Hey everyone!- it has been a while XD
i have taken a really long hiatus but im back! >:D i have a few new fandoms and what not sooo lets get this started!
Fandoms i write for!
the amazing digital circus
Trolls: Band together (or the first one)
Call of duty (MW2)
Ghost (Lore not real people)
Hazbin Hotel
People ill write for in SAID fandoms ^^
Trolls: Veneer, Velvet, Poppy, Branch, John Dory,
Call of duty: Ghost, Koing, (More to add soon)
The amazing digital circus: Jax, Caine, Ragatha
Ghost: Terzo, Cardinal copia (papa copia),
Hazbin Hotel: Alastor, Charlie, Angel Dust
Rules: ^^
Wont do smut for minors- will for adults <3
I wont do SA or R@p3 but i can do hurt!Reader or stuff like that! if i do talk about touchy subjects i will have a warning and a read more bar in my posts
please dont attack me or anything, im open to constructive criticism but i wont sit there and let someone cyber attack me.
pretty please dont rush me- i have a job and am currently doing my own things in life so ill try to be quick with posts but i cant always assure they will ALL come in a timely manner. (ill do my best to have that made aware in a post if i get too busy)
Thats about it! feel free to put in requests! im super excited to be writing again!!!!
A/n: Helloooo!! This is actually the start of a series I have been thinking about doing! ill still be taking requests and doing stuff in between but I used to do long stories and I wanted to see if I was still able! thank you for reading!!!
Summary: You and Marko had grown up together, and him asking you to be a part of this journey was an amazing opportunity, flying over to Sweden with him and making sure your focus was on the competition. little did you know how quickly landing in Sweden with a certain blonde roaming around would change the directory of your plans
C/W: Swearing, smoking, alcohol, slight mentions of blood, mentions of angst, fem!Reader
Word count: 1,229
Chapter 1
slowly opening your eyes you wince, the bright sun shining in through the small plane window "Now landing in Malmo Sweden" The pilot announces to the plane, clearly tired and not as energetic as when you and your good friend Marko had gotten onto the plane. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes and stretching you look over at Marko who is still out cold with his head back and snoring slightly "Markooo~" You hum quietly causing the man to only stir and groan not ready in the slightest to wake up "Mark" You poke him in the arm and he whines "Three more minutes" He mumbles and you poke him again in the side causing his body to jolt upright "Hey!" he yelps and snaps his head to look at you in pure shock
"to je bilo vrlo nepristojno!" (That was very rude!) Marko whines but you cant help the small giggle that leaves your lips at the pouty grown man next to you "you weren't gonna wake up" You defend yourself "And look! we are landing!" You add on pointing outside at the quickly approaching ground "wouldnt want you to miss that" You tease a little and Marko quickly spares you a playful glare "Remember you are with me this whole trip- I could make it hell-" He hums wagging his finger at you. scoffing you push his hand away "I just wont dance for you- maybe I'll join Ireland!" you tap your chin and Marko gently swats your arm "Dont even play with me like that žena (Woman)"
Once you two had exited the plane and made sure your belongings were accounted for you had caught a taxi and headed straight for the hotels Eurovision had reserved for the singers and performers, being lucky enough to secure a room right next door to Marko's- not exactly wanting to be separated before the event even starts, Gathering information that the arena would open tomorrow for rehearsal time slots so each performer could sing or dance and grow used to the stage and/or size of the stage "This is pretty cool!" Marko pushes his sunglasses on top of his head and smiles over at you "Are you excited? I'm excited" He looks around and you nod with a laugh "I am pretty excited for the opportunities and the experiences" You hum heading towards the elevators with your friend ready to get settled happy to listen to him tell you about all the plans he has
The next day you and Marko had gotten ready and headed straight for the Arena, fully dressed up and still getting used to the outfits. Fixing your top and adjusting your hair piece you hum "These are pretty useful and flexible thank the Lord" You sigh looking over at your male dance partner who seems just as pleased with the uniforms "I do agree! Though I wish we had time for breakfast" Marko rubs his stomach and you sigh "and maybe if it were a bit warmer" You hook onto his complaints....Getting closer to the stage you all can make out some upbeat music and it grabs all three of your attention "Thats catchy-" Your partner says and you nod "Damn it is-" You get closer trying to make out the lyrics "Euro-pa-pa-papapa-" comes through and you raise a brow "interesting" You all quietly entered and finally got a look at the singer clad in a large blue suit and his backup in a large blue bird suit and the other in similar attire to the singer but toned down
"Must be the Netherlands!" Marko whispers to you showing you the schedule on his phone and you smile a little watching the man dance around the stage clearly loving every second of his performance and putting his all into even the rehearsals "impressive" You smile watching the rest of his performance.
With a wave the man on stage thanks the workers and exits towards your group with his tailing him. "Wonderful performance friend!" Marko waves and the male smiles "Thank you! Im Joost" He puts out a hand and Marko shakes it eagerly "Ah! I'm Marko! Or Baby Lasagna" He chuckles and points over at you and your partner who is watching in awe "Those are my dancers!" He waves you two over allowing you to introduce yourselves "What a crew you have!" Joost hums his gaze landing on you and he smiles "the uniforms are awesome!" He compliments and Marko's eyes light up "Yours are too! The band members should be here too soon and they have sorta the same get up" Marko explains and Joost nods before nodding to the side "Well, I'll get going! Good luck!" He gives a small wave and a huge smile before looking you over one more time and making his exit
"He seemed too enjoy your costume" Your partner jokes and you cant help but elbow him in the side "literally just met him-" You remind and your partner shrugs "Doesnt mean you aren't a sight to see" He chuckles following you onto the stage once you had been called on, the rest of the band showing up just in time dressed up and just as hyped up as everyone else....
After a long day of dancing, singing, and repeating- followed up with sight seeing, shopping, and whatever else the group had wanted to do you all finally made it back to the hotel. "Wow, Sweden is so beautiful!" Marko claps his hands together holding a few bags he himself had picked up "a great place to hold an event so large" You chuckle looking around the lobby, your eyes landing on the blonde from this morning- Joost? He has his eyes on you, dressed a lot more relaxed and comfortable "Hey, I'll catch up Marko!" You call to your friend who nods "Bring up some drinks if you can find any pretty please!" Marko says with a quick wave before making his way to the elevator.
"Hello" You walk up to Joost who smiles a little "Hallo" He hums reciting your name with a raised brow and you nod "Joost correct?" You tilt your head and the Dutchman nods "Your guises performance, it was so cool!" Joost pushes himself off the wall and smiles down at you "I loved the choreo too! felt like a story was definitely being told" he hums and you chuckle "Yeah? Marko was set on definitely getting people involved" You shake your head "I loved your performance! so full of emotion and energy!" you shrug "I can tell you are going to be a fan favorite" you wink and Joost gasps a little "You really think so??" he gets all bashful and you nod "Oh 100% we don't have a rehearsal time tomorrow, do you? Maybe I'll pop in and watch the full thing" You offer and Joost nods quickly "10!" He responds and you smile "Ill be there!" You promise and Joost quickly pulls out his phone "Would you like my number? Just so I can keep you updated?" He shakes his phone and little and you pull yours out with a nod "That would be helpful!"
After sharing contact info you two had bid your goodbyes, Joost heading back to his room leaving you in the quiet abandoned lobby- Maybe this will be a good trip after all
A/N: A little slow- but next chapter will get exciting!! Sorry for the small chapter I'll try to make future ones a little more wordy!! thank you for reading!!
Im going to work on requests for a little and once I get those out I'll update this!! Thank you all for the love and support- it literally makes my days seeing how many likes and reposts I get. it means more than all of you know <3
I LOVE YOU ALL!!!
if your comfortable writing this, can i request joost with a reader who sh? he accidentally finds out by their sleeve accidentally sliding down or something (im on the brink of relapsing and i need angst with comfort 😭😭 not forcing tho lol, if ur uncomfortable writing this don't force yourself!!!)
A/n: I’m totally okay doing this! As someone who has fought this battle I totally get it and I hope you are okay Anon!! You have people who love you and you are so special in your own ways! Beautiful inside and out 🫶 I hope this helps and know you are never alone!! My DMs are always open honey
CW: SH, angst, sensitive topics, Joost being a sweetheart,
YOU ARE LOVED!! be safe everyone!
988 (suicide prevention)
It had been a pretty hot day in the Netherlands and your boyfriend Joost was set on taking you on a hike! Which would have been totally okay if you hadn’t just gone through a relapse… you don’t even know why it happened or what set you off, you cleaned them pretty well but they were still tender and you knew you couldn’t convince Joost to cancel the hike that he was so dead set on.
“Long sleeves, eh?” He blinks at you in suprise his owlish expression kinda funny “yeah! It’s a cute shirt!” You blow him off waving your hand dismissively and your boyfriend nods with a shrug “it is cute you got me there” he pinches your cheek before leaning down and giving you a big ol kiss on the cheek before peppering your face with them. The sunshine that your boyfriend is always makes you feel so free and warm. “Let’s go!! I want to get there before it gets packed!” He chirps taking your hand and pulling you out to the car after making sure you had enough water and packed the sun screen
After hiking for a few hours you and Joost found the most beautiful ledge looking over a beautiful river covered with pine trees and mountains as far as the eyes can see. “Wow” you mutter wiping your brow and fanning the neck of your shirt “that’s breathtaking” you mutter and Joost chuckles looking over at you “it is isn’t it? But the view infront of me is even better” he purrs and you look over at him blushing madly “don’t even with me” you laugh covering your face with your hands leading to Joost wrapping his arms around you in a big hug “let’s take a selfie!” He says tugging his phone out of his pocket “say cheese schat!” He puts the phone out in front of you two
As the sun gets closer and closer to setting the more you forget about your arms to busy listening to Joost tell you about random things he knows about the wilderness or just random facts he finds interesting. Without thinking you tug your sleeves up to your elbows to help the air circulate through your clothes and cool you off. Joost looks back at you mid laugh at a dumb thing he had brought to your attention about ducks “and then I learned that buffalo!-“ he stops taking a quick glance down at your revealed arms and pauses- and then you watch his face go through a few different emotions- landing on devastation “schat…” he mutters stepping towards you like you might run. Realizing your fatal mistake you can sense the color draining from your features
“Joost I-“ you try to come up with excuses or reasons but you come up empty “I’m-“ you stop feeling your boyfriend slowly pull you into his chest and wrap his arms delicately around you “why would you feel the need to hurt…” he questions searching for the words through his broken English “I don’t know…” you respond honestly not trying to move your arms or run away- just leaning into Joost like a life line “I’m so sorry-“ you start but joost shushes you softly shaking his head “don’t be sorry, you aren’t in trouble and you have nothing to be sorry for” joost says pulling away and gently bringing your arms up to his face kissing around the sounds careful not to irritate them or cause you pain “come to me next time my love” Joost mutters gently looking up at you “please allow me to help you” he pleads and you nod starting to tear up “okay..” you whisper and Joost straightens up and kisses you passionately “I love you with everything I am. I love you for any amount of time your head can come up with and more.” He confesses “and even more than that” he runs his fingers through your hair “I love you” he wipes away your tears and holds you close
When you two got home Joost had pulled you into bed and kissed you more times than you could count praising you and rubbing your back “you are beautiful. So beautiful” joost says softly between the two of you “beautiful”
A/N I hope you all know how loved you ALL are!!! I may not know everyone but I love everyone and no matter how hard your battle is never give up! You are all so strong!
Sorry if this seemed rushed or wasn’t that good…I’m on my phone and at work 😂 but I saw this request and knew I needed to get it out!!
description: joost klein x f! reader You and Joost manage to find a moment of intimacy over the phone amidst a time of hardship in your relationship. (very much based on of this song <33 so lyrics are scattered throughout!)
content 18+ NSFW, MDNI- phone sex, mutual masturbation, relationship issues, angst/comfort, lots of comfort (if you catch my drift),
word count: 2425
I'm only trying to work this out / So if you call me at all don't tell me that I'm ordinary / because I won't be passing you, please don't leave
Your stomach churns at the sound of your phone buzzing, over the last week you had associated the sound of your phone buzzing with nothing but tears and heartache.
You roll over, letting the thick comforter that covers you slip down your shoulders as you reach for your phone from the nightstand. Just as you expected. An anxious hand hesitates to pick up the phone, not in the mood to engage in conversation with who you were sure within the coming days would be your ex-boyfriend.
A sharp pang vibrates throughout your chest looking at the screen that shines at you.
Joost <3
Rather hurtfully paired with a picture of the two of you together, his arms wrapped around you, lips pressed against your cheek in a soft kiss.
You roll your eyes, he was going to keep calling if you didn't pick up. You huff, giving in, ripping your phone from where it sat next to your bed. Reluctantly you answer, your chest tightening waiting to hear the voice on the other end.
"Y/n?" The trepidation in Joost's voice was apparent, "Are you there, schatje?" The inclusion of the pet name made you wince, sounding all too sweet for your displeasure with him at the moment. Usually, you'd revel in his compliments and sweet nothings- but not now, you couldn't.
Things had been unusually hard lately, only exacerbated by the fact that Joost had been away on tour. It seemed like all the two of you had done in the last few weeks was fight. Usually about petty, little things- things that didn't even really matter but in the moment they seemed like everything. Half the time you couldn't even remember what the arguments were about, all that remained were bitter feelings and tear stains that lingered on your cheeks.
It had all culminated last night- a screaming match unparalleled to any other petty argument the two of you shared in recent weeks. You knew deep down that neither of you had meant any of the horrible, venom-dripped words you had spit at each other. But right now it felt impossible to ever forgive, much less forget.
"I'm here." You respond, short, monotone- trying not to give too much away about how you were feeling.
"Oh, y/n," He breathes, "I've been worried, I've been trying to talk to you since last night."
"I saw." You answer, just as short and uninterested as your last statement. Joost had been blowing up your phone for the last 24 hours- so terribly you had considered blocking his number at least for a little while.
"I know you're mad at me, y/n, but I still worry about you, you can't just ignore me like that." His voice is firm like he's scolding you- but you can sense a pain behind your voice, and if you hadn't been so fed up at the moment, you'd almost feel sorry for ignoring him.
"Oh," You snap, "So you're going to tell me what I can and cannot do now?"
"Why are you looking for a fight, y/n?" He sighs, "I'm just saying I was worried about you, how was I supposed to know what happened?"
"I'm not looking for a fight."
"You're always looking for a fight," Frustration is heavy in Joost's words.
"Is that really what you think of me?" You scoff, covering the ache you feel in your heart with anger.
You hear Joost let out a breath on the other end, "No," You note how tired he sounds as he continues, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. You know I didn't mean that."
"I don't know that. It sounds like you did." You're having none of his apology, weeks of growing resentment were not going to be fixed by one simple apology.
"Mijn lieve meisje" (My sweet girl) He coos, "I don't mean to make you so angry." His voice has softened, a stark contrast to the harsh tone of your own voice, "You know I hate to hear you sound like this- even worse to know I did it."
Something about the gentleness of his voice, and the way he seems so aware of his own role in all of this makes your heart thump- and you almost want to forgive him altogether. But you can't, not right now- not yet.
I hear you breathing on the line... / I leave you hurting every night
"Het spijt me (I am sorry), I want to make things better between us."
"I don't know," You mumble, unsure of if there is even anything that could make things better.
"You don't know how badly I wish I was with you," His voice rich with longing, "I need to make these last few weeks up to you. I miss you liefje, I miss us."
You can't lie, you want that too, wishing so badly just for everything to go back to normal, to no longer have this hole in your chest, for your body to no longer ache with this profound sadness.
"It's just going to be so hard to forget last ni-"
"I know, schatje." He cuts you off, "You have every reason in the world to be angry with me."
"Are you angry with me?" You ask, wondering if he mirrored your own upset feelings towards
"Angry isn't the right word, no." And suddenly your stomach churns with guilt, "I'm just tired of how things have been."
You're tired too, tired of dreading his calls, tired of the tears, tired of the sleepless nights regretting every awful word you've said.
"Me too," You murmur
"I won't force you to forgive me," Joost sighs, "Not until you're ready. But I know you're upset, and I want you to feel better."
His words are so soft, so gentle, melting away your anger with each. careful syllable.
"Can you talk to me, please?" He's practically pleading.
"What do you want to talk about?" You're unsure of what conversation could fill this dead air, how you could possibly talk and things feel okay.
"Tell me what you're doing now," He requests, his words quick.
"I'm just in bed," You shrug nothing special.
"Breaks my heart to think about you all alone in that big bed." You can't tell if the pity in his voice is mocking or genuine.
"I guess it's okay," You had gotten used to the loneliness, it was worse in the first few days he had been gone.
"Mh-mh," he mumbles in disagreement, "Hate thinking about how my pretty girl has to sleep alone every night."
There's a sensuality in his tone that makes you clench your jaw, and your breathing deepen. His pretty girl. His.
"In my bed, at that." He adds.
You supposed he was technically right- you had been the one to move into his apartment.
You hum softly into the phone, not able to come up with many words to say, he seemed more like was simply just thinking out loud than having a conversation.
"I miss you," He says again, "Tell me you miss me too, schatje, I know you do."
There's something about the way he speaks that makes you oblige so easily,
"Miss you too," You mumble, head falling to the side as your eyes close.
"Mmm good," He's practically purring to you, "You're so good."
The praise was simple, you hadn't done much past admitting something the two both knew was true, but it felt like it had been so long since the two of you had spoken so gently to one another, and so you absolutely drank it up.
"You're saying so little, what is on your mind?" He pries like he's looking for something specific.
"Nothing, really." You're entirely self-aware of how boring you must sound to him, but it's the truth- sort of.
He hums in response, "Can I tell you what I'm thinking about?" He asks, his voice oozing with anticipation
"I won't stop you,"
"I'm thinking about you, thinking about how beautiful you must look right now, about holding you, how your body feels against mine, about-" He stops short,
"About..?" You trail off, wanting him to continue his pretty praises. A delightful tingle was beginning to spread through your body, his kind words making you weak.
"More of the same," He says quickly, "Just thinking about being with you now."
A soft smile sweeps over your face at the thought, though you assumed your thoughts now had to be a lot less innocent than his. You couldn't help yourself, you'd been so pent up since he left that the smallest words of adoration were setting you off.
Your hands trail down under the covers, rubbing at your inner thigh, before softly grazing over your panties. You let out a sigh, rubbing soft circles over your clit through the thin lacey fabric.
Your breathing quickens as you deepen your movements, rubbing with more intention now. You arch your back, thinking about how this would be going down if Joost was here, the two of you had never needed to have makeup sex before- but you supposed now was as good of a time as ever to imagine it.
You think about how Joost said he needed to make it up to you, about how the last few weeks had been- at this moment you couldn't have thought of a better way for him to make things up to you than with his tongue, or his fingers, or his cock.
Your pussy ached at the thought of him- the thought of you stretching around him as he mumbles sweet words in your ears about how sorry he is.
You slip your panties to the side, a finger sliding down your now-soaked folds, the contact making you gasp, "Fuck,"
You can hear Joost clicking his tongue on the other end of the line- and suddenly you realize what you had just done, your body growing with an uncomfortable and shameful heat.
"So dirty," He chastizes
"W-what?" You sputter, attempting to feign innocence about what you had been doing.
Who wouldn't let you scream 'oh' into a soft pillow / I'm such an animal, and baby honestly these teeth won't let you go
"It's okay, schatje, you don't have to act stupid," His smirk is audible through the phone, "Don't be embarrassed, keep going, let me talk you through it."
Your body relaxes and your embarrassment subsides.
"Now, will you tell me what you're thinking about?" He asks sweetly
"Thinking," A soft sigh falls from your lips, "About you," Your hand slowly crossing your thighs to return to your throbbing cunt, "About how bad I want you." The words are a struggle to get out as you resume drawing circles around your swollen clit.
"Yeah?" He encourages, and you hear some shifting on the phone, "What do you want?"
"I want," You breathe out, "You," Another breath, "Inside of me."
"Fuck," He groans, his breathing becoming louder, "Want this cock, pretty?"
"Y-yes- ah!" You can't suppress your high-pitched yelp as you slip a finger into your leaking entrance.
"Say it, tell me how much you want me to fuck you." He begs, his voice low and gritty.
"So bad, Joost, need to be fucked so bad" Your words are breathless as you pump your fingers in and out, making your eyes screw shut tight. "Fuck, I haven't had you inside of me in so long, I need it." You feel your lower stomach tightening, pleasure taking hold of you.
"How about my tongue, hm? I'd love to taste you right now, always so sweet for me," Joost sounds just about as breathless as you do right now, and the thought of him on the other end only makes you want to work your fingers harder.
"Uh-huh," You whine, thinking about his tongue lapping at your arousal, his tongue trailing from your swollen clit to your quiver entrance, teasing, before taking a dip inside. "Anything- just need you."
"Oh, you have me, you'll always have me." His words are hungry, and you can tell he's speaking through a clenched jaw, "Fuck, liefje, you have me so worked up like this and you're not even here, love hearing that pretty voice of yours."
You're almost positive you're certainly in an even more worked-up state than he is.
"Mmmneed you to fuck me until I can't walk," You sigh, unable to help but think about him absolutely ruining you, his hands groping your flesh as he pounds into you, unrelenting. "My fingers can't reach as good as you do," You can't help but stroke his ego a little, he deserved it after the hell you had been putting him through.
"Oh," He whines, "arme schatje, (poor baby) I know, I know, just keep working those fingers for me though, okay?"
Despite your fingers not being able to hit all the same places Joost can, the pressure in your body is still building, and you can tell you're losing control, especially as a long string of groaned expletives falls from Joost's mouth, his obvious pleasure only working further to push you to the edge.
"I'm c-close," You stutter, your legs starting to shake.
"Speak up, baby- want to hear how you cum for me."
The pace at which your fingers pulse in and out of you increases, working to bring yourself over the edge. You imagine Joost inside you, imagine him bringing you to an orgasm and cumming all over the length of his cock.
You can't talk now, your words are simply replaced by loud moans and gasps as you hope to god you don't wake up the neighbors.
In the throughs of your orgasm now, your back arched- near screaming, "I-I'm cumming, fuck, Joost," You can't finish the rest of your sentence, all you can focus on is the wave of pleasure that overtakes you, the way the tightness in your body is shattering.
"Hold on," Joost grunts, "I'm almost there- hold on,"
You lay on your back, legs shaking, out of breath, listening to Joost on the other end.
He finishes with one final strained "Fuck"
Neither of you speak for a few minutes,- your mind is racing, your thoughts absolutely dizzying as the silence is only filled by the two of you attempting to catch your breaths.
"Still angry now?" Joost asks, finally breaking the tension.
"I don't think so," You're not, you were way too blissed out to feel anything but complete, overwhelming love.
"So you love me again?" He jokes, chuckling to himself.
So due to the love my requests and stuff have been getting- WHICH THANK YOU A 100000 TIMES OVER I’m going to be starting a mini story called “ocean eyes!!” I’m so excited to share it with you all!!
Requests will continue like normal!!! Keep sending those in pretty please!!! Everyone’s ideas are so creative and amazing!!!
Thank you all again! I’m so excited to be writing this!
on the whole sexualization discourse that’s going on on tiktok about joost. i feel like we’re seeing history repeat itself i feel like we absolutely went through something similar with paul dano when the batman came out in 2022.
i understand why the people who say not to sexualize him, say such a thing. they’re mainly teenagers and are just probably uncomfortable with that sort of stuff and are projecting a little. i think to call them some stuff like “puriteens” or whatever is just unnecessary, they’re simply just teenagers. young teenagers at that- and i don’t know, they probably find some comfort in joost and his just overall “silly” personality. it’s very easy to for lack of a better term, to “woobify” him. and i just think they themselves don’t want to see him sexualized. so i don’t think it’s productive to talk down to those sorts of people.
i don’t know the “uwu smol bean” over infantilization of grown men has also done disastrous things to society.
however. that being said… if seeing a person you like being sexualized makes you uncomfortable i just implore you to not interact with that content, instead of speaking “for” said person on what they would and would not want, as that can be disrespectful also!
i mean whatever after all he does have lyrics talking about how girls want his cock (his words not mine) in a bragging manner so you know! ^_^
part 1 of the Groupie Love series (masterlist post to come soon)
Description: joost klein x groupie! f!reader- After reader's third time seeing Joost perform live, she finally gets the courage to go up and talk to him following a brief encounter while he's on stage, testing just how far she can take things with him.
content: 18+ ONLY, NSFW RPF- MDNI- oral(m) receiving, fingering, thigh riding, p in v, reader and joost are both so horny it kind of hurts, actually, smoking. (i think that is it, feel free to lmk if i missed something!) only lightly proofread.
word count: 6432
The small venue is packed to the brim, the concentrated energy of a couple hundred people bounces from wall to wall, so ripe with excitement that it's almost tangible. The air is so thick and humid you swear you can see it. The lights are low, the venue lit by nothing but some dull lights way in the back. Your own heartbeat drums in your ears as your whole body buzzes with anticipation.
The stage lights come up, glowing a vibrant red, and you push yourself up further against the metal bars of the barricade, not wanting to spare an inch between you and the stage. It had been worth it- standing outside for far too many hours to guarantee you would be the first person inside the venue.
A familiar melody grazes your ears, booming from the giant speakers that surround you. Even then, the screams that result from the recognition of the song almost overtake the music itself.
You stare up at the man in front of you, as he stares back at the crowd through thick-rimmed glasses. Joost Klein- he has a hand in his hair, fidgeting with the messy blonde strands, white his head bops up and down to the beat of the song.
"Wie ben jij?" He says into the microphone, almost nonchalantly, scanning the crowd's reaction. Taking a few steps forward, "We ben jij," He repeats, "Ik ben een god."
Mere seconds into the song the crowd is already shouting every lyric back to him, using their full lung capacities to push out each word.
"Suck my dick, bitch!" He's practically screaming now, standing at the very edge of the stage, staring intently at all in attendance.
The room is electric, your bouncing body follows the direction of whichever way the crowd brings it. You're being bumped into from every direction, but that had been part of the fun.
"Suck my dick, bitch!" The crowd is screaming back at him, a wide, satisfied grin appearing on his face.
"What?!" He shouts, "I cannot hear you!" A hand cups his ear pointing it towards the crowd.
"Suck my dick, bitch!" The crowd yells even louder.
"C'mon, you have my consent!" He smirks, eyes grazing over the crowd. You swear he pauses once his gaze reaches yours, forcing you to swallow thickly. Your suspicions are only confirmed as you feel fingertips graze your arm in a playful slap, swinging your head to the side, you're greeted by your friend, her lips pulled into a smug grin, before turning into an outright smile, her head tipping in Joost's direction.
You waste no time in looking back up at him, pulling your bottom lip back to your teeth upon once again catching his watchful gaze. His eyebrows raise as he loops his thumb into the waistband of his pants, tugging at them slightly- if you hadn't been staring so intently, you would have missed it- an eye closing in a wink thrown right in your direction. His eyes linger for just a moment longer before he turns around, walking to the back of the stage,
"Houd niet van feestjes of je Facebook-event,"
You're standing at the front of the venue, back pressed against the counter that surrounds the bar. People are yelling barely intelligibly at the bartender, trying their best to be heard over the music that was still being played by the venue.
"I think Joost Klein may have given you his consent to suck his dick." Your friend smirks from beside you, drink in hand.
"Can't say I'd mind doing that," Your eyes flicker upward briefly picturing the scene.
"Yeah," She scoffs, "Like that wasn't your plan the whole time."
You bite the inside of your cheek, squeezing until it hurts. You roll your eyes,
"Hasn't worked yet," You shrug.
You scan the venue, your eyes examining each and every person who has stuck around. It's not much to analyze, the population of the place had to have decreased by at least half.
"There," Your friend points, her finger just barely in your peripheral vision.
"Hm?" You quickly whip your head towards her.
"There he is,"
Excitedly, your vision glides down her arm, towards the direction in which she's pointing. There he was indeed. Standing on the opposite end of the bar, seemingly looking at nothing.
"Give me your drink," You say excitedly,
"What? This was like 14 Euros."
You tilt your head to the side pleadingly.
"Fine." She huffs, handing you the half-empty plastic cup.
"Thank you!" You start, "Look, if I'm not back in like 20, you can go home without me."
"You go, cowgirl." She winks.
You take a deep breath, exhaling as you turn to walk away from your friend. Truth was, you were nervous to even talk to Joost, much less attempt to go any further than that. Fortunately, the part of you desperate to at least try far outweighed your nerves.
He's facing away from you, you stare at the back of his head, carefully rehearsing every move you plan to make. With each step you're nearing closer to him- closer and closer until, thud. Your drink falls to the ground, what liquid is left in the cup spilling all over the floor as your shoulder collides with Joost's.
The impact forces him to turn around, and your jaw slacks with a feigned shame for what had just happened,
"Oh my god, I am so sorry," You rush to say, your voice strained, like you really mean it, "God I knew I shouldn't have worn heels- I can be so clumsy, I totally tripped!" The words fall right out of your mouth, rushing to explain yourself away.
A smile appears on Joost's face, his head shaking.
"No- no don't be sorry" He reaches out a hand, waving it back and forth, "You're okay."
"Are you sure," You pout, "Oh-no I spilled all over your shoes!" You hurry to bend down, letting the fabric of your already short skirt rise up. You linger in that position, pretending to fidget with the cup in an attempt to pick it up. You eventually grasp the plastic firmly in your hands, crushing it as you lift it off the ground, standing back up. You don't bother to pull your skirt down from where it now sits at the way upper part of your thighs.
Joost coughs as to clear his throat, blinking rapidly,
"No-eh don't worry about the shoes, do you want another drink? On me, since my shoulder was what was in your way." He smiles, it's friendly and inviting like he really doesn't mind that you just spilled half a drink on him.
"Oh," You grin, trying your best to hide your nerves, "No that's alright, evidently I've had enough to drink." You suck in a breath, "God this is so embarrassing." You wince.
"Don't be silly, nothing to be embarrassed about," He shoots you a sympathetic look, "Let me throw that away for you." He motions a quick hand towards the flattened plastic in your hand.
"Oh- sure, thanks." You smile up at him. His fingers just barely ghost over yours as he takes the cup from your hand, the small interaction sends shivers down your spine. Your mind wanders for a moment, wondering, if that's how you reacted to a small touch, what would full skin-to-skin contact do to you.
He's back in an instant, hands now free of the cup he had just taken from you.
"Have I-" He pauses, cocking his head to the side, "Seen you before?- before tonight I mean."
"Yeah," You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear- shocked he had even noticed you, let alone remembered you. "I was at the show in Berlin two days ago- and- uh Amsterdam right before that." It sounded a little creepy now that you had said it out loud.
"Right," He grins, "And now we're here, in Belgium"
You stare up at him, finding his eyes with yours- it was taking everything in your power not to tremble, not to quiver, to not show any ounce of lacked confidence.
"Well, I'm honored you've come out to so many shows- and traveled so much too." He places a hand on his heart, nodding. His appreciation is obvious and genuine.
"No one else I'd come all this way to see," You shrug, "Besides, I don't think I could ever get sick of seeing your face." If this night was going to end in the sort of way you wanted it to, you were going to have to be up front.
"Ja?" His eyebrows raise, pupils blown wide, You bite at the inside of your lip, watching as Joost rubs his palm against his jaw, tilting his head to the side. He's about to speak again before you accidentally cut him off.
"Is that a Lola Bunny tattoo?" You ask, intrigued, pointing at the inked drawing splayed on the side of his neck.
"Oh-" His hand glides down to his neck, his palm flattening against the surface of the tattoo, "Yeah," he nods, "It's pretty recent, actually."
The thought of Joost actually getting the tattoo flashes through your mind. His head tilted to the side, exposing the flesh of his neck, wincing as the needle touches his skin.
"You have a lot of tattoos, don't you?" You're getting closer to where you want to be in this conversation, each word is spoken in anticipation of what Joost will say next.
"Like, 20 or something- probably." He looks down at his arms, you assumed he expected to see his own tattoos- instead the only thing that met his gaze was the white fabric of his long sleeve button up shirt.
You bite your lip, this was your chance, "Can I see them?" You bat your lashes, just subtly enough, feigning innocence like you had no clue about the ones he had below the belt.
He looks around, quickly examining the place,
"Sure, I can show you a couple right now," His hands fly to the collar of his shirt, ready to undo his tie.
"Only a couple?" You stare straight into his eyes, and letting your mouth fall into a little bit of a pout.
"Yeah, I-" He stops, furrowing his eyebrows before looking you up and down. "Actually," His words become slow, careful, and something in his eyes changes- causing your body to become hot under his intense gaze, "We don't have to stay here, I'll show you."
Your lips part, and you can't think of anything to respond, instead, your body is numbed by a tingling that persists through every nerve. You manage a slow nod, and Joost is quick to lead you from where the two of you had been standing.
Evidently, it had not been twenty minutes, truthfully, you had no clue how much time you had spent talking to Joost- but you're crossing paths with your friend once more. You slow down for a moment to shoot her a cheeky wink, before trailing behind Joost once again.
Joost opens a heavy white door, leading to the backstage area, he looks at you, cocking his head forward, ushering you along, "C'mon."
Your path to wherever he had been leading you was interrupted by another man, walking in the opposite direction of you two.
"Joost!" He smiles, "Man, waar ben je geweest?" (where have you been)
"Ik was aan het praten met... uh" (I was talking to...), He pauses for a moment, looking over to you, "I'm so sorry," He smiles, "I never caught your name."
"Y/n"
"Y/n" He looks back at the man.
"Ahh," The man nods, giving Joost a thumbs up.
Joost barely gives the man a goodbye before he's walking off again, leading you to another room. A dressing room you supposed- suited with a vanity mirror, some chairs, and a couch. It wasn't much. But you hadn't exactly expected much from a dingy club like this.
"You can sit down," He motions to the couch on the opposite end of the dressing room, you look back at him as you make your way over to it.
You're warm hot even, the tension in the room suddenly becoming palpable as Joost walks towards you, fidgeting with his tie, before pulling it off, and flinging it onto the arm of the couch.
"So," He begins, "Where should I start?" He's standing in front of you, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. You stare intently as each button comes undone, exposing more and more of the white tank top he wore as an undershirt. You take in a shaky breath, focusing on his hands, before slowly raising your head so you can meet his eyes.
"Hmm," You hum, "Which is your favorite?"
About 15 minutes later you're slumped a little more comfortably into the plush, velvety surface of the couch, drinking in the view as Joost grabs the end of the ribbed fabric of his tank top, pulling it up his stomach and over his head. Your breath hitches as he loses yet another article of clothing. You cross your legs, shifting in your spot on the couch-a familiar heat grows in your lower stomach.
"This one is Rayquaza- it's a pokemon." He points to the tattoo that sits on the side of his torso, "and this one," his hand moves to his shoulder, "Says 'Thanks for today'."
He stops, staring at you for a moment- a loss of words evident on his lips, still, you wait with bated breath to see what he was going to do next.
Nothing. He does fucking nothing. You have to pry,
"Do you have any more?" You lie- you know he does
"A few," He lets a lazy hand graze over his belt, stopping to palm the large metal buckle. It was like he was teasing you- like he knew what he was doing. "You want to see them?"
"Well," You're still focused on the tattooed knuckles that sit mere inches from you at eye level. You imagine how those fingers would look wrapped around your throat, or gripped around your jaw, or pulling at your hair. You bite your lip, blinking your way back to reality- "I mean, I did come here for the whole tour, right?" You look up at Joost with heavy-lidded eyes
"Right," He nods, his tongue gliding along his top teeth. The buckle is unclasped with a snap, and suddenly everything is real, you realize just how close he is to you. Dare you say you feel a little intimidated, the way he's standing over you, your sight line is barely at his waist. You ponder asking him if he needs help, saying you're probably at a better angle for getting the buttons on his pants undone- any excuse you can find to put your hands on him.
But you can't find the words- and surely if you tried to speak all that would come out of your throat would be dead air, a desperate croak. It was better to stay silent to maintain your air of confidence.
He doesn't seem to rush anything he's doing, instead, his eyes seem to be glued to you as he fully unbuckles his belt, letting each end hang down by his waist.
He fiddles with the buttons, popping them open before pulling at the zipper- but it doesn't budge.
"Fuck," He mutters under his breath- the expletive just barely intelligible, "It's stuck, could you-" He pauses for a moment, shifting glances between you and the zipper, "help?"
You nod slowly, your whole body enveloped in a tingling rush. You try to calm your trembling hand as you place it on his thigh for stability. You can't help but place your hand a little lower than where it had to be so you could slowly slide it upwards to get to a position that felt right. You tug at the zipper, and to your surprise- it immediately pulls gives. Your eyes flicker up towards him, and he gives you a knowing smile, nodding his head upwards- wordlessly telling you to keep going and unzip the full length of the zipper.
By this point, you're sure the two of you are on the same page about what you want, and it only adds to the anticipation. Slowly, keeping your hand braced on his thigh, you pull down the rest of the zipper.
You're biting down so hard on your cheek that you'll probably be able to taste blood any minute now.
"There," You respond, timid, your voice raising to a higher pitch.
He doesn't thank you, instead, he resumes his attention to the task at hand, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his pants, pulling slightly before letting them drop down below his knees.
Your body aches at the sight of the newly exposed skin, so close to having him where you wanted him- where you needed him.
"So this one," His hand points to the inked outline on his upper thigh. "Is of Belgium, actually"
"Hmm," You hum, "You know- I had pretty good marks in geography back in school- so if that's Belgium, then we should be right around," You drag out the sound of the last word as you swirl your finger in a circle, before placing your finger in a generous approximation of the city you were in was. "Here."
"Actually," He breathes out, grabbing your hand from where it sits against his thigh, "I think you should be right about, here." He places your hand right above his barely clothed cock.
You're a little taken aback by the boldness, but you nod in agreement, gently pressing the heel of your palm forward- he twitches under your soft movement. You shift your hips back and forth, begging for some friction from your tightly closed thighs. As you move side to side you can feel the arousal pooling in your panties and suddenly you want to do much more than give him head.
With each gentle stroke you make above his boxers, you can feel him growing harder. He's ready for you. Slowly, your fingers crawl up to the waistband of his underwear, just barely hooking into the elastic. You look up at him, asking for permission to go any further. He gives you an assuring nod of approval, and you waste no time pulling them down to his thighs.
You gasp as his now fully hard cock springs free from the fabric. Your lips part, musing at his impressive length. It almost makes you want to moan yourself.
His hand slips to your jaw, thumb grazing your lips, pulling down your bottom lip as to ask you to open your mouth for him. You oblige, unclenching your jaw, parting just enough for him to fit his thumb in, before swiftly closing again, sucking at his finger.
"C'mon," He mumbles, it's not demanding, but rather- just a reminder of what is in front of you- what you should be doing.
You place your hand at the base of his cock- firm but not tight. You softly guide your closed hand up towards the flushed, leaking head, getting a feel for each and every vein. You pump slowly, his soft groans like music to your ears.
"You understand any Dutch, baby?" He purrs,
"A little," You sputter out, nodding anxiously,
"Okay," He nods, "Sheller, schat."
He's telling you to go faster- fine by you. You begin to work your hand up and down, increasing speed in increments, until you get to a pace where his head is tipping back, and his groans aren't so soft anymore.
Joost's hand drops from your jaw, his body now lazy. You use your extra room to move now to bring your mouth closer to his cock. You swirl your tongue around your mouth before just barely opening up your mouth, letting a drop of spit fall from your lips onto his throbbing head to allow you to pump with less friction.
"Fuck," The sound that leaves his mouth is a higher pitch than you expected, closer to a whine than a groan.
Joost's hand finds its way to your hair, he tugs, its rough- but not painful, his movements are both sloppy yet deliberate.
His grip makes you sit up straight- and pushes your head forward until your lips are barely ghosting the tip of his cock
"I did say you have my consent," His words are breathy, but he manages to get them out, the rasp in his voice only working to get you more wound up.
You let your mouth fall open, licking around the head, the salty taste of precum now on your lips. If it had been entirely up to you, you would probably be a lot more romantic with this, placing gentle kisses against his thighs and stomach, gently teasing before really going in for it. But his firm grasp on your hair limits your movement, so you're confined to what he wants.
You take him in your mouth, trying your best to fit as much as possible. You gag slightly as he hits the back of your throat, Joost must have recognized it because all of a sudden he's loosening his fingers around your hair, his hand now only lazily resting on top of your head.
"It's okay," He soothes, gently petting the back of your head, "take what you can."
The way he speaks is oddly- sweet for the situation you're in. You were sure most famous men would be jumping at the chance to use some poor horny fan's throat.
The reassurance is comforting as you continue to bob your head up and down, continuing to use your hand on the areas you couldn't exactly reach.
It isn't long before his legs are getting shaky, you're sure he's close, his body tensing up.
"Fuck," He grunts before strengthing his grip on your hair once more, pulling your mouth off of him. Your shiny, swollen lips form a pout as you look up at him, wondering why he had done that.
He doesn't explain himself, only turning around to sit next to you on the couch. You stare at him intently, curious as to what he's thinking- pondering what his next move will be.
"Lay down, liefje" His orders are calm, and you quickly oblige, turning to lay your head on the arm of the couch. Your legs are bent upwards to make room for the two of you on the couch, but almost immediately he's grabbing at your ankles, moving your legs up so he can slide over, sitting in the middle of the couch now.
As he lets your legs go, the back of your thighs are now touching the tops of his, and he slides his hand to the spot right below where your skirt ends. Your breath hitches, you hadn't necessarily expected to be getting anything out of this yourself.
"Can I touch you there?" He asks, making you notice how light and cautious his touch actually is.
You nod with fervor, letting your desperation show completely.
"I need to hear it," He says, his hand traveling down your leg, towards your knee, getting further and further from where you want him.
"Yes," You continue to nod, "Wherever you want- Do whatever you want." You're desperately reaching out for his hand, trying to bring it back where it was.
He smirks, "Oh, schatje, I'm afraid I like to go slow." His palm gently massages your knee.
Somehow this doesn't surprise you.
Slowly, his hand trails back up your leg, and up your skirt. His thumb rubs soft circles against your upper thigh, as he lifts the end of your skirt up to your waist with his opposite hand.
Your body tenses at the sudden exposure, it finally hitting you that fucking Joost Klein was mere centimeters from your aching cunt.
Softly, his thumb glides up and down the lacy fabric of your panties, causing you to shiver. His bottom lip is tucked behind his teeth, his face a picture of complete concentration. Your hips thrust forward- you don't even necessarily mean for them too, but you can't help yourself, you need more friction.
"I don't remember teasing you like this," You whine
"Mmm," He pouts at you, almost mocking you, "You're right- mijn arme meisje." (My poor girl)
His fingers pull at the side of your panties, exposing your wet cunt to him. A single finger traces up your slick folds,
"Bend your legs," He requests, and you oblige, pulling your knees a little closer to you.
You're fully on display for him and the room suddenly feels very cold- your body shivers as his thumb teases your clit- making gentle circles around the swollen bud. Your breathing has no pace by now, just sharp and sporadic inhales whenever your chest doesn't feel so tight.
You want to beg- beg for him to finally slip his fingers inside you- but you wonder if you could even get a word out now.
But its like he can read your mind as a delicate finger teases your entrance before finally dipping in.
"Oh!" you gasp, back arching at the feeling of him inside of you. His finger pulses in and out of you a few times before he adds another, and you wince at the delightful stretch. It almost pains you how good he is at this- not in a physical sensation but the thought of how much practice a man would need to have you near screaming in mere seconds- the thought of sharing this was what was painful.
His fingers curl inside of you, hitting that delightful soft spot that makes an unfortunately loud moan leave your mouth. But however embarrassed you are by the sounds you've made, the smile on Joost's face, full of complete delight- makes you feel like you're doing something right.
The heat in your abdomen slowly spreads to the rest of your body, and your jaw begins to quiver, yet your legs are tense and rigid. You're desperately grabbing at the couch, needing something anything to hold on to. Your eyes are shut tight while you sputter out whatever expletives that come to your foggy mind, your pussy clenching in sharp spasms around Joost's fingers,
It's all so much- and then suddenly, nothing.
He stopped- and now he's taking his fingers out of you- the feeling of them slipping out makes you whine, and you can feel yourself coming close to the verge of tears.
"W-what," You exhale, fluttering open your eyes.
Joost pops those two fingers in his mouth- now shiny from your arousal- moaning slightly as he tastes you on his tongue.
"Get up," He says after his fingers fall from his mouth.
He's not seriously about to ask you to leave- is he? He could at least make you cum first.
You stare blankly at him, blinking slowly- a smile spreads across his face,
"C'mon," He cocks his head, implying he wants you standing in front of him.
You nod, trying to place your shaky legs on the ground. It fully takes you a few seconds until you feel stable enough to stand up, and you use the couch as support to try to lift yourself up. Joost grabs both of your hands- leading you to where he wants you in front of him.
"Take the rest of your clothes off," He lets go of your hands, letting them drop down at your thighs.
You smile sheepishly as you nod. You stare at him as you attempt to make quick work of what honestly little you had on. Joost's eyes are glued to you, concentrating carefully on every move you make.
Your hands slide up your hips- reaching towards the zipper on the back of your skirt. Slowly, you pull it down, as you do your skirt. You're overtly sensual with it, your own hot touch lingering on your skin.
Next, you're raising your top over your head, tossing it off behind you. You're about to reach behind you to unclasp your bra- but Joost speaks up,
"Turn around," He spins his finger in a circle, "Let me do it."
Within an instant, your back is facing him, and the couch creaks as Joost sits up. You jump as his hands fall on your hips,
"Calm down schatje," His hands trail up the sides of your torso, caressing you in an almost tender manner, "It's only me,"
Once his hands are nearly grabbing at the side of your tits, he glides a finger to the middle of your back, unclasping your bra with a skill and a speed you'd never experienced from a man. But honestly, you're more impressed with how far up your back he can reach while you're standing and he's sitting. It was a reminder of his height- god his height.
You let the straps of your bra slip down your shoulders before tossing it to the ground with the rest of your clothes.
Joost's hands grope at your now-exposed breasts, squeezing tight. The sudden sensation causes you to choke on a breath.
He can't seem to focus on any one thing for too long though because before you know it his hands are falling back down to your waist. Careful fingers loop through the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your thighs- the action causes you to shiver, tiny goosebumps now littering your skin,
Once he's pulled your panties down as far as he can, you're bending over to pull them the rest of the way off. Joost places a firm smack against your ass while you're bent in front of him. Not enough to really hurt- or to leave a mark, but enough to cause you to yelp.
A low chuckle escapes his mouth as his hand lingers on your ass, palming at the supple flesh. It's not too long of this until he's pulling at your hand again, forcing you to turn around- and you do.
You have to admit, you're tense under his watchful gaze- all of you there for his viewing pleasure.
His hand still wrapped in yours he pulls you forward, beckoning you to sit on his lap. You attempt to straddle his waist, but he's pulling you away, forcing you to only sit atop one thigh.
The minute your cunt brushes against his thigh you swear you really won't be able to control yourself much longer. You're staring down where you rest against his thick, toned thigh, sucking in a shaky breath.
Gentle fingers caress your chin, drawing your gaze upwards,
"Eyes on me," He smiles, his hand now crawling to the back of your neck.
He's tilting his head now, using his grip on your neck to draw you closer. You need little forcing to oblige however, your lips hungry for his.
A small moan leaves your mouth as your lips slot against his- the two of you fit together almost too perfectly, like two interlocking puzzle pieces. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to him, your bare chests on top of one another.
Joost's hand drops from your neck, and he's feeling all around your naked flesh with both hands now, groping and grabbing wherever he pleases.
Desperate for friction your hips buck back and forth, grinding against his thigh. You gasp desperately between kisses, enjoying the sensation of how your clit rubs against him. Sensing your pleasure, Joost rests his hands on your hips, gently guiding your hips against him.
With a delicate moan, your head falls to the side, breaking your shared long, ardent kiss. You rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes to focus solely on the sensation his skin brings to your throbbing cunt- your movements only grow more fluid as your arousal grows, spilling your slick onto Joost's thigh.
"Fuck," you whimper, "Fuck-" Breathy now, "Fuck me," It slips from your lips almost unintentionally, but you mean it wholeheartedly.
Joost slaps at your thing, motioning you to stop,
"I won't make you beg" He chuckles. He grabs your thigh helping keep you stable as you swing your leg to staddle him completely.
You hold yourself up, your cunt just centimeters away from his hard cock. He's holding your waist with one hand, the base of his dick with the other, helping to guide you onto him.
You gasp as the tip teases your entrance- your nerves getting the better of you- legs locking, feeling like you're unable to go any further,
"It's ok," He exhales, "You can take me."
His gentle encouragement gave you just what you needed to let go, to give in to exactly what you wanted.
Joost's movements are slow and careful as the two of you watch intently as he slips into you, small gasps falling from each of your lips. The way you stretch around him stings for a moment like he's splitting you in two, but as you find yourself lowering your hips further until he's bottomed out inside of you- the sting turns to pleasure, and you're anxious to thrust your hips upward again.
You throw your head back as you raise your hips, just as slow as you had lowered them, letting yourself feel the sensation of his thick cock against your walls.
"You want me to go faster?" You ask, lowering your hips once more.
He shakes his head, struggling for breath, "I told you, I like to go slow."
You maintain your careful pace, the way he guides you up and down his shaft is strangely romantic- as if the two of you had long been lovers.
You cannot bear to keep your body upright much longer, and soon you're once again slumped against Joost's chest. He's sticky with a fine sheen of sweat- nearly unbearably hot as you melt into him.
You're staring at that damn Lola Bunny tattoo- the thing that got you here in the first place. You watch intently as the light blue veins pop out on Joost's neck, his jaw clenching as you ride him.
You can't help yourself, letting your tongue brush over the tattoo, before sucking at his neck.
"Schat," He groans at the sensation of your lips on his neck, his body twitching, forcing his hips forward to meet your movements, bucking into you.
The sensation of Joost's cock sharply thrusting deeper into you causes you to bite down on his neck, stifling a moan. He lets out a whimper of pleasure you're not expecting to hear from his mouth, leading to continue what you were doing, gently nipping and sucking at him like you were some sort of goddamn vampire.
Joost's fingers are sure to bruise your hips from how hard they grip at your skin. Your movements are still careful- but they begin to speed up, desperate to bring the two of you toward completion.
His cock repeatedly hits inside of you- hitting that perfect spot that makes your hips spasm and your whole body rigid.
The coil of heat in your abdomen has been stretched so tight you're sure you'll be coming undone any second now- and you are. It starts as a quiver of the thighs, a tingle that begins to crawl up through each of your nerves.
"Head up," Joost demands, "Want to see you," He winces, thrusting into you, "Want to hear you," the lazy words roll right off his tongue
You remove your lips from his neck, leaving a trail of red and purple in your wake- but it's arduous work to raise your head from where it lies. Still, you strain until you're upright once more.
"-'M so close," You whimper, struggling to keep your eyes open as you feel your pulsing.
"That's okay," His voice is almost a growl, "Cum for me." His face twists as the speed at which you ride him greatly increases you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge- until you can't hold on much longer. You can barely hear- barely see, your senses entirely overwhelmed by the pleasure his cock brings you.
You're sure you're being way too loud, as high pitched- breathy yells of delight leave your mouth- sounding straight out of a porno except- they hadn't been forced, the sounds that escaped your lips had been entirely involuntary.
With one final strained wail, you're cumming, your poor pussy spasming around Joost's cock.
You're about to slump forward, lazy and drunk off pleasure, but Joost's strong grip stops you, pushing you back up.
"Hold on for just a few more seconds, schatje- I'm-" He doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence before he's spilling into your spent cunt. His warm seed coating your walls with a final grunt.
There both of you lay, naked, sweaty, and panting. You feel stuck to Joost's chest- eyes closed, brain entirely foggy- you'd been fucked completely stupid.
"So good," He mumbles in your ear, "You're so good."
You attempt to agree with him, but all that you can muster up is a lazy, "mmhm."
Joost's hand is in your hair, scratching at the back of your head, trailing kisses across your forehead. Perhaps it would have been better if he just pushed you off of him right then and there, zipped up his pants, and told you to leave. But he didn't he continued to hold onto you, massaging soothing circles into your scalp, peppering you with small kisses.
He was treading dangerous waters- making you feel so special, so singular to him.
"Hold on-," He stops, wrapping a strong arm behind your back as he leans forward, outstretching an arm to grab something out of the pants that still sit around his ankles.
You wince, aching at the movement- he's still inside of you.
"Sorry," He mumbles leaning back onto the couch, but you stay sitting up this time. There's a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in his hand. He flips the pack open with his thumb, pulling a cigarette out with his teeth. He places the cardboard box next to him, using his now free hand to place the cigarette fully between his lips. A flame, glowing amber, erupts from the lighter, burning the end of the cigarette. He inhales, the tip of the cigarette burning a pale orange.
He grabs the cigarette with two fingers, turning away from you to exhale, the area surrounding you filling with ghost-white swirls of smoke. The smell of burning tobacco graces your nose, in a way that is intoxicating.
"So," Joost smirks, "Did you enjoy the show tonight?"
a/n: AHHH im so excited to get this out into the world WHEW LAWD
Please some jealous (kind of toxic ) joost but with a happy ending 🙏🙏🙏🙏
A/N: **fiddles fingers maliciously** this- I love this- He would so be sorta toxic and totally let his ego get ahead of him- this is gonna be fun to write! I hope you like it!!!!-
GN!Reader x Joost :>
CW: Toxic mannerisms, Marko is being used as the reason Joost gets worked up- (I love Marko I swear-), swearing, Angry Joost, tinny witty bitty bit of angst, Joost overthinking, smoking. (Let me know if I missed anything!!
Word count: 1,747
The after party for eurovisions semi final was packed with the singers and the energy in the room was for sure through the roof. Joost your good friend and his group invited you to come with, Joost wanting to share this moment with you more than anything- the excitement and hype of everyone putting their hearts out there and competing only to come together to talk about how much happened, having you there would make it even better, if that would be even possible.
You agreed to come along, not that you had much choice, the Dutchman having begged and nagged and spammed you until you agreed. Not that you didn't want to come! But you knew you would stand out like a sore thumb, probably hang out by a corner waiting for the delicious food to be available or not so crowded. Looking over your outfit and the time you smile pleased with how you look and wonder slightly if Joost would too. You have had the biggest crush on him since a few months after you got to know him, the feelings having appeared and clung onto you with every ounce of power possible, and honestly? You were fine with that. Smoothing out your clothes you look at the time and decided if you want to make it in time you absolutely had to leave.
Grabbing your bag you left your hotel you had booked for the event and quickly drove over to the Venue like Joost told you it would be, not leaving the Malmo Arena, I guess the hosts didn't want to spend more money renting another place out for the singers, at least it was well know and easy to find. Stepping out of your car you hurry inside showing the security your invite from Joost and entering the main lobby reading your friends text to find the way glaring at the device unsure of what Joost was even trying to explain
"Are you looking for someone?" A strong accented and shy voice came from behind you causing you to turn around and blink a few times at the man in a very midevil looking outfit and gentle eyes holding a cup of what you assumed was water, but could be vodka- maybe he was crazy like that "Sorry- Im Marko.." He quickly introduces himself before continuing "You look extremely lost- Im sorry for spooking you" He says with a genuine tone leading to a smile pulling its way onto your lips. After introducing yourself you look back down at your texts "Im actually here for the after party? my friend- one of the performers invited me and he is quite the character when it comes to instructions..." You rub the back of your neck trying to explain the situation to the stranger who was just as bashful as you "Oh! I was just heading back! I'm not very talkative so I got some air but I can take you to the area they have for us" He offers running his hand through his hair that is surprisingly still in good shape like he had maybe applied hairspray not too long ago "Oh would you??" You put away your phone letting Marko nod and wave his hand indicating you to follow
"So who is your- eh- friend?" Marko looks over at you trying to make small talk. "Oh! His names Joost, he is representing the Netherlands." You explain and Marko's face brightens a little "Oh yes! I enjoy his company!" Marko nods with a smile "Makes sense you two are friends! it seems he can befriend almost everyone" He explains putting a finger to his jaw in what seems to be thought "Do you like cats?" Marko questions as you two get closer to the room, music can be heard from inside. nothing too crazy or club like but maybe just background ambiance "Oh yeah! They are so cute! I don't have any of my own but I like visiting my friends kitty's" You smile watching Marko excitedly pull out his phone "Oh let me show you mine!" He says as you two enter the room Marko going through his camera roll leaning into you to get closer so you can see better
Joost Turns to look at the door, hearing the squeak of the hinges that whines under the weight of it being even cracked open and furrows his brows seeing you walk in with Marko...What was he doing out there? Realizing he must have left the party Joost grows even more confused as to why you two were together- wasn't his directions perfectly understandable? His large blue coat long since shedded, Joost rolls up the sleeves of his white button up and crosses his arms leaning on a table watching the two of you interact. 'he is very close to you' he thinks to himself, a sour taste in his mouth watching you laugh at something he had said 'why is he, the shyer one of the bunch all buddy buddy with you? I mean you always have been so approachable- but that's not fair.' Joost clicks his tongue growing more and more impatient 'what if you are leaving me for him? what if you even forget who invited you here?' Joost can feel his patience thinning and the party getting quieter the more he focuses in on you two. Marko with a big grin on his face and you laughing at a photo he had shown you.
"Hey there you are!" Joost doesn't even recall when he had took strides over- or when he was so close to you he could feel the warm body heat emitting off of you "Marko! How nice of you to find my nieuwsgierig hertje". he purrs looking down at the man who is staring up at him "Oh uh-" Marko looks over at you and then slowly puts his phone away and wraps both hands around his drink "Yeah no issues" Marko nods. "No issues." Joost repeats grinding his molars together forcing a grin. he had never any issues with the Croatian- until he was basically in your arms "Bye-" Marko waves at you with a small smile wanting to escape the current situation and looking at Joost before entering the party again "Joost- You spooked him away" You sigh wrapping your arm around your friend leaning into him and Joost can feel his mind calming "He was too close to you" Joost huffs taking his glasses out of his chest pocket putting them on and pushing them up his nose
"He was showing me his cats-" You raise a brow and Joost looks down at you "that close? I think he just wanted to be up on you" Joost rubs his arms and looks away with annoyance lacing his voice "Whats got you in a mood?" you tug on his shirt and Joost grumbles "Nothing." He reply's and you frown "Nothing my ass, what's wrong" You stand your ground not expecting the tall blonde to drag you out into the hall not caring about his grand exit.
"Nothing is wrong." He snaps once you both get out into the hall "You were all emojis and smiles before you saw me walk in with Marko! he was very sweet." you huff and Joost crosses his arms "Sweet huh? sounds like you have a crush." He fixes his glasses that are slipping off his nose "I just met him Joost, what's up with you?" you frown walking towards him "This is a new side of you" You observe and Joost shakes his head "Im always like this okay?" he throws his hands up and you shake your head
"What- is wrong." you demand and Joost glares "Maybe I don't want to see someone I think highly of with some other guy." He says sarcastically "Highly of?" You push and Joost shakes his head "What are you talking about." You reach for him and Joost grabs your wrist, not hard- you could actually pull away if you wanted too "Someone I have wanted as mine forever, walks in with a guy who clearly was hanging off your every word." Joost pushes through his teeth.
you both stand there still as a wall and Joost observes your face, his pupils scanning you over and avoiding eye contact " you- want me?" You repeat and Joost sighs "onoplettend" he mutters and you shake your head "You cant use your mother tongue to get out of this Joost-" you say and take a shaky breath "Do you like me? like- like like-" You mutter and Joost swallows hard "Ja." He responds and you can feel your face grow hot "Really?" you mutter and Joost drops your wrist "Really. and it really- shook me I guess seeing you come in with him.." Joost grumbles and you shake your head "Your directions were ass" You laugh a little upon noticing Joost's offended face "They were eligible-" He defends and you sigh "I- feel the same- I have for such a long time-" You admit with a small smile "I never thought it was possible-" You shrug and Joost blinks at you like you are speaking in a whole other language
"Not possible-??" he repeats in pure shock "You are the most funniest, smartest, good looking, talented, and so much more of a person that I have ever met." Joost says his eyes going soft and you cant help the silence that comes after your brain still playing catch up with the new information "I wanted to tell you properly- a way you would see me as the same ways I see you..." He rubs his forearms nervously tracing his scattered tattoos. "but I guess-" He smiles "This might do?" he chuckles and you rub your mouth slightly with your hand "It does more than might do- I'm so happy-" You mutter and close your eyes taking a deep breath before walking towards him and embracing him in a big bear hug "You don't know how happy I am that you feel the same way" Joost says exasperated "Next time just tell me you goof than getting all jealous" You tease and Joost shakes his head "I was NOT jealous lets get that straight right now" He states playfully "Okay Mr.Not jealous" You chuckle as Joost wraps his arms around you "how does dinner sound tomorrow night-" He smiles and you nod slightly into his chest "consider it a date." you hum
Dutch translation: Curious deer: "nieuwsgierig hertje". Yes: Ja Oblivious: onoplettend
A/N: heheheh I'm just cranking these out!!! I hope you liked it Anon and I hope it was what you were wanting! if not feel free to request again and I'm more than happy to keep writing!!! Thank you all for the love and the requests and everything! it makes my day seeing how many of you like my stuff....thank you!
i love you all!!!!!
hiii!!<3 if you’re thinking abt writing for joost, can u pls write some thing abt an established relationship fic based off the song birds of a feather by billie eilish if u can! love ur writing!
Hi anon! thank you sm for the request <33 this song is so sweeeet omg!!! also... technically an established relationship, but i do recap how reader and joost met :-)
Birds of a Feather | Joost Klein
description: gn!reader reflects on all the special moments in your and Joost's relationship following an unexpected proposal.
content: so insanely cheesey! sorry! pure fluff! + lots of crying (mostly happy tears) literally the most tiny smallest sexual reference
word count: 2426 (this was supposed to be under 1k words but i got soooo carried away)
/I don't know what I'm crying for / I don't think I could love you more/
Shaky fingers fiddle with the cold metal looped around your ring finger. Your hand flexes outward, watching as the light from your window reflects onto the small stone. Something warm rolls down your cheek- a solitary teardrop, caressing the skin of your face. Your hand reaches up to wipe away the tear, but it's too late, you can feel more welling up near your waterline, any sudden movement now would send tears streaming down your face. You look up, your eyelids brink rapidly in an attempt to prevent the inevitable waterworks.
You hadn't seen an engagement coming- in all the years you'd been together, it still seemed like a milestone that had felt so far away. Until Yesterday.
You and Joost had been nearly inseparable since just about the moment you had met- A nervous 20-year-old studying abroad in the Netherlands for your second to last semester of university. You sat on the stairs outside of the apartment building that stood as your temporary housing for the semester, on the brink of tears, your randomly assigned roommate had been a real piece of work. You were on your third argument that week alone, and, saying you were fed up was an understatement. You contemplated at that moment packing your things and just going back home.
"Gaat het?" (Are you ok?) A voice calls out, a goofy-looking blonde standing at the bottom of the stairs. He looks vaguely familiar, you think you may have seen him in the elevator of your apartment once or twice.
You furrow your eyebrows at him, "Ik spreek niet veel Nederlands," Using one of the few Dutch phrases you knew to tell him you don't speak Dutch. You shake your head, kind of hoping he would get lost, not wanting to be bothered.
"Ah," He nods, "Do you speak English?"
You stare at him for a moment, unsure if you should lie, after all he was a stranger but something is telling you to tell him the truth.
"Yeah," You sniffle, attempting to remove any emotion from your face.
"Are you okay?" He asks again, this time you understand.
"I'm fine," You weren't exactly searching for a deep conversation about your current struggles in someone you didn't know.
"People who are fine don't usually sit outside their apartment building crying."
You bite your lip, contemplating engaging the kind stranger in what was ailing you at the moment. You sigh, having a feeling he would probably keep pestering you if you continued to insist you were feeling in a way you actually weren't.
"It's just my roommate-"
Two months after your first encounter with the blonde man at the bottom of the stairs, you were standing in front of a mirror, doing a final check of your outfit before going on your first date. You had learned his name was Joost, he was 21, and lived in an apartment two floors above you.
He was unimaginably kind, with a wit unparalleled by anyone you'd ever met before, and truthfully, he was very cute- so when he had initially asked you out, you couldn't get a "yes" out fast enough.
It seemed a little inconvenient, given that you only had one more month left in the Netherlands- but he knew this, and didn't necessarily seem like he had been looking for anything too serious. Besides, it would be nice for you to have a good connection with someone outside of the people you saw in your classes.
There's a knock at the door, and your feet are quick to start shuffling under you, you're practically running to go open it.
You stop for a moment as you get to the door, letting a deep breath fill your lungs to capacity, before letting it out, whipping the door open as you do so.
Joost is standing behind it, a smile plastered on his face, hands behind his back. He's dressed up, now that you thought about it, you never really saw him in anything other than a sweatshirt or t-shirt and some jeans. It was a pleasant change- a white button-up shirt and some dress pants even if both articles of clothing had been obviously wrinkled.
"Hey," He greets, removing his hands from where they rest behind him, revealing a bouquet of flowers in an outstretched arm, "These are for you- I didn't know what kind of flowers you liked so I sort of just guessed." He's unsure of himself, in an entirely endearing way. He was trying.
"For me?" You grin, "Aww, Joost!" You take the flowers from his hands, "Let me go find something to put these in."
A month later you're sitting on Joost's couch after what you assumed would be your last date together. Your study abroad program was ending in three days, and you'd be returning back home.
There is an air of sadness that surrounds you, one that you hadn't expected to feel- you'd only known the man for three months, yet somehow it felt like you were leaving someone you had known your whole life.
Gentle fingers grab onto your jaw, Joost is turning your head to force you to look at him.
"You know," He starts, "I've really been enjoying our time together."
"Me too," You agree, a small smile peaking onto your face, you try not to give way to the sadness you were feeling.
"And," He says, "Y/n, I really like you, and I think if I don't ask you now, I'm never going to get the chance to ever again."
"What?" You perk up, your heart suddenly beating much faster, your breathing quickens, unsure of what he's going to say next.
"Well- I- what I'm trying to say is, do you want to go out with me? Like- officially- like dating." His voice is trembling, you'd never seen him so anxious before.
"Joost I-" You sigh, the reality of your situation crashing into you harder than it had before, "I'm leaving soon- we'll be hours away, when am I going to see y-"
You're cut off by Joost's lips crashing into yours, your thoughts suddenly disappearing the second your lips connect. You're entirely overwhelmed with emotion, every wire in your brain is fried, this move was an utter surprise, up until this point your relationship had been entirely chaste; the furthest you'd gone was sharing a hug at the end of your dates. Still, you kiss him back, your hand finding its way to his shoulder, tugging at it, begging him to come closer to you.
It had been seven and a half months since you had last seen Joost, but the two of you had talked at length each and every day during that time. By now, you had finished your degree in University and were ready to really start your life.
You could remember the cheer of excitement on the other end of the phone when you told Joost after a month of job hunting you had secured a job in the Netherlands.
"Does that mean you're coming back here?"
"Yeah, the job starts at the end of next month ."
A month and a half didn't necessarily give you much time to plan things out to the extent you would have liked, but Joost was more than ready and willing to help you out.
He had posited moving into his apartment- but the suggestion while sweet- was quickly thrown out. It wouldn't have been an ideal commute to your new job.
So the two of you got on to looking elsewhere, he had been kind enough to take the time out of his days to go to apartment showings for you near where you'd be taking your job, keeping you on Facetime as he viewed the places.
Eventually, you had found one you absolutely fell in love with, in perfect distance from the job. The problem had been- it was quite a ways out of your budget. You were heartbroken, it had basically been your dream apartment.
Joost, always swift with solving problems, suggested that the two of you move into the apartment together, that way he could cover the rest of the rent that you couldn't afford. And while you were over the moon about his offer- you worried about what living together would do to your relationship, the two of you had known each other for less than a year- would living together be such a great idea?
But as you're standing in the doorway of your bedroom on the first night being in your new apartment, staring up at Joost, who's leaning against the door frame- you just know you made the right decision.
A careful hand glides across your cheek, resting at the back of your neck,
"Thank you for coming back," Joost muses, gently massaging the spot where his hand resides. You lean into his touch,
"There was no other option" There's an undeniable twinkle in your eyes, admiring the man who stood above you, tired and messy from a long day of moving.
"I've been waiting to tell you this in person," His grip on your neck suddenly becomes still, rigid, "And- even if you don't feel the same yet, I just wanted to say that I love you." He's talking fast, simpering after he finishes his short words before resuming the gentle massaging motion of his thumb against your neck.
The breath is almost entirely knocked out of you- he loves you.
The words just about run out of your mouth, "I love you too,"
"You do?" His pupils are blown wide, "You love me too?"
You nod fervently, never having meant a statement so immensely in your life.
Joost is leaning down now, his head tilted so his lips can perfectly interlock with yours. It is possibly the hungriest kiss the two of you had ever shared, with the obvious implication of love now behind it. If Joost hadn't snaked his free arm around your back, you probably would have fallen straight to the ground, your legs tingling with excitement.
He pulls away, looking into your mostly empty bedroom, a smirk appearing on his face,
"What do you say we christen that bed I spent all day putting together?"
Five years later you're still living in that same apartment, the once-empty space now fully decorated with beautiful memories.
And now, the most crystal-clear memory sparkled in your brain, almost as bright as the ring itself. You'd been crying in intervals since then- since it happened since - You replayed it in your head.
"Do you remember when we first met?" Joost's fingers interlock with yours as the two of you walk down a familiar street- You were unsure of why Joost had insisted on taking you here, to the town where you both had lived when you met.
"How could I ever forget?" You grin, "Feels like just yesterday I was crying to some strange Dutch boy about my roommate issues."
"And how you told me, you never wanted to see the Netherlands again?" His words are slow as he looks deeply into your eyes, glimmers of adoration shining from every feature on his face.
"God, I was so dramatic- wasn't I?" You look away from him, scoffing as you look down at the pavement, thinking about your old self, looking back on it- it was a stupid decision to let one person ruin almost two months of your life, but back then it seemed like the biggest deal in the world. "Funny" You shrug, "The decision I made to talk to you on the day I was most certain I was just going to pack up and leave forever led me to making the Netherlands my home." You shake your head, "I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't met you on that day, but I don't think there's a reality that exists where we aren't together."
"Don't make me cry," He chuckles.
"I mean- I don't mean to be all sappy, but it's true- if soulmates are real, I can guarantee you're mine."
He's grinning now, you'd been so lost in your thoughts you barely noticed where the two of you had ended up, back at your old apartment, right in front of those very steps the two of you had met on.
He's pulling you up the stairs, and needless to say you're confused about this trip down memory lane.
"I think it's only appropriate that I do this here," His voice is low, and he's blinking more rapidly than usual. His hand slips from yours, and falls into his pocket- you watch anxiously for his next move. There's something in his hand now, and he's slowly bending down onto one knee.
The tears start nearly immediately, before he says a single word, you're cupping your mouth with your hand
"Y/n," He looks up at you, through the lenses of his glasses you can see there are tears in his eyes too, "Wil je met me trouwen?" (will you marry me)
"Joost," You choke out a sob- "Yes, Yes!" Your whole body is full of a tingling sensation, and your heart feels like it occupies more space in your chest than it did before, swelling with an overwhelming amount of love.
Joost grabs your trembling hand, caressing it tenderly with his thumb before slipping on the ring. You let him hold your hand for a moment more before you're pulling it away, desperate to see. You outstretch your hand in front of you, looking at the glimmering stone that sits on your finger. A visual confirmation of what had just happened.
He's barely stood all the way up before you're reaching for him, knocking into him with an embrace so energetically that it nearly knocks him over. As he catches his balance he wraps his arms right back around you, pulling you into him.
If you were to have gotten any closer, the atoms that make up each of your bodies may have actually fused together. Though you wish you could, despite how you fully braced Joost's body it doesn't feel like enough you want him closer to you.
Still, you're so warm in his tight embrace, letting out choked tears of joy against his chest.
A gentle kiss falls on the top of your head, followed by your favorite words to hear out of Joost's mouth, "Ik hou van jou." (I love you)
You shut your eyes, basking in the moment, you could absolutely get used to hearing those words every day for the rest of your life.
/I'll love you 'til the day that I die / 'Til the light leaves my eyes/
A/N: ANOTHER ONE- This was requested! And I'm so excited to be writing it >:) I also got some friendly advice which I thank! i haven't written in a long time so my formats are kinda weird but I appreciate the Anon that reached out so here is some work on that!!!
THIS IS A SMUT- IF UR UNDER 18- DO NOT READ >:^
Joost x Virgin!Insecure!Goth!Plus sized! Reader :D
CW: Sexy time, insecurity while lovemaking, Joost being the man that he is and loving reader no matter what, Joost loves all body types- bro is not picky-, loves reader the most tho, Swearing, slight overstimulation- >:3
word count: 2,480
You and Joost have been together for longer than either one of you can remember. meeting during your teen years and kicking it off. He has watched you grow and develop and become the beautiful woman you are and you have done the same, Watching him grow his music career and become a person you have always found safety in. He had always protected you from the bullies who made you feel down about your weight and was always the person to lift you back up afterward and restore your self-esteem-
That being said- Joost and you have never had sex, you have made out, touched, and gotten so close but never continued. you never questioned that maybe he didn't love you- it seemed like his own worries or anxiety, but that would change.. Getting home you set your bag down and sigh the makeup you always articulately put on in the morning feeling heavy from your long shift at work and you are ready to just lay down with the love of your life, you kick the door shut with the bottom of your foot and set the keys on the counter only then noticing your Boyfriend still had not run up to greet you- which was weird for him and definitely out of character, maybe he was asleep?
"Joost?" you call out carefully if he is asleep and you don't want to wake him up or cause a disruption. kicking off your flats you walk deeper into your shared apartment, pictures of you and Joost hung up everywhere, conventions, concerts, dates- they all had fond memories. Getting closer to your room you quiet your footsteps knowing your boyfriend to snore no matter what position he is in but when you hear soft panting and grumbling. Blinking a few times you step closer unsure if you are hearing correctly "God, je bent zo mooi" a gruff Dutch accent breathes out and you can feel your face flush red realizing it is Joost. Touching himself. You peak into the room seeing your boyfriend's back as he sits on the edge of the bed with his head thrown back and hair messy and disheveled, eyes closed and mouth slightly hanging open. You can feel your eyes dilate and your mouth quickly watering- maybe this is wrong to watch-
Before you can turn around and act like you saw nothing Joost's eyes droopily open and quickly snap open upon seeing you- "schijten!" He yells surprised sitting up and you blink a few times his voice lower than you are used to "Babe- I- uh-" He sputters out "I wasn't expecting you home-" he explains watching you push into the room as Joost grabs the blanket to cover himself up trying to keep any ounce of dignity he may have left his face flushed red and sweat trailing down his brow. You both have a stare off and before you can think you mutter out "Do you want help..?" your mouth goes faster than your head can catch and understand what you just said clicking and you quickly blink "I mean- if you want" You mutter and before you can overthink it Joost nods eagerly "God I want you" he huffs out his grip on the blanket increasing. The goth look had always been a style Joost loved, especially on you- and he wasn't ever scared to think about you in that scene.
You step over cautiously watching Joost as he watches you like fresh meat. Reaching out Joost takes you by the wrist and pulls you towards him sitting up slightly to catch your lips in a heated kiss, quickly using his other hand to cup your cheek and groaning into your mouth. Feeling your whole body heat up you can't help but lean into it, enjoying the quick adrenaline seemingly causing both of you to work faster. Joost drops your wrist and gently grabs your waist pulling you onto his lap surprised when you break the kiss "Wait- I don't want to hurt you-" You mutter trying to stand up only to get tugged down again and forced to look at a genuine and vulnerable Joost "You couldn't hurt me, you are perfect.." He whispers moving your hair and leaning in to kiss you again "So...perfect" He says between kisses trailing down your jawline and neck stopping to suck and nibble at your soft skin "A goddess who graces my life every single day" He hums scooting back onto the bed and flipping you both over so he is on top- "Please let me worship you" He mutters his blue eyes blown wide and his face a bright red "Let me show you how much I love you" he begs kissing on your neck listening to your sweet gasps and murmurs tilting your head to the side to let him kiss on you more. "Please Joost" you hum your eyes closed in bliss "Please" You repeat your brain turning into mush as he trails his hands under your dark blouse and gently pulls it over your head kissing down your neck and peppering your collarbones in hickeys
"So beautiful" He mutters his accent getting thicker and thicker with every passing minute. he kisses down your cleavage and down your stomach his hands rubbing up and down your sides enjoying the soft flesh under them. getting lower until he is between your legs he works at your pants careful when removing them and allowing you to help him he kisses your thighs feverishly enjoying the closeness between you two "God I'm an idiot for not doing this sooner my Mooie meid" he growls getting closer to the area you want him most sending you into a whiny mess "God Joost please" You moan throwing your head back into your comfortable comforter "Please what?" Joost purrs hooking his fingers around your underwear and tugging slightly looking up at you from between your legs "Use your words pretty girl~" He practically growls "Please Joost- please eat me out please take my virginity-" You moan looking down at him in a dazed state "There we go~ Your voice is like heaven~" Joost sighs pulling your underwear down and off your ankles leaning in and pressing his lips to your core his mustache ticking you slightly but the feeling of him actually touching you could be enough to throw you over the edge.
"God!" You moan letting your head fall back onto the bed as Joost lets his tongue press flat against your folds dragging a slow line up and kissing the bud of nerves between your legs causing your legs to instinctively close only for Joost to hold them apart "No, No Princess, how can I take care of you? Keep them open for me, hmm?" He purrs massaging the soft flesh in his hands "God it feels so good" You huff out only for Joost to chuckle "Oh Yeah?" he leans down taking the bundle of nerves carefully into his mouth sucking and using his tongue to tease you further. Fighting to keep your legs open you reach down to thread your fingers through his hair and Joost could swear this is the closest to heaven he may ever come. "Holy shit you taste amazing~" Joost groans leaning farther down and presses his tongue against your entrance testing the waters his eyes shining when your eyes roll back into your head. bringing a hand up he uses a finger to gently take his tounges place teasing your entrance before gently pushing inside of you carefully watching your reactions, extra careful not to hurt you "Joost!" you moan out your eyes screwing shut "Oh, I know baby, I know" He purrs pushing a little bit further into you "Just tell me if it gets too much-" He mumbles leaning down and licking your clit kissing and teasing it while he slowly enters his finger into you
once his knuckles meet your heat he glances up at you, meeting your eyes which are watching him intensely, your mouth hung open in pleasure. "Please move-" You mutter watching Joost slowly pull his finger out and enter you again carefully pumping his finger into your heat not wanting to push you too much but eventually speeding up. "Feel good..?" Joost huffs out nibbling on your thigh closest to his face leaving a few more hickeys "Oh god please don't stop" You whimper one of your hands covering your mouth slightly, your makeup running but neither of you care. Joost pulls out and adds another finger slowly pushing inside you. You gasp and arch your back "O-OH-" You yelp and Joost kisses your stomach "I'll be slow, are you okay?" Joost looks over your face in worry and you nod "Please- continue- it feels so good-" You whimper and he nods eventually meeting a pace that he had with his single digit. you are a mess of moaning and whimpering "I'm so close Joost please" You whine out your hands tightly wrapped in his soft hair and Joost smirks connecting his mouth with your clit sucking and licking away at it increasing the speed with his fingers until you feel the knot in your stomach snap and you cum all over his mouth and fingers which causes Joost to let out a loud moan of his own carefully and quickly licking your cum off his lips, slowly pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. You whine at the empty feeling and Joost chuckles leaning up and kissing you softly
You moan the tase of yourself on your own lips and Joost pulls away slightly "Think you can take the real thing?" Joost purrs looking you in your beautiful eyes "Please, Please-" You murmur against his lips and Joost chuckles "You sure beautiful?" he near growls and you nod feverishly "Okay- ill be careful" He mutters kissing you again and reaching down to take hold of his cock in his hands, pumping it a few times before leaning forward and aligning the tip with your core "Just say stop if it gets too much? I don't want to hurt you.." Joost mutters looking down at you with gentle eyes and you nod "Please take me-" You mutter running your fingers over his chest, Joost nods pushing his tip into you slowly and you can't help but quickly cover your mouth to muffle your moans. Joost pulls your hand off your mouth and shakes his head "Let me hear you mooi" he moans pushing in some more almost drooling at the sounds that leave you "Oh my god Joost please" You whine arching your back and pressing your chest against his, quickly Joost reaches under you and unstraps your bra discarding it somewhere in the room and his eyes dilated on the nipple piercings looking back at him "When did you get these done?" he questions through hard panting looking at you and you sheepishly look away "Maybe a few months ago~" You purr and Joost growls under his breath "you sneaky Minx you~" He hmms pushing in further and bottoming out against you causing you both to let out loud moans, Joost hissing at how tight you are "tell me when to move baby" He moans
Joost leans down taking one of your pierced nipples into his mouth. You can't help but buck your hips causing you both to gasp and Joost to groan in pleasure making your nipples more sensitive you huff and puff trying to catch your breath from how overstimulated you are "Please move" You nod and Joost looks up at you from his attack on your breasts " you sure?" Joost looks over your face and the sheer determination behind your eyes is all he needs before he pulls his hips back and thrusts into you slowly and intently.
After a while of going slow you beg him to speed up the pleasure of his dick melting your brain "Oh my god Joost please-" You whimper the snap of his hips echoing off the walls the room filled with lewd sounds and neither of you could care even if you wanted too "You like that baby?" Joost moans out his hair in every direction and your hands latched onto his arms like it might be a life support. speeding up Joost hangs his head low giving more attention to your nipples. You wrap your legs around his waist wanting nothing more but to be even closer to him. "im- I'm gonna-" You whimper and cry out "Cum for me schat" Joost growls covering your breasts in hickeys. You close your eyes tightly feeling Joost speed up making sure you memorize every ridge of his cock "Taking me so well" He moans "Such a beautiful girl on my dick" he growls "How lucky of a man for me to have a woman as beautiful as you" He laughs. Still, it comes out more like an airy breath "Joost I'm cumming!" You moan throwing your head back and Joost closes his eyes letting out his own moans "Cum on this dick baby girl" He snaps and you can feel your second orgasm hitting you like a bus.
Joost pulls out and cums all over your stomach and pelvic bone letting out his own sounds of pleasure including a string of Dutch moans. "You were amazing baby" Joost pants out leaning forward and kissing you softly pulling away and kissing you again, covering your face in love "So perfect for me" He hmms standing up a bit wobbly on his feet, his orgasm knocking the wind of out of. "Stay here baby.." he mumbles and enters your shared bathroom bringing back a warm wash rag and the bag of your makeup removers and skin care products "Here let me help," Joost says softly cleaning his cum off your body and kissing your stomach every chance he gets "Have I told you how wonderful you are?" He mutters with hooded lids. You smile and nod "But I don't think I could ever get enough" You hum sitting up the best you can only to be gently laid back down by Joost "Nope! I'm taking care of my princess" He demands and you just smile letting him clean your face off and your skin. Once done Joost crawls into bed with you making sure you both are comfy and pulls you into his chest
"I love you sweetheart" He mumbles kissing your face and You can't help but wrap your arms around him wanting to be as close as possible letting Joost pull the blankets over the two of you. "I love you too Joost, I love you so much" You mutter hiding your face in his chest and letting Joost play with your hair and mutter praises and sweet things in your ear rubbing your back with his free hand
Dutch translation: God, You are so beautiful-God, je bent zo mooi
Beautiful- Mooi Sweetheart- Schat Beautiful girl-Mooie meid
A/N: THANK YOU FOR READING >:3 First time writing smut in a HOT MINUTE HOLY CRAP- Thank you for ALL THE LOVE?!?!?! Keep the requests coming >:))) I love you all!!!
Joost Klein x drunk!reader in the club🎉🎉🥳 (but she’s like messy drunk and probably needs to be cut off)
A/n: MY FIRST REQUEST 😭😭 THANK YOU ANON! I had tons of fun writing this for you! I hope you like it 😭
CW: weed, drinking, throwing up, swearing, clubbing, LET ME KNOW IF I MISS ANYTHING!!!!!
Word count: 1,297
Getting drunk was something that wasn't the norm for you, not that you didn't drink but you always were lenient at getting DRUNK. But it was a good night, Your boyfriend and his group had just finished a concert that went super well and with adrenaline and energy still high everyone decided the night club was a good location to let loose and enjoy the rest of the night while its young. You of course decided to let loose a little- just a little tonight seeing as your boyfriend Joost was so ecstatic and you had so much energy from being in the crowd who was loud and very very expressive tonight. The club was surprisingly packed and that just added to the excitement even more. “We are going to have a good night, yes?’ your boyfriend whispered into your ear leaning down and kissing your cheek with a smile “of course” you reach back to run your fingers through his hair that was still damp from the many water bottles he had poured over himself to cool down. He shudders and sighs into your ear before standing up and stretching a little looking over at his friends and back over at you sliding you his card from his wallet “Get yourself something to drink- i might lay off the alcohol tonight-” he thinks to himself deciding a few cigarettes and maybe a joint or two sounded a lot better than getting drunk and dealing with a hangover ontop of exhaustion the next morning “then come meet us over there-” he points over at a little less crowded part of the club “maybe me and you can test the dance floor” Joost winks leaning down to kiss both your cheeks which you accepted before catching his lips in a quick kiss “Ill be over in a second” You hummed “Save me a seat-” you requested stepping back towards the crowded bar. Joost smirks and pats his thigh with a wink “you always have one if you ask” He purrs and you can feel your face flush before waving him off “go sit down” You chuckle before turning on your heel going towards the bar ignoring the cat call your boyfriend sends your way but you cant ignore the small smile and a laugh making its way up your throat.
You dont actually know what happened. One drink turned into two before you could stop and then three- you knew you were supposed to go back to meet up with Joost and your friend but the drink you randomly picked out was just- so good- and before you could even step away you had finished the glass and got another. Clearly the alcohol in the drink was a lot stronger than what you were used too as you began to get fuzzy and eager for the next drink- the bartender not realizing how quickly your tolerance was dwindling- and you were also admittedly not aware of how quickly your once steady standing turned unsteady and how quickly vomiting sounded pretty nice, on your 8th glass you ended up leaning on the counter to support yourself drunkenly singing along to the fast paced dutch song blasting out of the stereos at the head of the club- the people around you joining in on your own little concert you didn't even realize was pretty loud. Ordering another drink unable to even lift your arm without feeling tingly or nauseous you felt a hand grab your shoulder “I have a boyfriend you fuck-” You whip your head around and look at the chest that greets you “Ugh men-” You slur and look up at concerned blue eyes “ shit schat- your fucking hammered” Joost mutters smelling the sweet alcoholic drink on your breath “How much did you have?” he questions a little worried as you blink and then giggle a little “You are so hot-” you mutter falling into his arms a little “how did i bag a beauty like youuuu~” you giggle running your fingers over his shoulders and Joost wraps his arms around your waist to support your unsteady weight “so warm” You flutter your eyelashes at him closing your eyes and humming in content “You are drunk” Joost hums smiling down at you a little “How did you get so drunk- i leave you alone for a few minutes” He raises a brow not an ounce of anger or disappointment in his voice- if anything he is amused- you dont ever get drunk so what was different today? Joost reaches behind you grabbing your half drank beverage and taking a swig surprised at the intensity of the Alcohol count “Holy shit-” He blinks and looks down at you “i didnt know you were that hardcore” He laughs dodging your hands which are now trying to touch his face in sheer admiration “it’s nuuthing” you giggle out running your fingers through his hair “mmsoft” you chuckle letting Joost gently pull you away from the bar after confirming with the tender the bill was payed not worried about the expenses. Joost tugs you along letting you drag your feet every now and again not too worried about how heavy you were as you werent heavy at all to him, just a cute bundle of drunken mumblings and yelling at women who even look at Joost- threatening to fight them outside even if you couldnt stand by yourself- your threats or reasonings for being mad not even making sense and thus causing your blonde boyfriend to sheepishly wave and look down at you with slight amusement. Once outside Joost lets you get some fresh air, the club too stuffy and heavy to even think straight let alone feel better after getting hammered. “I dont feel good” you finally slur out hanging your head in defeat “i dont doubt it mijn liefje” he whispers to you rubbing your back before quickly pulling your hair up letting you throw up the insane amount of alcohol in your body. Joost winces and rubs your back with his free hand. You blink slowly once you are able to stand up straight, “Ugh” you groan out holding your head and Joost takes out some napkins he had in his back pocket to wipe your mouth and shake his head “we should get you back to the apartment” Joost offers and you pout “But the night is still younggg” you whine and joost takes your arm wrapping it over his shoulders careful to lean down so he doesnt hurt or stretch your arm out “theres always another night” He hums to you and starts leading you away towards your shared home careful and slow listening to your slurred complaints and compliments mixed in always something about how wonderful his hair looks or how special he is to her.
When they get home Joost is quick to lay you down in the bed and get your shoes off and changing your flimsy drunk figure into a pair of soft pajamas. He kisses your cheek and laughs softly “you are so cute” He admits standing up straight “No you are” You retaliate looking up at him and giggling. Joost quickly leaves the room and comes back with a glass of cold water and sets it down on the night stand before climbing into bed with you discarding his shirt and scooping you towards him. “Feeling any better?” he questions running his fingers through your hair “jus a lil” you mumble snuggling yourself into him the room spinning slightly “Thats okay, ill take care of you tomorrow” Joost hums leaning over and turning the lamp off “Just take it easy” He kisses your forehead “and next time there is alcohol im monitoring you” He jokes laughing at your groans of disagreement
Dutch meaning: schat- babe. Mijn liefje- my darling
A/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON MY FIRST JOOST FIC!!! Keep the requests coming!!! I love writing for this man
A/n: Halloooo!! this is my first time writing for Joost and i LITERALLY have so many ideas so PLEASE REQUEST FOR HIM?!?!? PLEASEEE
Based on this song! give it a listen ;>
~: fem! Reader, Tooth rotting fluff-, maybe slight angst if you squint, mutual pinning, both parties completely oblivious, reader and Joost have been friends long before Eurovision, literally so in love with each other, Maybe a little self-indulging, literally just a music fic but YAY-
Word count- 1,095
Joost rubs his fingers against his lips softly using his elbow to somewhat hold up his head, his day dragging on, and the thoughts of going home and smoking a quick cigarette sounding splendid right now. He sighs and sets his hands flat against the cluttered table the sound of music and heavy bass pumping the walls and making things seem far away. His concert was next and all he could do was wait and hope it went smoothly- not that he expected any different he couldn't help but ponder, especially with how empty the backstage room was. he fiddles with his tank top and slowly runs his fingers down to play with his jeans squinting and making a face at all the loose threads from how worn and loved all of his clothes had eventually become.
"Joost?" A voice calls from the door the handle turning slightly and a head poking in- a bundle of hair and smiles were what he was least expecting "Gekke kikker?" He smiles a goofy smile where his lips curl up and the dimples around his cheeks make his smile that much more beautiful. He stands up quickly and strides over letting you slip fully inside and smile just as wide "Surprise!" You laugh opening your arms for a big hug from one of your most long-time friends "What are you doing here?- I thought you were busy?" Joost says pulling you into his chest tightly and muffling his words by dropping his face into your shoulder enjoying your presence, feeling his worries and stresses fade. the hard vibrations of the bass are not so nerve-wracking now. "How could I miss my best friend's performance right before he takes the stage at Eurovision!" You chuckle and rub his back the tanktop lifting and falling with each stroke, Joost can feel the goosebumps creep up his arms at the gentle gesture "Ah, well- I guess that is understandable Mijn lieveling" he sprinkles a little bit of his mother tongue into conversations and while you would love to know what he was saying you were yet to get lessons that the dutchman so intently insisted on giving you. Pulling away Joost can't help but smile again knowing you are here and ready to cheer him on- his biggest supporter through thick and thin- someone he always adored and went to for anything. someone he in a sense of the word- loved. Maybe he truly loved you and maybe a few times he had laid in his bed with a cigarette and had his eyes closed with ideas of him in nice clothes and you in a beautiful dress and watching the stars in a beautiful less populated area where the galaxy could be seen. Just maybe.
This hadn't been the first time you had popped up or shown up to support Yoost- and it wouldn't be the last- being his personal cheerleader through everything- YouTube- the beginning of his music- and even now was a job you took seriously. Knowing Joost you knew In the end it meant something or changed some kind of emotion and the smile that always graced his face was something you were more than happy to bend over backwards to see.
After the concert you found yourself walking around the nearly empty streets of Amsterdam laughing and leaning into Joost after a joke he cracked where it may not even have been a joke- the look he gave you just proceeded to lead you to crack up more "what? is that not something to ponder je mafkees??' he shoves you playfully before cracking a few laughs himself "oh no no- your face just makes it all the more fun" you poke at him and shake your head a little as Joost smirks taking two wide steps and wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up spinning you a few times "who has the funny face now?" He laughs at the surprise of the sudden assault on gravity "oh that's not fair!" You laugh trying to look back at him. Joost's eyes fall on yours, full of wonder and shine- 'has she thought about me at night like I have her? A future of this being normal-' he thinks to himself a small smile taking over his once loud features as he sets you down and shakes his head putting his hands into his oversized jacket an airy chuckle leaving him. Little did he know that every time he smiles- or laughs- or holds you like you mean the world butterflies erupt and you have to fight everything in you to kiss him, hold his cheeks in your hands, and run your thumbs over the apples of his cheekbones and be ever so gentle with him. something you have kicked your feet in bed about- you sat in front of your mirror wondering if that could ever be you.
Joost looks at you through his glasses the two of you standing a few steps apart both seemingly lost in each other's own thoughts- before Joost sighs and can feel his skin grow hot and he pulls a hand out to rub the back of his neck- "I- you-" he stumbles out and silently curses himself- an almost 30-year-old man can't even grasp his own emotions and You blink and smile a little stepping closer to him "You- Me?" you smile seconding his stutter and he looks over you his eyes landing on your lips that even in the dark only slightly lit up by a street light- seemed too soft to be real. He looks back at your eyes and reaches for your hand which you happily accept in the middle letting him pull you closer to him his other hand pulling out of his coat to wrap around your waist- "Kiss me..?" Joost whispers internally cringing- 'How straight forward- you clutz-' his thoughts are cut off by the feeling of you leaning in and softly pecking him on the lips- Joost leans forward to follow your lips as you go to pull away his eyes already having fluttered closed. You chuckle and lean back in kissing him gently and wrapping your arms around his shoulders leaning into the gentle embrace. Pulling away you and Joost lock eyes, cheeks flustered and smiles adorning each party's faces "Spend the night?" Joost looks to the side bashfully and you can't help but blush and nod "I guess that can be arranged" you tease leading both of you to laugh softly leaning in and resting your foreheads together.
Dutch translator: Gekke kikker? - Crazy frog? Mijn lieveling - my darling je mafkees - you weirdo
A/n: THANK YOU FOR READING- this was my first time ever writing Joost- so hopefully the more I write him the better it gets?? BUT PLEASE REQUEST FOR HIM!- I wanna write for him so bad-
THANK YOU AGAIN!!! LOVE YOU ALL <3
heyyy💋 so could i request a fic where reader is an eurovision contestant and basically her & joost are attached to the hip. they are seen being all cuddly with each other, flirting, sitting as close to each other as possible, the cameras catching your non so secret glances.. generally acting like a couple. but when the press asks you about this whole situation, you both deny that you have something going on between you two, but deep down you know that those gestures are not so “innocent” at all🤭🤭
a/n: ooooh i love a cheeky little secret romance!! thank you for the request anon <3
Just Friends | Joost Klein
content: gn! reader, very brief allusion to sex, joost and reader are so down bad for each other its a little pathetic, mostly fluff, some angst if you look at it under a microscope.
word count: 2128
You sit on the edge of your hotel bed, you smile, your cheeks grow hot, letting out a small breath from your nose, replacing a genuine laugh.
Your phone sits in your lap, opened to a message
Joost Klein:
When were you planning to tell me that I'm your secret lover 😓
What followed was a screenshot from some European tabloid sight, headed by: Eurovision Contestants Spotted Getting Cozy: Secret Lovers Revealed?!
Below were two grainy photos of you and Joost, taken just moments apart from each other. Taken from behind, they showed the two of you walking side by side, just outside the hotel you were staying in. It would have looked more like a friendly exchange if your hands hadn't been locked together.
You knew you'd have to explain everything eventually, that was the third headline this week that had come out about you and Joost. Another showed the two of you sharing a hug that looked a little too close for it to be friendly, in another you had a hand planted on his chest, and your head tilted back mid-laugh.
It all seemed a little ridiculous. You knew Eurovision was one of the largest events in all of Europe- but still, you couldn't have imagined how interested people would be in your personal life off the stage.
It was nothing too scandalous anyway, you and Joost had known each other prior to Eurovision. And sure, you were more casual friends, despite being from different countries, the two of you had run in similar circles with music and all. You had spent the last few years admiring each other's music, usually from afar, the times the two of you had genuinely hung out before all this were few and far between. Your conversations were usually reserved for more chaotic moments, either backstage at the end of a show or in the crowd for a musician friend the two of you had in common.
You couldn't exactly explain away all of the touchy-touchy stuff, but you never expected that you would have to, it had just always been like that, ever since you first met. Truthfully, the two of you were closer than the tabloid photos led on. But they didn't have to know that.
Hasty fingers tap at your phone screen
apparently it's so secret that i didn't know it either!
You send your response to Joost before closing your phone and tossing it somewhere on the bed. You lay back, landing on the firm mattress with a small bounce.
Your eyelids are lowered, trying your best to keep focus on the woman in front of you through heavy lids- though it seems impossible with the crisp white LEDs shining in your face.
"So, have you made any connections with any other contestants since you've been here in Malmö?" The woman asks, a curious eyebrow-raising as she guides the microphone in her hands in front of your face.
You know exactly what she wants to hear from you, the hunger is evident in her eyes, she licks her lips in desperation for a scoop, before her mouth pulls into a sly smile, it all feels so predatory. You swallow thickly, shifting a quick gaze toward the cameraman before flicking your eyes back to the reporter, who has an equally as hungry look on his face, and you realize, you are their prey.
"Yeah, absolutely," You nod, your face lights up, "I've honestly really connected with Bambi Thug, they're really bringing such a new and innovative sound to Eurovision, I really admire them for that, and don't let the makeup and costumes fool you they are an absolute sweetheart!" It wasn't a lie, Joost was not the only person you had talked to since the competition started. You did make friends while you'd been here.
The journalist loses her grin, her face now twisted with dissatisfaction.
"Anyone else?" She asks, nearly cutting you off, her microphone still stuck in your face.
"Marina has been an absolute joy too," Your smile lingers on your lips, "And Nemo- they're great too!"
"Well," The journalist starts, facing the microphone back to her, "I think we've all been hearing the rumors about some sparks flying between you and the Dutch representative, Joost Klein, is there any truth to them?"
You're a little taken back by her forwardness to just outright ask the question,
"I wasn't aware of any rumors," You furrow your eyebrows, shaking your head in vehement denial, "But Joost is great too, we've known each other for a few years now, and I've been a big fan of his music, and he's a great friend." You breathe out, silently hoping the answer is satisfactory for the journalist to cease probing any further.
"No potential for anything more than a friendship?"
"Oh no," You shake your head, nearly scoffing as the words choke out of your mouth, and you hope you're as good of an actress as you are a singer, "Again, Joost is great, but he's just my friend."
"Alright," She nods her head slowly, unsatisfied. The way the journalist's eyes linger on you makes it clear she doesn't quite believe you- but it would be inappropriate of her to ask you any more questions on the matter.
"Would you like to talk about my music now?"
"I just don't know why they're acting like we had a sex tape leak- do these people not hug their friends?" You throw your hands up, frustrated. The last two days had been nothing but interviews, but it seemed none of the interviewers were as interested in your actual Eurovision performance as they were in potentially getting the first scoop on what was "going on" between you and Joost.
"I mean that would give them something to talk about," Joost chuckles, standing at the foot of your hotel bed, he's clad in nothing but a white tank top and his underwear. The tight fabric of what little he's wearing clings to his body, leaving just about nothing to the imagination. He ruffles a hand through his already messy hair. You'd wondered what the tabloids would say if they got a whiff of this, "All press is good press"
"Are you suggesting something, Mr. Klein?" You flash a look at him, your eyes piercing his. Your words come out much harsher than you had intended them to, you couldn't help it, your frustration was evident.
Joost placed a hand behind his neck, rubbing anxiously, throwing a sheepish look in your direction as to insinuate he had been suggesting something. You knew he was only joking, but the thought of actually doing such a thing made your face hot. A light pink blush burned on your face as you stared up at him.
"You're filthy," You giggle, and your hands latch on to a pillow that sits next to you, and you fling it in Joost's direction.
He takes a step back as the pillow hits him square in the stomach, a loud thump can be heard in the room as contact between his body and the stuffed object is made. He choked out a breath of surprise, and his face winced as he grabbed his stomach in feigned agony,
"How could you," He shakes his head, "I think you broke every single one of my ribs."
"Shush," You scoff, "C'mon, get over here." You pat the bed next to you, shifting yourself over to one side.
In typical Joost fashion, he practically jumps onto the bed. He adjusts himself in such a way that his shoulder is brushing up against yours. He's warm, and you want nothing more than to crawl into his arms. It was almost pitiful the way you wanted him, completely desperate. And yet, you don't dare to act- not right now.
The room falls silent as the both of you hesitate to say anything. The room is thick with a humid tension, and words left unsaid. Your reccolection of the last few days seemed non-existent yet ever-present at the same time. Everything had left you wondering the same exact questions as every journalist who had talked to you today, what was going on between you and Joost?
"I can feel the stress radiating off of you," Joost finally speaks, "Are you okay?"
You furrow your eyebrows, looking down into your lap where your fingers are not fidgeting and intertwined. Your face twitches.
"Are you really so upset about those interviews? Do you want to stop this, I can lea-"
"No," you cut him off all too quickly, "No stay. Please." Your voice had shriveled down to nothing but a pathetic whisper. As confusing as your feelings had been, the confusion seemed to be better than not having them at all. It was hard being away from home and feeling like you were bracing the weight of the world or at least of Europe against your shoulders. Joost, at least, was a source of comfort, something to come back to.
"Okay," He nods, his head moving up and down slowly.
You'd be lying if you said you hadn't felt some sort of way about Joost before all of this. His affectionate nature with you seemed to cross all of the wires in your brain. He had always been affectionate with his close friends, not afraid to spare a hug or an arm around the shoulder when he felt like it, but with you it seemed different, especially taking into account neither of you would exactly consider the other as a "best friend."
Besides, even if you were, best friends don't usually stay up all night, lying on top of each other in some state of undress, lips hungrily pressed against one another. This whole situation had left you feeling like you were a teen again, the prickling feeling in your chest of excitement and anxiety of sneaking around to see a boy you liked. It was addicting, the adrenaline that flooded each and every inch of your body, as the two of you snuck off from the afterparties where your appearances were all but mandatory. You'd be lying if you said it didn't at least help a little to take the edge off of all the stress of the competition.
An arm snakes around your shoulder, and immediately Joost is clicking his tongue disapprovingly
"So tense," He mumbles, "Lay down, will you?" His voice is quiet, nearly pleading, and much more timid than you're used to. You feel compelled to oblige, spellbound, his soft words are like hypnosis.
Joost's arm slips from where it sits around your shoulder as you sink into the pillows below. You allow your body to relax into the support of the mattress.
A hand grazes your thigh, trailing down to your knee, Joost gives you a couple gentle taps, "Put your legs up, I'll pull down the blanket for you."
You oblige, bending your knees to pull them inward, and Joost hops off the bed for a moment, grabbing the thick white comforter in his hands from its neatly made position. You shift as he pulls it from under your body, allowing the blanket to slip down to your feet.
The bed dips as Joost crawls back to his position next to you. He reaches out to the foot of the bed, pulling the comforter up to cover the two of you.
"So," You start, rolling on your side, facing away from Joost, "Did they ask you about me?"
The blanket above you shifts as Joost adjusts himself to lie down next to you. He places a gentle hand against your hip, rubbing careful circles against the fabric that separates your skin from his. His chin rests upon your shoulder, and almost instinctively you nuzzle your cheek against his.
"Mhmm," His gentle hum vibrates against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
"What did you say?" You ask and your teeth clench, your eyes shut tight, waiting with anticipation for his response, hoping for it to line up with yours. You could only imagine the suspicion that would arise if the two of you were to have given entirely different answers to the same question.
"I told them we're friends, just friends."
Your jaw slacks at the relief, and you let out a sigh, eyes fluttering open. But something about those words coming from his mouth, just friends, as his words graze your ears your relief is coupled with a stinging feeling in your chest, a sharp reminder of the peculiar position you had found yourself in.
"And are we," You pause, "Just friends?"
Joost picks his head up from where it rests on your shoulder, ghosting the exposed flesh of your arm with a kiss.
I saw your post about requesting for Joost, and idk if this is good but I'll try my best!(first time requesting something btw)
So, we all looooove some good jealousy prompts right?(or am I just weird?)
I saw some about reader being jealous and blah blah blah but how about a jealous Joost?
He isn't the type to be easily jealous he really isn't! He trusts you with his life! But... what if HE isn't enough?
He's on tour, away from you for months. He hates it but he loves it at the same time, on one side: his work is being seen, he's getting money, he's visiting other countries. But on other side... you're away from each other and it kills him.
So, one night, he just got back from a show, he showered on the hotel bathroom, he's drying his hair with a towel while he sees random stuff on insta, he sits on the fresh hotel bed when he sees one new story from you.
You're smiling and there's a friend of yours, smiling too, with a caption:"thanks for the amazing night (friend nickname) you're the best! ❤️"
And the two of you are at you favorite restaurant.
You did mentioned to joost that you were feeling lonely without him, that work was killing you and you wanted to go out... he is happy for you, of course, but... he just wishes it was HIM next to you on the photo, it was HIM that took you out. HIM that you were sending heart emojis to.
(Maybe reader and joost are dating or maybe you could do a friends to lovers on this one)
So, as soon as he's back, he's knocking on your apartment door.
He doesn't even waits, as soon as you open the door, he hugs you, he's all over you.
"Joost?! You're back already?? Oh I missed you too!"
You hug him back.
Joost lives this. This peace. This warmth. This love, his heart bursting with adoration, he wants to prove to you that he's the best, that no friend could ever replace him!
Sorry if this is not good! Anyway, thanks for even reading this!
a/n: omg thank you so much for this prompt anon! i looove a good detailed prompt, i think i stuck mainly to your request, i really only changed some dialogue to fit the story! side note... i had a lot of trouble formatting this for some reason, so hopefully this posts ok. tumbr is giving me grief lmao
Irreplaceable | Joost Klein
content: gn! reader, Joost wins Eurovision (as he should), drinking, a singular dirty joke, allusion to smut if you squint, and hickies. alternating POVS, some dutch, mostly pet names (schat, lieverd, liefje), and small phrases (ik hou van jou= i love you, het spijt me= i'm sorry)
word count: 3,630
Your fingers sweep across the glowing keyboard of your phone. The intense bright white of the display in contrast with the dark of the restaurant that surrounds you makes you lower your eyes into a squint, the letters blurring before you.
Much needed night with my girl <3
You reposition the text to fit with the picture, a half-tipsy selfie you had taken just moments prior with your best friend, Anna. Your finger hovers over the "your story" button on the bottom left corner of your screen. You do one last scan of the photo, looking at the wide grins of you and your friend, you couldn't remember the last time you had seen yourself so happy.
You tap the button, deciding the photo is worthy to be seen by your whopping 400 Instagram followers.
"Did I look hot in that?" Anna's voice pulls you away from your phone, you place it face down against the white tablecloth in front of you. She's raising an eyebrow at you as her red lipstick coated lips curl into a smirk. She swirls a nearly empty glass of red wine in her hand.
"Of course," You grin, "When do you not?"
"Good point." She winks before raising the glass to her lips, finishing what was left in a single swig.
You'd been more than grateful for Anna taking you out tonight. Truth be told, the last few weeks had been bleak. They consisted mostly of you sitting at your kitchen counter, hunched over your computer doing work. Who knew working from home could be so stressful. You'd been completely swamped ever since a co-worker who had shared your position switched companies. Now you were stuck doing double the work for the same pay.
But maybe even worse than the stress of work was the loneliness of it. Taking a remote job had seemed ideal when you accepted the position, however, now you realized it was just like working any other office job without any of the human connection or interaction.
Your life hadn't always been this lonely, but you guessed that was the price you paid for living the city life, coupled with dating a musician.
Joost had been doing music since you met him a year and a half ago, and in that short amount of time, you never would have expected how huge he would have gotten. A summer hit in Germany and a fucking Eurovision win catapulted him into success.
Of course, you were more than proud of him, in fact, words couldn't even describe how happy you were for him. He deserved each and every fan, and each and every stream.
But being a musician meant being busy, and in particular, being on tour for weeks to months at a time.
Truth be told, during these last five weeks, Joost was on tour you had been living vicariously through videos posted online of his performances, desperately wishing you were in the crowd getting to watch him do what he loved every night. You would scroll intently in the isolating darkness of your apartment, at this point you had to have seen every angle of every single performance he'd done on tour thus far. It at least helped you feel a little less alone, watching how he smiled on stage, adoring the crowd, similar to the ways he had adored you.
You'd barely left the house since Joost had started touring, but you owed everything to Anna for forcing you out tonight. You were actually enjoying yourself.
A shadow looms over you, forcing you out of your thoughts. Your head whips to the side, and your waiter is standing over you
"Whenever you're ready." He places the black leather book in the middle of the table and nods as his lips press into a tight smile before walking away.
"Dinner's on me," Anna smiles slyly, her hand darting out and swiping the check from where it lay on the table. You can't say you're shocked by her offer, she had always been generous, but your heart is warmed by her kindness.
"Oh you don't have t-"
"Yes I do," She cuts you off. "This is your night out. Remember?"
"Thank you," You grin.
"Don't mention it," she opens the book, glancing down at the check, "Oh," She looks up at you, "Zoë asked if we want to meet her, Noor, and Hanna for drinks after this. They're at that bar a few blocks away. And seeing as I drank most of this bottle of wine, I reckon you need a few more drinks in you"
Your head bobs up and down, nodding, "More drinks sounds just about perfect right now."
Moments later the waiter is coming by again, taking the check off the table.
You look down at your phone on the table, flipping it over. The screen shines bright, revealing two notifications.
Joostklein liked your story
Joostklein replied to your story: have fun, liefje <3
A smile creeps onto your face and your chest swells with a warmth that both comforts you and stings at the same time. What you would give to have him here right now. Your thumb grazes over the screen, tapping the message to respond.
"C'mon y/n" Your head flings up at the sound of Anna's voice, "I got my card back, we should get going."
You nod, standing up from your seat, slipping your still open phone into the pocket of your jacket.
Joost lay on the stiff linens of a hotel bed. The lingering scent of his shampoo filled his nose as he took a deep breath, turning over his phone to check his notifications once again. Nothing.
It had been three hours and fifteen minutes since he noticed that you saw his response to your Instagram story, three hours and fifteen minutes since you saw his response and didn't respond.
He flips his phone back down, turning to his side, the pillow is damp against his face from his freshly washed hair. He closed his eyes and thought about that picture of you, how you smiled so wide, the way your eyes twinkled. He couldn't help but smile as he thought about it, it was almost like a reflex to him. Seeing you in such a state brought him an unexplainable warmth.
However, a part of him felt weird, a strange sense of yearning as he thought about the photo, Anna so close to you, the way you thanked her, complete with a heart. Part of him hoped that that was him taking you out to eat, him getting you to smile like that. But it wasn't, and it hadn't been him in a long time, and it wouldn't be, not for a while.
Of course, the two of you shared heartfelt messages with each other every day, and phone calls whenever you could. But it wasn't the same. It wasn't the same as being right there with you in person. It was hard for him, and he knew it was hard for you too.
In an instant, he's thinking about the last phone call you shared, just yesterday, the way you'd broken down in tears to him, about your workload, about how isolated you'd been feeling. He tried to keep composed, but he knew that he was part of the reason you were crying, though you never outright blamed him. All he could do was gently coo to you on the other end of the phone, softly pleading with you to not cry, that you would be alright. Truth be told he wanted to curl up and die in that moment. He'd never forget the sound of your wavering voice, the way it cracked just before a desperate sob clawed its way out of your throat, "I just miss you so much."
Part of him wondered if you would ever get sick of this if one day you would wake up and realize you didn't want a boyfriend who was gone all the time.
He had no problem with you spending a night out with your friends, in fact, he was ecstatic that you seemed to be having a good time, it was the fact that he wasn't able to share that good time with you that led to the sinking feeling in his chest that he felt now. You having left him on seen had only added insult to injury. If he really thought about it, he'd much rather feel this jealousy than have you cooped up in your empty apartment all night.
He shook his head, rolling onto his side, damning himself for feeling so selfish right now.
He turned his phone over once more, and the time flashed in front of him, 1:47 AM. Fuck. It was later than he thought. His jealousy was completely replaced by worry, and his stomach flipped. Surely it was far too late for you to still be at dinner, you'd told him you'd text him when you got home.
Anxiety set in as he began to weigh his options, either he could call you and potentially disturb your night out, or not call you, leaving you unbothered, but leaving him worried about where you were. After all, what if something happened, he'd never forgive himself for not calling.
He unlocked his phone, scrolling his recent calls so he could call you. He swore he could hear his heart beating as the phone rang, once, twice, three, four times-
"Hmm hi mmbaby." Your words are sloppy on the other end, and for a moment Joost worries that he may have woken you up, until he clocks the combination of the stifled thumping of music, and screeches of laughter.
"Hoi schat, where are you?" His eyebrows furrow
"I am..." You trail off, "I am at a bar, like, i think. I think two blocks from the restaurant- wherever I was." You sigh.
"Are you drunk, lieverd, who's there?" Joost cringes at his words, silently cursing himself for his interrogative tone.
"Ummm... Maybe a little, or a lot" You giggle, "And um- Anna, duh, and... Hanna..." You pause to laugh for a moment, "Anna and Hanna," You repeat, obviously fascinated with the rhyme, "And Zoë and Noor."
"Okay," Joost sinks into the bed, relief washes over him when he recognizes the names of who you're with. "I don't want to bother, I just wanted to make sure you're okay." He's timid, it's unlike him to be so quiet, his words softly tip-toeing around his true feelings, feelings of how bad he wishes it could be him you were out with right now.
"Okay?" You repeat with more emphasis, "Not ok...I am great!"
"That's good to hear." He hopes his jealousy doesn't peak through his short words, it feels terrible, his stomach has tied itself up in knots and the guilt he feels for feeling this way strangles him.
He thought about the nights the two of you would go out drinking together, the way your eyes would light up when a song you liked played, you'd grip his hand tight, forcing him out up so he could dance with you. He'd always end up more drunk off his love for you than he did from the alcohol, no matter how much he drank. By the end of the night, like clockwork, the bartender would be shouting that it was last call, and Joost would stand at the bar, taking the remaining sips of his final drink. Your head would rest against his arm, eyes barely open. You'd complain your feet hurt from all the dancing you'd been doing, your voice thick with intoxication and exhaustion. As the two of you headed out, he'd let you climb on his back so he could carry you to wherever the pair of you were going. He'd love nothing more than to feel that now, to feel the comforting weight of your body against his back, to feel your arms wrapped around his neck, your head nuzzled against him, the warmth of your breath tickling the skin of his neck.
"I'm so happy," You state, and Joost can almost hear your smile through the phone. "M'so happy. Love my friends."
"Sounds like they're taking good care of you,"
"Yes, such such good care of me, don't you worry - they will have me back home in one piece."
"Goed, will you be home soon?"
"Mmmprobably, my feet huuuurt." You whine, causing Joost to let out a small chuckle, like clockwork, "Nngh- If only I had a tall, handsome, strong, dutch man, preferably one who is blonde and has a mustache and is also named Joost Klein to carry me home." You sigh loud and dramatically.
Your words sting, Joost knows you don't mean them to, but he can't help but feel a twinge in his chest at how badly he wishes he were the one taking you home.
"I'll carry you wherever you want when I get home, to make up for my absence, you won't have to walk a single step ever again."
Joost's face lights up hearing you giggle on the other end, but suddenly your laughter dies down, and you sigh once more,
"I think- I should go,"
"That's alright, get home safe, ik hou van jou"
"I love you t-,"
"Eyy," Joost cuts you off, "In Dutch."
"Ik hou ook van jou."
Joost <3:
Flight was cancelled, I don't know when I'll be able to get on another, het spijt me, I was really looking forward to seeing you tonight.
It had been a whole eight weeks that Joost had been gone, and as you stared down at the text you just received, it felt like if you had were to spend one more second apart from him you might just explode.
Sure a cancelled flight may only delay you seeing your boyfriend for a few hours, maybe a day at most, you could still feel the tears welling up in your eyes. It already felt so late, you didn't want to wait anymore. You tilt your head back, blinking rapidly to fight the small droplets pooling in your waterline.
Your phone chimes again.
Joost <3:
I'll see you soon, I promise, Oké?
You're barely able to read the message through your wet eyes before there's a knock at your door. You sniffle, and quickly dry your tears, confused at who would be knocking on your door at this time. You slowly rise up from your bed, walking with trepidation towards the door.
You press your chest up against the door, closing one eye tight to look through the peephole. As your gaze adjusts, you feel your heart slip down to you the stomach it couldn't be.
Quick, trembling fingers are racing to unlock the locks of your apartment door before flinging it open. It was.
There Joost was, standing before you. A grin plastered onto his face, he'd been holding something in each hand, a bouquet of flowers in one, a bottle of wine in the other, but still his arms were stretched out, inviting you in for a hug.
Before you can even think of a word to speak you're running into his arms, wrapping your own arms around his torso. The familiar warmth of his body heat fills your body.
He must be able to hear the sound of your heart from how loud its beating, or at the very least, feel its rapid pulses against his chest. You nuzzle your face against him, taking in the gentle scent of his cologne. It's so familiar, and inviting, and you feel nothing but overwhelming love as you let Joost overwhelm your senses.
"You don't know how much I've missed you." His kisses pause for a moment as he mumbles against your hair.
"I've missed you too," You strengthen your grip around his waist, "So much."
"Let me put this stuff down so I can give you a real hug, ok?"
You don't want to let go, not even for a moment, you'd spent far too long without him, and you feared if you let him go, even just for a second, he would disappear again. Reluctantly, you let your arms fall from his torso, sighing at the lack of warmth you feel as your body separates from his. He steps around you, leaning over to kiss your cheek as he passes you, "Stay here,"
"Huh?" You question, about to step forward to follow him into your apartment.
"No, no no- stay there." Joost quickly whips his head back around, moving towards the kitchen counter to place the wine and the flowers. He looks up and smiles before heading towards you.
His arms wrap around your lower back, beckoning for you to jump a little so you can put your legs around his hips and he can carry you. Once Joost had you steadily in his arms, he walked forward, letting go with one arm to quickly shut the door behind the two of you before placing it back around you once more.
"I told you, you wouldn't have to walk when I get back,"
"Hmm, won't have to or won't be able to?" You smirk as you push your body against his, laying your head on Joost's shoulder, he shakes his head, clicking his tongue.
"Such a dirty mind." He chastises
You place soft, passionate kisses against Joost's neck, slowly trailing up to his jaw, before eventually planting a kiss on his lips. He wastes no time in kissing you back, his lips hungrily going after your own. Your hands find your way into his hair, your nails softly scratching at his head as gently pull at the blonde strands.
Joost breaks the kiss so he can turn around, placing you on the kitchen counter. He stands in front of you, in between your legs, you wrap them around him in an effort to bring him closer to you. Your head flips to the side,
"Are these for me?" you pull at one of the flower petals with your thumb and pointer finger, feeling its soft velvety texture.
"Of course, and the wine. Well, I guess that's for us. I'll order us some takeaway, I know it's not as going out- but I promise I'll take you out tomorrow, I'll make up for every second I was gone," Joost's fingers gently grip your jaw, pulling you to face him. Your eyes meet his, deep and blue, filled with a light you missed all too well, "I'm sorry, liefje, for making you so lonely."
"You know that's not your fault." You tilt your head, pouting at his consolation. His words cut, how could he blame himself?
"It's okay if you say it is," His hand trails up your face, resting his palm against your jaw, his thumb rubbing soft circles into your cheek, "You can tell me."
You stare at him with wide eyes, your brain searching for the right words to properly convince him that he has done nothing wrong.
"No," You manage to whisper, "You don't know how happy it makes me to know you're performing every night, to know you're doing what you love."
"But if I wasn't gone all the t-"
"I wouldn't trade this situation for the world." You cut him off, staring at him intensely, hoping to communicate how deeply you mean your words.
"Okay," Joost concedes, his voice quiet, he was never one to fight you on things, "But one day, when I make enough money, I'll take care of you," He cranes his neck, planting a kiss against the opposite cheek of where his hand rests. The stubble of his facial hair is scratchy against your skin, in an oddly comforting way, it's familiar, and it reminds you of your close proximity. You sigh, drinking in the intimacy of the moment as his lips lower to your neck. He pulls away briefly, "You won't have to work another second and I'll take you everywhere with me."
A soft smile pulls at the corners of your mouth, and you cannot help the heat that floods your body as you picture your future together. It's a comforting picture, and it makes all the waiting, all the lonely nights worth it.
Your hand reaches out, tugging at the thick fabric of his sweatshirt, attempting to pull him even closer to you, like you wanted your bodies to intertwine, to fuse and become one so you'd never have to be without him again.
"I can't wait," Your words are short, your breath getting caught in your throat as Joost nips at your neck. His lips are soft, soothing the tingling pinch of his teeth against your skin.
His breath is hot, and each kiss is filled with an ardent longing. Warmth spreads through your stomach as his hand slips to the back of your neck, his fingers thread through the strands of your hair, before tugging gently, careful not to hurt you. But it is enough to make your breathing shaky and you wonder if you're even going to get to break open that bottle of wine anytime soon.
You hope he leaves a mark against your neck, you hoped he'd leave many. If you were in any space to talk, you'd speak up and tell him as much, begging for a pretty purple and red reminder of where he'd been.
As much as you ached for it, you didn't really need a mark to remind you of his love for you. You knew every word he spoke was true, how he'd make up for every second he spent without you, how as soon as he had the means to he'd provide fully for you. It was obvious, his love was warm, it was soft, it was something completely irreplaceable.
a/n: hiii!! wow my first time writing for Joost, I haven't written rpf in awhile, so i hope i did it justice! and thank you so much again anon for the request, i hope it is to your liking :-)
