers teasing your lips until you obediently opened them. He gently pressed his fingers into your mouth, allowing you to taste your own release. You licked his fingers clean, locking eyes with him as you savored the intimate moment.

"Want me to fuck you?" he grunted, his voice thick with desire.

You nodded eagerly, his fingers still lingering in your mouth.

With a hungry gleam in his eyes, Joost withdrew his fingers from your mouth and swiftly removed his own clothes, while you removed your shirt, leaving both of you naked. The air crackled with anticipation as he moved closer, his desire palpable. 

You watched intently as he positioned himself above you, lying down on the couch with your head resting on the armrest, his gaze locked on yours with intensity.

He guided himself inside you, inch by delicious inch, and you gasped his name at the sensation of being filled by him. His movements were slow at first, savoring the connection between you, but soon he picked up pace, each thrust driving you both closer to the edge of ecstasy. 

Moans escaped your lips with each powerful thrust, the intensity of his desire matched by your own. His hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding you in rhythm with his thrusts. The couch creaked beneath you, a symphony of passion blending with the quiet hum of the studio around you.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer as you met each thrust with equal fervor. The heat between you grew with every movement.

Your nails dug into his back, eliciting a deep grunt from him. In response, he began to thrust faster and deeper. With each thrust, the intensity grew, your bodies moving in perfect sync. Joost's breath was hot against your ear, mingling with your own ragged breaths.

Your nails left trails down his back, the slight sting only fueling his desire. His movements became more urgent, driven by the raw connection between you. You clung to him, your body arching to meet his, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through you.

"Sound so… pretty," Joost murmured against your skin, his voice filled with pure desire. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, the intensity of the moment making your heart race even faster.

The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you lost in each other. The crescendo built again, the pressure mounting until you were both teetering on the edge of release. With a final, powerful thrust, you both tumbled over the edge, your cries and screams of pleasure mingling as you found your release together, you felt his warm release fill you up as he thrusted into you one last time. Joost collapsed on top of you, his breath ragged against your skin as he held you close.

You lay entwined, catching your breath in the aftermath of your passionate encounter. The studio, once a place of creativity and music, now bore witness to the raw, unbridled connection you had shared.

“You have a really pretty scream,” Joost murmured into your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He slowly got up and extended a hand to help you. Gathering your scattered clothes, he placed them beside you with a tender smile. Leaning in, he kissed your forehead before asking, "Do you want some water or anything, schatje?" as he began to put on his underwear.

You nodded, still feeling the lingering warmth of his kiss on your forehead. "Water would be great," you replied, your voice soft and content still breathy as you tried to catch your breath.

Joost smiled and walked over to a small fridge outside of the booth, retrieving a bottle of water. He handed it to you, his eyes lingering on your face with a mix of affection and desire. You took a sip, feeling the cool liquid soothe your dry throat.

As you both dressed, the air between you remained charged with the intimacy you had just shared. Joost's touch was gentle as he helped you with your clothes, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Once you were both fully dressed, Joost pulled you into a warm embrace. "That was incredible," he whispered into your hair. "I’ve been thinking about you since the party, but this... this was more than I ever imagined."

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with emotion. "It was amazing," you agreed.

Joost's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with genuine happiness. "I'm glad you came tonight," he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You laughed softly, the sound filling the quiet studio. "Me too," you agreed, leaning in to kiss him once more.

Breaking the kiss, Joost stepped out of the booth and pressed a button to stop the recording. He downloaded the file, erasing it from the computer, and held up a USB drive. "You okay if I use this in a song?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

You smiled, feeling a surge of warmth. "Sure, but I don't want to be credited," you replied with a chuckle, leaning your head on his shoulder, knowing he thought you sounded beautiful.

You packed up all your things and headed out of the studio hand in hand with Joost. As you walked out into the night, the cool air felt refreshing against your flushed skin.

[localemofreak]

Suck It & See.

(Joost Klein X Fem!Reader)

Based on the song:

Suck It And See - Arctic Monkeys

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Story: early mornings with Joost.. blah blah, I think the name pretty much sums everything up here sweetheart.

‼️WARNINGS‼️: RPF (if you don’t like, don’t read- u put yourself in this situation hun.), HEAVY oral smut (male receiving), some fluff, mention of smoking, cursing, some Dutch (I’m still currently learning it so- sorry), early morning stuff idfk, freaky😛 joost, reader mentioned having hair long enough to hold back, etc. (if I forget anything plz let me know!!)

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“Suck it and see, you never know..”

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It was a bright, beautiful, and early Saturday morning.

The birds sung right outside your bedroom window, you could hear the sound of cars honking on the streets and people talking while strolling down the sidewalk.

But that was nothing compared to the sounds that were currently coming from above you- the sound of soft, tired sounding groans and muttered curses falling from your boyfriend’s lips.

The minute you woke up, you knew you needed him- and with the way his obvious morning wood was poking you in the thigh once you woke up, you could tell he was thinking the same thing.

So that’s what led to right now- a messy haired, tired Joost in front of you as you kneeled in between his legs, giving him a little early morning surprise to get his day going.

“Jezus, fuck schatje~” he whimpered out a bit, his tattooed fingers moving to grip your hair back into a makeshift pony tail as your head bobbled up and down on his dick- causing more groans and huffs of air to escape from the Dutch man’s lips.

Tears seemed to fill your eyes a bit as you felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat over and over as he started to push your head down quite a bit- leading the way your head moved while saliva pooled on the creases of your lips, causing your drool to slowly dribble down the side of his dick.

All you could do in that moment was let out small, muffle whines that vibrated against his cock as you stared up at the man that seemed to be completely falling apart above you.

His heavy groans filled your ears as he continued to shove your mouth down on his cock even more, leaving a sloppy- drool covered mess as the base of his cock.

The way his head hung back a little with his eyes closed, the muttered mix of curses and pet names said in Dutch that fell from his beautiful lips, the way his hand gripped more firmly onto your hair as he moved your head up and down.

There was not a more beautiful site then the one right above you.

As you continued to go- moving your head up and down with every soft hum and gag, you could hear Joost’s groans get whiner and whiner by the second- obviously showing he was about to cum.

Tears slowly started streaking down your face a bit as he soon started thrusting his hips up into your mouth, causing you to gag even more as you felt the tip of his dick continuously hit the back of your throat.

You tried to pull away at one point as his cock continued to stab the back of your throat, but his grip on the back of your head tightened as he kept you in place while he fucked your mouth- soft grunts escaping from his teeth as he clamped them together tightly.

“zo perfect, je vat het zo goed op, schat...” he managed to mutter out through his teeth, his words mixed with his harsh grunting as he got closer and closer- his other hand gripping onto the mattress as the sheets scrunched up in his tattooed knuckles.

All you could do was take it as tears continued to stream down your face, your hands moving up to grip at his tattooed thighs a bit.

Seconds felt like hours as he fucked your mouth, until finally- after one final, harsh thrust upwards- a loud, voice cracking groan escaped the blonde man’s lips as he finally came.

As his white seed filled your mouth, you tried your best to take a much as you can- only finally pulling away with a heavy gasp of air as he softened his grip on the back of your head, causing your face to fall against his warm thigh while you tried to collect yourself a bit.

Joost was a panting mess above you- his blonde, almost white like hair a sleepy mess, his blue eyes a little dazed, his chest rising and falling with every heavy breath as he gulped down a pool of saliva in his mouth.

“Jesus baby.. did so good, ya-” Joost managed to get out through his heavy, yet slightly quiet gasps of air- his Dutch accent showing through his English a bit as he glanced down at you.

The small tears on your cheek, your messy hair, the way you took in quick breaths against his thighs while his hand gently petted the back of your head- trying to calm you down a bit.

“Relax, mijn liefje.. remember to breathe..” he spoke softly, his voice almost smooth like butter as you just slowly nodded your head a bit, continuing to rest it against his thigh as you slowly closed your eyes.

Your breathing slowed down as the scent of sex and cigarettes filled your nose, causing you to slowly open your glazed eyes to look up at joost who had lit up a cigarette while leaning back- just taking a few puffs as he let you lay against his lap.

“Here, open lieverd..” he muttered out, his voice a little mumbled sounding as he tapped the top of your head with his thick finger, motioning for you to pick your head up as you did- taking the cig between your lips as he placed it there.

You took in a few slow, deep drags before handing it back- letting the smoke fall from your mouth with a relaxed sigh, finally managing to collect yourself as you continued to look up at joost who had a smirk on his lips as he placed the cigarette back between his lips.

“Ik hou van je, mijn liefde..” the Dutch man spoke out softly, giving an admiring look with his beautiful blue eyes.

You couldn’t help but grin a little up at him as you stayed between his legs, honestly too tired to move at that moment.

“I love you too Joost.” You mumbled out, your voice soft and cracking a bit which caused him to smirk even more and chuckle a little.

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beach date 🌞

joost klein x reader

warnings: smut

authors note: hello people i hope u enjoyed my last fic, here’s another one!

joost and you were on the beach today, as you both had the day off. the beach you were out was far away from town and you could barely see anyone around, not only because it was hidden, but because it was late evening. you had just gotten out of the sea, both wet and sunburned. he laid down on his towel, asking you to put some sunscreen on.

you got on top of him, spreading sunscreen on his bare back, slowly massaging his shoulders. he groaned at the pressure you applied to his back.

“babe” he moaned.

“yes joost” you replied.

“can I eat you out?” he politely asked.

as soon as you heard this, you felt butterflies on your lower belly. “please” you said.

he quickly got up, kissing you gently and passionately. not wasting any time, he took your top off, exposing your breasts. he started kissing and sucking on the one, and he was rubbing circles on the other. he kept eye contact to make sure you enjoyed it, you moaned at the sight.

kissing all the way down to your thighs, he took your swimsuit off, exposing you to the sunlight of the sunset.

“open up please” he said.

he kissed your inner thigh and your belly. you were so needy for him, so you gently pushed his head where you needed it. he started rubbing circles around your clit with his tongue, and took a lick from your entrance to the top, to spread your wetness. you begged him to go faster.

he was slowly licking your folds, your entrance, your clit. you were about to ask him for more when he burried his face between your legs and started eating you out passionately.

his tongue worked as a vibrator. it moved so fast, sending shivers down your spine. when he saw that you were close, he stopped.

he gently rubbed circles on your clit with his hand, going down your entrance, pushing a finger in carefully not to hurt you. he then gently spit on your clit and started licking you again. you could hear the sounds his tongue and hand made as he was finger fucking you.

he then replaced his finger with his tongue. he started teasing and licking your entrance, slowly getting inside you.

“joost keep going please” you moaned.

he was now playing with your clit with his hand, and gently face fucking you. you felt your release coming close, feeling his warm tongue inside you. you knew you were close, but you also felt like you were going to explode. you had squirted before, not with somebody but by yourself.

“joost I think im squirting” you didn’t know if joost was familiar with it so you decided to warn him. he got so excited about what was about to happen.

“fuck yes babe, cum on my face please” you had never heard joost being so horny, but you were here for it.

“am I doing it right?” he asked. he wanted to make sure everything was perfect for you.

“yes babe just a little faster please” you begged.

he went faster and applied more pressure. he was moaning too.

you felt your climax come as your legs shook. you screamed as you squirted all over his face, and basically everywhere else. as you squirted he was rubbing your clit licking your wetness from your liquids. “fuck” he moaned, while licking you, and also slowly stroking himself with the other hand.

it was your turn to return the favor.