Hiiiii I absolutely love ur one shots especially the snoring or sucking one,so cute!!!!!!
Soooo I wanted to request a joostxreader where joost is tired from all his work and the reader is also tired from her work,so the reader decide to take turn in massaging each other but when it comes to joost turn to massage the reader,her back is very sensitive so she keeps moaning and it escalates into something more than a massage đ
Feel free to ignore this if u donât like it!!!!
Also I absolutely love when someone is crashing me with their weight so I like the massage scenario cause well heâs sitting on the reader back (idkđ)
NECESSARY TIREDNESS
pairing: joost klein x fem!reader
words count: 3,279
warnings: fluff, smut, spanking, dirty talking, fingering
description: just the request!!
authorâs note: I had to make it up to you somehow, and most importantly I had to start working of some requests (iâm sooooooooo slow).
thank you so much anon for this request and the compliments, i love youu!!! your freaky minds mirror mine, donât worry.
enjoy your reading!!! hope you like it, let me know what you think!
big kisses!
(sorry if there are grammatical errors, I tried my best, English is not my first language!!!đ)
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The book I had promised myself Iâd read -the one that had been buried in the old bookshelf of the apartment I shared with my boyfriend- ended up shamefully abandoned in the rumpled sheets, right next to the spot my body had occupied just seconds before I got up, lured by the sound of keys turning in the front door lock.
I tiptoed to the living room, peeking silently from the hallway and catching a glimpse of my boyfriendâs exhausted figure as he finally made it home.
He locked the door behind him and let out a curse under his breath, making me stifle a giggle as I tilted my head to watch him better: Baggy jeans, the heavy jacket, and the cap heâd been wearing constantly lately.
The scent of his arrival filled the house, that familiar smell that always managed to calm me, the one I found myself searching for everywhere and that I only ever truly rediscovered in our love nest.
His tired eyes landed on my hidden silhouette, and his face slowly gave way to a soft smile.
âHey, babyâ he murmured toward me, before setting the house keys down on the usual cabinet, shrugging off his heavy coat, and taking off the dark cap, as if even the fabric against his skin had started to bother him.
He was left in just his jeans and a plain black t-shirt, which you could tell from a mile away had survived the chaos of the music world.
It was a really stressful time for Joost: barely home, juggling the release of his new album, the tour, and a bunch of video shoots that kept him busy for entire days.
I missed him and we often ended up slipping into small arguments born out of that tension.
-âYou were supposed to do the dishes and forgot.â-
-âYou said youâd text me after work, but you didnât.â-
-âYou didnât hang the laundry like you said you would.â-
-âYou said youâd buy more detergent, but if I donât do it, no one will.â-
You know, the everyday stuff couples bicker about.
Iâd been pretty busy myself lately: work was overwhelming, stress piling up on my shoulders and the only thing I wanted the moment I got home was to disappear into my boyfriendâs arms, laugh about nothing, count the moles on his skin like they were stars in a constellation.
And more often than not, those werenât wishes that could be granted.
But apparently, that day, luck was on my side.
Iâd left work early, treated myself to a relaxing bath, and now I got to watch my boyfriend come home before ten at night. A miracle.
âIâm so tiredâ he mumbled with a sigh, heading toward me and down the hallway, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to fix it, only to mess it up even more.
I walked barefoot to meet him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as his hands instinctively settled on my hips, both of us still moving forward, unwilling to let go.
Our clumsy steps brought us to the bathroom door, where Joost looked down at me with a smile and brushed a hand against my cheek.
âI was hoping youâd be homeâ he admitted, nudging his nose against my forehead before catching my lips in a kiss. I hummed quietly, rising on my toes and letting my hands glide over his warm shoulders, savoring the closeness.
âI was hoping youâd come home earlyâ I whispered back, playfully nipping at his lower lip and pulling him even closer. Like if I let go, he might disappear.
I was wearing only a pair of panties and one of his white shirts, every time I hugged him or stood on tiptoe, the thin fabric slipped and revealed patches of bare skin, giving Joostâs hands all the room they needed. He gripped my bare waist, sending shivers down my spine and leaned in again, trailing soft, lingering kisses on my lips, savoring the moment between each one just to look at me, to admire me.
âMmm, you stinkâ I teased with a giggle, sticking my tongue out playfully, which he caught gently between his lips and bit without pressure before replying.
âThanks for the heads-up. Had really no ideaâ he said, letting his hand sneak down to grab a bare cheek.
âIf my favorite little leech lets me go for just a second, Iâll take a shower and then Iâm all yoursâ he whispered warmly, his voice scratchy with fatigue but softened by the love that laced every word.
âWithout this leech, who knows under which bridge youâd be livingâ I shot back, my teasing clear and his laugh that followed proved Iâd hit the mark. I relaxed my arms and let him go, planting another kiss on his lips before I stepped away.
âI really should thank youâ he said with the same playful tone, taking advantage of the fact that Iâd turned to walk back to the bedroom: his hand landing gently on my exposed butt, the soft slap echoing faintly. I giggled and let out a dramatic little groan, pretending to complain as I made my way back to our bed, crawling under the sheets and trying to pick up the thread of the book Iâd abandoned.
After what felt like endless minutes, I saw him walk into the room wearing a bathrobe wrapped around his body and a towel draped over his hair. He threw me a glance with those soft, little eyes of his, carrying with them a familiar kind of tenderness.
âSo tired you turned to reading?â he said as he rummaged through the underwear drawer, eventually grabbing a random pair of boxers.
I shifted my legs under the blanket and rolled my eyes toward the ceiling, biting back a smile by pressing my lips together.
âWanna bet my plan to give you a massage is slowly disappearing?â I raised an eyebrow, closing the book and letting it rest on the nightstand , this time for good. The only thing on my mind now was indulging in some well-deserved affection with the Dutch man standing by our bed.
âOh my God, yes please baby, I need itâ his eyes practically lit up as he looked at me, almost pleading, before dropping the towel and slipping into the pair of boxers heâd just picked up.
âWhat now? You begging the leech for a shoulder rub?â I teased, sitting up on the mattress while he groaned in protest, mumbling some incoherent mix of words as he let himself fall onto the bed.
âYouâre submissive for a massageâ I whispered with a smirk, lowering my tone, running a hand through his damp hair before leaning down to press a light kiss to his cheek.
âIâll give you one laterâ he muttered, letting his eyes slowly roam over my half exposed body. He reached out and let his thumb trail gently along my bare thigh.
I nodded, recognizing the unspoken agreement and caught his rough hand with mine.
âCome hereâ I said softly, moving my hand away from his messy hair. I sat cross-legged, waiting for the slow, lazy bear to settle himself in front of me.
I placed my hands on his tense shoulders and helped him relax into me. I loosened my legs, resting them on either side of his torso, comfortably against my abdomen. His arms wrapped around my knees, his hands lazily caressing my calves and his face tilted up to meet my gaze.
âRelax, loveâ I whispered, my fingers kneading the muscles in his shoulders, pulling a low, guttural moan from his throat as he inhaled and exhaled slowly, letting the tension melt from his body.
âyes babyâ I breathed out, letting my thumbs travel to the nape of his neck and then down along his arms. Every spot I touched, I moved gently, slowly, not forcing anything, just trying to work out the stress and exhaustion that had built up over the long, relentless days behind us.
The room was filled only with the sound of our steady breathing, and the occasional soft smack of kisses I leaned down to give him: on his face, often on his lips. I kept massaging him for a solid ten minutes, while his hands caressed from my ankle to my knee, mimicking the pressure I was applying to his shoulders, as if to hint at what he was planning to do next.
âTurn around, baby, and take off your shirtâ he murmured, letting go of my legs and shifting on the bed, now kneeling on the mattress. His eyes lingered first on my face, then slowly dropped to my body which didnât hesitate to obey, slipping off the shirt and collapsing face down onto the bed with a soft sigh.
âBe gentleâ I warned, resting my arms at my sides and almost instinctively pressing my breast into the plushness of the mattress to hide it.
âAs if I donât know that alreadyâ he replied with a breathy chuckle that cradled my ears and gave me the reassurance I needed to close my eyes and trust him. He straddled me, and I felt the weight of his hips settle against the curve of my backside, his hands placing themselves on my back, right between my shoulder blades.
He began to move his tattooed fingers gently, drawing from me nothing but soft moans and light sighs. My muscles tensed beneath his touch, and my shoulders curled in reaction.
âBreathe, youâre a bundle of nervesâ he said, his voice dangerously close to my ear, a clear sign he had leaned down against my body. A cascade of shivers ran down my spine, and Joostâs hands took that as encouragement.
He kept gliding them down the length of my spine, reaching the dimples just above my hips, then pressing softly but firmly as he traced his way back up toward my shoulders. A louder moan slipped past my lips, echoing like a quiet confession that reached his ears.
The more he realized he could draw those sounds from me, the more he caressed and kneaded my back. I could feel the full weight of his body pressing into the curve of my ass, and that pressure only intensified the heat pulsing through me, settling insistently between my thighs and dampening the fabric of my underwear.
âA massage isnât the only thing you need to relax, huh?â he muttered, halting the movements of his hands as his lips brushed over the sensitive skin of my neck, stealing a sigh that had been caught in my throat.
I bit my bottom lip and arched my back just slightly, barely grinding against his hips.
âAnswer meâ he whispered again against my skin, gradually leaving a trail of teasing bites that marked a chaotic path down my back. I opened my eyes for a second, catching a glimpse of him from the corner of my gaze, only to close them again when he rose off me and then came the smack. A sharp slap to one cheek, followed by a firm squeeze.
âYou already know the answerâ I mumbled, the words muffled against the pillow I was now gripping tightly with one hand. Another slap landed, this time on the other cheek, followed by the soothing stroke of a palm, easing the sting with gentle pressure.
âTell me you want to be fuckedâ he said, voice oddly calm, as he leaned down with the full weight of his body pressing into my ass. I could feel his erection, growing and insistent, the need between us undeniable and building fast.
I let out a quiet, breathy laugh and clenched the pillow harder, feeling exposed and feverish.
How long had it been since we last had sex? A week? It felt like it.
Suddenly, his hand tangled shamelessly in my hair, yanking my head back and forcing me to arch my spine.
âSay itâ his voice rasped close to my ear, and I let out a sharp moan at the tight grip, clutching the pillow even harder and wetting my lips.
âI want it. Fuck me..â I breathed out the words in a half-whisper, barely more than air in the room but they reached him, completely.
He let go of my hair only to bring that same hand around my neck. He didnât squeeze too hard, just held me steady as he kissed me open-mouthed along my shoulder and into the hollow of my neck, licking hungrily and adding sharp bites that would soon bloom red on my skin.
I closed my eyes, parted my lips, and let out obscene sounds from the overwhelming stimulation prickling through every part of my body. He began grinding slowly against my ass and gently guided my head back down to the pillow, loosening the hold on my neck as his lips traveled the length of my back.
I bit down on my lower lip and released a hot, sex-laced sigh that seemed to stain the white walls of our bedroom. He grabbed the edge of my panties and pulled them slowly upward, creating delicious friction between the soaked fabric and my dripping sex. I squeezed my thighs together and lifted my hips slightly.
âPlease, Joostâ I murmured, right before the third slap landed on my ass. I jolted from the sensitivity and held my breath.
Without another word, I felt him rise off me and walk to the bedside drawer. He pulled out a condom and tossed it onto the bed near my nearly naked body.
I watched him: the way his hands moved, his flushed cheeks, his heaving chest, his hair almost completely dry but still messy. Our eyes met, and he gave me one of his warmest smiles, the kind that made me curl inward and bury half my face into my hands.
Every time, it felt like the first time. I was so deeply in love with how he loved me.
âYouâre beautifulâ he said as he climbed back onto the bed, leaning over me to reach the side of my face.
His hand slid between my legs, under my panties and began moving his middle and ring fingers over my entrance, which clenched around nothing the moment I felt his touch.
I muttered something chiding, overwhelmed by how he made me feel, only to be answered with a kiss on my shoulder and a soft laugh, followed by a playful bite.
Then he slid those two fingers inside me from behind, and I tensed, eyes rolling back as raw, instinctive moans left my throat.
âOne day, I swear Iâll sample these sounds in one of my songsâ he groaned against the tender skin of my neck, never stopping the slow thrusting of his fingers.
I blushed hard, letting the heat flood my face.
âYou pervâ I whispered through a breathless laugh, cut off by a loud, guttural moan as he smacked my already flushed right cheek, harder this time.
âThe same perv youâre begging to fuck you, thatâs some real consistencyâ he teased again, but I let his words slip through my fingers and answered only with more needy, gasping moans.
He pulled his hand out of my panties that didnât take off, just moved them to the side, revealing what he wanted. I turned my head as much as I could to look at him, and our eyes locked again.
My heart stuttered in my chest from the sheer love I felt for him in that moment.
He knelt on the bed, gripped my hips, and lifted them slightly, making my back arch on instinct. I heard him let out a sigh of pleasure at the sight, probably one of his favorites, since he never failed to tell me how much he loved it.
He pulled off the boxers he had just put on, freeing his erection, painfully hard and throbbing. I shifted my hips, waiting for him to bury himself inside me while he was putting on the condom. Finally, we connected and though our mouths were apart, our breaths merged into one long, trembling sigh. I tightened around his length as he began to move, slow at first, sweet, careful but deep.
He leaned over me as he thrust deeper, our bodies echoing with wet, shameless sounds.
His fingers tangled in my hair again, gently turning my head to the side: my lips spilled moans and my eyes fluttered halfway closed from the pleasure flooding through me. He kissed my cheek, my lips as best he could, then focused on my neck and shoulders, biting and kissing with hunger.
He tugged my hair tighter and pressed my face into the pillow, increasing the force of his movements. They were messy now, hard and fast, driven by something deeper than lust. Our moans grew louder, blending into one another. My lower back ached but I didnât care. It only amplified my arousal, building the climax that was beginning to form in my core.
âLet go⌠itâs okayâ he groaned against my shoulder, leaving a bite there that I knew would last for days.
I was overstimulated, lost in him and his thrusts grew harder, matching the rhythm my body needed to fall apart. I shut my eyes tight, my leg muscles tensed and Joostâs hands now held firmly onto my hips, gripping hard enough to leave red marks.
âI love you y/n⌠Iâll never stop loving youâhe whispered and thatâs what pushed me over the edge.
My orgasm crashed into me. My hands gripped the bedsheet, my face buried in the pillow, my hips locked tight while his length kept pounding into me without pause.
I rode the wave, trembling and didnât relax until I felt him finish too, thick and deep into the condom, slowing his thrusts as he collapsed over me. One of his hands clenched the bedsheet, the other sought mine.
âFuck⌠fuckâ he breathed, his mouth open, staying buried inside me for a few seconds longer before pulling out, removing the condom and tossing it in the bin beside the bed.
I let my hips go slack, groaning from the soreness in my lower back.
âYou okay?â Joostâs completely spent body slid beside mine, his hand brushing softly through my hair as he motioned for me to come lie against his chest.
I accepted his invitation immediately. I moved with a bit of pain, wrapping an arm around his torso and resting my head on his chest, tangling our legs together.
âYeah⌠Iâm perfectâ I murmured, lifting my eyes to him, taking in the sweat on his forehead, the exhaustion in his eyes and the smile still tugging at his lips.
âI love you tooâ I replied in the same low tone, leaning in a little to silently ask for a kiss. He lifted a hand to gently caress my cheek, and met my lips with his.
He pressed a few quick kisses to my lips, each one landing with a loud little pop that made me laugh.
âI should put this beautiful laugh in a song, tooâ he murmured against my lips, not stopping the soft rhythm of them brushing against his.
âDonât even think about itâ I warned, pulling back gently just enough to look him in the eyes, trying to pass off a serious look.
It only made him laugh: that sweet, boyish laugh of his.
Not that it mattered. He was going to do it anyway.
Sooner or later he would come home with a song made from my moans and laughter, only to see me embarrassed.
