#joostposting

⸝⸝ ‘can you handle that?’ — joost klein

content warnings | MDNI!! , RPF, NSFW , overstimulation , softdom!joost , fem!reader , foreplay is key , uhhhh i forgor what else hehehe

joost has you laid out on the bed, your legs spread wide and bent, the sheets cool under your back. he’s kneeling between your thighs, his eyes fixed on the slick, swollen heat of you with a quiet, intense focus. his fingers are already inside you—two, then three—moving in slow, deep rolls that have your hips lifting off the mattress without your permission. his thumb circles your clit with a steady, maddening rhythm, and you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve come apart on his hand.

“look at you,” he murmurs, his voice a low hum against your skin. “already so wet, so sensitive. i’ve barely started and you’re already shaking for me.”

you try to speak, to tell him it’s too much, but the words dissolve into a broken moan when his fingers curl just right, pressing into that place inside you that makes your vision blur. your back arches, your toes curl, and another orgasm rips through you, sharp and sudden, slick gushing around his fingers, soaking the sheets. he doesn’t stop. he just keeps moving, fucking you through it, his thumb never slowing on your clit.

“joost—please,” you whimper, voice already raw. “i can’t… it’s too much.”

“shh, schat,” he soothes, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your inner thigh. his lips are warm, his beard scratching gently. “you’re doing so good. just one more like this. let me see you come for me again.”

and you do. you come again, sobbing his name, your locking up around his fingers. he groans softly, the sound vibrating through you, and only then does he finally still, pulling his fingers out slowly. the empty feeling is almost worse than the stimulation. you watch, dazed, as he brings his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, his eyes never leaving yours.

“fuck,” he breathes. “i could eat you forever.”

he settles his shoulders between your thighs, his breath hot against your oversensitive cunt. “spread wider for me, liefje. let me see how much you can take.”

you obey, your legs falling open further, and he groans at the sight. your pussy is a mess, swollen and dripping, and he runs his tongue through your folds in one long, slow lick from bottom to top. you jolt at the sensation, a sharp cry escaping you. he does it again, and again, each lick deliberate, savoring. then he focuses on your clit, sucking it gently into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it in quick, teasing strokes.

“no, joost—i can’t, i’m too—” your protest dies as his tongue curls and circles, relentless. your hands fly to his hair, not to push him away but to hold on, your body buckling under the renewed assault. he holds your hips down with gentle, unyielding pressure, his mouth never letting up. you come again, a silent, shuddering gasp, your cunt pulsing against his tongue. he licks through every spasm, drawing it out until you’re a boneless, sobbing wreck beneath him.

only then does he pull back, his lips shiny, his jaw wet. he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and looks up at you, his blue eyes soft and dark with want.

“how many was that, schat?” he asks, his voice rough.

“i don’t know,” you whisper, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “too many.”

he smiles, a sweet, gentle thing that doesn’t match the hunger in his gaze. “good. i think you’re ready.”

he stands up, his movements calm and deliberate. he peels off his shirt, then pushes his jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion. his cock is thick and heavy, curving upward, already leaking. he wraps a hand around the base and gives one slow, steady stroke as he looks down at you.

“you did so well for me,” he says, stepping between your legs again. he leans over you, bracing one hand beside your head, the other guiding his cock to your entrance. the blunt head pushes against your slick folds, and you feel yourself clench around nothing, oversensitive and aching.

“tell me you want it,” he whispers, his forehead resting against yours. his breath mingles with yours, warm and sweet. “tell me you want me inside you now.”

“i want it,” you breathe, the words trembling. “please, joost. i want you.”

“you took everything so well,” he murmurs, his voice thick. “now let me take care of you.”

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

Flash warning!! Joost doing a version Papa en Mama in Seattle, never thought I’d hear any version of this song 😭

Look in the mirror and smile, we still need you-Joost Klein 2026