pairing: joost klein x fem!reader
warnings: smoking weed, friends to lovers, smut, fingering, lot of fluff, dirty talking, unprotected sex, cum inside
description: is it really possible to be so clueless that you don’t realize your best friend likes you? Apparently, yes.
author’s note: I just got a sudden wave of motivation because I listened to a song, so of course my hopeless romantic side had to come out somehow. So here’s a little one-shot with lots and lots of plot and sweetness. Thank you for all the support I’ve been getting on my other works, I love you all 😭 and AS SOON AS THIS DAMN PIERCING HEALS I promise I’ll write that one-shot for you freaky gooners. Enjoy the read!
(sorry if there are grammatical errors, I tried my best, English is not my first language!!!🙏)
The cool breeze brushing against my skin made me shiver from the temperature difference on my sunburnt skin. I had been under the sun all day, and now, under the orange streaks of sunset and the distant shadow of the moon, my skin welcomed the pleasant chills. I’d spent nearly the whole day at the beach with my best friend, Joost.
Of course, like two idiots, out of 12 hours in the sun, we remembered to put on sunscreen only twice. It wasn’t a disaster, but his skin, more sensitive than mine, was clearly more affected. It was kind of funny how he would randomly curse under his breath every time his red arm brushed against something.
Now we were lying in a field; not just any field, but the field we’d escaped to since high school to smoke weed, talk about music, reptilian governors, alien invasions, dreams, wishes.
It was the place we ran to when the pressure of simply being alive became too much.
The one thing I truly felt lucky about was ending up in his class when I was thirteen.
How was it possible that two souls so alike had never met before? We shared the same perceptions, the same passions, the same thoughts -borderline clinical, really. Sometimes I felt like he was the only one who could understand me. Really understand me.
“You brought it, right?” The laid back, half-doubtful tone of the bleached blond’s voice hit my ears and made me lazily open my eyes.
We were lying on a beach towel big enough to fit at least two more people. Our shoes were carelessly abandoned in a corner, and his shoulder bag was resting beside my backpack. We were pretty close: he was lying with his hands behind his head, legs crossed, radiating a kind of bliss. He still wore his swim trunks under a pair of black shorts and a plain, light white polo shirt. His hair was a mess; he had recently bleached it again and reshaved the back.
I’d be lying if I said he didn’t look good.
“I’ll check” I replied softly, suppressing a sigh as I sat up. I crossed my legs and leaned toward my backpack, rummaging inside while glancing over at Joost, whose eyes were fixed on my face; probably trying to see if I had brought the weed.
As if I’d ever forget it at home. Obviously not.
“Should I roll it now?” I asked, my hand paused inside the bag after grabbing the little green nug sealed in a plastic baggie.
“If you want” he replied, his tone somewhere between wanting to smoke and not caring when it happened. He knew we were going to smoke regardless. So, I made the call.
I pulled out the baggie, the grinder, and a crumpled pack of Camel Blues hidden in the dark corner of my backpack. A soft chuckle escaped him, which automatically made me smile.
What an idiot. He wanted to smoke just as much as I did; he was just playing coy.
I placed everything on the towel in front of me and brought the cigarette to my lips, dragging my wet tongue along the paper to weaken it and make it easier to break. As soon as the bitter taste hit my tongue, I looked up: he was already watching me. He’d been watching me for a while.
His gaze wasn’t heavy, nor was it suggestive, it never had been. It was just impossible to decipher, and yet comforting. The storm within those blue irises, his small eyes, those pale lashes… it was all impossible to make sense of, to label. And that’s what made it beautiful.
I saw him sit up, his weight supported by his arms behind him. I turned my attention back to the little blue and purple silicone grinder in my hands. I dropped some tobacco in it, set aside the filter from the cigarette, then grabbed the bud; just enough to make sure we’d feel the effects.
“You staying over tonight?” Lately, that had become a pretty common question. He’d just broken up with his latest girlfriend and had taken it hard at first.
The sleepless nights talking, either on the phone or over tiny cups of coffee and an overflowing ashtray, were too many to count. I’d seen him wrecked, his dark circles doubled, his mood like that of a stray dog. And even though he said he’d been the one to end it, it still hit him hard.
“Mhm, yeah. Sure” I answered immediately, while my fingers worked to mix the heavenly substance with the tobacco. I’d be lying again if I said I didn’t like it, that it didn’t affect me, that my body felt nothing whenever he hugged me, touched me, looked at me. I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a fluttering low in my belly, or that the smile on my face didn’t come naturally every time we joked around.
For years I’d convinced myself I didn’t like him, but the truth was that I probably had a crush on him.
A massive one. While he was still dating someone else.
I never even had the courage to admit it to myself, let alone to him.
“Why? Didn’t you sleep last night?” I asked, lifting my eyes to him and catching his face turned upwards, eyes closed, the first button of his polo undone. He looked almost ethereal: the curve of his nose, his neck, his lips, the closed eye, those blond lashes resting gently on his cheek, and his fringe shifting with the light breeze.
I quickly looked back at the grinder, trying to avoid the increasingly intense blush spreading across my face.
“Yeah… but not really. I sleep better when I’m with you.” His warm hand landed on my knee unexpectedly as he leaned in to see what I was doing. It was a routine he’d seen a thousand times, yet it always seemed to fascinate him. I looked up at him, and a strange heat bloomed in my chest.
“Instead of talking nonsense, can you just pass me the Rizlas and filters?” I chuckled, which caught his attention and sparked a kind of playful challenge in him. Before pulling away to get what I’d asked for, he gently pinched my cheek with two fingers. I pulled back with a fake sigh.
“Why? Are you embarrassed?” he teased, clearly joking even as he dug around my now half empty backpack with indie vibe. He grabbed the Rizlas and a filter, then looked back at me, his expression somewhere between amused and teasing, before handing them over.
“I’m not embarrassed” I answered firmly, even though there was nothing firm about my tone. My gaze dropped and the smile I couldn’t wipe off my face gave me away. I heard a low hum and caught him in my peripheral vision as he slumped down again. He rested his head on my bare thigh; since I was still in my bikini, with a light blue shirt worn as a cover-up, slipping off one shoulder and exposing my legs.
“You always are” he murmured, his voice brushing against my skin, the faint scruff on his upper lip lightly scratching my thigh. His arms wrapped gently around my waist, shifting the shirt as they moved.
His hands found their place against my skin, warm and steady, igniting a fire inside me that his touch only made worse.
I couldn’t help but think: he knew. He knew the effect he had on me.
“That’s not true” I replied, defensively, as I grabbed a piece of cardboard and rolled it into a filter, placing it on the Rizla I then filled with the grinder’s contents. His fingers moved along my skin and I arched slightly, letting out a frustrated sound at the distraction.
“Stop it, Joost, come on” I said, shifting my hips a little to keep the joint from falling apart. I wrapped and sealed it with a swipe of my tongue and pressed the edges to make sure it stuck.
“Boring” he muttered, even more teasing than before and rested his hands firmly around my waist again. I held my breath until everything was ready.
He watched me: my hands, my leg.. lazily but intently. And honestly, I would’ve let him look at me like that in any other situation too.
He had really gotten comfortable: head resting on my thigh, hands around my waist, his legs mirroring the way I sat, and his polo slightly lifted at the back, revealing a sliver of pale skin to the gentle breeze.
“I rolled it” I said, placing the joint between my lips and grabbing the lighter from inside the cigarette pack. I felt him nod, his hair brushing against my skin and sending another wave of chills across my body.
I cupped the flame and lit the joint, taking a small drag and exhaling through my nose. Then I took a longer hit, letting the dense smoke fill my lungs. He groaned slightly as he sat up, bringing his face close to mine, eyes locked on the joint, silently asking to take a hit.
I held it out to him, watching as his lips wrapped around the paper. His eyes met mine -again.
We were dangerously close, just a few centimeters apart. His hands on the ground but aligned with my hips, like they were ready to grab me again. His gaze locked on mine, his body leaning in.
He took three hits, exhaling the smoke through his nose; except for the last one, which he blew directly into my face.
I let out a laugh, pulling away and breaking eye contact before it dragged me under again.
“You’re really pretty.” Those words, spoken so nonchalantly, so sincerely and lightly, were enough to make my chest tighten and bring a new shade to my cheeks, quite different from my natural skin tone. I turned my head toward the field, the usual little smile still playing on my lips as I took another drag and when he saw my reaction, a soft laugh escaped him.
He leaned back against me again, his arms wrapping around my body once more, and for the entire time we smoked, he decided it was comfy enough to make me hold the joint for both of us. It was awkward, funny, but above all, divinely familiar.
I mirrored his previous posture, with the only difference being that I used one free hand behind me to support myself. I could feel the effects start to settle in: my eyelids getting heavier, my thoughts beginning to blur into one another, and a blissful sensation accompanied by the loud thud of my heartbeat echoing in my ears. It wasn’t like the first few times anymore, my body had gotten used to the substance, but those first minutes always sent me straight to heaven.
I had almost forgotten about Joost, maybe because he had shifted away from me.
I opened my eyes again and turned my dilated pupils toward his figure lying next to me and like before, he was already watching me. I playfully placed a hand over his face, trying to block his eyes, just as I brought the joint back to my lips for one of the last hits.
“You scared of my stare or something?” And at that moment, it was like only his voice existed for my ears. Nothing else mattered. That soft, kind, warm voice, dripping with teasing, drowned everything else out.
“Hm?” he finished with a little laugh, grabbing my wrist with his hand and slowly guiding my palm down to his lips. My eyes were drawn to his movements. When he began placing soft kisses right there on that part of my body; never once looking away, I didn’t move a single inch.
I didn’t look away, like that moment was the only image in existence.
His lips wandered, staying in the same area, leaving sweet kisses from my palm down to my sensitive wrist.
“I’m not scared of your stare, it’s just that…” I murmured, slowly pulling my hand back with a sigh, suddenly feeling frustrated.
Why was he acting like this? It bothered me not being able to react, not being able to give in or respond.
It bothered me that he was doing all these innocent but easily misunderstood things.
“It’s just that…?” he whispered as he sat back up. He reached out his hand toward me, and I passed him the half smoked joint, doing everything I could to avoid the eye contact I’d been so addicted to just moments ago. I took a deep breath, the cool air rushing into my lungs almost jolting me out of the daze I was in.
“It’s just that you do it on purpose. You mess with me, and I never know how to react when you’re like this.” I didn’t mean to, but my tone came out especially pouty. My lips naturally curved downward, and my eyes traced the crumpled edges of the towel like I needed the distraction.
It felt like I was confessing my feelings, like I was laying myself bare while my brain was moving in slow motion. Like maybe… it was time.
But I didn’t want to ruin anything with him.
When he didn’t respond, I turned my attention to him. Strangely, he was staring at the joint, letting it burn out passively in the open air. His expression was thoughtful, like my words had flipped a switch in his head.
But I didn’t want that either.
I placed a hand on his shoulder, biting down gently on my lower lip as I looked at him: to check if everything was okay, if I hadn’t broken something between us.
“I mean, it’s just that-”
“I like you.” I didn’t get to finish my sentence. My brain completely short-circuited the moment those words left his mouth.
He looked at me for a few seconds, like he was trying to find some kind of explanation in my frozen expression. His eyes dropped from mine to my lips, slightly parted without me even noticing. I licked them, watching as he swallowed a nonexistent lump in his throat that felt too real to ignore.
“I like you, y/n. Why do you think I suddenly broke up with my ex out of nowhere? It hurt too much to keep you in my heart and not be able to do anything about it… I can’t keep pretending you’re not driving me insane.”
My brain took its time to process that, so much so that I didn’t even manage to make sense of the order of his words before our lips collided. My body moved before my thoughts did.
I didn’t kiss him softly.. God, no. I captured his lips in an urgent kiss, one overflowing with all the repressed feelings that had finally been given permission to come to light. I climbed into his lap, his hands gripping my bare thighs that were now parted against him. I cupped his face, savoring the sensation of his wet tongue moving sloppily against mine for the first time.
I could feel his breath on my skin, his groans against my lips. I finally got to taste what it was like to have him crushed against me.
And we kissed; for moments, for heartbeats, for what felt like entire minutes, just basking in the overwhelming realization that we belonged to each other.
The burning end of the joint held between Joost’s fingers brushed against my skin, and that alone made me break away from his mouth. A small whimper of pain escaped my lips, and my head dropped immediately to look at the joint now lying on the towel.
He chuckled, and I shot him a glare, only to burst out laughing when I saw that he hadn’t even stopped. He hadn’t loosened his grip on my thighs at all.
“I want you..” he whispered with a smile, letting his hands roam over my ass, squeezing and spreading it, making my cheeks flush bright red.
Maybe it was because we were both high, or maybe it was the atmosphere, the fading light slowly giving way to a sky full of stars, the situation I’d imagined myself in for years. A mix of sensations: his gaze on me, his lips that wasted no time attaching to my neck, searching for spots to bite, lick, and kiss as if he wanted to mimic the constellations above us. Maybe it was his hands slipping from my ass under my bikini, making his touch feel even more vivid and electric.
I don’t know. In that moment, the shivers spreading across my skin made my nipples harden and my body clench around nothing, already imagining what it would feel like to welcome him inside my warmth.
“Joost…” I managed to breathe out, eyes still closed, while his only answer was to bite down into the curve of my neck: hungry, passionate.
I gripped his shoulders and with a soft moan tugged at the collar of his polo, trying to silently ask him to take it off.
After what felt like endless minutes, he finally pulled away and slipped it off in one motion, giving me the chance to grab the nearly finished joint and light it back up.
Our first time was going to be high; A thought that made a goofy smile appear on my face, instantly erased when his lips crashed into mine again, hungrier than before.
I had just taken a hit, and as our tongues twisted together again, I let the smoke drift from my mouth into his. The sensation of passing it to him through that messy kiss made me grind against him.
Our cores were pressed together, separated only by a few layers of fabric. The warm, sharp taste of the weed became the soundtrack to the wet sounds escaping from both our mouths.
His hands slowly found their way to my bikini top, gently pushing the cups aside and replacing them with his palms.
He touched me slowly, with a tenderness I had never felt before, pinching my nipples gently and pulling away just enough to look at me, his eyes half-lidded and a small smile shining on his saliva slick lips.
I caressed the back of his neck and arched my back when he lowered his mouth to my chest, taking one of the pink buds between his teeth.
“Please, Joost…” From the deepest part of my throat, that plea came out, one he obeyed without hesitation.
He didn’t pull away from my breast, but his free hand slid down until it reached my throbbing core. I wrapped my legs tighter around his hips, and when he tapped his middle finger against my clit, I saw stars.
I was being stimulated by both his hand and his mouth, and his gaze never once left my face, drinking in every flicker of pleasure that twisted across it.
“How long have you been waiting for this moment, huh?” The vibrations of his voice teased my nipple in the most delicious way.
His middle and ring fingers slipped between my folds and pressed against the rough pad of pleasure that made me lose my breath.
Not even enough air to moan properly.
“How much do you want me… how much do you want my cock..hm?” He sped up the movement of his fingers, bringing his face close to mine to look into my eyes: now smaller, struggling not to close.
He held me tightly by the hips with the hand that had been on my chest, while, in contrast to the urgent pace of his fingers, he gently brushed his nose against mine.
I tossed aside the joint filter I was still holding, dropping it to a far corner of the towel, and grabbed his cheeks, forcing him to look into my eyes while he pumped his fingers in and out of me, the wet sound of them sliding through my walls echoing in my ears.
“Talk to me” he whispered, stealing a tender kiss from my lips, and after just a few seconds pulled back again, his gaze locked on mine.
I didn’t know what to say. My lower belly was drenched in pleasure from his touch, my legs nearly frozen around his hips, my chest heaving, making it impossible to even think, let alone speak.
“I waited for you for so… so long” I murmured through the moans I tried to suppress, right before he pulled his fingers out, dragging them along my outer lips, then catching my clit between them.
My body tensed again, my back arched involuntarily, and I shut my eyes tight; unlike him, who didn’t look away for even a second, watching every flicker of bliss play across my face.
“Really?” His voice was soft, tinged with the haziness of the high. I reopened my eyes and nodded, earning a moment of relief as his hand reached to slide my bikini to the side, baring my need to him.
“Why didn’t you tell me before?” he asked, almost regretfully, before kissing along my jawline, then my neck, and finally back to my lips, never waiting for my answer.
I smiled without thinking, raising my eyes to his and running my hands to the back of his neck.
“I was scared.” The vulnerability in my voice was unmistakable. Even through my ragged breathing, the tenderness wrapping around us like a blanket of intimacy was impossible to miss.
He paused, pulling his face just far enough from mine to take in my features bathed in the dim natural light of a sun that had just dipped below the horizon. I bit my bottom lip, and he smiled at the sight before cupping my face and planting a series of soft, quick kisses on my lips, like he was trying to pass me a message without saying it aloud.
A message that said: “Trust me, like you always have.”
There was, in fact, a mutual exchange of trust when I found myself on top of him, his full length buried deep inside me, and the control entirely in my hands to move however I pleased.
He lay flat on the towel, arms wrapped around my torso, his hips matching my rhythm with thrusts of his own, adding intensity. His mouth stayed close to my ear, releasing filthy sounds, low groans, without shame, without hesitation.
His skin, flushed in places, was coated in a thin sheen of sweat. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen: the feel of his skin against mine, my chest pressing into his, my hands clutching at the grass beneath the towel, and the ever present breeze that had accompanied us until that very moment.
“I’m close…” I moaned into his ear, feeling his hands tighten on my overheated skin, his thrusts gradually taking over as exhaustion began to slow my movements. My head was still spinning from the lingering effects of the high, everything feeling even more heightened and raw.
“Come… fuck, come for me…” I heard him curse, grip tightening even further, his hips slamming upward with a lewd rhythm, the wet sounds of our slick bodies crashing together filling the air.
I tensed, and his head fell back against the softness of the grass. I cupped his face between my hands and kissed him, right as I felt his hot release spill inside me, painting my walls in white. I whimpered, back arching, as a few final thrusts carried me over the edge into the most powerful, blissful sensation I had ever experienced with anyone.
Our lips stayed locked, our breaths still mingled, our tongues still hungry to explore each other.
His hands rested gently on my waist, stroking my skin to help soothe the tension from my trembling muscles.
When we finally pulled away, both gasping for air, our eyes met and in them we exchanged the most honest ‘I love you’ either of us had ever said, even without speaking it aloud.
In that moment, we loved each other.
We were high, yes… but we were entirely aware of it all. And the darkness that finally fell over that field became the perfect backdrop for the confession of our love.
