#requestsloth

pairing: loser!joost klein x fem!reader

words count: 1,597

warnings: smut, JUST masturbation, sub!male, cum tasting, i think a lot of unintentional fluff, arousal during sleep, really short one shot

description: the request!!!

author’s note: GUESS WHO’S BACKKKKK oh my god I couldn’t wait to post this. it’s a one shot way shorter than my usual stuff because I didn’t add much plot (maybe none at all). I still hope you’ll enjoy it.

I’m actually liking writing your requests more than I expected, it’ll take me some time BUT i can do everything.

big kisses!

(sorry if there are grammatical errors, I tried my best, English is not my first language!!!🙏)

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The soft, pleasant patter of rain against the closed bedroom window had been going on for a few hours. Outside the apartment I shared with my boyfriend, the weather was gray, dull, almost suspended in time and detached from the traffic that, in the small town where I lived, always increased during rush hour.

My pupils brushed across the letters of an old romance novel I had bought not too long before, while my body was wrapped in warm pajamas that gave me comfort and heat along with my boyfriend, who had decided to take a nap, clinging magnetically to my side.

The fingertips of my right hand were the busiest.

I alternated between flipping through the yellowed, worn pages - pinching their corners - and gently stroking the soft, damp strands of my boyfriend’s hair.

He had fallen asleep with his face pressed against my chest almost as soon as he came home and took a shower, not even waiting for his hair to dry, so eager was he to be close to me.

His arms were wrapped around my torso, and he had trapped my legs tightly between his, as if I could escape, as if I could leave him in that moment.

As if I actually intended to leave.

Unlike me - thanks to the natural warmth after spending long minutes under the hot water - he was only in boxers and a simple sweatshirt he had pulled from the pile of clean laundry still waiting to be folded.

Because yes, he was all for afternoon naps, but never for chores.

A small smile tugged at my lips at that thought, making me tear my eyes away from the novel and settle them instead on Joost’s relaxed, sleeping face.

He could have looked tough on the outside: arms covered in tattoos, his tall frame, his jester-like way of always doing something; always keeping himself busy in his bursts of creativity, his chaotic organization and showing off his personality on stage.

But in reality, when he was with me, he couldn’t hold back. He found that warm, welcoming refuge I would never deny him. He found that security he was certain he would always have from me.

It almost felt like he turned into a child again: in that moment, as I lingered on his sleeping frown, his swollen, curved lips, my heart softened even more.

I shifted my attention back to the book I lazily held in my hand, and just when I stopped touching his skin, he let out a muffled sound in his sleep, as if to call me back.

He tightened his arms more firmly around me and burrowed his face into my right breast, clearly demanding the attention he believed was his. I exhaled softly through my nose, amused and sank my hand back into his hair while trying to keep the book steady with just one hand, using my pinkie for support.

The caresses I resumed made him mumble, lazily moving his legs around mine - perhaps seeking more contact - letting me know he was there. A few seconds later, his eyes opened, revealing those familiar blue irises.

“Mhhh… y/n… baby” he murmured, still half-asleep, not waiting long before nuzzling against me like a cat desperate for affection at any cost.

I didn’t turn to look at him, my eyes still lost in the romance-filled pages, but instead I tightened my arm around his shoulders, letting my fingers slip through his clean strands, even tugging them lightly to reassure him.

The moan that slipped from his pink lips was clear and precise, just as unmistakable as the intimacy straining shyly against my leg from beneath the soft fabric of his boxers.

“Y/n, your scent… please” he whispered, his words drawing a tender smile across my face.

“What are you begging for, mh? Weren’t you tired?” I asked, my voice firmer than his but never straying from the story’s lines, though following them was getting harder by the second.

He nodded, but his hips pressed against me with more urgency. He was getting hard: the broken, sleepy sighs that tore from his throat were hotter than all the fabric I had wrapped around me.

“Can’t fall back asleep anymore?” I asked in a faint voice, stopping my caresses and lowering the book against my chest so I could focus entirely on his curled-up figure.

I could only see half his face because of the way he was lying: flushed cheek, parted lips, and no intention whatsoever of reopening his eyes.

I didn’t get any real words in response: only a jumble of sounds too embarrassed to fully claim the air. I stared at him for a few seconds, then my hand moved on its own.

I pulled my arm back from around his body - which could have easily overwhelmed mine - and slipped my hand between us.

He sighed at the shift but didn’t resist; instead, he clung to my arm and lifted his eyes to my face for a fleeting moment before hiding again, his grip on my leg loosening.

I slid my hand into his boxers, cupping his semi-erection perfectly. Another moan escaped his lips, sweeter this time, but he quickly buried his face against my arm.

I bit my lower lip to stifle the laugh that wanted to rise from my lungs. I let him adjust, let him thrust his hips against my hand, his cock not yet fully hard but already begging to be touched.

I began to move my hand slowly, squeezing the hot flesh from the base to the sensitive tip, the friction pulling another muffled moan from him.

I lifted the book from my chest again and went back to reading while my hand stayed busy between his legs. But that action didn’t make him very happy.

“Y/n, please…” With that dark, sweet voice of his, I couldn’t help but get distracted. I stopped the movements of my wrist, though I never let go of him.

I looked into his suffering eyes, which only revealed how vulnerable he was in that moment.

“Please what? I’m giving you the attention you deserve” I replied, raising my eyebrows to make the message perfectly clear. He furrowed his thick ones, looked away, and closed his eyes again the second my hand began moving faster, his arousal growing stronger.

He answered only with soft, whispered moans, almost embarrassed to let himself be seen so pathetically turned on just from focusing on my scent.

But I wasn’t anyone to judge him. I could only give him what he was asking for, even if not in words.

I didn’t let myself be distracted from my romance novel, but I didn’t neglect the growing hardness that made him sigh.

I stroked him up and down, alternating the pace, only going faster when he asked me to.

“Faster…” he whispered against the sleeve of my pajamas, gripping it with one hand while holding tightly to my arm with the other.

I increased the speed, brushing my thumb over his tip and that simple touch made him jolt. He couldn’t hold back the uncontrollable thrusts of his hips, which followed and helped my fingers.

If someone had taken a picture of us in that moment, it would have smelled of intimacy. My face was turned away from where my boyfriend lay curled against me, but the way his body trembled, gasped for air, and pressed closer with every shiver of pleasure gave away how much I wanted to satisfy him.

He was rock-hard in his boxers, I used the friction of the fabric to my advantage. I dragged his tip against it, letting my thumb glide down his shaft before starting to pump him rhythmically again.

“I’m close, so close- fuck…” His voice dropped lower, but never so much that I lost the control of the situation, clinging entirely to my finger for grounding.

Only then did I finally close the book and set it properly onto the mattress.

I turned my head and leaned close enough to press a kiss to his forehead.

“I know you’re close. Come for me.” Those words sent him over the edge in seconds. I brought my other hand to his rough cheek - already shadowed by the beard growing back- and traced gentle caresses with my thumb across the face I’d never tire of covering with kisses, at any hour of day or night.

I felt his hand squeeze around my wrist, not to stop me but to anchor himself, to find reassurance. I pumped him quickly a few more times until I felt his hot release spill over his cock and against the already damp fabric.

I let him ride out his orgasm until I saw his eyes open - dazed with arousal - begging me, thanking me, admiring me in silence.

I slowed my movements and pressed again, for the second time my lips to his forehead before bringing my fingers, slick with his cum, up to his mouth.

His lips parted almost instantly, I let him taste himself - his own flavor - through my hand, which he was still gripping at the wrist as though it were his only lifeline.

His gaze stayed locked on mine while his tongue worked around my index and middle finger, not missing a single drop.

The heavy breaths flaring from his nose were a clear sign of how much he had savored every second of that hazy, lust-filled moment.

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 😍

Feel free to ignore this if u don’t like it!!!!

Also I absolutely love when someone is crashing me with their weight so I like the massage scenario cause well he’s sitting on the reader back (idk😔)

NECESSARY TIREDNESS

pairing: joost klein x fem!reader

words count: 3,279

warnings: fluff, smut, spanking, dirty talking, fingering

description: just the request!!

author’s note: I had to make it up to you somehow, and most importantly I had to start working of some requests (i’m sooooooooo slow).

thank you so much anon for this request and the compliments, i love youu!!! your freaky minds mirror mine, don’t 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!!!🙏)

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The book I had promised myself I’d 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 boyfriend’s 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 he’d 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.

“Hey, baby” 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.

-“You were supposed to do the dishes and forgot.”-

-“You said you’d text me after work, but you didn’t.”-

-“You didn’t hang the laundry like you said you would.”-

-“You said you’d buy more detergent, but if I don’t do it, no one will.”-

You know, the everyday stuff couples bicker about.

I’d 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 boyfriend’s arms, laugh about nothing, count the moles on his skin like they were stars in a constellation.

And more often than not, those weren’t wishes that could be granted.

But apparently, that day, luck was on my side.

I’d 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.

“I’m so tired” 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.

“I was hoping you’d be home” 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.

“I was hoping you’d come home early” 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 Joost’s 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.

“Mmm, you stink” I teased with a giggle, sticking my tongue out playfully, which he caught gently between his lips and bit without pressure before replying.

“Thanks for the heads-up. Had really no idea” he said, letting his hand sneak down to grab a bare cheek.

“If my favorite little leech lets me go for just a second, I’ll take a shower and then I’m all yours” he whispered warmly, his voice scratchy with fatigue but softened by the love that laced every word.

“Without this leech, who knows under which bridge you’d be living” I shot back, my teasing clear and his laugh that followed proved I’d hit the mark. I relaxed my arms and let him go, planting another kiss on his lips before I stepped away.

“I really should thank you” he said with the same playful tone, taking advantage of the fact that I’d 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 I’d 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.

“So tired you turned to reading?” 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.

“Wanna bet my plan to give you a massage is slowly disappearing?” 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.

“Oh my God, yes please baby, I need it” his eyes practically lit up as he looked at me, almost pleading, before dropping the towel and slipping into the pair of boxers he’d just picked up.

“What now? You begging the leech for a shoulder rub?” 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.

“You’re submissive for a massage” 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.

“I’ll give you one later” 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.

“Come here” 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.

“Relax, love” 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.

“yes baby” 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.

“Turn around, baby, and take off your shirt” 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 didn’t hesitate to obey, slipping off the shirt and collapsing face down onto the bed with a soft sigh.

“Be gentle” I warned, resting my arms at my sides and almost instinctively pressing my breast into the plushness of the mattress to hide it.

“As if I don’t know that already” 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.

“Breathe, you’re a bundle of nerves” 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 Joost’s 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.

“A massage isn’t the only thing you need to relax, huh?” 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.

“Answer me” 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.

“You already know the answer” 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.

“Tell me you want to be fucked” 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.

“Say it” 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.

“I want it. Fuck me..” 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 didn’t 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.

“Please, Joost” 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.

“You’re beautiful” 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.

“One day, I swear I’ll sample these sounds in one of my songs” 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.

“You perv” I whispered through a breathless laugh, cut off by a loud, guttural moan as he smacked my already flushed right cheek, harder this time.

“The same perv you’re begging to fuck you, that’s some real consistency” 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 didn’t 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 didn’t care. It only amplified my arousal, building the climax that was beginning to form in my core.

“Let go… it’s okay” 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 Joost’s hands now held firmly onto my hips, gripping hard enough to leave red marks.

“I love you y/n… I’ll never stop loving you”he whispered and that’s 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 didn’t 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.

“Fuck… fuck” 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.

“You okay?” Joost’s 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.

“Yeah… I’m perfect” 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.

“I love you too” 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.

“I should put this beautiful laugh in a song, too” he murmured against my lips, not stopping the soft rhythm of them brushing against his.

“Don’t even think about it” 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.

FINALLY LOSER!JOOST 🙏🙏🙏🙏

DAMN yes. Yes I’ll write it.

I work in a medical supply store and, among other things, provide people with bandages and orthoses. In this context, I was thinking about how interesting it would be if Joost came into a medical supply store and needed a bandage because he fell on stage and injured his knee. The cabins where we provide care are locked, and maybe Joost finds the employee attractive and ends up in sexy time. Because when we measure the bandages, the customers have to take off their pants, since bandages have to be worn directly against the skin. This suggests that "something" is happening between Joost and the employee in the cabin.

I am thankful that this can be send anonymous and I definitely have to much free time between appointments 💀😭

Hi anon! I know it took me a while to reply, FORGIVE MEEEE😮‍💨😮‍💨. Your idea is so original and it’s definitely going to be the plot of my next fanfiction. I feel like it would be such a waste to keep it as a one shot, so I’m already working on organizing my thoughts!

I've never seen a fic with this idea and I just dream of reading it, but I can't write well myself. If you don't have any triggers, and can imagine it,can you try to write?

(Sorry, I wrote too much I TRIED TO TO SHORT TEXT,but I wish u answer😃

And if I did something wrong (idk) im sorry im new in tumblr)

(im scared)

DONT BE SCARED SWEETHEART! Don’t worry, you’ll never be judged here on my profile. Thank you for asking me to develop this idea into a story.