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i don’t give a shit that he’s 6’2 i want him MOANING and WHIMPERING

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I wanna see you but you're not mine

Tags: suggestive, 18+ only, angst, cheating

RPF below, don't interact if you are not comfortable with it.

You are melting into each others mouths, soft breathless moans filling the dark room, his beard scratches your chin, but you don't care, not when he tastes so good, his hands so tight around your waist. You haven't been together that long, but you think you love him. Know he loves you, because he says it into your ear, pressing his body against yours, making you lay down further on the bed.

You can hear the sounds of the party downstairs. The noise of glass breaking and a second later your friend's voice scolding someone making you both laugh separating for a split second before his lips meet your neck. You feel his hands start to bunch up your skirt around your hips, his rough hands caressing your soft skin.

You don't hear the door open.

"Oh shit" a familiar voice startles you. Your boyfriend separates from you, turning his head towards the noise, his hand moving to cover your exposed thigh.

The door is slightly open, warm light spilling into the room. You catch a glimpse of blond hair, as you look from behind your boyfriend's shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt." Joost dramatically covers his eyes with a hand, standing in the doorway. "Promise I didn't see anything."

"Hey. What's up." your boyfriend sits up, adjusting his pants, trying to cover up the evident bulge.

"Chris can't figure out the sound system. He was looking for you. I can tell you are busy-" Joost removes the hand that was covering his eyes, looking at you and your boyfriend.

"No, it's okay. I'll go help." your boyfriend replies. He leans in to place a quick kiss on your lips. "They can't do anything without me." you giggle at his words, wiping your lipstick from his lips, fixing his hair at least a little.

"I'll be downstairs." he says to you and gets up, moving past Joost, patting him on the shoulder.

You turn on a nightstand lamp, the soft light making you squint at the contrast.

"Can I come in?" Joost asks hesitating.

"Sure." You smile at him, as you stand up to check your makeup in the mirror. He comes into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Feels like I haven't seen you in forever." he says leaning against the door.

"Does it?" you look at him through the mirror. "We've seen each other last weekend at dinner."

"Yeah, but I mean just the two of us."

"Oh. I guess it has been awhile." you sit back on the bed rummaging through your purse looking for a lipstick to reapply it. "You are so busy now. Big star." you tease him laughing.

He smiles and sits next to you. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." you say softly, looking up at him. His eyes are filled with so much adoration, but there is also something else underneath. His gaze moving down to your lips, before returning to your eyes. This look would have made your heart race a year ago, but you buried those feelings deep enough.

"He doesn't deserve you." he says suddenly.

"What?" you look at him confused, you must have misheard him.

"I can't stand seeing you with him." he shakes his head.

"Joost, you are drunk." you say with a chuckle, even though you don't find this funny at all.

"I am." he says turning to fully face you now. "But I mean it. It makes my insides twist whenever I see him put his hands around you. Holding you close" he closes his eyes, "when it should be me."

You feel like your blood is boiling, he can't be serious right now. You and Joost have been friends for many years, although his personality and similar interests you share made you develop a crush on him not that long after meeting him. You hid your feelings towards him scared of ruining your friendship, not being sure if he feels the same way towards you. Until one day you spilled it all out to him, and everything changed, at least for you.

"What is wrong with you? Why are you doing this? He doesn't deserve you" you repeat his words. "And you do?" he winces at your words. "Remember what you said after that night?"

That night. The night you twisted your ankle falling off a bike and Joost helped you get to your apartment, his hands holding you so firm yet gentle, brushing away any fallen tears. Cooing at your winces when he was wrapping a bandage around your ankle. When he kissed your knee so softly, it made your breath catch. You ended up drinking wine, watching trash TV shows till the moon shone through your window.

"How is your foot?" he asks when a commercial break starts.

"Still hurts, but I'll live." you say turning to him. "You didn't have to stay with me."

"I wanted to." Joost replies, his hand brushing your hair softly away from your face.

You didn't think about it, you leaned in and kissed him.

"I'm sorry. I-" you pulled away, but before you could finish your sentence, he crashed his lips into yours. His lips felt like everything you imagined and better, you couldn't get enough of him, but scared to be too eager. It makes you moan into his mouth when he takes more initiative, you feel his hand on your cheek, coordinating your moves, deepening the kiss. You have to separate for air far too quick. You look at him, both of you breathing heavily, still processing what just happened.

"I wanted to do this for a while." you confess to him.

"You should have." he kisses you again, pushing you to lay down making sure not to put any pressure on your injured leg. Your mind is racing a hundred miles an hour, this is finally happening, it seems so silly now that you were scared to confess your feelings to him. Your train of thoughts is interrupted when you feel him bite your bottom lip, the feeling making you gasp and open your mouth in surprise. He uses the opportunity to introduce his tongue to yours.

He is kissing you so deep, making you feel like he also wanted you all this time, you wrap your hands around his shoulders pulling him even closer. He smiles into the kiss, making your teeth clash, but you continue making out, not being able to separate from each other. He touches you all over in exploration trying to feel you and at the same time pull more of the delicious sounds from you, which taste so good mixed with your wine stained lips on his mouth.

You fall asleep cuddled up together on the couch, your back to his chest, his big hand splayed on your stomach. Feeling like the happiest person in the world, tracing the tattoo on his knuckles, his steady breath on your neck. You don't remember falling asleep, but you can't wait to wake up and see him again.

You wake up alone. Memories of last night flood in, for a second you can't decide if it was a dream or reality. You yawn stretching, and hear footsteps coming from the kitchen.

"Hi." you beam up when you see Joost come into the room, a steaming cup in his hand.

"Hi." when you don't hear the same excitement in his voice and a weak smile on his face, a chill runs down your spine, not in a good way.

"I made you coffee." he says placing the cup on the table in front of you.

"Thank you." you look at him.

He sits down on the side of the couch you both slept in, his hair still messy.

"About last night." he is avoiding your eyes. "I think we should stay friends"

You look at him, not being able to find what to say right now.

"I'm sorry if I led you on." he finally looks at you.

"No, no. I am sorry. It was a mistake." you say your voice uncharacteristically flat, drinking the coffee, which is too bitter, not the way you like it.

"I knew you would understand." he feels like a rock has lifted off his shoulders, meanwhile you can barely breathe trying not to cry, all the color has drained from the room.

He promised this wouldn't ruin your friendship and it didn't. You continued being friends ignoring what happened, even though it took you months to heal and your girl friends wiping your tears away. It took even longer to build your confidence to be able to open up to someone again. Bitter taste still in your mouth.

"I regret it so much, you don't even know." his words are full of pain.

"You are right. I don't know." you want to hurt him with your words, but you give up, you still love him, but not in the same way. You sigh. "There wasn't anyone looking for him, was there?"

"No, Chris actually needed help. But it wasn't that urgent, he would have figured it out on his own." He moves to sit closer to you, putting his hand on your knee.

"Joost..." you lean away from his touch, avoiding his eyes.

"I like you." he leans to try to catch your eyes again. "I like you and I'm sorry it took me so long to realise."

"No." you turn to look at him, your voice raising. "No, you don't get to do this. You know how hard it has been seeing you with different girls all these years?"

"I was so stupid" he sighs and you sit in silence for a few moments. "I was looking for you in every one of them." he turns to look you, his knuckles brush your cheek softly.

"I was right there, Joost." you close your eyes. "You didn't have to look far." Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, you think of everything you could have had together, how different it all could have been, if only he made an effort to see you.

"I am so sorry, liefje." he leans closer to you, his lips a breath away from yours. You don't lean away from him this time.

"Can I kiss you?" his voice is barely above a whisper.

You nod and he closes the distance between you. His lips are soft on yours, his hand warm on your cheek. You kiss him back and hear a sigh of relief from him. It is not rushed like that night, both of you not sure, but he deepens the kiss, his head spinning at the thought that he finally has you. He is holding your jaw so tender lips moving against yours, he wants more, wants himself all over you, but doesn't want to push his luck, doesn't want to scare you away.

He starts to kiss your neck, holding you close to his chest. He can smell your boyfriend's cologne lingering on your skin, he groans while placing open mouth wet kisses along your skin. Gripping your waist, he makes a move to put you on his lap. You let him. He hates that he waited so long to finally do this, that he was scared and blind towards his feelings, but maybe he has a chance now.

"Joost." you try to catch your breath. "Joost, wait." you push at his shoulders. He stops, looking up at you with his big blue eyes. "We shouldn't be doing this." you move from his lap, his hand trailing from your waist to your thigh. You take both of his hands in yours.

He knows what is coming next, his head falling on your shoulder. You brush his hair on the back of his head softly.

"We are better as friends." you tell him. You hear let out a chuckle into your neck.

You pull him to face you, holding his face on each side, "I would have let you do anything you wanted back then, you know." you whisper. He closes his eyes and puts his forehead against yours, the pain of realising what could have been too much to bear. "But that time is long gone."

"Schat..." he can't find the right words, maybe there aren't any. Maybe vocabulary hasn't progressed to fix whatever this situation is.

"I really do love him." you move to sit further away on the bed. You wish it didn't hurt that much to leave him here, but it's better for the both of you.

You find your boyfriend downstairs on a couch, enthusiastically telling a story to your group of friends. You touch his shoulder and sit down next to him, a smile spreading across his face as soon as he sees you. He places a kiss on your lips "There you are."

"Missed me?" you tease him, your face still close to his.

"Yeah. Always." he kisses you again.

"Get a room you two." your friend groans in a joking manner.

"We tried!" your boyfriend says laughing. You fall back into the conversation again.

"Jesus.. Slow down, dude." someone calls out from the kitchen. You turn around to see Joost drinking a second shot. He slams down the glass, and heads towards the balcony, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter from his back pocket.

"What's up with him?" your boyfriend asks pointing in Joost's direction. You shrug your shoulders.

"I'll go for a smoke too, to check on him." he says. "Wanna join?"

"No, I'm okay." you give him a weak smile and watch him open the balcony door.

After a long while, your boyfriend finally comes back joining you on the couch, smelling like smoke.

"How did it go?" you ask.

"Fine, Joost just kept saying how lucky I am. I should treasure you." he puts an arm around your shoulders, smell of cigarettes enveloping you.

"Well, you should." you laugh, but your heart aches.

It is around 3 am, you feel way too drunk, more than you planned to be today. But time has flown by, you caught up with all your friends at the party, having a drink with each different group, mingling with everyone.

"Should we go home?" you ask your boyfriend.

"Yeah. I am knackered." his head falls dramatically to your shoulder.

As you leave, you see Joost going upstairs, a pretty girl by his side.

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your career should be your second priority. your first priority should be rpf

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cooking up some angst 😗

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Just a random idea I had.

Joost knows you love coloring books as a form of relaxation. So, he draws you stuff for you to color it.

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no panties

warning : suggestive content, mdni!

author's note : it's my first time publishing please be gentle ♡ i hope you'll like it and tell me how i can improve ^

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it was already dark outside when you and joost arrived at the restaurant. in front of you was a small courtyard filled with trees, their branches wrapped in warm twinkling lights that cast a soft golden glow. looking around, you realised that you were the first to arrive, your friends were probably running late.

it was the beginning of autumn, and the coldness of the air made his nose red. he gently offered you his brown jacket, much to your delight. his hands gently caressed your back, the touch starved boy he was made you blush. suddenly his phone vibrated in his jeans pocket, taking it out, the light of the screen's light illuminated his face. a smile to his lips as he read the notification.

"late" he chuckled

you smile back at him, you didn't mind waiting for your friends, but the cold wind reminded you of something else. you wore a black skirt, the one Joost gifted you a week ago, you loved it as much as he did. tonight, you wanted to tease him. so you accidentally forgot to wear your panties.

you wrap your arms around his neck as he gently holds your waist, pulling you closer. you feel his lips brush against yours, the warmth of his hands seeping through your clothes. you leaned closer to his ears and kissed it softly,

"do you want to feel my panties ?" you asked with a non so innocent tone

you knew he was into it, loving to see what panties you wore, what panties you bought with your best friend, and it didn't take you too long into your relationship to notice he got a thing for it.

the courtyard was dark, although the garland lights illuminate the trees, you could see the redness spreading through his cheeks. his right hand slowly went to your hips, travelling down to your thigh. you felt him caressing your smooth skin with his delicate finger, the skin to skin contact spreading a comforting heat through your body. he caressed your thigh for a moment, flashing you the biggest smirk ever, such a tease. you looked into his eyes, waiting for his reaction.

with his left hand, he pulled your body even closer to his so he could feel your boobs crushed to his chest. however, his teasing worked. he made you wet. his finger travelled up, closer and closer to your core. suddenly, you felt his fingers on your folds, and his eyes widened as he held his breath. his mouth slowly parted, not sure of what to do. he bit his cheeks.

"you like them ?" you said with a mischievous smile.

oh, he liked them, maybe way too much. he removed his hands and took a step back. you notice the evident bulge he was trying to adjust the best he could.

he couldn't look at you if he wanted his boner to disappear. the effect you had on him.

"fuck" he cursed under his breath, he shifted position. It was a delight to your eyes, seeing your boyfriend flustered.

"yeah, i like 'em"

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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.

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need him in a way. not telling you which one

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that tiktok trend "making my bf do an interpretive dance to stay the night" is something joost would get wrapped up in doing

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me when writing

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You've got thick thighs and pretty eyes? Prove it (I'm gonna obsess over you when you do)

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Dom!joost × Sub!reader orgasm denial I NEED IT 🙏

Tried my best!

Explicit RPF below +18 only

The show Joost was performing at had scheduling issues, so he had to end his set sooner than usual, not getting to play the last song like he always did. It left him feeling frustrated, even the after party didn't satisfy him. Everything felt off.

He said his goodbyes to everyone and left to the only place he knew would make him feel better - in the arms of his beautiful girlfriend.

As soon as you opened the door, he was on you. He put down his bags down haphazardly, grabbed your face, smashing his lips on yours. You could taste the alcohol he must have had before, but you missed him so much, you don't even care, you melt into his soft lips, taking off his jacket not breaking the kiss.

"Hi" you get to say when he presses you into the wall and moves down to place wet kisses all over your neck. You jump a little, when his cold hands touch the skin on your waist, where your top has ridden up.

"Hi baby" he says in between kisses.

"How was the show?" you move your hands into his hair, tangling your fingers into his blonde strands.

"Can't think about it right now." he presses further into you, you can feel irritation in his voice. "Missed you so much." he leans his forehead to yours.

His hands slide further up your waist, the cold feeling leaving goosebumps on their path along your skin. You were already in bed waiting for him to come back, you didn't expect him so early though, when you heard the doorbell ring. He usually comes all excited after the show, his energy bouncing off the walls still, but this feels different.

He moves your hair off your shoulder, tucking it behind your ear, appreciating how beautiful you look right now. So warm and soft under his hands, your cute pyjamas on, barely covering anything, his gaze lowering from your face, your nipples already hard, it makes him twitch in his pants.

He leans in closer, you can feel his breath right next to your ear. "Wanna fuck?" his hands move from your waist to your ass, grabbing a handfull. "Are you in the mood?" he looks into your eyes, trying to read your expression, if he hasn't gone too far too fast.

"Yes." you reply truthfully to both of his questions.

He smiles, but it is more like a hunter smiling down at his prey. He grabs you by your thighs, lifting you up as he tangles you in another heated kiss, and starts to carry you to the bedroom. He already knows your apartment like the back of his hand, could navigate it blindfolded.

He lets both of you fall on the bed with a thud, your back hitting the mattress, he catches himself on his forearms, on both sides of you. You catch your breath, but only for a second before he dives back in, your lips already red and swollen, just like his, but he can't get enough. He also can't get rid of that feeling of frustration still.

"I am going to eat your pretty pussy now. Get you all wet and ready for me." he says in between kisses. His voice alone makes you moan and arch your back. "But you don't come until I say so, yes? I want to cum with you."

You nod quickly looking at him.

"I need words, schat. Use your words" his voice is sturn.

"Yes. I won't cum until you let me." you agree to his idea. You can't lie it makes you excited and you feel yourself get wet already.

"Good girl." he kisses your lips softly. "Take this off for me." he motions to your top and shorts.

He gets up to get undressed, undoing the belt, taking off his jeans, his hands can't move fast enough to get back to you, he watches you kick off your underwear to somewhere on the floor, leaving you naked on the bed, you lay on the pillows, waiting for him.

"Fuck." he mumbles, while hurrying to unbutton his shirt.

He is finally only in his boxers, as he crawls back in bed, moving your legs apart. He shamelessly admires you, his eyes moving up and down your body. There is a mix of lust and adoration in his eyes. He settles in between your thighs, the place that became so familiar to him.

"Ready?" he asks.

"More than ready." you reply and he chuckles.

You are so wet for him already, he moves his finger through your folds, teasing your clit. Delicious moans leaving your mouth going straight to his dick. His tongue lapping at your clit and sliding through your folds. He hums and sucks on your clit, his nose buried in your pussy, his big hands kneading and squeezing your ass, pulling you closer to his face.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, guiding his head as he buries his face between your thighs.

"Joost, it feels so good" your voice is breathy, your hips lifting to meet his mouth.

He sucks hard on your clit, creating a loud slurping sound that fills the room. His hands tighten on your ass, holding you in place as he eats you out relentlessly. The muscles in your stomach tightened the longer and harder he sucked on you, your head grew fuzzy as the knot in your stomach grew tighter, incoherent babbling falling from your lips with each moment.

"Joost I can't-" your back is arching off the bed, you feel close already.

"No. Don't." his hands tighten on your thighs, spreading you wider. "Just hold on for me a little longer. Be good for me." as he buries his face between your legs, making you whine.

His tongue thrusts deep, his nose rubbing against you. He moans against you, the vibrations pushing you closer to the edge. His hands tighten on your thighs, fingers digging into your soft skin.

"I am so close. Please, Joost." there are tears forming in your eyes. "I need you inside of me."

He lifts his head, watching your glistening pussy flutter around nothing. He is also so hard against his boxers. The interrupted orgasm you were chasing blurs your mind, all you can think about is him.

"I love you." he starts kissing all over your face. "I'm gonna make you feel so good." he says while taking off his boxers.

"Do you want to do this?" he asks for your consent before moving forward.

You nod, "Yes, Joost. Please" you whine lifting your hips to meet his.

The head of his cock sits heavy against your entrance and you feel yourself desperately clenching around nothing, so desperate for release. You can tell something was bothering him before, and you are more than happy to help him get his mind off of it. You know he will tell you all about later. He's pulling you from your train of thought and your body is buzzing in anticipation. The slap of the tip of him against your clit causes your body to jerk which prompts Joost to use his free hand to grip your hip, holding you in place.

He enters you, both of you moaning at the same time into each other's mouths. He moves slowly, allowing you to get used to his length.

Stretched out around him, filled to the max, you look so beautiful like that. Joost fucks through all the wetness you give him, hips building a steady rhythm easily. His mind flashes back to the show, apologising to his audience for someone else's mistake with the scheduling, having to end abruptly. Frustration feels his body again.

You allow yourself to be fucked by Joost, hands gripping the edge of the bed as you desperately clutch anything within reach to keep yourself grounded. He’s fucking you for his own pleasure in a way. He needs to get off, to leave the thoughts of the show behind.

He is hitting so deep into you, rolling his hips just right to bring you as much pleasure. His face is hidden into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily, praising you, telling you how good you feel around him, how perfect you are for him. You feel the familiar feeling spreading on your lower stomach.

"Are you close?" you ask through whimpers, which keep leaving your mouth. "I'm so close. Can I cum please?"

"I am also close. Wait for me. I am almost there" it is getting so hard to hold back your release, there are tears streaming down your face. But it all feels so good, all of your senses are elevated, he seems to be everywhere all at once.

Joost's hips piston into you at a punishing pace, his grip on your hips would leave a mark as he holds your body in place from his thrusts. You struggled to keep your eyes open wanting to watch him come. Joost's loud grunts drowned out your quieter moans, both noises combining as you watched in awe as he chased his orgasm, desire rising within you just watching him use you in the way you used him so many times before.

"Cum. Cum for me" he says, his voice strained. Climax rushing through your body at his words. Your ears start ringing, you have never come so hard before, the wait and denial being worth it.

As you come to your senses, still twitching at the aftermath of your release, you watch in anticipation as Joosts face scrunched up in concentration, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the minute. You want to reach out to touch him but felt too blissed out, instead enjoying the show before you. Joost gives you two more harsh thrusts before quickly pulling out of you causing you to hiss at the suddenness and watch hungrily as his hand pumps himself one final time before he spills all over your stomach and cunt, the sight of him riding out his orgasm burned into your brain.

Joost collapses atop you not caring that his cum was getting all over him. His forehead rests against your upper chest, his panting breaths cooling your heated skin. The two of you lay there in silence for a while, your hand coming up to run through his hair as exhaustion settles into you.

"You okay?" he lifts his head up to look at you.

"Yes." you are still running your fingers through his hair. "Are you?"

"So much better now." he kisses your lips. "Thank you. Let me get you cleaned up."

He cleans you up carefully, laying back on your chest and telling you all about his day, feeling so much now getting it all out.

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giffed this for umm … uhh… errr no particular reason….

no reason at all… hahahah

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Reader never came from just oral. Joost takes on the challenge.

Explicit RPF below

"You know I actually never do this." you motion in between you two. "Having sex a few hours after meeting someone."

You are in bed with a stranger you met at a party. You had a mutual friend, so it did make you let your guard down and feel more at ease with him. Besides the conversation with him went so easy, like you knew each other for ages.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you the entire evening. All of his close friends were at that same party, but he spent the whole time talking to you. Every time he made you smile, it felt like the biggest win. He listened to your every word, drinking in every bit of information you offered, brought you drinks whenever you were thirsty, gave you his jacket when he noticed goosebumps on your skin. The definition of "If he wanted he would".

"Me too." he is on top of you, holding himself on his forearms, his face only a few inches from yours. "We can stop whenever you want."

"No-no, I want this." you say. "Do you?"

"So much." you feel his breath on your lips. "Besides I think my want is pretty obvious." he looks down at his crotch, you follow his gaze to see a bulge in his pants. You want to touch him, he notices your shyness, as he takes your hand and places right over his clothed cock, his jeans getting so uncomfortable.

You move your hand up and down him feeling the length of him. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, moaning, letting you hear it.

He kisses your neck, right under your ear, inhales the scent of your hair, it is all too much for him. He has never felt so entranced by a person. Every thought is spilling out of his mouth into your ear, like he can't control it, he tells you how soft you feel under his hands, how good you smell, how much he wants you. Your back arches while he moves his hands slowly under your top.

He moves further down your body, biting your collarbone, making you gasp.

"Too much?" he asks lifting his head.

"Not enough." you tangle your fingers in his hair pulling him closer.

A smile spreads across his face as he continues to kiss down your chest, hiding his face in the valley of your breasts, still covered by your top. His hand moves from your waist to palm your tit, you hear him exhale into your chest, enjoying the soft feeling under his hands as he continues to squeeze your boob.

You want to feel more of him, you start bunching up his t-shirt on his back, trying to get to the hem and take it off him. He quickly sits up and takes off the t-shirt, you only have a second to catch a glimpse of his hairy chest and a silver cross necklace, before he dives back to you, placing a kiss on your stomach, his hands on your hips, looking up at you, to see if you are okay.

You pull him closer to you for a kiss, before he gets lower. The kiss doesn't last long, when he separates and goes back to moving down your body, but you bring him back into another kiss.

"Am I that good at kissing?" he chuckles. "What's up?" he can sense something is wrong.

"Nothing." you sound unsure, he lifts his eyebrow. "No, it's just it doesn't feel good to me. I can never cum from guys going down on me." you say, looking at your hands, playing with a hem of your top. "There must be something wrong with me. So, don't worry. Let's just skip it."

"What?" he is confused. "It doesn't feel good?"

"I mean, a little, but it never gets me there."

He looks at you trying to process what you said, but then a playful smile starts to spread on his face. "I think those guys just weren't me." his voice cocky, as he leans in closer to you. "Can I please try?" he looks into your eyes, you see a glint in them.

"Joost, it's okay. Really." you place your hands on his shoulders.

"Schat, I feel like I'm going to die if I don't eat you out now." he looks at you with the biggest puppy eyes.

You laugh. "You are so weird." you take a second to look at him. "Okay."

He immediately leans into your neck placing messy open mouthed kisses, earning a surprised moan from you. He kisses your collarbones, his hands sliding under your top, as he looks up at you. "Can I take it off?" you nod and help him get rid off the clothing, leaving you in your bra. "And this?" he says in between kisses down your chest, his hands splayed on your back.

"Yes." you reply. He undoes the clasp of your bra, the straps falling off your shoulders, he throws the bra to the side, revealing you to him. His eyes are trained on your chest, he leans in to place kisses all over your boobs, leaving a few hickeys.

"Joost. Please." you push your chest into his face. He gets the message and wraps his lips around your nipple, playing with it with his tongue, proceeding to suck in, while his other hand grazes the other nipple gently with his nail and proceeds to pull and twist it. You are a whining mess under him already, all of your noises going straight to his dick. But he is determined to take his time with you, get ready for his mouth.

He pulls off your nipple with a pop and looks proud at it swollen and wet. He moves to the other nipple repeating his actions. You feel yourself get more and more wet, lifting your hips into his for friction. He moans against your chest. He likes that you are so needy for him already.

"You are so beautiful." he looks up at you at the same time as you were thinking the exact same thing about him.

He kisses slowly at your stomach, getting close to the waistband of your jeans, as he feels you tense up under him.

"I promise I will make you feel so good." he says sitting up. "Do you trust me?"

"I do" you say the truth.

"Can I take these off?" he places his hands on your hips, ready to take off your jeans.

"Yes." you lift your hips to help him undress you. He lays down on the bed, placing kisses on your inner thighs.

"So soft." he whispers. His kisses get closer and closer to your pussy.

"But please don't get mad when it takes too long." you look at him in between your thighs.

He looks up at you his eyebrows furrowed. "What kind of assholes have you been with?"

"Yeah, I am good at finding those."

"I am going to make you forget all about them." he says and places a kiss over your clothed pussy. He can feel how wet you are already, it almost pulls a moan out of him, but he wants to listen to you, so he stays as quiet as possible.

"Just relax for me, baby." you lay your head back on the pillows, as he takes off your panties and you spread your legs wider for him. He places one of your legs on his shoulder and lays down on the bed completely.

He kisses the soft skin of your inner thigh, slowly getting to your pussy, he kisses your folds, finally licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit. He sucks it into his mouth, pulling a moan from you, it sounds like music to his ears. He focuses on your clit, spreading your folds with two fingers, to get more access.

You were so wet and pent up from how ready he got you before, you have to admit it feels good to have him in between your legs, your back arches, but he keeps a strong hold on your hips. Your heal digging into his back but he likes it, the fact that you are enjoying yourself.

He laps at your cunt, listening to every sound you make, finding out what feels good for you. He moves closer to your hole, fucks you with his tongue, his nose catching on your clit, driving you crazy.

He brings one of his hands to your chest, teasing your nipple, feeling you clench around his tongue. You let out a loud whine and feel him moan into your cunt. You look down at him, his eyes are closed, eyebrows knitted together, so focused on your pleasure. You put your hand over his on your tit, squeezing even harder, that's when you notice his hips moving against the bed, humping it. You can't believe he is getting off on eating you out. His tongue reaches a sensitive part of you and you throw your head back at the feeling growing in your lower stomach.

The sight of him humping the bed, moaning into your pussy, sucking your clit so deliciously, taking his time with you, makes you realise how close to your climax you are getting. This man you just met today is making you feel things your ex boyfriends couldn't even get close to.

He looks up at you, seeing you lost in pleasure, your hand thrown back into the pillows, gripping the sheets, mouth open. He licks two of his fingers, and slowly puts one finger into your pussy, feeling it tighten,

"You are so sensitive, I can't believe no one did this for you before." he says, his lips and chin shiny with your juices, as he sticks another finger in, curling them, to find that spongey spot, that will drive you even closer to the sweet release. He dives back in, licking and sucking your clit.

He curls his fingers just right and with added pressure on your clit, you grip his hair, grinding your hips into his face.

"Joost. Fuck, that's it." you almost scream. "Please don't stop."

Your voice makes him hump the bed even harder, there is a wet spot already from his pre-cum. He brings his hand to your lower stomach, adding pressure softly. You start to see stars, how hard you're are squeezing your eyes shut, the feeling covers your entire body, a hot wave. You grip his hair even tighter, which makes him groan. But he would let you do anything to him in that moment, he is so happy he is making you feel good. Your walls are squeezing his fingers so tight, he can't even imagine how good it will feel when he gets his dick inside of you, worried he won't last long.

"Ohmygodohmygod" you scream, not being able to hold it in anymore. You feel him smile against your cunt, and you release on his fingers, on his mouth. He lets you ride your high, hold you in place with his hand on your lower stomach. He continues to eat you out hungrily, not missing a spot, licks at your folds until you are pushing him away overstimulated.

He stops, leans his head on your thigh, enjoying the view of your rising chest, a shiny layer of sweat covering you.

"So, how was it?" he asks you, he sounds so cocky, proud of himself.

"Insane. That was insane." you are out of breath, your brain feels like a mush.

He leaves one last kiss on your pussy, a whine escaping you, when he pushes himself on top of you again, caging you in, holding himself up on his forearms. There are tears on your face, which he kisses away. Your vision finally comes back to you, you look at him, he looks so good, his hair is messy, cheeks a little red, chin still wet with your slick, his necklace dangling in your face. You hook your finger around it and bring him closer, colliding your lips together. You taste yourself on his tongue, a moan slipping out of you, which makes him push his hips into you. You feel him so hard and heavy.

"Do you want me on top?" you ask him.

"Oh yes." he wraps your hands around his shoulders, snaking one hand around your lower back and easily flips you around. You squeal at his fast action, now he is sitting against the bed frame, with you on top.

You sit back, his dick wet with pre-cum in between you. You move your hand to stroke him, his mouth opens, letting out a soft groan.

"You have such a pretty dick." you stroke him slowly, feeling the velvety skin under your palm. Your other hand moves to his neck, moving towards his broad shoulder, just feeling him. You slide your hand down further onto his chest, his hair a little darker there than on his head. You stop to feel his wild heartbeat, moving even lower to his soft stomach. You think he is the hottest man you've ever seen. He is watching your every move, enjoying your hands on him. The way you look at him, your eyes filled with lust, strokes his ego. He is glad you want him as much as he wants you.

You start to feel him twitch under your hand, but he doesn't rush you like your previous partners would do. You take out a condom from the pack, open the packaging with your teeth and roll the condom onto him slowly. You press your lips against his, his hand on the back of your head, holding your hair. You lean your forehead against his, breathing the same air, you look down, when you start to lift your hips, swiping his dick between your folds. He is thicker than your previous partners, you know the stretch will be there, even after you already came.

You start to lower yourself slowly, both of you letting out a groan, when he first enters you. He is holding your hips, helping you take him in.

"That's it. You are taking me so well." his voice is quiet, eyes fixed between your bodies, watching you lower yourself on him. You feel so good and tight around him even through the rubber.

Soft little gasps leave your mouth, as you start to move on him. You hold him by the shoulders and feel a strong hold of his hands on his hips, setting the slow pace.

You start bouncing faster, painful stretch finally turning into pleasure. You pinch your nipple and he feels you clench around him. He is holding himself from cumming too fast, wants this to last, wants to see you on top of him for a little while longer. He hopes this is not the last time he gets to see you like this.

He moves his hand under your ass helping you set the pace and buries his face into your chest, feeling it move against him, bringing you to him as close as possible. He blindly kisses every bit of skin he can get his mouth on, moaning loudly.

"I am so close." he pushes his hand between you to draw fast circles on your clit.

"Me too." you throw your head back, switching between bouncing and moving your hips in circles.

He starts to thrust up, holding your hips and touching your clit at the same time. He starts to feel your pulse on his dick.

"You feel so good around me." he says in between thrusts. "Fuck. Can I please cum? Are you close?" he says looking up at you.

"I am almost there. Cum. Cum for me." you say and feel him twitch under you, he releases into the condom with a loud groan, loosing the rhythm of his thrusts. He presses you close to him, hits so unbelievably deep, it triggers your climax, you start to feel lightheaded with how strong you cum.

You are both trying to catch your breath, not ready to separate from each other. You scratch his head, still pressed into your chest, while he is moving his hands soothingly on your back.

"That was the best sex I ever had." you admit to him quietly.

He looks up at you. "Same." he brings you into a kiss with a hand on the back of your head. It is slow now, you still feel him inside of you. He tightens his grip on your hair, making you gasp into his mouth, letting him put his tongue in. You are both trying to make this last longer and longer, not sure what happens after.

He pulls back, you start to get up, hissing at the feeling.

He throws away the condom, and lays back, pulling you into his chest. You wrap your hands around him, glad he didn't leave as soon as he was finished. He puts the blanket around you hoping it will also make you stay.

"Can I see tomorrow?" he asks. He wants to get to know you even better, to take you on a proper date, wants to show you his music, introduce you to all his friends.

You look up at him. "I would love that."

"Can you also stay the night with me?" he asks, unsure. "Or, I can walk you home, if you want." his mind starts racing, he wants you to have a choice, but also wants you to stay so bad.

"I can stay." you wrap your hands tighter around him. He lets out a breath he was holding and brings you closer to his chest. You are in his arms, but he already can't wait to see you tomorrow, when he wakes up.

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[yapperblog]

hello🫶 im not sure if you’re taking requests rn or not but if you are then can you maybe write something inspired by yuck by charli xcx? like joost is smitten but reader is being emotionally unavailable or something along those lines? wishing you all the best<3

hii. i am currently working on two other fics, and honestly wouldn't quite know how to write this. im sorry. but i think This one is similar to what you are describing and also This has similar tones.

wishing you all the best as well :) sorry again