#ski aggu x female reader

[joostyklein]

aggu and virgin reader? :3

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

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

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

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

"are you hungry?"

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

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

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

"im okay."

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

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

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

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

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

"do you want to go out for dinner?"

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

"where did this come out of, honey?”

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

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

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

"i have work."

"call in sick."

"i cant, aggu--"

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

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

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

“what about dinner? honey?”

“don’t need to go out anymore.

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

"august--"

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

"yes, baby?"

"i havent gotten this far before.

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

"do you want me t-"

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

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

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

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

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

"you want this, hm?"

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

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

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

"oOh! august, jesus--"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"what about you?"

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

"used the bed, pookie."

"oh, dont fucking call me that.

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

[k0juki]

Pleaseee…please write something with ski aggu…we’re starving vro⛩️

He is so fckng fine ❤️😏

Friends don't do that

Ski Aggu x reader

English is not my first language, so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! Also the picture is not mine! Credit goes to owner! Not edited!

A/n: little midnight surprise 💙

Wc: 1.2k

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Being in the same friend group with a person you absolutely adore and can't take your eyes off, is really, really hard. And it's even worse when that person is your best friend, Aggu. He is simply gorgeous.

Sometimes it was hard to watch him interact with so many women and men. They threw themselves at him, but you couldn't blame them. Who wouldn't do that?

"Are you jealous?" You asked, as the unwanted stranger left after Aggu remarked that you didn't want to grab some drinks with that guy. You were at some lame party and this guy was trying to know you a bit, but he didn't stand a chance. There was Aggu to stop that.

"What? Me? No, never." He muttered and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you more into his side. It was strange to see him like that. To keep you by his side all the time. Keeping you to himself, but you didn't mind at all. You were glad that it was you who he wanted beside him and not some random person.

"Hmm, right. So you wouldn't mind if I'll go get something to drink, right?" You knew you caught him here. Maybe he wasn't jealous, but he still didn't want you to leave him. Without other questions you stood up, but before you could go anywhere, Aggu asked you.

"Where are you going?"

"Just to the toilet, don't worry. I'm not going to that weirdo." You loved to mess with him. To rile him up a little.

"Oh, okay."

As you disappeared from their sights, Joost immediately turned to look at his friend and said.

"Man, you're smitten." Joost remarked, smirking. Seeing how his friend was acting around you.

"What are you talking about?" His red face and ears were a sign that he was lying.

Joost knew that. On the other hand, he hoped that he will make a move and told you as soon as possible. If he won't, there will always be someone who will do that.

"C'mon don't pretend, well, at least not in front of me."

Aggu sighed and rubbed his forehead with his hand, obviously in distress. He knew he couldn't keep something like that a secret. "Is it that obvious?"

"For me? Yes, it is."

"Shit."

"You gotta tell her. She won't be single forever..." Joost urged, and he was right.

"I know, but what if I'm not her type? Or she'll say something like I wanna stay friends, sorry." This sentence really scared him. He would rather be forever friends with you, then destroying something that could be one-sided.

"She won't. She's literally just as smitten as you are." Joost insisted, trying to calm him down.

But before Aggu could say something, you came back with a smile on your pretty face. You sat back down in your seat next to Aggu. He wrapped his arm back around your shoulders, as it was before.

"What were you guys talking about?" You innocently asked and looked at Aggu, then at Joost and then back at Aggu. Feeling him tense a bit, you frowned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry." He answered with a dry laugh and rubbed his hand on your shoulder in resurance.

You gave him a strange look, but didn't ask more. If he wanted to tell you something, then he would. "Okay...but why are you both acting so weird?"

"We're not." They answered at the same time. Aggu sent a warning look to Joost. Telling him to stop it, immediately.

You spent the rest of the evening in Aggu's and Joost's company. But the longer you stayed here, in the center of the party, the more you wanted to go home. It was getting too noisy and you didn't want your head hurt that much the next day.

"Are you okay?" Aggu asked, realizing how quiet you became.

"Yeah, my head just hurts a bit from that loud music."

"Do you wanna go home?"

You just nodded your head yes. Feeling tired all of sudden.

Aggu didn't need to be told twice. You and him said your goodbyes to Joost and left.

You knew he wouldn't leave you alone, so there wasn't even a point in persuading him to stay at the party.

"It was fine. I'm glad I went." You told him, sending a smile his way. He returned the gesture, sending you one right back.

"Yeah, me too."

Normally you didn't mind that awkward silence, but this time it felt different. Like both of you wanted to say something, but neither of you could bring yourself to say it.

"Do you, perhaps, want to sleep over at my place tonight?" Aggu asked and reached his hand for yours.

"Yeah, I would like that." You answered him and took his hand. Many times before you had slept over his place. Because that's what best friends do, right? They are everywhere together. They do everything together.

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"I prepared some clothes for you to change into."

"Thank you Aggu." You took his clothes from him and made your way to the bathroom to shower and then change.

He gave you one of his boxers and white shirt with Bambi on it. It is one of your favourite ones, and he knows that. It was too big for you, but you really didn't mind, it smelled like him. Maybe that's why you liked it that much.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and thought how you actually ended up here. In this situation.

Sighing, you left the bathroom and noticed that Aggu was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at his phone. When he noticed you, he put his phone down. He had to say that he loved to see you in nothing, but his clothes.

"Aggu." You said with a small smile as he kept on staring.

"Aggu." Still nothing, but you could see how his mouth was turning up to a little smile.

"Aggu." You looked down on your feet, feeling hot in the face as he was staring at you.

"I love when you say my name."

You raised your head and made eye contact with him. He was looking right into your eyes.

"You do?"

"I do."

He stood up and made his way towards you. Still holding eye contact, neither of you breaking it. Stepping closer, he carefully put his hands on your hips and said.

"Friends don't look at each other like we do..."

"And we are friends?" You asked, looking into his eyes.

"I'm hoping to be something more..." Aggu admitted. Waiting for your protests, but you didn't say anything.

You put your left hand on the back of his neck, softly running your fingers through the ends of his hair and other hand on his jaw. Leaning closer to him, but keeping safe distance if he didn't want to kiss you back.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked and licket his lips. His focus full on you. "One little kiss won't change our friendship, right?"

"Yeah, you're probably right."

He leaned in and kissed you.

His hands that were on your hips pulled you closer. He pushed you against the cold wall behind you, making goosebumps swarm all over your body. He traced your curves with his hands as he deepened the kiss, nibbling on your lower lip. Your hands gripped the back of his head, as his hands squeezed and teased you, as you moaned into the kiss.

You break apart after a few seconds. A smile on both of your faces as you breathed.

"I love that taste of you." Aggu admitted and dipped his head lower and started kissing your neck. "I love it.”

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Don't copy or translate my work!

[zyonsay]

Parisienne im Mund SKI AGGU

Summary: Shooting the Balla Balla MV!

Reader: Genderneutral

Warnings: Smoking

Now playing: 'Balla Balla' by Ski Aggu

AN: Heya everyone! Finally some Ski Aggu content! I feel like there's such a lack of fics about him, which probably is since he's a german artist who doesnt cater to anyone besides german speakers- At least thats how i imagine it?? Anyways! This was really hard to write cuz in my mind lil bro does NOT speak english, which makes it sooo difficult for me to make him speak english. Idk, maybe im just yapping. Alsooo!! I mostly write male readers but i thought since theres barely any ski aggu fics i‘d give a lil treat to fem aligned people too :)

 Die, die ich date, hat uns Karten für die Oper gekauft Doch ich kann heut nicht, weil ich mich mit meinen Govas besauf' Jemand legt mir eine Peitsche, doch die macht mir nichts aus, Weil ich hab' viele tolle Ranzen wie Scout

A row of dressed up people stood around, waiting for their cue. You were currently doing a favor for your friend from Hamburg, Luca. Recently he made more time for his main passion, filming music videos and social media content. Long story short, his buddy needed a bunch of people for a music video and since you owe him a favor, you gladly came along.

Ja, ich bin ein heißer Atze, ich tanz' bauchfrei im Club Hol' meinen Perso raus, doch nicht, weil ich mich ausweisen muss

The camera panned around the entrance of the club and music filled the room. Just beforehand you were personally introduced to the man in whose music video you’d appear.

“Hey, das ist Y/N. Basically meine rechte Hand.” Luca placed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you slightly into him while smiling widely. “Oh hey, danke fürs kommen!”, you blinked for a second, your german was sadly quite rusty. “Oh umm, sorry but my german is absolute shit.”, you pursed your lips shyly. The young guy in front of you smiled. “No problem! I’m Aggu by the way.” He held his hand out to dap you up. You interlinked your own hand with his. “Nice to meet you, love your music.” A genuine smile spread across your lips, which he immediately mirrored. He was known to wear a ski mask, but right now you were glad to be able to look into his blueish grey eyes. Something was drawing you to him, maybe his sharp features, his messy blond hair or the crooked but sweet smile. “Thanks! I’ve heard so much about you from Luca.” You tilted your head, nudging your friend who was still next to you. “Only good things, right?”

The smoke machines were going ham and the air inside the rented club was getting way too hot. Someone had brought along a bubble gun, so colorful glycerin blobs now bobbed through the air and occasionally landed on a person’s head. “Ok, nächster Take in 3, 2, 1!” Luca began filming and just how the instructions earlier had said, everybody started jumping around and dancing, mimicking the nightlife at a club. Music boomed trough a speaker, helping Aggu keep the pace and time his gestures correctly. The lights flashed, you purposely spilled your drink while dancing, the messier it looked, the better. It all began to feel more and more like a fever dream. Aggu had lit a cigarette and was wildly gesturing at the camera while singing to the lyrics, the melody of which flowed through the crowd.

Ich rapp' darüber, was in meinem Leben passiert, Treff' 'ne Granate im Backi, die meine Nägel lackiert, woah, mh Sie sagt mir: „Komm, wir gehen von hier“ Weil der Backstage Arsch ist wie ich später bei ihr.

Next up was a scene at the backstage, Luca had insisted stubbornly that you should play in that scene. Two seats were smushed into a corner and a few things were thrown around to make it look messy. You propped yourself in one of those seats, facing Aggu. He was rapping about something something nail polish, but all you knew is that you had to whisper in his ear for a take. Carefully, you leant closer to him, your back was turned against the camera. His scent was intoxicating, a light hint of smoke lingered on him. Feeling a bit cheeky, you laid your hand on the front of his shoulder, practically resting yourself against him. A slight flush spread across your cheeks at the proximity, you were thankful that the camera wasn’t filming your face.

Aggu leant over the bar and let out an exhausted huff. “Fertig!”, Luca grinned from one ear to another. The takes you had now were pretty damn good and even though it was fun, everybody was happy to finish the video shooting. “You ok?” You spun around on one of the barstools. “Hm?”, he hummed while tiredly lifting his head from where he was resting it, buried in his arms. “Yeah, just tired. But I’m happy with how it turned out.” You nodded lightly, stopping your endless spinning. “C’mon, I’ll sponsor you a Cig.” Even under the ski goggles you could see his eyes light up.

You placed a cigarette between your lips and then held out your pack of Parisiennes to him. The two of you were sat on the step of some stairs at the back entrance of the club, your legs touching. “You got fire?”, a slightly embarrassed look flashed over your face. Somehow you always forgot to bring your lighter – or you lose it by the time you need it. “Mhm.” Aggu hummed. He had taken the ski goggles off and once again you found yourself glancing at his eyes. He expected you to take the lighter into your own hands, but you just held your cigarette in place and leaned in towards him. A few strands of hair loosened and fell into your face. He couldn’t help his breath hitching at the closeness, he could smell your cologne. It smelled like green tea mixed with a minty undertone, or to put it differently, a breath of fresh air. It took Aggu a second to register your movement, but he then reached his lighter forward, holding the flame to the cigarette between your lips. The orange light illuminated your face and made it glow; he was mesmerized. Your eyes fluttered open and you caught him looking at you, a slight smile spread across your lips.

Ich bin balla-balla Komplett gaga Parisienne im Mund, ich bin ein toller Macker

With a sweet, slightly stupid grin he lit his own cigarette. A light chuckle escaped you, he seemed to fancy you as much as you fancied him. He took a long drag of his cigarette before leaning against your shoulder, the nicotine rush fuzzing up his mind.

Ich bin balla-balla Komplett gaga Ihr Swag 2010, sie trägt einen Rock mit Brakka

[joostsblog]

i loved to be desired sm omg. Could i request a joost x reader where reader is partying with joost and friends. they meet ski aggu and are chilling and they tell ski that they are super into joost but joost isnt into them and they are sad about it. The ski aggu makes it his mission to make joost jealous to get them together and there is a lil angst but reader and joost end up together and making out.

loved writing this request!! i love shy!joost in this, hope you enjoy!!❣️❣️

is this as good as it gets? ~ joost klein one shot

My masterlist here ✨💌

Pairing: Joost Klein x female!reader (also Ski Aggu x reader if you squint ig)

Description: When you almost lose all your hope getting with Joost, Aggu proposes an interesting idea to get the two of you together.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: title and also vibe inspired by as good as it gets by fizz so i highly rec giving that song a listen! again, you can still send in requests 💌

Warnings: consumption of alcohol and cigarettes, not proofread

You should write Mel a thank you note, really. For one because she always lets you crash at her place whenever you visit Berlin (which happens to be very frequently, actually) but also for tagging along to her party nights with her Berlin friends which also include the famous German rapper Ski Aggu and his dutch friend Joost who you couldn't seem to keep your eyes from. Ever since you first met last time you were in Berlin (which was only three weeks ago) you were crushing on the man - hard. And suddenly you were pretending you knew more about music than you actually did just so you could try to hold a conversation with Joost. And you stepped out one time too many to smoke a cigarette with him when you usually smoked maybe two cigarettes within one year. And overthinking whatever you should wear to go out with Mel and all her friends without even knowing if Joost was gonna be there that evening as well.

And when you decided to visit Mel again just three weeks after having been the last time ("Already?"), maybe Joost was a deciding factor as well. You didn't even know if he was gonna be in Berlin around the same time as well but you were in luck when you and Mel walked into the bar and you could see Joost's figure sitting beside Aggu. You tried to play it cool as you greeted everyone and finally got to Joost.

"So nice to see you again," you said earnestly as you both hugged.

"Likewise," Joost said and gently rubbed your back. You hoped that he wasn't just being polite and actually remembered you.

You were also in luck when there was a free spot beside Joost which you could take as you tried to casually open a conversation with him, talking about whatever the two of you had been up to in the last few weeks. You talked about his hometown, your hometown, why you were visiting Berlin so often and how you were thinking of moving here. You could tell that Joost was taking interest in the conversation and by extension you, but it wasn't enough for you. You knew that you wanted Joost in other ways and you wondered how and if you could persuade him of you.

"I'm getting a new drink," you announced. "Does anybody want anything?" you asked and hoped Joost would say something or offer to come with you to the bar.

"Actually, I'll go with you," Ski Aggu offered instead.

"Alright," you smiled and you two headed off to the bar.

The bar was incredibly crowded and you could already tell that you would have to wait a while until the bartender would get around to take your orders. You leaned against the counter.

"So, does Joost visit here often?" you asked and immediately regretted it as it came out way too obsessively as you had intended to. Aggu laughed.

"Why do you want to know?" he asked amused.

"I don't know, just because I don't live here as well," you tried to casually explain.

"Yeah, well, he's working on new music currently, so he comes here a lot," Aggu said and paused as he seemed to contemplate for a moment. "Joost is cute, right?" he tested you. Blood rushed to your head.

"I suppose," you shrugged nonchalantly.

"Nah, come on, he's very cute, we can agree on that," Aggu pushed jokingly.

"I imagine most girls would agree," you said.

"Maybe, but I'm talking about you," Aggu said and poked your shoulder as he said the last word. "Do you think he's cute?" he asked again. "Or sexy or dreamy or whatever?"

"Yeah, I think Joost is very cute," you blushed. "Is it obvious?" you asked.

"Well, I think Mel mentioned how you're not a smoker when we first met and suddenly Joost is here and all of a sudden you're out with him for a smoke every hour or so," he teased and you hid your face behind your hands in embarrassment.

"Oh god," you groaned.

"Nah, come on, it doesn't matter," Aggu said. "Nothing to be embarrassed about," he insisted and removed your hands from in front of your face.

"Yeah, but Joost definitely doesn't like me," you explained with a saddened expression on your face. Aggu raised an eyebrow.

"How do you know that?" he inquired.

"I don't know, I just feel like he's deliberately treating me like a friend, you know, in a very platonic way only," you tried to explain. "Like he's very persistent about me just being a friend - if that," you said. Aggu looked sceptical.

"Listen, I don't know if Joost likes you back but I do know that he's a little awkward about flirting and expressing his feelings and whatever," he said. "He might need a little help to push him along," Aggu said with a knowing smile. You looked at him with a confused expression on your face. "You can say no to this if you want, but I have an idea for us," Aggu said and you nodded, indicating for him to keep going. "What if we both do a little thing to make Joost jealous?" Aggu proposed and your heart started racing.

"What do you mean?" you asked.

"Let's just try for tonight to spend a lot of time together, laughing a lot, sitting very close to each other, touching, flirting and just rubbing it in Joost's face that you're having a great time with me?" Aggu explained. "In fact, I saw Joost looking over at us standing here a few times already," Aggu pointed out and you looked over to the table where all your friends were sitting and as your gaze crossed Joost's eyes he immediately averted the gaze and looked in another direction. "We've got nothing to lose, either way the outcome, we'll just have a fun evening together," Aggu concluded.

You contemplated Aggu's idea for a second before you decided that he was right - you had nothing to lose. Aggu obviously was a nice and handsome guy so you wouldn't mind having a fun evening with him as well.

"Alright, it's a deal," you said with a smile and extended your hand before Aggu took it for a handshake.

"Alright, let's start with me buying you a drink," Aggu grinned and moved to stand closer to you. You casually rested your hand on Aggus bicep as you kept talking until the bartender finally took both of your orders.

"Is this okay?" Aggu asked as his arm wrapped around your waist to hold you.

"Yes," you said and you wondered whether Joost could see you right now, what he would feel at the sight of you two being so close to one another. "Thanks for the drink," you said and cheered your cup to Aggu's after you got your drinks.

"Scoot over," Aggu directed Joost as you got back to your table. You could read a confused expression on Joost's face for just a second before he darted his eyes back and forth between you and Aggu quickly. As Joost moved over from his spot Aggu could now sit beside him and you could take your seat beside Aggu.

As you were talking with Aggu you made an effort to seem careless and laugh at every joke he made, softly grazing his arm if the chance occurred or bite your lips as you watched his face. It took everything in you to look to the left of Aggu to check on Joost. You were so desperate to see whether he was fazed by your spiel. But you knew you needed to ignore him for the time being. Aggu took the biggest leap so far when he casually wrapped his arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to him as you giggled.

"Alright, I'm going for a smoke," Joost announced almost immediately after. Aggu's arm dropped from your shoulder as you both had to move over to let Joost out of the booth. After Joost got out he stood there for a moment looking down at you with a blank expression. Did he wait for you to join him for a cigarette as you always had in the past? Surely not, you thought before Joost turned around to get outside alone.

~

Joost leaned against the wall outside as his cigarette was slowly nearing its end. Usually, you would be leaning against the wall beside him as well and he would intently listen to whatever story you were telling him, always grateful that you were so good at making conversation. If it weren't for that fact you might as well would have never talked to each other. And although Joost tended to be a little quieter around you, he was hanging onto every word you said. The truth is, Joost was a little shy around you because you mattered to him. Because he liked you, he was way too afraid to mess something up. So he stood back instead.

But now he was cursing himself for doing so. Because apparently now you had enough of him and instead you were attached at the hip with Aggu. And the situation was made worse by the fact that Aggu was Joost's friend. He was annoyed at Aggu for snatching you away from him but he knew he shouldn't feel angry and instead be happy for his friend.

Joost flicked his cigarette to the ground and stumped it out before he decided to get back inside. As he looked over to the table where you and your friends sat he caught your gaze. You were sitting on Aggu's lap, your arm wrapped around his shoulders. Joost stood still, the sight really making him not want to sit back down beside you. Aggu leaned into you and whispered something into your ear as you were still looking over at Joost who couldn't hide the sad expression on his face.

Joost felt uncomfortable and looked down at his phone before he decided to step out again instead of sitting back down at the table. Time for another cigarette or just maybe go back home already. As Joost lit the cigarette in his hand, the door to the bar opened again and you stepped out into the cold.

"Hey," you said softly.

"Hey," Joost replied with a nod. "Want one?" he asked and held out his hand with his pack of cigarettes. Your arms were crossed in front of your body because of the temperature. You looked down at his offer before you declined.

"You know I usually don't smoke," you admitted.

"Really?" Joost asked with a raise of an eyebrow. "That's news to me," Joost said although it really shouldn't come as a surprise to him as he noticed that you never carried your own pack of cigarettes.  

"I know," you laughed. "Are you having a good evening?" you asked.

"Not really," Joost admitted honestly.

"How come?" you asked and Joost didn't answer. Instead, he just shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. You could feel an aura of sadness radiating from him and you suddenly felt really bad for the spiel you and Aggu had been doing tonight. Although you still didn't know how Joost felt about you, you wondered if you had somehow contributed to his bad mood tonight.

"How long are you staying in Berlin for?" Joost asked after he released a puff of smoke.

"Another two days," you said. "You?" you asked in return.

"'M leaving next week," Joost said. "You should come back soon," Joost tried nonchalantly, giving you a sign that he cared about you in some way.

"You think?" you said with a smile.

"Yeah, you're fun to have around," Joost said.

"Well, I'm sorry if I haven't been around you tonight a lot," you said earnestly.

"It's fine," Joost said. If he had the confidence of Aggu, Joost would only have to take one step forward to engulf you in a kiss. "Can't blame Aggu," he said and immediately realised the implication of his words. He looked up at you again and saw a smirk on your face.

"You know me and Aggu aren't actually-," you tried to explain. "We're just friends," you said and Joost could feel a blush creeping on his face.

"Oh?" Joost said.

"Yeah, I'm interested in someone else actually," you said.

"Oh," Joost stated.

"If only he would notice already," you said and looked Joost deeply in the eyes.

"Maybe he's too shy," Joost offered.

"He doesn't have to be," you said and stepped towards Joost. You reached out for his hand and took the cigarette before you put it to your mouth to take a drag. As you let it fall to the floor Joost slowly and carefully reached out his arm to your hip without actually laying his hand on there. You stepped just a little closer until his hand touched your hip and you were standing so close you had to look up to him. "He could just kiss me," you said and it wasn't long before Joost leaned down, his hand finding the back of your neck, and his lips attached to yours.

You approvingly hummed into the kiss. Joost's lips tasted of beer and smoke but it was a divine taste to you as your lips started moving against each other in sync. You rested your hands on Joost's chest where you could feel his calm breathing. Joost's hands tangled in your hair as your lips parted to taste each other on your tongue. Your head was spinning, heart racing as you finally got what you had been looking for since the night you first met Joost.

As you pulled back from the kiss Joost cupped your face and looked down at you with a sheepish grin on his face.

"We should've done this way sooner," he stated.

"That's what I've been saying!" you laughed before you leaned back in for another kiss.

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

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

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

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

“aggu—holy, fucking moly…”

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

“yes? das ist nicht heilig, liebe”.

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

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

chaos.

[joostyklein]

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

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

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

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

“come on, pet”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“mhm? eat up, then.”

[joostyklein]

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

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

cw; rpf, you searched for this! breeding kink, mating press, p in v, unprotected sex, spitting + mild slapping, nasty sex, written in mind of relationship beforehand, porn w/plot, minors dni!

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

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

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

“what is it, aggu? bedroom?”

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

“ja, liebling. very worked up.”

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

“oh-oh-fuck, august!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[joostyklein]

hearing ski aggu say up the ra as an irish feels like an orgasm..

[joostyklein]

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

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

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

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

“august?”

a second of silence before he glanced down at your, brows furrowing together in curiosity at your tone.

“ja, mein schatz?”

“i have a question.”

you pushed yourself up with your shoulders, sitting up normally now beside him; his large hand moving to engulf your thigh comfortingly, thumb rubbing along the inside, waiting.

“do you have any masks? like.. a balaclava?”

it wasn’t a strange question, he’s been askedweirder. the german just nodded, looking back at the television as you sighed gently; head falling limply against his shoulder.

a few days later, and man’s head was nestled between your clothes cunt and your plushy thighs, tongue licking a long line up the middle of your cunt, your brows knitting at the tingly sensation. fingers clasping around the blonde locks.

“aggu, can you wear the mask?”

he paused, chuckling against your covered arousal, sitting up for a minute before leaning over to his dresser, rifling through the accessories before lifting a black mask, sliding it over his head.

“you’re very demanding, liebling.”

tugging your panties down, his boxers followed suit as his throbbing cock ached in the breeze of air, precum spilling from his reddened cock.

god, he looked fucking hot in that mask; his eyes narrowing as he looked down at you.

the mask ghosted over your cheek, his cock traced along your arousal—before slowly pushing himself inside your entrance, your lips pursing in pleasure while your nose scrunched, sighing shakily until his whole cock was pushed deep inside your cunt.

“oh, you’re tight, aren’t you?”

“mmhhhh..aggu, bitte.”

chuckling into the valley of your breasts, he slowly moved his hips forward and back in a languid motion, middle and index finger rubbing slow circles on your needy clit—hips shifting upwards into the feeling.

the man kept his rhythm steady, before his pace picked up—sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, muffled groans leaving his lips beneath the mask, slapping your thigh.

“oh, gosh—ohmygosh, august—i’m so close.”

all you could do was whimper and cry into the air as your teeth dug into your lower-lip, hand reaching up to cup the fabric of the mask lovingly, thumb fading over his cheek.

that familiar heat built in your lower stomach as he lifted his mask to spit on your slick pussy, rubbing your pearl quickly as you clenched around him with a quietened squeal, his hand covering your mouth as he slammed into you, eyes pressing shut with a low groan.

a few lazy hammers after, he pulled out and fucked his fist above your tummy, til’ white strings of cum were spilling along your abdomen.

“i think i like this.”

the german said, referring to the mask as he slid it over his sweaty face and chucked it to the floor, kissing your collarbone.

“so do i.”

was all you could whisper, scratching his head.

[joostyklein]

if i wrote joost x ski would yall fw..or ski x joost x rdr..

[joostyklein]

versace is my bloodtype , ey you can test that!

—(´･ᴗ･ ` ) hello, i’m jordi. a fenian who likes to write. i’m a catholic, metal bassist and fluent in irish & english ✧˚ · .

🎬♟️❕ ;; coming soon, boundaries, masterlist, more info, how to block rpf.

i do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform, screenshot or bash my content. i have eyes and ears everywhere!

© - joostyklein

[joostyklein]

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

[joostyklein]

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

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

[joostyklein]

will be getting around to asks when i’m off my break! currently doing some for when im back.

thank you for ur patience 🤍

[joostyklein]

dying as ski aggu in roblox is so humbling

[joostyklein]

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

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

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

“joost, fuckin’good..”

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

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

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

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

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

“hou van je, schat.”

“mhhmm..wanna get a takeout?”