who tf is mr. klein???

Joost had some strange habits. You'd been dating for a while and you were used to most of them, except for one: he was way too secretive at times. You didn't push, but deep inside it bothered you. A lot. There was one thing in particular that you couldn’t let go. Each month, there were always one or two days where he'd be away from you, even when he wasn't touring, recording or doing anything in particular. Normally you wouldn't mind. After all, couples didn't have to be together 24/7, and you certainly appreciated your own personal space, too. However, Joost wasn't really himself those days. He'd either be inexplicably grumpy or irritable, and if he stayed ‘too long’ according to him, he'd straight up start panicking and leave in a hurry. 

You didn't understand what caused it. The shift in behaviour had always been so sudden - his usual sweet self one day, then sour the next. At this point your mind had flipped through every possible scenario. What was he keeping from you? Was he scared of something? Cheating on you? Secret third option? You never gave him a reason not to trust you, yet this still happened every single month. All that was left was confronting him.

The next opportune moment was when Joost was at your place, in your bed, hugging you tightly after some amazing sex. His body slightly clung to yours from the sweat, but you didn't mind. 

“Hey babe, can I ask you something?” You craned your neck and turned to see him better. Joost’s pale blond eyelashes fluttered as he met your gaze, every inch of his body making contact with yours, as meant to be.

“Yes, schat?” His voice was a bit raspy from sex. He was so comfortable and handsome, you had to remind yourself to stay on track. That puppylike look he gave you was rather hard to resist, though.

“I noticed that you deliberately avoid me sometimes, and I wonder if I did something wrong?” You sighed, mentally preparing yourself for a difficult conversation.

“No, no, baby. You never done anything wrong.” The blond cooed, smoothing his large palms over your cheeks, his touch lingering on your skin.

“Then why do you shut me out completely?” You sounded a lot more accusatory than you may have intended, the long suppressed hurt coming to the surface. Joost’s eyes widened, looking even more like a kicked puppy now as he realised just how much this had been affecting you.

“I… don't know.” Lies. He knew exactly why but he was scared to tell you. You knew him well enough to be able to spot that.

“Bullshit!” You snapped, aggressively pushing your body upright and stared him down. “Goddamnit, if there's someone else just tell me so we don't waste each other’s time anymore!” 

“Schat, schat!” Joost protested, sitting up as well and gently gripped your shoulders. “There is nobody else, only you! I am not cheating on you, I promise!” The same kind of panic settled on your boyfriend's face as when he was doing The Thing… the Thing you still had no explanation for. So what was he hiding?

“Then what is it? What happens at least once every single month that you panic and leave without saying a word?” You pressed on, insistent on finding out. Joost opened and closed his mouth a few times, his lips quivering wordlessly before finally blurting out something. 

“Baby, if I told you, you wouldn't believe me.”

“Try me.” You interrupted him, having thrown patience out the window a while ago. 

Joost hesitated again, his internal battle written all over his face. It's not that he didn't want to be honest with you. It's just that the truth was most likely painful and he didn't want to hurt you even more. 

“I'm a werewolf.” Joost gulped as the words finally left his mouth. You let out an angry scoff and shook your head even as you heard his voice crack in his confession. 

“If you don't stop your stupid jokes right now!”

“I'm not joking.” Now it was his turn to interrupt you and it finally clicked. He was actually being honest. “I leave before every full moon because I don't want you to see the monster I turn into… and because it's harder to control it and I don't want to hurt you.” There was an odd sense of warmth and care in Joost's voice, the kind that made your heart melt… even if for just one moment. 

“Prove it.” 

“What?” The blond’s eyebrows crinkled deeply, like when he was trying to focus without his glasses. He'd just poured his heart out to you, spilling one of his deepest secrets. At first you dismissed him and now you were challenging him?

“Yeah, you heard me. Prove it. Turn for me right now.” Joost blinked at you, flabbergasted. You weren't freaking out. You heard everything loud and clear, and wanted evidence that he wasn't bluffing.

“But I'm literally a big, hairy, drooling monster when I –” 

“I don't care!” You snapped, and had to stop yourself from getting too carried away, lowering your voice. “I want to see you. All of you.” You finally took the blond’s hands into your own, offering him some comfort. “Besides, you can't just drop a literal fairytale bombshell on me and then not show me, come on!”

Joost loosened up a bit at your joke, chuckling softly as his hands gave yours a light squeeze. He even lifted them up and pressed a smooch on each, his moustache tickling your skin.

“Are you really sure about this?” He asked, eyes soft and full of love as he focused on you.

“Yes, I want to see you, fur and all.” You nodded, giving him an encouraging smile.

“Okay… alright…” Joost exhaled, reluctantly letting your hands go, feeling strangely empty without their warmth. “But if it gets too much just tell me, ja? At any point. I'll stop and turn back.”

“Yessir.” You gave him a playful salute, keeping it light-hearted even though in the back of your mind you were starting to doubt whether this was a good idea.

Joost cleared his throat and stood from the bed, taking a few steps back and just awkwardly lingered there for a second. He'd never had any audience when he turned, and doing it in front of the person he loved the most was giving him something akin to stage fright. He rubbed the nape of his neck, clearing his throat a few more times before stretching his neck and arms a bit, as if warming up before a workout. Your pulse raced as well, the anticipation killing you. When he opened his eyes they were glowing like pale gold headlights in the night. You went quiet. Observing. Awestruck. Maybe even forgot to breathe for a second. Then you heard his bones shift, the cracking sound so piercingly loud it made you recoil and clutch the blanket. You pressed your eyelids tightly together, your face scrunching up sympathetically. You weren't even the one undergoing such a difficult physical transformation, yet you almost felt the pain that came with it. 

“Open your eyes.” After some moments of silence, the familiar, beloved voice echoed in your brain, bringing you back to reality. 

And you obliged, slowly and carefully, ready to face the unknown. Joost’s eyes were still glowing, so much so that they illuminated his face on their own. He was covered in thick white hairs dispersed in a sea of gold and strawberry blond, just like his human hairs. He had big, pointy ears, massive canines peeking out of his mouth… and claws. Sharp, thick claws. The type that could tear your weak human flesh apart with one strike.

Your body had relaxed after the initial shock, but you remained speechless as your brain lagged behind. He looked absolutely gorgeous. You should've been scared shitless. Your boyfriend turned into a literal furry killing machine, yet you were actively marvelling at him. 

Joost's nose twitched and you heard him sniff loudly at the air like a goddamn puppy, except he was huge and so, so sexy. Wait, what?

“Seriously?” He sounded straight up offended in your mind as he caught the signature scent of arousal on you. “I’m out here anxious as fuck over turning in front of you and you’re getting horny?”

So you weren't hallucinating the first time. Joost was indeed speaking to you in your mind… and immediately caught you being naughty. You hadn’t even fully processed the events, but subconsciously you already wanted to fuck him.  

“Oh my god, you can read my mind?” You blinked and stared in disbelief, and your boyfriend just sighed - a single, long puff of air through his snout - before continuing to explain.

“Yes, we can connect our minds to communicate because it’s hard to speak when I’m wolfed out… also I can smell the horny on you.” Of course those heightened senses would catch the smallest change in your body. Potentially in your mind, too. 

It’s not like you could help it and it didn’t make sense to you either. Your beloved had just turned into some animal-human hybrid who could rip you to shreds. He probably drank blood and ate hearts for all you knew. That was a conversation for a different time, though. Right now your eyes lingered on every inch of his transformed body: the shiny hair, the long teeth and claws, the ears, the stronger jawline.

“Baby, I… I didn’t mean to minimise the situation. I’m sorry.” You sighed as your thoughts began to form some sort of order, sitting up. You reached towards Joost with both hands, grabbing his fuzzy paws lovingly. “I understand that this is hard for you and I thank you for opening up to me.” Your eyes twinkled with fondness as you held hands. Joost’s mouth curled into a pout with his canines peeking out and he cast his head down briefly, giving you a better view of his ears. The sight was so unexpectedly adorable, you wanted nothing more than to give him a big fat hug.

“You really think I’m hot like this?” He lifted his gaze again, the question posed shyly in your mind.

“You absolutely are, wolfje.” The nickname slipped out without thinking, and the look on Joost’s face was priceless. He flashed you a wide grin, baring razor-like rows of teeth but you didn’t mind. You thought it was the cutest and hottest thing ever. 

He finally inched closer to you, kneeling on the bed and hovering over you. You caught a whiff of him, taking in his changed scent. You couldn’t quite describe it: it was earthy and a little spicy, and quite intoxicating. You reached up, petting his cheeks on each side, wondering how you were supposed to kiss him like this before your lips clashed. It was the toothiest, sloppiest kiss you’ve ever had, Joost trying his best not to shove his much longer tongue down your throat. Your fingers dove into his hair while your other hand explored his furry upper body. The texture of the hairs was both silky and coarse in some parts. 

He let out little groans of what you assumed was pleasure, a low rumble bubbling deep within his chest. The sound only amplified when your fingers rubbed behind his ears, his own paws dragging along your body, careful not to scratch you. He was growing hard against your thigh, precum sticking to your skin. You could feel how much thicker he was in this form and your whole body quivered. Joost pulled away just enough to place a few slimy kisses along your jawline and neck, licking and cobbing at your pulse point. Somehow he knew exactly how careful he should be although you wanted it rougher.

As Joost continued down your chest and stomach, you grew a bit impatient. You just wanted to feel him inside you already. He scolded you lightly as he obliged, grabbing the lube from the nightstand and coating his thick cock generously. Your mouth watered at the sight and you wondered what it would be like to suck it. The cold lube yanked you back into reality as he teased your hole with his tip, already feeling dizzy as he entered you. Joost went slow, praising you with every inch you took before bottoming out, twitching inside you. Then, he began moving his hips, burying himself to the hilt in you with each thrust, making you see stars. Every stroke was deliberate and you felt so, so full. Your legs trembled as you flung them around his middle, bringing him even deeper into you. You whined, eyes closed, a few teardrops escaping from just how good he felt. Joost continued nosing and licking at the crook of your neck as he fucked into you, content growls escaping him. You’d never felt so close to him before. It was so different to how he fucked you as a human just hours ago: so much gentler yet with an underlying wildness.

It didn’t take long for either of you to cum. You threw your head back against the pillow as you moaned his name loudly, your whole body shaking beneath him. Joost followed shortly after, his length pulsing as he spilled deep inside you with a low, canine growl, pressing you into the mattress. Your senses were swimming and your body was floating. When you opened your eyes again, panting heavily from your amazing orgasm, Joost was human again.

“No…” You found yourself mumbling out loud enough for him to hear, pouting as you reached for the version of him that wasn’t there anymore.

“No?” Joost furrowed his brows and tilted his head in confusion, wearing that stupidly charming boyish grin you fell for years ago. taking your hands and kissing them.

“I wanted to see more of you, wolfje…” You whined, your palms squeezing his own as you nuzzled your face against his chest hair.

“I’m so sorry baby.” The blond cooed, pulling you in for a warm hug and smooching your forehead. “You will see so much more of me now that I know you like it. I promise. I turned back because I wanted to talk to you properly.” 

“I know, I just wasn’t expecting it to be so soon.” You sighed, appreciating his care as you wrapped your arms around him and took in his now human scent.