#joostklein

⸝⸝ ‘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.

intro post or smth

call me nova/ronnie

I go by any pronouns :)

im in to all kinds of alt music and some other mainstream shit, i won’t judge you for your music taste

favs: sematary, falling in reverse, deadbeat nightlife, 2hollis, bmth, escape the fate, asteria, bladee,joost (yes I like bts too SHUT UP)

yeah ik i got poser taste shush

i also really like random video games, my favs are yakuza, john doe, sally face, Stardew Valley, devil may cry, 14 days with you, obey me, and postal and a variety of otome games. I'm also a huge wwe fan

big fan of kevin spencer

fun fact I'm an Elliot yumeshipper hehehehdhfhsadfhielajr

twt: @. ronnieluvskiryu

ig: @. nova_lj.png

feel free to interact, unless you’re tcc then fuck off and go rope

I might write a fic once in a while, I sketch too

oh. my. god. hes so fucking ethereal holyyyyyyshiiit.

mwuahaha thank you anon... i kinda took this idea and ran with it... i havent written anything like this in a WHILE so bear with me guys... hope ya like it ˃͈꒵˂͈

BACKSTAGE - joost x reader

content: mlm, rpf, male!reader, established relationship, no downright nsfw - js some grinding, mutual teasing, flirting, both parties are down bad, but it's all sweet and affectionate<3, playful name-calling once

notes: phew i tried my best to proof read it, trust... first fic guys lets gooo im js happy to be writing anything tbh!! happy happy happy

wordcount: 1,496

“you’re supposed to be on stage in like, ten minutes…”

that was the last thing you managed to mumble before joost dragged you off to a more secluded place backstage. at this point, you really should’ve gotten used to these little tendencies of his - chaotic affection, waves of clinginess that came and went, the disregard of anything and everything when it came to spending time with you. if he wanted you, it was really difficult to knock some sense into him. not that you minded at all…

you felt the wall behind you and leaned against it, almost flat out pressing yourself there. maybe you were a little flustered after all, despite being with him for a while now. your head was tilted to the side, face flushed.

joost, however, didn’t seem to be embarrassed at all. there was a grin on his face, involuntary and adoring, as he leaned into you with no shame. his hands had a mind of their own and snaked around your waist to pull you closer, close enough that he could nuzzle his cheek against yours. you squirmed at the feeling of his stubble against your own skin, but reciprocated by subtly turning your head towards him.

“i know…” joost drawled, almost pouting. since he was extremely close to you, his breath warmed the shell of your ear. “this is just… a part of my preparation ritual.”

you knew he was joking; you didn’t need to see his face to know he was biting back a wider smile. it was contagious even like this, so you sighed and decided to play along. your own arms wound up around his neck, and judging by the faint noise of pleasure that sounded from him, that was a welcome move. you couldn’t help but close your eyes when he hugged you more properly, your bodies fitting together well.

“bedankt, schat,” he murmured absentmindedly.

despite the warmth that bloomed in your chest at his gentle tone, you still rolled your eyes playfully.

“yeah, you better thank me for letting you be all over me before getting on stage and telling thousands of people to ‘suck your dick’,” you muttered half-heartedly in response.

joost openly giggled at that, the sound of it sending a shiver down your spine. the nerve of this man to act all sweet like this… another shiver came then, but this time because he pressed a kiss to the edge of your jaw, and kept going. faintly whimpering in surprise, you tilted your head to the side as to give him more space - and hell, he took advantage of that. his kisses trailed down your jawline, to your neck, and the generous amount of them told you exactly how exceptionally clingy he was feeling.

“mhm, you know i only mean it when i say it to you,” he countered, voice muffled slightly against your skin. still, you heard that damn playful edge to it.

you couldn’t really get more flustered or frustrated with him riling you up; you were already arching up into him, your hips subconsciously twitching up against his thigh. when did he slide it between your legs? you didn’t know, but it was now there, and you liked that quite a lot. at any other circumstance, you would already be planning how to take this interaction further, but you were literally backstage, literally minutes away from the show starting…

noticing how restless you were getting, joost took a quick look at your face from the corner of his eye and confirmed that yes, whatever he was doing was working. if he could get any more smug, he did.

“or i could suck yours, y’know,” he added like it was a normal, casual thing to say. “i’m not picky.”

the suggestive offer, combined with the sweet way he was holding and kissing you, threatened to make your head spin. you needed to get yourself together, to understand that he was messing with you, but fuck, it felt all too good. your response was limited to another muffled whimper and your lower body rocking forward on its own accord.

“ooh, someone likes that idea,” joost purred. that tone was not helping your situation. “is that what you want?”

now that was just cruel - were you supposed to not tell him outright that yes, you’re seconds away from getting hard, and simply flirt back casually instead? you just tightened your arms around him like you could avoid the question by hiding against him. he cooed adoringly at your indecisiveness and squeezed you in response, his own face pressed against your neck.

“dat is schattig…” now, he sounded less like he was teasing and more like he was genuinely endeared by how you were acting. “my boy can’t find his words?”

you couldn’t not moan at that sweetly condescending voice. with that shaky sound, you had the bravery to push your hips forward more, to get at least some sort of relief. he felt it and reciprocated immediately, his lower body meeting yours in a way that made both of you groan quietly.

joost went further and once again found your neck, this time using his teeth just a bit to leave a faint mark there. you shuddered both at the sensation and the audacity of him almost biting you like that.

“bad dog…” you breathed out. your frustration was fighting with arousal, and the latter was winning by a margin.

what you didn’t expect was him reacting to that unserious insult the way he did. a low, muffled but definitely real whine sounded from him, accompanied by his hips pressing into you harder. his hands tightened on your waist, head lowered like he was suddenly sheepish. he didn’t have any more teasing remarks now, just labored breathing and an obvious growing need.

you carefully observed his reaction, sarcastically amused despite your own throbbing arousal. now, you were in the same boat - desperately horny and realizing you couldn’t do anything about it.

“hah, are you satisfied now?” you asked him dryly, your own voice slightly hoarse. “gonna go on stage with a boner?”

joost still didn’t let go of you or meet your eyes. he could go from playful to flustered pretty quickly for someone so cocky.

“sorry, honey,” he mumbled against your neck. “i got excited…”

now he really sounded like a scolded dog, and you didn’t have it in you to hold him accountable for something he started. you sighed and tried to suppress your lust with common sense and innocent affection. your hand reached out to ruffle his hair, taking pity on him. the gesture made him press into you more comfortably with a sigh of his own.

for a moment, it was quiet between you two, but the noises of the outside reached you soon enough. that was a reminder - time was running out. joost understood that too, and eventually took a step back. now that you saw his face, you felt an even bigger wave of tender affection. he just looked so adorably guilty and needy that it hurt to think you could only properly be intimate with him after the concert was over.

to ease the tension, you smirked slightly.

“so did the preparation ritual help, hm?” you teased softly.

he smiled in return, still not fully back to his confident self.

“shut up,” he muttered with embarrassment. then, he continued earnestly, quieter, “i don’t regret it, though.”

“i’m sure you don’t.” you rolled your eyes playfully.

pushing off the wall behind you, you stood properly now, releasing him from the embrace. reluctantly, joost did the same and immediately busied his hands with the edge of his shirt, needing to hold something at least.

you watched him for a moment, and ultimately decided to indulge one last time. you quickly leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, chaste and sweet. he barely had time to react, but when he did, he froze for a moment, face flushed.

“c’mon now, get going,” you hurried him, hiding your own giddy smile. “don’t keep the people waiting.”

when you began pushing him towards the door, he went along willingly - he had some common sense left. he cleared his throat and adjusted the front of his baggy jeans. before you could tell him a “see you later”, he turned around to look at you again.

“you better not go anywhere while i’m busy,” he warned, but any seriousness was ruined by how obviously flushed and excited he was.

“you think i’d wanna go anywhere?” you responded, raising an eyebrow. “nah. i’m patient enough.” you paused then, before adding, “unlike somebody else.”

joost giggled again; you had a point. with that, he turned around and began walking off - not without looking over his shoulder and blowing you a dramatic kiss.

“i’m counting on it, schat!”

you watched him leave with a hopeless smile. in the end, you really couldn’t be mad at him for anything. well, here came a few hours of waiting…