noot

- That top is so sheer in stage lighting I thought he was rawdogging the vest

- Speaking of the fit, his ass was SO FAT in the jeans

- He called Parsa/DJ Chool the best DJ ever (aka Joostilicious stays canon)

- When he asked people to stop using their phones and just be in the moment he said that he’ll cry backstage if we don’t obey lol

⸝⸝ overstimulation — joost klein

content warning | nsfw !! mdni !! RPF , fem!reader , joost giving faux sympathy , sub!reader , softdom!joost

your body feels heavy and shaky beneath joost, the sheets sticking to your back as he keeps you under him. he moves slow and steady, hips rolling forward in a rhythm that never seems to end. even though your thighs keep twitching from how many times you have already cum tonight, he stays buried inside you. his cock drags thick through your swollen walls, pressing deep with every thrust, the head rubbing against that spot that makes your breath catch every single time. sweat clings to both of you, and his body brushes yours with each movement, warm and solid.

“you’re shaking again,” he says quietly, voice low and close to your ear. his hand stays gentle on your hip, thumb rubbing small circles into your skin while the other rests near your face. “but you still feel so good around me.”

you try to answer but the words come out broken when he pushes in again, deeper this time, grinding slow at the end of the thrust. “joost, it’s too much already,” you manage, voice hoarse. “..too much.”

he kisses your cheek, soft and careful, then presses his forehead to yours. “i know, baby. i can feel it.” his voice stays calm even as his cock twitches inside you, still hard. “just let me stay like this a little longer. you feel too good to stop, schat.”

your walls clench around him without meaning to, and he groans quietly, the sound low in his throat. his hips keep that same steady pace, each thrust deliberate, dragging through your slick cunt with wet sounds that fill the room. your breath catches again when he grinds against your clit on the next push, and your hand grips his shoulder tighter.

“joost, please,” you whimper, legs trembling hard around his hips. “’m still so sensitive.”

“i know,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “but please, i need to feel you cum again. just one more.” his tone is gentle, almost apologetic, but his hips never slow. he keeps fucking you in that same careful rhythm, deep and unhurried, making sure you feel every inch of him.

your orgasm builds slower this time, creeping up through your overstimulated body until it crashes over you, hard. your back arches off the bed as your cunt pulses around him, slick gushing out around his cock with every spasm. “ah– ahh, fuck, i’m cumming again!” you sob, voice cracking, thighs shaking violently around his hips.

joost groans low, hips stuttering for just a second before he forces himself back into that same steady pace, fucking you through it. “that’s it,” he whispers against your lips. “you’re so good for me. so fucking perfect.”

he doesn’t pull out when your body finally starts to relax. instead he stays inside you, rocking forward slow and careful, and you can feel him getting even harder. your walls flutter around him again despite how wrecked you feel, and another broken sound slips from your throat when he grinds deep.

“joost, joost please- i can’t,” you breathe, pushing weakly at his chest. “it’s too much.”

he catches your hand gently, pressing it back into the pillow beside your head. “i know it is,” he says, voice soft. “but you still feel so good… c-can’t stop yet.” his hips keep moving, each thrust measured and deep, dragging over that same sensitive spot inside you until your breath starts coming in short gasps again.

tears well in your eyes as your fourth orgasm hits harder than the last, your whole body locking up as your poor overstimulated cunt spasms around him, slick dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets. this time you couldn't even give him a warning, crying out little ah-ah!’s as you cry out, voice raw, legs kicking weakly against him.

he groans again, low and rough, but his pace stays gentle, fucking you through every pulse. “good, so so good f’me,” he whispers, kissing your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your eye where tears slip down. “you’re doing so good. just let it happen.”

your body keeps twitching under him even after the orgasm fades, overstimulated and sensitive, but he doesn’t stop. his cock stays buried deep, moving in that same steady rhythm, and you can feel him getting closer to the edge even though he’s trying to hold back. your walls clench around him again, and he makes a broken sound against your neck.

“just one more, schatje. just one more. i promise.” the words are soft on his lips, sweet and gentle, because you both know he won’t stop. he can’t. he needs to keep fucking you, needs to keep making you cum, until you’re nothing but a wrecked, sobbing mess beneath him.

⚠️ FLASHING LIGHTS ⚠️

Joost and Bram busting out that hakken for Buurman uit Berlijn

I’m gonna post this without any context lol enjoy!

Joost live in Vienna 10.06.2026

singers ↳ ariana grande x fem!reader

synopsis ↳ when before a press conference, president grande asks you to do a favor for her which involves you underneath her desk eating her out while she does paperwork and trying to keep her composure 

genre: ↳ wlw, 18+, smut, non-celebrity x non-celebrity, presidential au

featuring: ↳ president!ariana grande x secretary!reader ↳ victoria monet, courtney chiplone, justin bieber, selena gomez, etc

warnings / notes: ↳ request ↳ MEN AND MINORS DNI, cunnlingus, sub!reader, oral, dom!lariana, public sex (kinda), fingering  ↳ 914 words, kinda short ngl ↳ please do not copy, translate or repost any of my works anywhere.

The West Wing was a pressure cooker that morning—international press, a leaked memo, Senators breathing down Ariana’s neck, and her whole administration was one headline away from catching on fire again. 

You’d been up since 4 a.m. preparing her briefing folders, not because she demanded it, but because you knew the tiny crease between her brows meant she hadn’t slept either. 

summary: reader is done waiting for their roommate to make the first move and takes things into their own hands to solve their sexual frustration

perv!roommate!joost x reader part 2

sequel to this story

Content Warnings: 18+ RPF SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, penetrative sex, exhibition kink mentioned, begging, teasing, dom!joost, fingering, edging, overstimulation, nipple play, clothed/completely nude sex, hands free orgasm

reader is completely gender neutral and have no described genitalia, joost fucks them and stimulates their g/p-spot inside, so it can go either way depending on your fancy.

word count: 2059

a/n: this part is in reader's POV i hoped to make their POVs sound distinct, and not like the same narrator. idk if it came across well. I gave this a quick proof read and spell check in my word processor but nothing else.

thank you to @klik0bak and @derwf for proof reading this for me. genuinely Could Not bring myself to do it. i still really dont like this one but i'm grateful for the help. 🙏🙏🙏

⸝⸝ overstimulation — joost klein

content warning | nsfw !! mdni !! RPF , fem!reader , joost giving faux sympathy , sub!reader , softdom!joost

your body feels heavy and shaky beneath joost, the sheets sticking to your back as he keeps you under him. he moves slow and steady, hips rolling forward in a rhythm that never seems to end. even though your thighs keep twitching from how many times you have already cum tonight, he stays buried inside you. his cock drags thick through your swollen walls, pressing deep with every thrust, the head rubbing against that spot that makes your breath catch every single time. sweat clings to both of you, and his body brushes yours with each movement, warm and solid.

“you’re shaking again,” he says quietly, voice low and close to your ear. his hand stays gentle on your hip, thumb rubbing small circles into your skin while the other rests near your face. “but you still feel so good around me.”

you try to answer but the words come out broken when he pushes in again, deeper this time, grinding slow at the end of the thrust. “joost, it’s too much already,” you manage, voice hoarse. “..too much.”

he kisses your cheek, soft and careful, then presses his forehead to yours. “i know, baby. i can feel it.” his voice stays calm even as his cock twitches inside you, still hard. “just let me stay like this a little longer. you feel too good to stop, schat.”

your walls clench around him without meaning to, and he groans quietly, the sound low in his throat. his hips keep that same steady pace, each thrust deliberate, dragging through your slick cunt with wet sounds that fill the room. your breath catches again when he grinds against your clit on the next push, and your hand grips his shoulder tighter.

“joost, please,” you whimper, legs trembling hard around his hips. “’m still so sensitive.”

“i know,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “but please, i need to feel you cum again. just one more.” his tone is gentle, almost apologetic, but his hips never slow. he keeps fucking you in that same careful rhythm, deep and unhurried, making sure you feel every inch of him.

your orgasm builds slower this time, creeping up through your overstimulated body until it crashes over you, hard. your back arches off the bed as your cunt pulses around him, slick gushing out around his cock with every spasm. “ah– ahh, fuck, i’m cumming again!” you sob, voice cracking, thighs shaking violently around his hips.

joost groans low, hips stuttering for just a second before he forces himself back into that same steady pace, fucking you through it. “that’s it,” he whispers against your lips. “you’re so good for me. so fucking perfect.”

he doesn’t pull out when your body finally starts to relax. instead he stays inside you, rocking forward slow and careful, and you can feel him getting even harder. your walls flutter around him again despite how wrecked you feel, and another broken sound slips from your throat when he grinds deep.

“joost, joost please- i can’t,” you breathe, pushing weakly at his chest. “it’s too much.”

he catches your hand gently, pressing it back into the pillow beside your head. “i know it is,” he says, voice soft. “but you still feel so good… c-can’t stop yet.” his hips keep moving, each thrust measured and deep, dragging over that same sensitive spot inside you until your breath starts coming in short gasps again.

tears well in your eyes as your fourth orgasm hits harder than the last, your whole body locking up as your poor overstimulated cunt spasms around him, slick dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets. this time you couldn't even give him a warning, crying out little ah-ah!’s as you cry out, voice raw, legs kicking weakly against him.

he groans again, low and rough, but his pace stays gentle, fucking you through every pulse. “good, so so good f’me,” he whispers, kissing your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your eye where tears slip down. “you’re doing so good. just let it happen.”

your body keeps twitching under him even after the orgasm fades, overstimulated and sensitive, but he doesn’t stop. his cock stays buried deep, moving in that same steady rhythm, and you can feel him getting closer to the edge even though he’s trying to hold back. your walls clench around him again, and he makes a broken sound against your neck.

“just one more, schatje. just one more. i promise.” the words are soft on his lips, sweet and gentle, because you both know he won’t stop. he can’t. he needs to keep fucking you, needs to keep making you cum, until you’re nothing but a wrecked, sobbing mess beneath him.

​I’m just want to ask some major domestic fluff with Ariana and a reader who is basically her #1 fan in the most supportive way. They live together and have that peak 'established relationship' energy.

The reader actually studied singing for years when she was a kid, so she has a great ear for vocals and melodies, but she’s no clue when it comes to the technical side of music.​ So, even though she understands the 'art' of it, watching Ari in her home studio makes her feel like a kid in a candy store. She’s just mesmerized by the technicality of what Ari does, the arrangements, the percussion, the mixing, it’s all pure magic to her. ​

I'm picturing is Ari working late in the studio, totally in the zone, and she catches the reader just staring at her with total heart eyes. Ari finds it so precious that she pulls the reader onto her lap to show her exactly what she's mixing. The reader just starts gushing about how proud she is and how Ari is the most talented person alive and saying all the soft things about her and her career and Ari gets all shy and soft because of the praise. It's just a cute moment. Thank you so much! <3

"Held In Harmony"

ariana grande x female reader

A quiet, loving moment shared between the two of you, where music and affection blend into a tender embrace.w

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You’re curled up on the couch in your shared apartment, the soft hum of Ariana’s home studio filling the space. She’s been working late again, completely immersed in the sea of buttons, knobs, and screens that make up her creative sanctuary. You’ve always admired her passion, but tonight, watching her navigate the technical side of music with such ease feels like witnessing pure magic.

You lean forward, eyes wide and sparkling, completely captivated. The way she tweaks the percussion, layers the harmonies, and adjusts the mixing, it’s like she’s painting a masterpiece with sound. You don’t fully understand the technical jargon, but you feel every beat in your heart.

Ariana glances up and catches your gaze. A slow smile spreads across her face, and without missing a beat, she pats her lap invitingly. “Come here,” she says softly.

You don’t hesitate. Sliding off the couch, you settle into her lap, arms wrapping around her waist as she pulls up the mixing board on the screen. She points out the layers she’s working on, explaining little details in her usual humble way.

You can’t help but gush, your voice thick with pride. “Babe, you’re honestly the most talented person I’ve ever known. Watching you do this… It’s like you’re bending sound to your will. I’m so proud of you. Every note, every beat, it’s perfect, just like you.”

Ariana’s cheeks flush a soft pink, and she nuzzles her head against your temple. “You always know how to make me feel like a million bucks,” she murmurs, voice low and warm.

You smile into her hair, heart full. “That’s because you are. And I’m just lucky enough to get to watch you shine.”

The night stretches on, but in that little bubble of shared warmth and admiration, time feels like a gentle melody, steady, sweet, and endlessly comforting.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾. 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿-𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌.

... "𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩?" 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥.

"𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘺. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴.

𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍. 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗒 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾. 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅.

"𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿. "𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌. 𝗆𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍.

"𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍..𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁?" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒.

"𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒. 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍.

"𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍.

⸝⸝ overstimulation — joost klein

content warning | nsfw !! mdni !! RPF , fem!reader , joost giving faux sympathy , sub!reader , softdom!joost

your body feels heavy and shaky beneath joost, the sheets sticking to your back as he keeps you under him. he moves slow and steady, hips rolling forward in a rhythm that never seems to end. even though your thighs keep twitching from how many times you have already cum tonight, he stays buried inside you. his cock drags thick through your swollen walls, pressing deep with every thrust, the head rubbing against that spot that makes your breath catch every single time. sweat clings to both of you, and his body brushes yours with each movement, warm and solid.

“you’re shaking again,” he says quietly, voice low and close to your ear. his hand stays gentle on your hip, thumb rubbing small circles into your skin while the other rests near your face. “but you still feel so good around me.”

you try to answer but the words come out broken when he pushes in again, deeper this time, grinding slow at the end of the thrust. “joost, it’s too much already,” you manage, voice hoarse. “..too much.”

he kisses your cheek, soft and careful, then presses his forehead to yours. “i know, baby. i can feel it.” his voice stays calm even as his cock twitches inside you, still hard. “just let me stay like this a little longer. you feel too good to stop, schat.”

your walls clench around him without meaning to, and he groans quietly, the sound low in his throat. his hips keep that same steady pace, each thrust deliberate, dragging through your slick cunt with wet sounds that fill the room. your breath catches again when he grinds against your clit on the next push, and your hand grips his shoulder tighter.

“joost, please,” you whimper, legs trembling hard around his hips. “’m still so sensitive.”

“i know,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “but please, i need to feel you cum again. just one more.” his tone is gentle, almost apologetic, but his hips never slow. he keeps fucking you in that same careful rhythm, deep and unhurried, making sure you feel every inch of him.

your orgasm builds slower this time, creeping up through your overstimulated body until it crashes over you, hard. your back arches off the bed as your cunt pulses around him, slick gushing out around his cock with every spasm. “ah– ahh, fuck, i’m cumming again!” you sob, voice cracking, thighs shaking violently around his hips.

joost groans low, hips stuttering for just a second before he forces himself back into that same steady pace, fucking you through it. “that’s it,” he whispers against your lips. “you’re so good for me. so fucking perfect.”

he doesn’t pull out when your body finally starts to relax. instead he stays inside you, rocking forward slow and careful, and you can feel him getting even harder. your walls flutter around him again despite how wrecked you feel, and another broken sound slips from your throat when he grinds deep.

“joost, joost please- i can’t,” you breathe, pushing weakly at his chest. “it’s too much.”

he catches your hand gently, pressing it back into the pillow beside your head. “i know it is,” he says, voice soft. “but you still feel so good… c-can’t stop yet.” his hips keep moving, each thrust measured and deep, dragging over that same sensitive spot inside you until your breath starts coming in short gasps again.

tears well in your eyes as your fourth orgasm hits harder than the last, your whole body locking up as your poor overstimulated cunt spasms around him, slick dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets. this time you couldn't even give him a warning, crying out little ah-ah!’s as you cry out, voice raw, legs kicking weakly against him.

he groans again, low and rough, but his pace stays gentle, fucking you through every pulse. “good, so so good f’me,” he whispers, kissing your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your eye where tears slip down. “you’re doing so good. just let it happen.”

your body keeps twitching under him even after the orgasm fades, overstimulated and sensitive, but he doesn’t stop. his cock stays buried deep, moving in that same steady rhythm, and you can feel him getting closer to the edge even though he’s trying to hold back. your walls clench around him again, and he makes a broken sound against your neck.

“just one more, schatje. just one more. i promise.” the words are soft on his lips, sweet and gentle, because you both know he won’t stop. he can’t. he needs to keep fucking you, needs to keep making you cum, until you’re nothing but a wrecked, sobbing mess beneath him.

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