#joostblr

im actually so obsessed with these photos mainly because of his hands (paws)

Pics I took of Joost Klein in Chicago last week :D

⸝⸝ ‘drunk and nasty’ — joost klein

content warning | nsfw , mdni , RPF AHEAD, afab!reader , pussydrunk joost , very very happy man down there , uhhhhhh nothing too serious !!

it’s 03:21am, and the only thing you can hear and feel are the slick noises from joost as he’s lapping you up like a man starved. he woke you up just about 20 minutes ago.. something about needing help to sleep and now his voice is wrecked, muffled against your dripping folds. “oh, god—schat—so sweet, so wet—can’t stop, can’t ever stop—”

you’re tugging hard at his hair, lazily grinding down on his mouth with desperate whimpers, and he groans, nose bumping your clit, moaning into you like the taste of you is enough to kill him. his cock drags into the mattress with frantic, messy thrusts, precum soaking through the sheets, leaving a dark patch beneath him.

you let out a small giggle when you realize what he’s doing—his hips were hips rutting down, helpless, humping the bed while his tongue plunges deeper inside you. “j-joost, oh my god—you really needed this, yeah?”

he pulls back just long enough to look at you, his lips and chin glistening, blue eyes glassy. “schat—i can’t—fuck, i’m gonna cum—just from this, just from how you taste, how you smell—god, you’re ruining me.”

his tongue dives back in, sucking hard at your clit, drooling into your pussy like he wants to drown in it. your thighs quake violently, your back arches, and you scream his name as you cum all over his face, gushing into his mouth.

joost loses it. he ruts down hard into the mattress, biting back a guttural moan as his cock jerks and spills, untouched, soaking himself and the bed beneath him. he shakes, muffled groans vibrating against your cunt as he keeps drinking you down, swallowing every drop of your release like it’s the only thing he needs to survive.

but he doesn’t stop. he can’t. even as his cock twitches, still drooling cum into the sheets, joost’s mouth stays locked to you, tongue relentless, lapping and sucking until you’re thrashing, whining, your voice breaking into sobs.

“hey w-wait, joost—too much—ahhhn” your fingers claw at his scalp, trying to push him back, but he just moans louder, holding your thighs wide open in his big hands.

“please, schat—just one more—one more for me, i need it, i need you—so perfect, so sweet—fuck, i love you,” he babbles into your cunt, every word broken by the wet sounds of him sucking your clit.

your body convulses again, another orgasm ripping through you so sharp you sob his name, tears streaking down your cheeks. joost hums like he’s savoring it, moaning while his hips start rutting into the mess beneath him again, his cock already hardening against the ruined sheets.

“never gonna stop,” he whispers against your swollen pussy, voice trembling, eyes dazed. “don’t wan’to, schat. you’re mine. all mine.”

and when you whimper weakly, too gone to argue, he latches back onto your clit with a desperate groan, humping the bed harder, chasing another orgasm from both of you as if nothing else exists except the taste of you.