tags: f! reader, non-famous! reader, established relationship, joostieâs finally on a break from tour and theyâre really making the most of it, we should all aspire to love and to be loved like them, just pure nauseating fluff, all characters are dutch and speak in dutch but dialogue is written in english for obvious reasons.
warnings: rpf.
word count: 1,134.
notes: this is merely the equivalent of posting one of your drafts on tiktok purely just for the sake of it. iâm still very painfully stuck in this hole of not writing, but i really wanted to get something out and posted for you lot, so pretty please enjoy this incredibly brief drabble that i once wrote for @minuutvanverval <3
you donât mind the quiet so much anymore.
it used to leave your head spinning; bits and pieces, different fragments, old, faint bad memories all seeping in through the cracks because there were no more distractions left behind to stop them. sometimes even the thought of it, being left alone to rot in silence so loud that youâd hear nothing but the ringing in your ears, it used to make your skin crawl. made it easier to chase after the noise that you so deeply craved for years upon years of your life, actually.Â
thatâs what made it all so easy with joost. with him it was always just go go go â never stopping, never slowing down, hardly even sleeping half of the time. and for months at the start, heâd been so kind about it, reminding you almost daily that if it ever got too much for you, if you ever needed a break from it all or even just from him, then heâd understand. a different country every other day, always scheming over something, it would be a lot for anyone.
just not for you, though. you love the chaos of his everyday life, don't you? seeing the world, the creation of his art and how it breathes; simply just being a part of it even if itâs only ever from the sidelines. you live for it almost as much as you live for him, because itâs always about him, for you, isn't it?
not even a full month in, you knew that you were in love with him â that you would follow joost anywhere, at any time if he asked you to. how lucky was it for you that he actually did, because really, heâs always loved you just as much as youâve loved him â maybe even a little more, somehow. to this day, he still tries to brag about being the first one of you to say it, the three dreaded little words that youâre never supposed to confess after such little time, just because it still annoys you that he got there first.
all those friends of his that had adopted you as one of their own, they call you his âpartner in crimeâ, donât they? and those of them that hadnât believed in soulmates before definitely believed in them now, because of you. even after so many years together, glued to your laptops and working from inside countless different hotel rooms, or passed out and squished in the bunks of a tour bus, youâre both still so helplessly obsessed with each other.
and that was what made the quiet all themore tolerable for you now.
because as you sit here, curled up on such an uncomfortable plastic garden chair, on a hotel balcony somewhere in spain, you know that you wouldnât want to be anywhere else. the warm, early evening air gently blows past you, making you grip onto the pages of your paperback book all that much harder. it pulls the odd strand of your hair loose from the bun that sits on the very top of your head; the sun-bleached strands still a little damp from your swim together an hour or two earlier. surprisingly, despite how humid it actually was, it makes you shiver.Â
âcold?â Â joost murmurs from an old, horrible, squeaking chair of his own; his soft eyes already dancing over the goosebumps that pricks at your skin.
âiâll warm up in a minute.â
you just donât want to move, do you? you donât want him to suggest moving inside, or to disappear inside himself just to grab you a hoodie â you donât want anything to change at all, not even for a moment. because this is unbridled bliss, no matter how cold you suddenly are. you want to stay out here with this book of yours in your hands, the sound of calm, ocean waves still within earshot, and the smell of joostâs cigarette heavy inside your nose.
as you have been quietly reading, heâs been smoking yet another one of his duty-frees and doodling on his ipad. the only real noise was your phone rotating through your liked songs on spotify, as it lays almost forgotten about on the equally, and partially stained table.Â
and i love her â kurt cobain.
âno you wonât; come here.â
but much to your dismay, joost still starts to shift. he kicks his legs up and off the balcony railing, and swivels carefully in his seat, putting down his ipad as he does so. with wide, spread legs and a now empty lap, he pats his thighs and beckons you over as though this is the only possible solution to your problem. when you donât move at first, still with the idea in your head that he was about to get up and walk away, joost pouts and makes grabby hands at you until he canât contain his laughter anymore.
âcmon, youâre making me look needy now. come sit on me.â
you snort quietly underneath your breath as you stand, leaving your book to lie forgotten about too, next to your phone. âwhat? out here?â
âshut up, not like that.â
he hadnât needed to ask you a third time. just as you had in your chair, you quickly get comfortable and curl up in his arms, feeling the steady beating of his heart beside your ear as you rest your head against his chest. those long, inked arms of his wrap around your waist and pull you impossibly closer, tucking you up neatly underneath his chin.
he takes a minute just to breathe you in, and nestles his cheek against your hair; he shifts again just to kiss the top of your head. âbetter?â
âmuch better.â
âhungry yet?â
âno.â Â â a little white lie.
your own stomach betrays you and rumbles, because neither of you have eaten since lunch. the small sound of it makes him laugh and you wiggle yourself even deeper into his hold, somehow, desperately trying to weigh him down. you know that itâs pointless because he could still pick you up, throw you over his shoulder, move you as though you weigh nothing to him. youâre just trying to make a point.
âmove and iâll cry.â
you really do love the quiet now. you treasure it, actually. you have to, considering how fleeting it always is.Â
âokay, okay, weâll stay here. itâs okay.â you feel him sigh against you, and miss the sight of his eyes fluttering shut just as yours already have. âthink i might fall asleep if we do, though.â
he really loves this quiet, too.
âfive more minutes?â
the words come out all slurred in a way that you just canât help, sleepy â youâre not really asking for five more minutes, are you? and you know that he knows that.
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Need a guy to show me the difference in our physical strength. Hold me down with one hand as you fuck me. Flip me over without hesitation. Bend my body however you want. Manhandle me. Use me like a fleshlight. Show me I'm just a toy to you.
need to be woken up by you cuddle fucking me, both of us on our sides as you grip my hips firmly and pound deep into me over n over till iâm so fucked out and dumb i just go back to sleep, you just push me over and fuck me rougher and harder, drilling my sleeping body into the mattress
I really want to be forced down on my tummy pinned under their body weight and fucked relentlessly for a long long long long time and also I want there to be a puddle of drool and tears on the sheets when theyâre done with me
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the idea of trying to crawl away during sex for whatever reason, maybe to grab something, maybe your phone rang, something fell on the other side of the room, idk, and you get yoinked by the waist is so fkfnfmfkfkf to me always
his dick is heavy in his hand, flushed and leaking, the head slick as he runs it slowly through the slippery mess between your thighs. your folds are swollen, twitching with every brush of his tip.
his voice is rough when he whispers, âgonna ease it in, baby⊠sâgonna feel big. you tell me if itâs too much, alright?â
but youâre already nodding, legs spread wide, cunt stretched open and aching for him. the first inch pushes past your entrance and your body clenches around him immediately, sucking him in with a wet, squelching noise that makes his whole body jolt.
âohâoh, sweetheartâŠâ
his dick is so fat it forces your walls to stretch around him, snug and slippery and tight, and heâs biting his lip hard to keep himself from rutting deeper too fast. the airâs full of heat and moans, your gasps high and breathy while his are low, cracked, almost desperate.
heâs panting into your neck, trembling from restraint as he feeds you more. your pussy gives a sticky noise each time his hips nudge forward, and you can feel the drag of every vein along your inner walls, your muscles fluttering like youâre trying to spit him out but pull him deeper at the same time.
by the time heâs halfway in, your nails are digging into his back and your thighs are starting to shake. thereâs a thick pressure deep in your belly, like your bodyâs being filled too full, and when you glance down, you can see the faint outline of him under your skin, stretching you out from the inside.
âjust a lilâ more,â he groans, voice cracked. âyouâre taking itâso good, baby, so soft down there, youâre squeezing me real tightâŠâ
you whimper as he finally bottoms out, dick buried to the base, the thick root of it pressed firm against your overstretched entrance. he doesnât move, breathing hard against your cheek, both of you dizzy from how deep he is.
your cunt pulses around him, dripping mess down onto the hairy base of his cock.
his hand finds your lower belly, palm spreading over that swollen spot where his dick bulges inside you.
âlook at that,â he murmurs, in awe. âmy sweet girlâs stuffed so full.â
he doesnât even need to move. just the feeling of being buried inside you for the first time, the sight of your pussy stretched wide around him, your gasping mouth, your fluttering lashes, your slick dripping onto his thighsâitâs all too much.
he grinds in onceâjust to feel the way you trembleâand you both moan at the same time, breath tangled, filthy and flushed and soaking the bed.
and when he finally pulls back to push in again slow and deep, your whole body arches.
âthere you go,â he groans, voice ruined. âthatâs it, baby. open up fâme.â
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i promise ill get into the requests i've gotten, this particular scenario has just been sitting in the back of my mind for a bit!
joost has been on tour for a couple of weeks.
with coachella and all of his sold out shows, you couldn't be any more proud of him, of how successful he is, only getting bigger.
with that, you missed him. everything about him.
his absence was very much felt.
no hands randomly wrapping around your waist from behind, no hand holding your throat, no fingers in your mouth except for your own.
you had touched yourself to the thought of him, of course. sent him videos and images of it, too. always a teasing reply back, telling you how much he misses you, thinks about you, is dying to finally have you. but never actual time to send one back, or to even hear his voice.
this night was different.
it was pretty late, about 2 in the morning. you were trying to sleep, the lack of his strong arms around you made it difficult every night.
just when you felt yourself drift off to sleep, your phone rang, causing to you let out a short groan before grabbing your phone from your dresser.
it was joost.
you picked up, hearing slightly labored breathing over the phone before he spoke.
"hey, liefde," his voice sounded a little restless, needy. drunk, too. "did i wake you?"
hearing his voice made you smile lazily.
"no," you almost croaked, clearing your throat now, hearing him chuckle over the phone. "was just going to bed.. how are you?"
it took him a minute to respond.
"i'm okay," he replied, followed up by a gulp. though he confirmed he's alright, his voice told you a different story. "tour's been crazy." a pause, a shaky breath. "ik mis je, doll."
a concern crept to your mind. "i miss you, josie. are you sure you're okay?"
a moan. "ja, sure.. blijf gewoon praten... alsjeblieft.."
oh.
that in itself brought a blush to your cheeks. your thighs carefully shuffled together as you heard his breathing pick up, the way he bit back his moans, almost like he was being weary of being heard.
"so you're--" "i miss your pussy, lieverd," he interrupted, his voice strained, aching. "ik mis.. de manier waarop je je voelde.." stuttering now. gosh..
it didn't take a while for you to feel a warm sensation in your abdomen, feeling as you grew slicker with each soft moan of his.
"i miss you, joost.." you purred, your hand making way between your thighs, slipping past your shorts to give your needy cunt some attention.
you rubbed your clit with ease, letting out your own string of soft whines, letting him listen, letting him hear as you touched yourself for him.
"you touching yourself..?" he murmured, letting out a deep groan. "yes.. my fingers feel so good.." impatiently picking up your pace, your legs spreading as your cunt gushed with more hotness.
"not as good as mine.. ja..?" he teased with a breathy chuckle. still had the nerve to tease, even when he was a breathless, shaky mess for your entertainment.
"'course not.. they're not as big as yours.." he moaned with your words. you wondered how close he was, if he had called you because he needed to hear you in order to cum.
"i'd fuck you so good if i were there.." he sounded so beautiful, each word in that sultry tone sounding like a promise. "ik zou je gaten zo goed gebruiken.. i know you would love it, too.. zou je niet?"
"yes.." you whined in response. hearing a cocky hum escape his lips with that, aware of the effect he had on you, even while he wasn't there. "how are you touching yourself, schoonheid..?"
oh, god.
"just rubbing.. my clit.. why..?" you could hear his breathing growing less erratic, now steady, yet still slightly shaky. "wil dat je jezelf vingert, doll. can you do that for me?" he was guiding you now. suits him.
you did just that, obeying him with no question, slipping a finger past your leaking hole, letting out a small cry as you carefully began pumping it in and out of you.
"mmh.. good girl. how's that?" he cooed. his tone authoritative, couldn't believe that he was a whining mess just a few moments ago. you couldn't bring yourself to respond, but your moans spoke for themselves.
"niet genoeg, isn't it, hoer?" you couldn't help but enjoy hearing that name fly past his lips with such ease, like nothing. calling you a whore like it was your name.
your eyelids fluttered, and you struggled to catch your breath. just one finger had this bit of an impact on your body, how touch deprived you've been.
he moaned when he heard you. he couldn't hold back his honesty, that he needed you, too. just as bad.
"yeah.. louder.." he murmured. "louder, baby, louder voor mij.." his tone was almost encouraging, you could hear he was starving.
"add another finger, doll," he was still stroking himself, deliberately. his member throbbing in his hand as he ached to cum, ached for release. but he couldn't. not now, not yet. he wanted to cum with you.
"be a good girl for josie, bunny." almost dripping condensation as he talked you through it, listening as you fell apart and loving every second.
how could you not be eager, desperate, pathetic for him when he used his voice like a weapon? if he asked you'd drop to your knees right now.
you added another shaky finger, taking just a bit to adjust to the stretch, the same way you would with joost's fingers. so big, thick, marked with ink forever, always looked so nice covered in your slick or exploring your body..
"joost.. i need you, joost.." you couldn't stop moaning his name. it was always so nice to say, to whine, to mewl, to beg. "how bad do you need me?"
"bad.. really fucking bad.. aah..!" it had been so long since you came to him talking you through it.
feeling that familiar knot tightening in your abdomen, clenching around your own fingers as you heard him chuckle, cursing under his breath while he picked up his pace.
"you gonna cum, baby..?" his tone was shaky yet again, unable to contain his excitement to finally cum with you once more. "mhmm.. wish you were here.. s-so i could cum on your cock.. fuck..!"
"Ik zou je zo goed fokken, you filthy whore," he almost uttered. "ik wed dat je strakke kut druipt right now, isn't it?" you picked up your pace and so did he.
you gradually reached ecstasy. whimpering his name, cried out for him, whined breathlessly for your pretty boy. letting the cries just spill from your lips for his ears only.
he loved the show, couldn't ever get enough of you. addicted to wearing you out completely. he would do it for hours if he could.
with that, his head leaned back, chest rising and falling with deep breaths while his cock twitched one final time, letting his load spill all over his tummy, making way to his chest. it's been a while for him, too.
you both were so far, yet so connected. laying together in bliss while on two separate points in the world.
"i came so good.." you shuddered, carefully slipping your fingers out of your leaking cunt.
"ja.. me too.." he panted with a short laugh, his voice still sounded so good. all breathy and weak.. god.
"love you.." you mumbled. "ik hou ook van je, sweetness.." you could hear the same urgency in his voice, the one you'd hear every night while you were beneath him.
if im allowed to ask for 2, could i requestđ§+âïžtogether :3 ?
hes too perfect all over it makes it so hard to choose but i gotta stay true to myself bc ik damn well id sell an organ if it meant 5 min w joosts tummy to myselfđ€€all those curvesmmmmm
Hehe thank you, mootieee <3 Ofc u can ask for two! And youâre so real, heâs so fucking delicious, I need to take a bite đ”âđ« This was supposed to be less than 2k words btw, then for some reason it became 3.9k đ Idk how I managed to go from dancey Joostie to reader being kind of a nerd about Ancient History to smut, but I hope you enjoyyyy! (Title from a Björk song :P)
Btw!! I suggest u guys listen to âKisses Of Fireâ by ABBA (if u havenât) to get the vibe of one of the scenes, but you donât need to.
VENUS AS A BOY
Joost x gn!reader (set on the day of Ruisrock 2025)
Description: You find Joost dancing. One thing leads to another and you both end up in bed, laughing and⊠doing other things.
Warnings: Smut (+18 âŒïž) handjob, blowjob/deepthroat, cum on stomach, cum licking, tummy and waist/hips worship, praise kink, hickies, song fic, use of âheroâ and âknightâ to refer to reader once tho!!
Word count: 3.9k
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A gentle breeze hit your face as you walked through the city. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was definitely surprising to feel in the beginning of July. You had hoped for a summer day, the kind that makes your clothes stick to your body with sweat and your eyes squint from the sunlight. But instead, the temperature was just... nice. The sun was up in the sky, but the wind kept you from feeling your skin melt. You just had to avoid the shadows of the big buildings, or else you'd freeze with no natural warmth to balance with the slight breeze. Especially when your hands were already turning into two big ice cubes. The cans of Monster you were holding were quickly transmitting their coldness onto your fingers, while your digits did the opposite, making the energy drink not so refreshing. Still, you hoped your boyfriend would appreciate it. You knew he would. He always appreciated your love gestures. It was so easy to put a smile on that man's face. A simple drink from the small grocery shop located a few minutes away from the hotel and he was all yours. In fact, just the thought of you going downstairs to get him a Monster had been enough to make him grin like an excited little kid. Of course he told you that you didn't have to; that if the hotel mini fridge didn't have Monster, he could just drink a different thing. But you wanted to. You wanted to treat him like a princess. A princess who waits in her castle as her knight in shining armor absents himself to go get her any thing she desires. And that was exactly what her knight was doing. Leaving the comfort of their hotel room only to fulfill the beautiful princess' wishes. A princess who was probably drinking beer in bed at that exact moment.
You finally got to the hotel, entering the building and leaving the Finnish wind gently blowing outside. The warmth of the lobby immediately hugged you, involving you in a tighter embrace as you made your way to where the rooms were. The faint sound of music could be heard, becoming a bit louder - but never losing its softness - as you walked down the corridor. It sounded muffled, what lead you to believe it wasn't the hotel's new addition to the atmosphere. It seemed rather like it came from behind one of the doors. Each step made you closer to the mysterious source of the music, finally allowing you to make out which song was playing. You could recognize one of your boyfriend's dearest bands anywhere. The melody of 'Super Trouper' by ABBA became unmistakable once you stood by a certain door. Of course the music came from your room. You smiled to yourself and inserted the hotel card into the door reader, pressing on the handle and gently opening it.
As soon as you caught a glimpse of the interior, you saw Joost moving to the slow beat, quietly singing along while his arms and hips swayed in a delicate way.
"Tonight the super trouper beams are gonna blind me
But I won't feel blue
Like I always do
'Cause somewhere in the crowd there's you"
You watched him with a dopey smile, eventually putting down the cans you were holding so you could cross your arms and lean against the doorframe while enjoying the private performance. His movements had always mesmerized you, how he balanced that duality of soft and chaotic so well... In moments like this, he didn't even seem like the same guy who humped speakers during concerts. His sweet voice a huge contrast to the loud screams he usually lets out when he's excited. You couldn't help but melt as you saw him dance towards the bed - completely distracted and unaware of your presence - to grab his rosary necklace and add it to his gorgeous outfit. He was wearing black pants with a plain white t-shirt that hugged his body in all the right places, showing his belly, and the nipples through the fabric. It accentuated his curvy waist in a Venus-like way, almost distracting you from the fact that he had just jumped slightly as he finally saw you through the mirror. Dance moves stopping at the same time that he stuttered the words he was singing.
"Jesus, baby, you scared me!" Joost chuckled, turning to face you.
"Sorry..." You let out a little laugh yourself at the way his chest was heaving and his hand was resting over his heart. "Don't stop just because of me, though." A lazy smile appeared on your lips as you teasingly stayed in the same place, waiting to see him resume his movements. "I was enjoying the show."
"Don't put that kind of pressure on me!" He giggled and averted his gaze from your face, turning down the music instead.
You pushed off from the doorframe with a grin and walked up to him, immediately wrapping both arms around his waist and planting a lingering kiss to his mouth.
"So shy all of a sudden..." You mumbled the words against his lips as your smile widened, hands finding his hips to knead at the soft skin. He was so squishy. "I brought you Monster." You said once you pulled away.
"My hero!"
He surprised you with a hug, and suddenly you found yourself smothered by his big chest. Sometimes Joost could be a bit forgetful of his own strength and size, especially when he was all giddy and excited. You would never dare to complain, though.
"No, but seriously, you didn't have to, you know?" He pulled away, beaming like the ray of sunshine he is.
"I know. But I wanted to." You smiled back and moved your hands to his waist, caressing it over the wrinkles of his shirt. It was way too tight on him, but damn if it didn't look good. Delicious.
Your thumbs rubbed the fabric, almost absentmindedly, although your brain was well aware of how much you craved him. Even the smallest touch was enough to ground you, at the same time that it made you experience a floating sensation... and at the same time that it always left you wanting more. Admiring eyes shifted to where you were holding, then a little lower, taking in his tummy. The shirt didn't reveal all of it, but it was enough to drive you crazy. He looked even more beautiful to the sound of ABBA quietly playing in the background. But you couldn't help but wonder what was the occasion for that particular outfit.
"Mmm, and what is my baby wearing?" You hummed appreciatively.
"You weren't supposed to see this yet... It's for tonight's show."
"I wasn't supposed to see it yet?"
"No, it was a surprise."
"Kinda like a 'can't see the bride before the wedding' type of thing?" You teased, poking his waist and watching him squirm before continuing to explain.
"No... that's to avoid bad luck. In this case, it was just so you'd drool all over me once you saw me on stage in these clothes." He smirked. âBut you were too quick to get back from the storeâŠâ
"And who said I won't still drool? Hm?" You squeezed his waist. "It doesn't matter if I've seen the outfit, you know I'll always be crazy about it."
"Good, because-"
Suddenly, he interrupted himself with an excited gasp. You had no idea what had just happened to make him that happy... not even as he pointed to the right, apparently showing you the reason of his behavior. You couldn't see anything out of the ordinary in the room. But then, you understood. A simple turning up of the music was all that you needed to understand what this was about.
"I love this song! Now there's nothing at aaall, that can keeep us apaaart~" He started singing in a mock-serious tone, eyebrows furrowed and puckered lips in exaggerated expressions. "Touch my liiips..." He brought your hand to his lips and you playfully rolled your eyes, letting him give a quick peck to your fingertips. He continued his singing, letting go of your wrist to point at you. "And you knooow I'm crazy 'bout youuuuu~"
Just when you thought he was going to serenade you with some romantic slow song, the beat changed to an upbeat one, scaring you a little, but filling him with energy.
"Kisses of fire!" Joost lifted his arms in a theatrical manner. "Burning, burning!" He then lowered and opened them in the same way, swaying his hips as he danced with a grin on his face. You were close to telling him the music could be heard by the whole hotel, but you didn't have the guts when he looked that happy, so you just smiled.
He kept on dancing and singing, never stopping the movements of his arms and hips, making you look at him with a dopey expression.
"I've had my share of love affairs, but they were nothing compared to thiiis~" He shook his shoulders, getting closer to you. You didn't budge from your spot, so he took the chance to grab your waist as he pouted at you. "Dance with me, babyyy~"
He guided you to the beat while you tried to stifle your giggles. It was clumsy and uncoordinated, but neither of you wanted it to be perfect. At least, not according to the definition of most people. In your eyes, this moment was definitely what appeared in front of the word perfect in the dictionary.
He took your hand, dramatically making you spin and pushing you down onto the bed. You fell on your elbows, laughing as he swayed his hips provocatively in front of you. Still, in the midst of his silly motions, you found him incredibly attractive. You always did. His bubbly personality and pretty looks were an irresistible combination and you weren't strong in the slightest when it came to it. You eyed him up and down, in what you thought was a discrete way of taking him in. Joost noticed your appreciative look, but didn't say anything, instead crawling on top of your body and kissing you while the music kept playing. After a few seconds, he pulled away, revealing your smile.
"You're heavy. Did you know that?"
His grin widened at your teasing words and, in one swift motion, he rolled over to the side, shirt riding up in the process, revealing all of his tummy. You let a hand wander to the fuzzy yet soft skin, petting it. When you glanced up, you noticed that he had turned his head to look at you - half-lidded eyes and lazy smirk.
"So, what did you think of the 'show'?" Joost asked.
"10/10, would recommend. Way different from that 'Super Trouper' bit you were performing when I got here, but equally as incredible."
"That's a Joost Klein show for ya." He chuckled. "A little preview of tonight."
"Interesting..." You slowly got on top of him, straddling his thighs while your hands rested on his stomach. "I also have a little preview of tonight for you."
His eyes widened slightly as you began talking in a sultry tone, but the heavy eyelids quickly returned once you started massaging his tummy. You smirked, moving your hands to his waist - and taking the opportunity to pull up his shirt even further - so you could plant soft kisses on his belly pouch.
"My little born dancer~" You murmured against him. Your hands slid down a bit lower as your mouth replaced them on their previous spot. They held his hips now, thumbs tenderly rubbing the skin. It was always a battle in your brain to decide whether to use your hands or your mouth on a particular part of his body, ending up with you choosing to desperately alternate between the two. "... With his little born dancer hips~" You gave him a series of gentle pecks on his waist, listening to his giggles. "You really were blessed with the most beautiful body... Look at these curves... Jesus..."
"Blessed?" More adorable little chuckles left his lips as you nosed at his side.
"Mhm..." You pulled away to look him the eyes. "You know those sculptures from Ancient Times? Women with curvy bodies and little belly pouches in skin-tight clothing? You look like one of those sculptures." Your mouth moved to worship his tummy again, distributing kisses like he was something sacred.
"You're so biased." He scoffed with a smitten expression.
"I'm not! It's the truth." The words barely made your lips leave his skin, but you could sense the fond shaking of his head. "It was viewed as a sign of wealth back then, you know?" You said after a beat of silence, going back to that topic. He furrowed his brows with a smile as he waited for you to continue, and once again, you turned to face him, gentle hands massaging his soft figure. "Having a plump body, I mean. They associated it with high status because those were the people who could afford to eat well and didn't have to do manual work."
"Well, aren't you a little nerd?" He flashed you a grin, teasingly messing up your hair. "Tell me more."
"The Greeks actually had a word for that: 'Eusarkos'. It was used to refer to that desirable state of wellness, meaning something like 'fleshy'. It was a weird time in many things, but showing non-skinny bodies some love is definitely something we should do nowadays." You returned to kissing his tummy, making sure to accompany it with loud 'mwah' noises.
"Can't believe you're using your Ancient History knowledge to worship my body." He laughed.
"Those were just fun facts. My hands and mouth are doing all the worshipping." You smirked and let your hands squeeze his waist while your mouth sucked some hickies onto his tummy. "You're way more beautiful than those sculptures, anyway." You sighed against his pale skin, mumbling praises. "So much more beautiful..." In a slow, deliberate movement you started pulling down his black jeans - not yet with the accessories he would wear to the concert.
"You're the beautif-"
"Shhh, this isn't about me, baby, it's about you." You interrupted him, taking his pants off completely and leaving him in just his dark boxers - the ones with his name all around the waistband. He looked perfect with that tight shirt pulled up to his chest and bare legs on display.
More kisses were planted on his tummy while you began kneading at his waist, making him impatient now that he was in his underwear. But you weren't cruel, so you let your pecks trail to the bulge at the front of his boxers, getting closer to what you two wanted. One of Joost's hands buried in your hair, scratching as if unconsciously telling you to take him into your mouth. But you didn't need to be told twice. Faster than when it came to his pants, you pulled down his boxers, exposing his beautiful cock. It was half-hard already from all the kissing and desperately waiting for your lips to wrap around it.
"So needy, liefje~" He giggled as you stared hungrily at his dick.
"Look who's talking..." Your hand wrapped around his length, giving it a couple of strokes and watching it twitch. "You're the one getting hard from tummy kisses." A smirk appeared on your face as you made him blush.
"You weren't just kissing it, okay? Besides, I like being worshipped. Feels nice."
"And I'm the needy one? Riiight." You leaned down to give the head a little lick, enjoying the immediate furrow of his eyebrows in pleasure. "Let me help with that neediness, pretty."
Your hand slid to the base, giving it some attention, as the tip of his cock disappeared between your lips, allowing you to finally feel his warmth inside your mouth. A hum escaped you as you made a few up and down motions before slowly taking him deeper, forcing yourself to reach where your fingers were. Realizing you didn't need your hand there anymore, you interrupted the stroking and moved both of them to his hips, wandering up and down in an exploration of those gorgeous curves. You bobbed your head, carefully trying not to choke on his thick length, while his moans encouraged you to keep going. And if they weren't the perfect sign of how good you were doing, the feeling of his dick growing fully hard against your tongue definitely was. It praised you in an indescribable way, only making you more focused on pleasing him. The tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly, making you let out wet, struggling sounds while your hands squeezed his hips tighter. You still wanted more, though. You wanted to bury your nose in his pubes and feel him as deep as you could, already picturing the delicious sounds that would come out of the man underneath you. Suddenly, you felt a gentle hand in your hair; tattooed fingers burying between the strands in a warm caress, almost like he understood what you were trying to do.
"Baby~ You don't need to take all of it, you know?"
You furrowed your brows even further and made a stubborn noise of disagreement. Like most things, you knew you didn't need to, but you wanted to. Besides, it wasn't your first time sucking Joost's dick. You knew you could make it fit all the way in. You were just too impatient today, wanting to feel more of him right that second, without taking it slow. Alright, maybe he was right. Maybe you were needy.
You took a deep breath through your nose, slowing your movements so you could sink your mouth onto his cock in a controlled manner; watery, half-lidded eyes looking up at him for approval. He tried to keep watching, but your lips meeting the base of his dick made him throw his head back against the mattress with a broken moan.
"Fuck, babe, always so good for me~" His fingers twitched in your hair, trying not to force you down, but desperately needing you to move.
You nuzzled your face against his pelvis, closing your eyes as you tried to ease all of his length into your mouth. The feeling of your nose rubbing his pubes overwhelmed you in the best way possible and you could tell it also drove him wild.
After managing to move up and down again with less struggle, you glanced up, involuntarily moaning at the sight. Joost was back to watching you and he had the most pathetic, needy look on his face. Brows furrowed in pleasure while heavy eyes threatened to roll back, his plump lips parted and letting out tired whines between those shaky breaths.
"I'm close~" Joost sighed the words, completely in bliss.
You weren't cruel, but right now you had other plans for your poor boyfriend that didn't include letting him come down your throat. No matter how good he looked with that begging expression. Slowly, you pulled away, running your tongue across the underside in the process and watching the string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock break in what was a downright filthy sight. His half-lidded eyes quickly widened at your interruption, pretty mouth opening and closing without knowing what to say. You didn't need his words, though. You could read his thoughts perfectly in that moment.
"I know..." You took his dick in your hand, stroking it with a firm grip. "But you're not coming in my mouth this time."
Joost stared at you with his best puppy dog eyes, but you ignored it and pointed his hard length slightly up to his face while you kept jerking it off. It took his mushy brain a few seconds to understand what you were planning to do, but once he figured it out, he complained in a lazy voice.
"Careful not to get any cum on my shirt. I'm wearing it to the concert tonight, liefjeee!"
"It won't get on your shirt, don't worry."
"Babe. Then I'll have to change my whole outfit if it does."
You shook your head with a smile and lifted the fabric with your free hand, revealing his hairy chest.
"Better?"
"Mhm~" He hummed weakly, so close to his orgasm. "Y-You're gonna make me come on my tummy?"
"Yes, but don't you worry. I'll clean the mess, okay, angel?"
"Okay~" He parroted dumbly.
"You just worry about letting go all over yourself."
"Yes~" Another sweet, mindless answer. "Please?" He asked simply, but you knew exactly what he was referring to.
"Yes, you can come, baby."
His hips twitched involuntarily as you gave him permission, and in a matter of seconds, white ropes shot out of his cock, painting his tummy and a bit of his chest. Maybe it had been a good idea to get the shirt out of the way. His moans of pleasure filled the room, stealing your attention from the mess on his stomach and directing it to his pretty face. Blue eyes slowly opening while he recovered from the aftershocks, and disappearing once again as he gave you a tender smile. You retributed it with one of your own, leaning down to kiss his pink, inviting lips and calming his labored breathing with your mouth.
âPerfectâŠâ You whispered after pulling away, admiring his features for a moment. Then, you switched to trailing kisses down his jaw until they reached his chest. âYouâre literally the most beautiful man Iâve ever seen.â Your tongue darted out to lick the drops of release that had missed his tummy. âThe most beautiful person.â More kisses met his skin as you finally got to his belly, licking a long stripe there. After releasing your grip on his shirt - which stayed glued to his chest - you held his waist again, kneading it as you cleaned the mess on his stomach. âCanât wait to see you on stage tonight. Youâre gonna crush it, like you always do.â
âThanks, babe.â He tried to suppress his giggles as your tongue tickled his skin. âIâm gonna make sure to move my hips just for you.â
âMmm, in this outfit? Oh my, Iâm drooling already.â You purposely let a string of saliva dribble from your mouth onto his sticky stomach. He laughed as you immediately lapped at it, amused by your silly antics.
âHow are you even gonna hold it together during the show?â
âI wonât. Thatâs why I need my fix now.â You showered his belly with kisses. â⊠and after.â You alternated the gentle pecks with slow licks, giving it all the attention you could and moaning softly at the taste of his cum.
âYou sound like an addict.â Joost chuckled.
âThatâs because I am one. Iâm completely addicted to you.â After a good cleaning of the sticky fluid, you moved to kiss the curve of his waist. âI still think your body is a blessing. Just look at you⊠Perfect from head to toe.â You mouthed at his skin before pulling away. âAnd all mine.â
Neither of you remembered the abandoned cans of Monster anymore - the reason why this all had started. Turns out, all that Joost really needed was at the hotel. And currently laying on top of his body, worshipping it like it was their last day on earth.
request: âhear me out one shot of reader coming home drunk asf and Joost taking care of her?? fluff mostly and maybe little bit of smut too idk??????â
tags: f! reader, established relationship, reader got #whitegirlwasted and gets #horny, joost is forever a gentleman (decent human being), like he just thinks itâs funny actually, so much fluff itâll make your teeth rot, also an insane amount of comfort, all characters are dutch and speak in dutch but dialogue is written in english for obvious reasons.
warnings: heavy + frequent mentions of alcohol, detailed descriptions of being drunk, lots of mentions of needing to vomit (but no one actually throws up), rpf.
word count: 2,883.
notes: this definitely took me wayyy too long to write for what it actually is, but i do actually love it <3. thank you so so much to the anon that requested this, and a big ol smooch to my beta readers @killerlookz and my pookie G, as always!!
enjoy!! đ
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it started with hushed voices; some distant, lighthearted giggling down a couple stories below on the street, just outside the living room window. heels scraping across cement, the jingling of keys as marleen held you up and lennie rifled through your bag, desperately trying to find your phone. joost could only hear it all because youâd actually already called him a while ago, just to then immediately forget that you did before heâd even picked up. with such an easy grin on his face, he listened to you ramble about something or other, your words too slurred to make out anything other than his name before another voice suddenly drowned you out.
âbabe, it was in your fucking bra the whole time! i canât-waitâŠjoost? what?âŠhello?â
âhey lennie; you okay?â Â
the penny finally dropped. youâd called him from outside the club, just wanting to tell him that you were safe and finally making your way back home when the uber had pulled up, and youâd tucked your phone into your bra for âsafe keepingâ. Â you hadnât even realised that it was still there until alanis eventually saw it peaking out the corner of your dress after several, rather long minutes of rummaging through everybody elseâs bags instead.
âhow are youâŠ? youâre already thereâŠuh, yeah, weâre justâŠweâre outside and we canât-she needs carrying up, i think, and weâŠâ
she wasnât that far away from being just as drunk as you were, was she? joost could hear it in her voice; he had to bite back a small laugh.
âiâm on my way down.â
everything tilted on its axis as you pushed yourself away from marleen to stand on your own two feet then, making her wobble slightly because she wasnât exactly that sober, either.Â
you didnât want joost to see you like this, this close to being absolutely fucking blackout. back when youâd first mentioned the idea of a âno boyfriends allowedâ night out with the girls, youâd even tried to promise that you wouldnât, teasing him that you could handle your drink a lot better than him and his little red nose ever could. and for whatever reason, you canât even remember anymore, it somehow became such a silly little competition between you that without a doubt, you were really fucking losing. you just didnât think that he needed to know that just yet.Â
you also really wanted him to touch you, and it was greedy of you to want that as painfully as you did. youâd spent most of the morning wrapped around him, biting down onto his shoulder, eagerly nodding your head yes every time that he asked you if he was making you feel good; if you were already close to cumming again. but god you just couldnât help yourself, could you? even four years down the line, youâre both still so insatiably obsessed with each other.Â
maybe if alanis had been lying before, and you werenât in fact too drunk to even make it up a couple flights of stairs on your own, you would have gotten away with it. if you werenât swaying on the spot with such tired eyes, your eyelids drooping as your bag threatened to slip off your shoulder and into the puddle beneath your feet. if you werenât standing with your back to the door of your building, unaware that joost was now behind you still grinning, because you were too caught up trying to focus on your own breathing to have heard him chuckle at the sorry sight of all three of you, plastered.
âhey guys.â Â
a shrill, drunken chorus of âhey joost!ââs only worsened the slight pounding behind your eyes as you jumped, rocking on your heels until you fell into his chest. large, warm palms gripped your hips; 1982 and 1983 on either side, giving you a squeeze and holding you steady.Â
âppft, they really werenât kidding, huh?âÂ
there was nothing but a dazed, blank look in your eyes as you tilted your head up to gaze back at him, holding onto his arms for balance, but a sweet, sweet smile still pulling at your lips. you had no idea what he was talking about, you werenât really listening; you were too distracted by the faint, honey-blond stubble that lightly dusted his jaw. you forgot that he still had that; it wasnât helping the ache you felt between your legs.Â
âhey baby.â
joost only chuckled again and held onto you a little tighter. Â âhey liefje, you feeling okay?â
âmmhm, yeah, good, goodâŠlike iâm ready to go to bed now.â
you hoped that by leaning even further into him, fluttering your eyelashes and wrapping your arms around his neck, that heâd take the hint. that heâd throw you over his shoulder, take you to bed, and have you caged beneath him crying as he ruins you several times over. it was all that you had thought about back in the cab and so now that you were actually here with him â fuck, you didnât care anymore if the girls could see just how desperate you really were for him.Â
âletâs get you upstairs then, yeah?â
except even if joost had caught on, which he definitely hadnât, heâd never want to touch you like this, would he? whilst youâre so far gone that the slurring of your words made you almost incomprehensible; the teetering on your louboutins so severe that you couldnât help but rest your entire body weight against him. the only thing that he was planning on doing to you tonight was helping you to get into some pyjamas and under the fresh cotton of your duvet.
as you nodded your head, your eyes falling closed again and a too-large, too-soft yawn tearing through you, he cast his eyes back up for a moment. âwhatâre you guys doing? wanna come up as well?â
there was already a sofa, several blankets, and a couple old big t-shirts with their names on it if they did. and for the sake of his peace of mind, joost actually found himself hoping that they would, that heâd find himself with three drunk girls to take care of instead of just the one. because neither lennie or marleen seemed that much sober than you, both of them stumbling, almost tripping over their own feet as they squinted down at their phones and giggled between themselves. heâd rather deal with all the noise and mess of it then have to wait to find out if they ever made it back home safe.
âoh! no, weâreâŠuh, weâre fine, weâre waiting for appie to come get us. heâs uhâŠlike two minutes away? i donât know, i canât really see right now.â Â
joost shook his head, smiling â giggling when lennie almost dropped her phone and fell into marleen trying to catch it. âalright, but if heâs not here in five, you come straight up, yeah? and text me when youâre home!â
he didnât dare move until they both promised, waving their pinkie fingers in the air and singing their goodbyes as appieâs car finally appeared from around the corner. only then did he crouch down a little, curling an arm under both of your knees to scoop you up, making you shriek and grip onto his hoodie that much harder.
it was almost definitely a symptom of all the alcohol, but you really couldnât remember him ever being this stupidly tall. suddenly being so high up off the ground as he only just about managed to kick the heavy doors to your building back open, slipping the both of you inside and taking each stair back up to your floor one at a time; you hated how it made your stomach turn. how your mouth slowly started to fill with a saliva that you just couldnât swallow down.Â
âyou okay?â Â joost had felt your breathing change; every fast exhale through your nose tickling the side of his neck.
âiâm really trying not to throw up right now.â
the silence that followed was only brief, broken by him muttering a quiet, only slightly-panicked âfuck.â underneath his breath as he then started to take the steps up two at a time. âgoing as fast as i can, liefje. if you could keep trying not to throw up on me, iâd really love you for that.â
âarenât you supposed to love me anyway?â
trust you to still be so stubborn whilst this fucking hammered.Â
âi will never ever not love you, moppie. i would just really prefer it if you didnât throw up on me, okay?â
there was another short beat of silence. your breaths deepened; the steady rise and fall of your chest starting to slow as you really did try to push through the nausea that sat right in the back of your throat. the feeling of his hands squeezing, almost kneading the soft flesh of your thighs, the heat that you felt beneath his skin, the cold air that nipped at the very tip of your nose; you needed it all to be enough. a big enough, good enough distraction to keep your mind busy and away from the need that you felt to suddenly start gagging.Â
âwould you hate me if i did?â  you couldnât help the way that your words still slurred all together. âlikeâŠwould youâŠwould you get really angry? like⊠âwant to break up with meâ angry?âÂ
âwhat?â and his light, almost out-of-breath laugh was more confused than anything. âwhen have i ever been that angry with you?â
âno butâŠi donât knowâŠit just sounds like youâd be really upset if i did.â
you just wanted him to be ready, prepared for the worst possible case scenario, because you were actually starting to sweat a little now, werenât you? no amount of deep breathing or âmindfulnessâ was shaking the feeling of the inevitable, and the last thing that youâd be able to handle right now is joost being angry at you too. he was right, he never really had been like that with you before, and you werenât exactly eager to change that.
the few tears that ran down your cheeks were just mere consequences of you thinking about it more than you should have been. imagining the disgust on his face and in his voice as heâd drop you on the spot, wiping the vomit from his sleeves and yelling at you to go away and never come back. the sharp, harsh way that you sniffed and wiped your running nose on the back of your hand, it was just silly; youâd never be drunk enough to believe that heâd actually ever be like that. you just werenât sober enough to not still cry over such a made-up hypothetical.Â
you felt him kiss the roots of your hair, saw him start to shake his head from the corner of your eye. âcould never hate you.âÂ
and he meant it.Â
there was no life for him without you in it â vomit or not.Â
âso you wouldnât break up with me even if i was sick on you?â
âiâd honestly let you be sick on me everyday if it really made you that happy.â
it almost knocked the air out of your lungs, didnât it? made your eyes widen and your bottom lip wobble just as your knees did, as joost carefully set you back down on your feet just outside your front door. and to his credit, you werenât really thinking about gagging anymore, because how could you be? you were too busy thinking about the hands that still lingered on your waist, just in case. the sudden, terrified look in his eyes when you then burst into tears, sobbing into his chest.
âthatâs so disgusting! i canât believe youâd do that for me. i love you so much.âÂ
if joost didnât just laugh, heâd probably start crying too. âi love you too.â
surprisingly, it wasnât too hard to eventually waddle you inside. even though the temperature had dropped enough to make you shiver, a late night breeze bringing a layer of goosebumps to the surface of your cold skin, you showed no indication of letting go any time soon. with your face still smushed against him and your arms wrapped around his middle, joost had to guide you back, rocking you from side to side by the hold that he still had on you. for once, it was actually a good thing that heâd forgotten to lock the front door behind him on his way out earlier.
the warmth of your flat engulfed you, the tips of your fingers tingling as you hummed, nestling yourself further into his chest. the aching of your feet still clad in your favourite pair of heels wasnât enough to stop you from yawning again, convinced that you honestly could fall asleep right here, standing in the middle of your hallway.Â
he slung one of your arms around his shoulders â his way of keeping you balanced as he bent down to slip the red-bottomâs off your feet.Â
âstill need to be sick?â
you shook your head, unaware that he couldnât quite see it. âiâll be fine. just tired.â
joost still made the mental note to find you a bowl to keep by your side of the bed, just for the night. âgo lay down for me, iâll be there in a sec.â
it was putting an awful lot of faith in your ability to still walk, asking you to go off on your own whilst he disappeared inside of the bathroom. the walls swayed with every step, leaning in to listen to each one of your small squeals every time that you almost lost your balance and fell, coming far too close to knocking some of daanâs framed canvases from off their hooks. you managed to avoid it, somehow, though not without bumping into a couple doorframes instead.
and of course he could hear all the commotion from down the landing; the muffled bangs and crashes â the loud giggles every time that you managed to still trip over your own feet. it made him rush to get back to you, shaking his head, throwing your makeup wipes and hairbrush into the old mixing bowl underneath his arm before turning on his heel. there mightâve been no cracked picture-frames or fallen keepsakes on the floor like he thought there might be, but joost still found himself picking up random items of your clothing along his way, didnât he?Â
because you mightâve misunderstood him a little when he asked you to âgo lay down for himâ. Â it didnât matter how tired you were, you still wanted it, still tried to strip yourself down to nothing because you wanted to save him the time and trouble of doing it himself. you just couldnât have anticipated just how soft your mattress felt beneath you as you finally collapsed down onto it face first. how it beckoned your eyelids to droop again even though your bra was still on and your skirt was all twisted up around your knees.
only another minute or two passed before you heard his footsteps; the quiet shuffling of joost moving around the room, too hesitant to make any noise just in case you really had succumbed to sleep already. he tossed your stockings and little corset top into the washing basket, left your face wipes and hairbrush on your bedside table and the sick bowl on the floor, closest to your head. he didnât notice the cheeky, lopsided smile pulling at the corners of your lips at the touch of his fingers curling around the waistband of your skirt, gently tugging it down, over, and past your ankles.Â
âbeen waiting for this all night.â Â
he only hesitated for a moment. at first, he hadnât quite heard what youâd said; your voice low and breathy, muffled by the blankets that youâd smothered yourself with. and then it clicked once heâd deciphered that you werenât talking about the comfort of your bed, and he smiled, rolling his eyes in a way that wasnât mocking.Â
it was like trying to move dead weight as joost helped you to sit up, the palms of his hands then finding the warmth of your cheeks after brushing all the loose hair away from your eyes. even now, as you sat with slumped shoulders and smudged makeup on the edge of your bed, the bra strap of your matching set falling down your arm and your underwear somehow all tangled up, leaving nothing to the imagination â you were still so gorgeous to him.Â
âtomorrow.â
you couldnât hold back your groan; how you threw your head back and frowned. âbut thatâs ages awayâŠwhy canât we fuck now?â
âbecause youâre hammered, baby.â still with a hand holding you up, he spoke in a laugh as he leaned over to grab your makeup wipes from off your bedside table. âtomorrow we can do it twice, okay? to make up for it.â
joost brought a wipe up to your face, whispering for you to close your eyes and giggling as you pouted. âpromise?â
he nodded earnestly, pecking at your lips in between each swipe of the wet-wipe along your eyelashes, just until that little pout of yours melted into a smile and you started to laugh along with him. âi promise.â
request: âHey so I have an idea. Maybe Joost and singer!Reader?? I haven't really seen this since he was at Eurovision and I think it would be a great concept. Reader is an established artist and Joost wants to collab with her on a song. Naturally they have great chemistry and they catch feelings for each other.â // âI got an idea! I saw famous singer!reader but like the famous singer is from a punk/emo/goth band ?? Idk just a thought :0â.
notes: thank you so so much to my BABE @starryeyedobsessions + @hardcore-junkie for this request â as a former lil baby-bat this was so so much fun to write, and itâs weirdly become very important to me. and then ofc a special shoutout to my darlings @killerlookz + @minuutvanverval + @blueessber for beta-reading; i love you all very muchly <33
enjoy! xx
you really were such a marvel, werenât you? a force to truly be reckoned with.
as sweat had started to cling to his skin, turning the palms of his hands clammy, and as the ends of his hair stuck themselves to the nape of his neck, joost had found himself stuck. not even the end of the world could have moved him from his spot amongst the crowd. in a single breath, almost, you had him hooked, didn't you? obsessed with you.
though honestly, it shouldn't have taken them so long to realise. the clues had all been there, right underneath their noses â stuntje, bram, teun, lyon. how theyâd each had to queue to get in and then pay in cash on the door, despite it only, at least seeming to be a regular, old run-of-the-mill bar on the city outskirts. how it was wall-to-wall heaving with people all clad in heavy, dark leather and silver chains, leaving them with hardly enough room to stand on their own.
but the countless shots of tequila from the last three bars had still coursed heavily through their veins, clouding their judgements and skewing their eyesights. none of them had taken any notice of all the posters stuck up around the room, but even if they had, they wouldn't have thought to google translate them. priority one had been figuring out whoâs round it was then, and priority two was trying to spot a bottle of don julio behind the bar.Â
it took the sudden, deafening strum of an electric guitar to make them all jump enough to spill a few drops of their drinks. as lyon had glanced up from his phone, already in search of the next bar to crawl to, joost was turning on his heel to follow the sound across the room, around a corner, leaving the rest of them to all trail behind him. seeing the make-shift stage set up right against the far back wall; all the mic stands, guitar peddles, and miscellaneous cables that drowned it â the penny had finally dropped.Â
aimlessly, they had wandered into your show without even realising it. an exclusive, âone night onlyâ Â intimate show in one of the last few countries in europe that your band hadnât played in yet. and bram had been the first one to say it â a little in awe but also ever so slightly, harmlessly mocking the situation, asking if theyâd all somehow stumbled into a âmy chemical romance concert circa 2006â. it was only because of that, that joost had taken another sip of his double-tequila, eager to settle the disappoint in his chest as he readied himself to leave after only the first song or two. the whole âgothâ thing wasn't exactly to everyoneâs tastes; joost had already accepted that he was bound to be outnumbered in wanting to stay.
except then, you had sauntered on stage, hadnât you? with your band-mates all following in tow. you, in all of your delicate, black lace; your sweet, saccharine smile, and a voice so heavenly that he could only stand there and watch you sing with parted lips, hypnotised. by the third song in he was already looking you up on every platform that he could think of. on instagram, some part of him stopped working properly when heâd seen that âfollow backâ button staring right back at him.
it had flustered him terribly. had him clicking on it and following you back without any hesitation or regard of the potential ramifications. as stuntje had begun to tease, yelling something about âgoth mommiesâ right into his ear, heâd only shaken his head and tried to swat him away, unable to hide the soft rosiness of his cheeks.Â
so the end of your show had come as quite a relief, actually. it gave him the chance to eventually step outside for a moment, to shake all the sweat from his hair with the tips of his fingers and take a heavy, big deep breath in. as the others all lost themselves in the debate of âbar number five vs mcdonaldâsâ, joost was busy chain-smoking through his pack of cigarettes and trying to brainstorm different ways he could possibly collaborate with you somehow.
maybe he could teach you how to rap or something; maybe you could be the one to finally teach him how to sing.
because he just couldnât get you out of his head. over the sound of a dozen other conversations all happening around him, he could still hear the sound of your voice in his ears, see the sight of you glowing on stage every time that he so much as blinked.Â
âoh shit, wait, isnât thatâŠ?â  he ignored the slight nudge to his ribs, his head still down, gaze still fixed on his shoes. âfuck, okay, sheâs coming right for you, man. wake up.â
and you were, werenât you? making a straight fucking beeline for him, with the brightest fucking grin tugging at your lips.Â
the dark blouse and long, awkward skirt that youâd been wearing on stage still cling to your skin, blowing in the wind that would have sent a chill straight down your spine if it wasnât for the heavy coat that you now wear. your shoulders carry most of the weight of the denim that almost swallows you whole, threatening to fall down past your hands and hanging around your ankles. though somehow in spite of the weather, you still radiate warmth.
and it throws joost right off his axis. not at your lips or around your eyes, thereâs not a single smudge of anything anywhere. thereâs no pinkness to your face, or droplets of sweat settling along your hairline. itâs all too good to be true â youâre standing right in front of him now, close enough for him to see the faint smile lines that frame your mouth, and itâs just perfect.Â
âof all people i thought iâd see here, you really werenât one of them.â he only manages a nervous, half-smile before youâre continuing with an inked hand splayed out across your heart. âi have to admit that itâs been a while, but i used to watch you on youtube all the time; do you still go by unicorn-joost?âÂ
his friends all cough simultaneously, their shoulders jolting, each and every one of them failing at trying to hide their sudden cackles. theyâre a little too amused by the simple, almost innocent translation of his old social media name, laughing in a way that has no malice behind it at all, but holds just enough of something that joost refuses to entertain it. he can tell that youâre trying â hear how thereâs a rich softness to your accent thatâs indicative of some place else. english isnât your first language either; to join in would feel almost cruel to him.
he only smiles at you sweetly as he shakes his head, endeared by just how equally giddy you seem to be. âjust joost now⊠iâve grown up.â
and your voice wavers just enough for him to hear it when you finally return the favour and introduce yourself, speaking your name and giggling when he tries to repeat it back to you in your accent.
âdid you enjoy the show, joost?â Â
you really donât expect him to say âyes!â as feverishly as he does.Â
maybe itâs not fair of you to judge him or any of his friends as so, but it feels too safe to have assumed that none of them were exactly your intended demographic. they stick out like sore thumbs amongst the rest of your fans; the only ones adorning any sort of colour in their outfits, one of which in a minecraft t-shirt, and a severe lack of any type of leather. you can see it on their faces, feel it in their body language, that theyâre just not used to being around so many people that all look like you. itâs cute.
but it means that youâre left speechless when joost veers away from the script that youâd had ready in your head. you were prepared for a cordial âyeah, it wasnât bad!â and nothing more; something a little obvious in its lack of sincerity. youâre not quite sure what to do with it when he just starts rambling instead, apologising for not having heard of you before, but promising that it was one of the best performances that heâs ever seen. how his friends are all nodding behind him whilst heâs waving his hands around, taking drags of his cigarette in between breaths, calling you captivating and âunlike anything that heâs ever seenâ.Â
a blush of your own starts to creep itâs way up the back of your neck as you finally find the right words to say, clutching onto your own hands just to stop them from shaking. âthank you, you donâtâŠyou have no idea how much that means to me, wow.â
âhow do you do that, by the way?â Â he waggles a finger in front of his eyes, head tilting to the side. âi wear the eyeliner for my own shows sometimes, but it never stays right.â
you try to answer without stumbling over any syllables, gazing into the blue of his eyes and already trying to picture how theyâd look with a thick streak of black along their waterlines. but then you stop, flinching, taking a step or two closer to him at the sound of yelling from behind you. itâs only a group of guys taking turns downing their drinks and competing to see who can do it the fastest, but theyâre loud enough for you to lose all train of thought.Â
itâs instinctive the way that joost then brings his arm up high around your shoulders, keeping his hand balled up into a loose fist as he guides you to stand even further into his side.Â
âyeah, iâm not a big fan of loud noises either.â Â he pauses only to curl his spine, bending down until heâs level with your ear. âdo you want to move somewhere quieter? would that be better?â
when you nod, he readjusts, the warmth of his palm finding your lower back as he starts to lead the way.Â
at the very far end of the smoking area, hidden ever so slightly around another corner, is a picnic bench that youâre surprised to see no one else has found yet. itâs old wood is a little green, a little rotted, but itâs dry enough for you to sit down without the damp soaking through your clothes. youâre lighting up a cigarette of your own as soon as youâre settled, cocking an eyebrow at the look on joostâs face as he sits down across from you.
âsurprised that i smoke too?â
he grins at you again, shrugging. âwith a voice like that, a little. youâre not soâŠârahrahrahâ with it.â
immediately you choke on that first heavy inhale of smoke, your head hanging, coughing hard enough for your throat to burn as you laugh. itâs through watery eyes that you watch him start to crack too, giggling as he squints behind the thick, dark frames of his glasses. heâs only laughing because you are, and youâre only still laughing because he is.
âwhat was that?!â
âi was trying to do the smokers voice thing!â
âyou sounded like that skeleton with theâŠthe, fuck, i donât know what the word for it is in english.â
except joost already knows exactly what youâre trying to say because then his eyes are lighting up, and heâs nodding at you again as he starts to act it out, almost, hitting an imaginary bin-lid with an invisible bat of some kind.Â
âja ja ja ja, the one with the stick!âÂ
âyes!â
a subtle aching starts to seep into your cheeks, pulling uncomfortably at your lips â itâs just becoming so easy with him, isnât it? youâre smiling so much that itâs starting to hurt now, and it means that you donât even think to check your phone thatâs slowly buzzing itself to death inside your pocket. in no more than an hour somehow, joost already has you wrapped irrevocably around his finger, hanging off his every word.
your elbows resting on the table, hands cupped underneath and propping up your chin, but still clutching onto the cigarette thatâs long since burnt itself out all the way down to the filter. youâre watching him throw his hands around again because heâs lost himself inside a story about one of his nephews dressing up as a skeleton for halloween one year. youâre smiling so much that it hurts.Â
it does nothing but feed right into his ego. itâs rare that heâs so extroverted with someone like this, someone like you, someone that could easily make his knees buckle with a single glance. heâs the type to quickly blush at mere eye-contact, unable to do much other than simply nod politely when spoken to. youâre bringing out something new in him, arenât you? a confidence that heâs just not used to yet.
it means that neither of you realise it when the time starts to slip away right through your fingers. itâs just too hard of a thing to help â the way that the conversation flows from one topic to the next as though youâre more old friends catching up than anything else.Â
suddenly joost knows each of your bandmates by name, mannerism, and most embarrassing moment of the tour so far. you learn of his friends beyond their art and online personas, from each of the little vlogs and tiktoks that he has saved of them on his phone. you tell him a little too much about your new âresident evilâ obsession; he returns the favour by admitting his recent mexican wrestling one.Â
the only thing that you both dare to leave unsaid is any mention of your families. itâs only because you remember enough from watching him back on youtube that you know better than to ask; youâre not exactly in a rush to explain your own situation, either.Â
and itâs not until youâre half way through trying to list each of your favourite films without laughing, because somehow you have just a few too many in common with him to wrap your head around, that youâre interrupted. someone in a t-shirt bearing the barâs logo stands beside you with an almost blank expression, speaking a language neither of you can understand. after a moment of awkward silence, she finally clears her throat and sighs, rolling her eyes slightly.
âwe close in thirty minutes so weâre asking for last drinks. can i get you anything?âÂ
joost answers hesitantly on your behalf, shaking his head ânoâ with a hint of a smile on his face as he reassures whoever it is that youâll be leaving in just a minute. when you donât dispute it, disappointment starts to lower itself onto his chest, the weight of it crushing, but itâs subtle enough that it only brings a slight furrow to his eyebrows.Â
you just canât believe what time it is.
for seemingly the first time all night, it occurs to you to finally dig your phone out of your coat pocket and dismiss the low battery warning. the time that youâre confronted with, â00:53amâ sends a small shock to your system, only because it means that youâve been out here with him for almost three hours now. several texts from your bandmates clutter your lockscreen, and they all read relatively the same.
âwe got the hint ;) and went to go get food. weâll probs be back at the hotel by the time ur done. plz be safe we have no room for a baby on the bus. see u tomoâÂ
a slow heat rises to your cheeks, staining them a soft pink despite the cooler breeze that still whips around you every now and then. you donât look up until joost starts to stand, a blush that matches your own creeping its way up the sides of his neck. and then you donât stop to ask why he seems to be almost just as flustered as you know that you are, as you copy his movements, rising to your feet with a shy reluctance.
youâre still trying to grasp the certain implications of what your friends had said. it makes you a little dizzy actually, imagining it, and realising just how much you want it.
âmy uh, my hotelâs not that farâŠwould you want to come back with me?â Â
and the offer almost knocks joost right off his feet, doesnât it? he finds himself needing to lean back against the bench just to try and stay upright.
the way that youâre smiling up at him with those big doe eyes of yours, tucking strands of fallen hair behind your ears and blushing more out of nervousness than anything else. itâs the first time that heâs truly seeing the effect that he has on you, and itâs killing him.Â
he nods softly, grinning without his teeth as he pulls the hood of his jacket up and over his head. âyeah! iâd really like that.âÂ
he curves an arm around your shoulders again, and you assume that itâs only to keep you close whilst you make your way out, but once youâre out onto the street he doesnât move, and neither do you. itâs like that, that you both walk the ten minutes back to your hotel, with you tucked gently into his side and listening quietly as he rambles about how beautiful this city is. you ask him about where else heâs been, on tour or otherwise, and he tells you sparing little to no detail.Â
but itâs really not too long before you start to lose track of it all, of the finer, almost intimate details of his stories, because itâs the mere sound of joostâs voice that you find yourself so stuck on. the sheer softness of it. how itâs so much deeper than you remember, with just enough gravel to it to make your head spin.Â
it feels a littleâŠwrong, despite all things considered, but you just canât help it. the old leather of your boots hit a puddle, you hear muffled live music spilling out from a lounge as you pass it by, but all you can focus on is the heat pooling beneath you. you think of his voice in your ear, deeper, breathier, groaning. you canât appreciate where you are, all of the light, and art, and life that surrounds you, because youâre just too caught up in the thought of whatever this is leading to.
you donât slip out from underneath his hold until youâre faced with the heavy glass doors of your hotel, and you canât hide the way that your hands shake when you unlock them with your keycard. itâs dawning on you now that you havenât exactly clarified what youâve invited him back with you for, and youâre still waiting for him to ask. you want to hope that itâs obvious when you both step into the lift to head up to your floor, and you immediately take his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together.Â
but youâve just never done this before, have you? and joost, you know enough about him by now to gather that heâs something of a gentleman, maybe even a little unassuming. you canât imagine him ever putting an expectation like that on you; if all you wanted was someone to talk to until you fell asleep, youâre almost certain that he really wouldnât mind that.Â
it doesnât phase you that neither of you have spoken in a while until youâre wandering down a corridor and heâs asking you which room is yours, and you realise that youâre just about to miss it.Â
you pull him to a sudden stop alongside you, the momentum of it swinging him around, and now youâre not quite sure what to say with him gazing down at you like this.Â
âyou okay?â
âare we on the same page about this?â
you meet his eyes and see the ease in them; how his slight frown melts into something so much sweeter as he shrugs. âwe donât have to do anything that you donât want to; trust me, iâm on board no matter what.â
for just a moment you let the words sit, hanging in the air that thickens around you, before you nod, a faint smile tugging at your lips. and it says exactly what you need it to, because then joost is reaching forward to cradle your jaw; your blush deepens at the feeling of his thumbs smoothing along the skin of your cheeks.
âin my country, we would say âzo mooiâ.â at the tilting of your head, he continues in something akin to a whisper, leaning into you a little closer. âso beautiful.â
you just about manage to breathe out his name in a sigh before heâs kissing you, clutching your face in the palms of his hands so delicately as your noses bump. the subtle taste of tobacco and sugary soda hit your tongue; the coarser hairs of his moustache tickle the very corners of your mouth. when you hook your fingers through the holes of his belt loops, pulling him flush against you, itâs only to anchor yourself down, really. suddenly your knees feel all funny.
and itâs absolutely ruining you, isnât it? how perfect it all feels. how you just canât seem to hold back the way that you whine into his mouth when he moves to step back, leaving you to wobble on uneven feet. not even a full second passes before youâre mourning the loss of him sucking on your bottom lip, but itâs enough to remind you of where you still are, standing on the wrong side of your hotel roomâs door.Â
with your keycard still balanced between your fingers, you unlock it with a single beep.Â
âiâmâŠgonna go freshen up. wait up for me?â
he nods, leaning down to peck your lips again. âiâll be here.â
the bathroom door clicks shut behind you, the sound of the shower turning on quickly following. now that heâs on his own for a minute, joost canât contain his excitement anymore. heâs pumping his fist in the air, doing a little shuffle-dance, and taking fit-pics in the mirror before stopping to fix his hair.Â
it almost doesnât feel real. he doesnât do this. he can count on one hand the amount of one night stands heâs ever had â if thatâs all that this is going to be in the end. something not too dissimilar to disappointment starts to settle beneath his skin as he slips off his jacket and shoes, and perches patiently on the edge of your bed. maybe he already likes you a little bit more than he probably should.Â
he sends another selfie to his groupchat; the friends of his that are still awake each reply with a combination of emojis that make his stomach twist as he laughs.
âheyâŠâ
joost glances up at the soft sound of your voice, locking his phone and leaving it somewhere on the bedside table.Â
youâre standing at the foot of the bed dressed in nothing but a âsisters of mercyâ t-shirt thatâs several sizes too big for you. the ends of your hair that poke out from the bun sitting on top of your head hang heavy with drops of water, your face fresh and bare of any makeup. itâs looking like this, so disarmed and almost shy, that he really starts to swoon for you, isnât it?
a hot breath catches in his throat, his voice threatening to crack. âhi.â
and then before he can blush, youâre kissing him again, and itâs his own hands finding the backs of your thighs and squeezing that keeps you steady this time. you also find yourself becoming pliable in his palms, because when he tugs you in closer, you move without any resistance. when he slips his tongue into your mouth and lets his grip wander up onto your hips, you let him, you encourage it.Â
in fact, you only stay like for another moment or two before youâre climbing onto his lap, arenât you? knees falling either side of his own two hips, fingertips dropping from his face down to the hem of his t-shirt to pull on the dark cotton of it until he finally takes the hint, and throws it off and over his head.
he just canât help but to giggle when you mutter out a string of what he can only guess are swear-words in your first language, your eyes carefully drifting along his pale, bare chest. âgood things i hope?â
with your hands resting on his tummy, you nod with parted lips. âvery good.â
heâs about to make a joke when you then start to shift, crawling back off him and onto the floor at his feet. you make a strong reach for his belt-buckle as you do so, fighting with the silver heart and feeling how his muscles jump underneath the touch. you only stop because suddenly his hand comes down to clutch yours, making you glance up with a pout.
âhey â only if you want to, okay? i donât want you thinking that you have to; you donât.â Â despite the way that his cock strains against his jeans at the mere thought, he really does mean it.Â
âno, i want to.â  you gulp down the thick saliva that fills your mouth, eyes flickering between his face and his bulge. âplease, but i canâtâŠ.get this fuckingâŠâ
itâs not mocking how joost laughs at you again, almost painfully endeared by just how desperate you are to get to him. a jagged crease cuts right through your eyebrows, a thicker pout pulling on your full, wet lips, and itâs all because youâre still struggling with his buckle, your patience starting to wear a little thin.Â
he doesnât say anything as he takes over, lifting his hips up off the bed as he guides the cracked, black leather back through the old clasp. he just makes it look so easy, doesnât he? because you blink and suddenly heâs holding it free in his hands, dropping the belt to the floor and letting his jeans sit loose around his thighs.
it gives you such a perfect view of him, of the boxers printed with his own name â how the cotton stretches around his erection, and he just canât seem to stop twitching underneath your gaze. gently, you curl your fingers beneath the waistband and pull down, your mouth watering again as your hands start to shake. youâre not even sure what you were expecting, but heâs still somehow bigger.Â
âkeep looking at me like that, and this might be over before weâve even started.âÂ
you only grin before you reach forward and hold him throbbing in your hands, hearing how he sucks in a sharp breath at the soft touch. you donât grant him a moment to catch his breath either, before youâre licking a smooth stripe up from the base to the pink of his tip, swirling your tongue and sucking, watching how his pretty eyes screw shut.Â
and itâs all the encouragement you need to keep going, taking more and more of him into your mouth until he hits the very back of your throat. youâre not even halfway.
âf-fuck, schatje.âÂ
youâre not sure what it means, but you love the way that it falls from his lips.
joost digs his nails into the mattress behind him, needing to lean back and brace himself on his hands just to feel as though heâs still in control of himself. short, strangled huffs fly from his noise, his tummy all tense and cramping, as small beads of sweat start to gather along his hairline.Â
maybe thereâs a joke to be made about a singer being so good with their mouth, but he doesnât know, he canât seem to think with your lips wrapped around him like this. maybe youâre too good at this, bobbing your head as you try to take as much of his as you possibly can, gagging, and using your hands to reach what you canât fit.Â
he reaches forward to cup your face, the pad of his thumb stroking your cheek, wiping away some of the spit from your chin before carefully pulling your hair free from the bun that itâs in. he wouldnât even know where to begin if you were to have asked him why, so heâs glad that you donât. he just needs to hold you in any way that he can.Â
you feel him lace his fingers through your hair, scratching at your scalp and tugging on your roots every time that you try to push yourself a little further down onto him. itâs really not too hard to tell that heâs holding himself back every time that he does, because his hands are trembling, and as soon as heâs caught his breath, heâs smoothing the messed-up strands back down.Â
his head tips forward as his spine slowly curls in; heâs almost hugging your head to him as he whimpers out your name as though itâs some kind of prayer.Â
âfuck, wait wait wait, schat, wait.â Â
you let him go with a little âpop!â. thereâs just a few too many tears welled up behind your waterlines to fully see the fucked-out look on his face, and your throatâs too spent to then speak without your voice cracking. âeverything okay?â
joost can only laugh, canât he? as he pulls you up into another kiss by the hold that he still has on your face. âyeahâŠi justâŠi was getting really close.â and then his hands move up to catch the last of the tears in your eyes. âare you?âÂ
you merely shrug, trying to stifle a small cough. âmy throat hurts a little.â
and itâs only because of that, that he finally pulls back, turning around and stretching to reach the bottle of water that he remembers seeing laying on a pillow behind him. itâs open but hardly touched, and something that he insists on holding for you as you take a few sips.Â
âbetter?â Â he doesnât put it down until you nod, and then heâs taking your hands in his to help you stand. a small part of his heart starts to sink at the sight of the sore, red scuff marks on each of your knees. âswap with me, itâs your turn.â
you donât hesitate.Â
as joost moves in turn with you, rising to his feet just to give you the room that you need to take his seat, you lay yourself down across the bed, propping yourself up and resting on your elbows. you watch him stumble trying to kick off his boxers and jeans before settling in between your legs, and you donât mean to hold your breath for as long as you do when he gently pushes your t-shirt up. you hadnât bothered to put on any underwear; thereâs already a faint coating of your slick stuck to the very inside of your thighs.
itâs the accumulation of the effect that heâs had on you all night, and it renders him fucking speechless. because even as heâs taking you in his grasp and hooking each of your legs over his shoulders, heâs silent, simply staring, losing all of the colour in his eyes to just how wide his pupils dilate. as he flattens his tongue against you and licks a solid stripe up your centre, you hear him take a big deep breath in, taking in your scent.Â
âzo lekkerâŠâÂ
and you donât get to ask him what it means before youâre suddenly squirming as he grins into you. his hands move to press down against your stomach when your hips buck up from off the bed, forcing you to still despite how heâs sucking on your clit as though itâs some sort of lifeline, and heâll die if he doesnât. between that and how he keeps pulling away every few minutes only to blow his cold breath along you, through your folds and laughing at how it makes you shiver, you really donât stand a chance, do you?
fresh tears spring to your eyes again. with every sharp breath, your tummy caves in on itself a little more. you almost wish that heâd stop moaning at the sheer, sweet taste of you on his tongue, bumping his nose against you as he delves in a little deeper and laps you up, because itâs too much. every vibration sends another jolt up the length of your spine, and your thighs press together around his head.Â
âjesusâŠ.fuck, joost.â  the words come out all strained and fragmented. youâre very quickly forgetting how to breathe.Â
âfuck, i like that.â Â he lifts his head up to wipe the wetness from his chin and see for himself the utter state that heâd gotten you in. how your chest is heaving, your face all wrinkly and screwed up with your cheeks just a tad tear-stained. âyou should say my name again.â
you all but scream it when his lips wrap around your clit again and refuses to let go.Â
clammy hands knot themselves in his hair and pull, and unlike him, you wouldnât have been able to hold yourself back even if you wanted to. every muscle that lies underneath your skin starts to lock up, cramping, almost turning to stone as you writhe against his mouth. his hands on you arenât enough to keep you steady anymore; your back is arching up off the bed as he moves his grip down to hold your hips instead.Â
you try to push off the mattress â feet digging into the fabric. joost is relentless as he eats you alive, and itâs only by instinct that youâre trying to crawl away. thereâs a feeling bubbling up that you just donât know what to do with, one thatâs making you clench around his tongue as you watch him through wet lashes, all starrey-eyed.
âj-joost, fuck, i donâtâŠ.i, i fucking, i canât. oh my god.â
his hold you grows a little stiffer, and he yanks you back down onto his mouth when you manage to wiggle away just a bit.Â
âi got you, baby. itâs okay. gonna make you feel so good.â
âjoost!â
its when he sucks on your clit again that you cum for the first time, isnât it? something inside of you snaps, your whole body contorting as you shake, and it well and truly wrecks you beyond all recognition. because as joost sits back on his knees and you drip from his nose all the way down to his chest, youâre curling in on yourself as you struggle to gasp for air.Â
piece by piece it feels as though youâre dissolving right into the mattress beneath you, your eyelids heavy and starting to droop. it means that it hardly registers when joost crawls his way up to you and sits just beside your head, brushing the sweat-soaked strands of your hair away and out of your face.
âstill with me, schatje?â Â his voice isnât much higher than a whisper.
âmmhm.â  you hum as you slowly roll over onto your back, gazing up at him half-lidded and leaning into the soft touch of his hand still stroking through your hair. âjust a littleâŠgone. that wasâŠwow.â
if you could see the look in his eyes, youâd surely blush under the weight of it. âwe donât have to keep going. if youâre too tired, we can sleep. itâs okay.â
âno, no iâm fine i justâŠcan i get some more water please?â
its only after helping you to sit up with him that he holds the bottle to your lips again, with a large, warm palm still cradling your face. and when a dribble of it starts to fall from your bottom lip, he wipes it away on the tip of his thumb, before taking a small gulp himself. Â
âthen letâs go a little slower, ok? and to be honest, i really donât think iâm gonna last that long, anyway.â
you simply nod, smiling at him just enough for it to reach your tired eyes. âyeah, that sounds nice. i donât evenâŠâ  and then you lay back down amongst the pillows, beckoning him over with just a small wave of your hand. âi donât want anything crazy, i justâŠi want to feel you for a while.â
as soon as joostâs on you, your legs are wrapping around his waist and pulling him down, fingers stretching into the white-blond of his hair as you latch onto him by the nape of his neck. his inked arms are holding himself up by his hands pinned on either side of your head. they start to shake as soon as you start to grind against his cock, whining into his mouth. you can still taste yourself on his tongue â feel that heâs still twitching.Â
âyouâre really gonna kill me, schat.â
joost shifts slightly; he reaches down and lines himself up, collapsing a little into the curve of your neck as he hisses. because youâre just so warm, arenât you? and moulding to his shape with every inch that he eases in, fluttering around his length and squeezing.
itâs just that you can feel him everywhere. every time you think that heâs finally bottomed out, he keeps on pushing until he settles into a gentle rocking of his hips. beside you, his knuckles turn a faint shade of white, and you can hear the low baritone of his breathy little groans inside your ear. it doesnât even compare to what you were imagining earlier.Â
the feeling of him on top of you, weighing you down as he pecks, kissing along the dip of your shoulder. the way that heâs being so ridiculously gentle as he fucks you exactly how you asked him to, his strokes slow yet still deep enough to leave you reeling. at first it has you gasping, mewling, as your nails carve neat lines down the pale skin of his back, but then your jaw goes all slack and you can only babble out soft prayers in your own language.Â
âhow do you feel, baby? you feeling good?â he lifts his head to look at you, beaming at the teary, cock-drunk look in your eyes.Â
you really are just so pretty like this, arenât you? hair sprawled out across the pillows, nose all scrunched, and your shirt bunched up around your midriff high enough to expose the bulging of your tummy with each one of his slow thrusts. maybe you werenât just a marvel, maybe youâre actually a lot more than that to him now â maybe youâre greatest thing that heâs ever fucking seen.
âso, so good, joostâŠ.fuck.â  the praise came out as more of a cry than anything else, catching in your throat.Â
and it feels a little different than before when you feel that knot inside of you start to twist again. itâs tender, quieter, still enough to have you quivering beneath him because youâre still just so sensitive from the last one. goosebumps prick up along the skin of your arms as your sight turns a little blurry around the edges; the only thing strong enough to keep you anchored to the room is the hand on your hip, kneading the soft flesh.Â
he knows that youâre close, doesnât he?
 he knows that he is, too.
âthink you can give me one more?â
you canât even nod before it happens, stealing your voice, turning you limp as your eyes roll far back inside your head. itâs delirium. your whole body convulses for a moment; your nails dig crescent shapes into the muscle of his biceps as your ears ring too loud for you to really hear his own whimpering of your name.Â
he tips his head forward as he cums, resting his forehead against yours, taking in and memorising every soft little detail of your face. thereâs a faint voice in the back of his head telling him that he might not ever see it again, at least not like this. it really scares him, doesnât it?
and itâs only because he knows that he has to, that joost then finds the strength to pull out once youâve had a minute or two to ground yourself. you both canât help but hiss at the feeling of it, even such a brief touch now far too much for either of you to bear anymore.Â
youâre scooped up into his arms before he rolls, tugging you up to lay flat across his chest as he settles to rest on his back. with your cheek pressed firmly against him, you can hear his heartbeat, a little elevated but steady, threatening to lull you to sleep as his palms caress up and down your spine. itâs all too warm, too safe; you lose the fight of trying to keep your eyes open for another moment longer.Â
âyou donât have to stay, you know. itâs okay.â
the way that joost frowns at that is immediate, and he brings a hand up to gently tuck a few strands of fallen hair back behind your ear. âwhy wouldnât i want to stay?â
you just shrug against him, nuzzling yourself further into his chest. âi donât know, they normally donât.âÂ
heâs quick to rebuttal. âwell what if i wanted to?â
and it's almost lazy how you then drag your head up to face him, resting your chin on his sternum. for as sweet as his smile is, you can see that it doesnât really reach his eyes fully â thereâs something a little sad in the way that he gazes at you, hugging you to him a little tighter as he does.
âeven in all the mess?âÂ
thereâs a puddle of something, of one of you or maybe a mixture of the two seeping into the sheets beside him. youâre both still painfully sticky, still covered in a thick layer of sweat that the stuffy air around you is only exacerbating, and laying on top of the covers instead of underneath them.Â
the thought of his clean, untouched bed back at his own hotel doesnât even cross his mind. only a quick, cold shower with you does, if either of you can find the willpower for that.Â
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tw- smut, blowjob, switch!joost / kind of domjoost? he gets a bit subby at the end though.
-vaugely based on what he said in bogotĂĄ "im not as submissive as you think" yada yada. massive thanks to my lovely friend juno for giving me the idea (and the bones!) for this fic!! <3
mdni, this fic contains 18+ material.
enjoy!
Both of you are in your hotel room after his show, both of you incredibly horny for each other after the exhilarating show. Typically youâre the one to tease him, and he goes along without complaints. But today heâs decided to do things differently. âBe careful with the teasing, baby. You might regret it after weâre done.â He says with a grin. âIâm sure I will.â you respond. âLike I said earlier, Iâm not as submissive as you people think,â your hand is snaking down to tease him over his pants. âNuh-uh. On your knees, schatje.â His voice is low as his hands unbutton his jeans, the skirt he had on previously was now long gone.
You do as he says, watching as his dick springs out of his boxers. You get to work right away, licking his slit teasingly before taking more of him into your mouth. A small groan leaves his mouth before he can completely stifle it.
You try to take him slowly, working your mouth around his length slowly. His big hand grabs your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail while simultaneously pushing you further down on his dick.
Youâd be lying if you said you didnât find him talking down to you like this hot. Quickly, he pushes your head back, still on your knees, you look up at him curiously. Heâs got that damn grin on his face. âNot hearing much from you, schatje,â he tries to say before being interrupted by you âKinda hard to talk with your cock down my throat, yanno?â you interrupt him.
Heâs pushing you on and off of his length rapidly, your face pressed to his bush every time he guides you back down on his length. âFuck, your mouth is perfect,â he groans. âI'm almost there already, you see what you do to me?â The need in his voice shows you how close he really is.
The pace of his guidance speeds up as he gets closer, his hands clutching the sides of your head a bit harder as his release draws near. He finally cums into your mouth with a fatigued whine, looking down at you with an expression like heâs just run a marathon.
âYou did so well baby.â He says, helping you off your knees and giving you a kiss before collapsing backward onto the bed. âSo much for being ânot so submissiveâ there at the end huh?â You giggle, crawling onto the bed with him. âHey, you know what you do to me. Itâs unfair.â He retorts, smiling back at you as he squeezes you tighter in his arms.
tw- smut, blowjob, switch!joost / kind of domjoost? he gets a bit subby at the end though.
-vaugely based on what he said in bogotĂĄ "im not as submissive as you think" yada yada. massive thanks to my lovely friend juno for giving me the idea (and the bones!) for this fic!! <3
mdni, this fic contains 18+ material.
enjoy!
Both of you are in your hotel room after his show, both of you incredibly horny for each other after the exhilarating show. Typically youâre the one to tease him, and he goes along without complaints. But today heâs decided to do things differently. âBe careful with the teasing, baby. You might regret it after weâre done.â He says with a grin. âIâm sure I will.â you respond. âLike I said earlier, Iâm not as submissive as you people think,â your hand is snaking down to tease him over his pants. âNuh-uh. On your knees, schatje.â His voice is low as his hands unbutton his jeans, the skirt he had on previously was now long gone.
You do as he says, watching as his dick springs out of his boxers. You get to work right away, licking his slit teasingly before taking more of him into your mouth. A small groan leaves his mouth before he can completely stifle it.
You try to take him slowly, working your mouth around his length slowly. His big hand grabs your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail while simultaneously pushing you further down on his dick.
Youâd be lying if you said you didnât find him talking down to you like this hot. Quickly, he pushes your head back, still on your knees, you look up at him curiously. Heâs got that damn grin on his face. âNot hearing much from you, schatje,â he tries to say before being interrupted by you âKinda hard to talk with your cock down my throat, yanno?â you interrupt him.
Heâs pushing you on and off of his length rapidly, your face pressed to his bush every time he guides you back down on his length. âFuck, your mouth is perfect,â he groans. âI'm almost there already, you see what you do to me?â The need in his voice shows you how close he really is.
The pace of his guidance speeds up as he gets closer, his hands clutching the sides of your head a bit harder as his release draws near. He finally cums into your mouth with a fatigued whine, looking down at you with an expression like heâs just run a marathon.
âYou did so well baby.â He says, helping you off your knees and giving you a kiss before collapsing backward onto the bed. âSo much for being ânot so submissiveâ there at the end huh?â You giggle, crawling onto the bed with him. âHey, you know what you do to me. Itâs unfair.â He retorts, smiling back at you as he squeezes you tighter in his arms.