Hi, mootie! Maaaan, your last fic was 🤤 Can I request vamp!Joost x male!reader? There aren't many fics like that and I'm crazy about vamp Joost 🤭 lots of talking in a condescending tone and mocking reader plsss? Thank youuu
well hello there mutual... ive never written abt vampires before... but yay let's go!! hope you like it!!
SHOW ME YOUR TEETH - joost x reader
content: mlm, rpf, male!reader, vamp!joost, a liiittle bit of blood, a bit of biting, established relationship, teasing, blow job (reader receiving), slight hair pulling
notes: aaaah i cant keep the fluff out of anything... i need to lock in... this took me a while pheheheh but this was fun...
most people wouldn’t notice that your boyfriend is a vampire.
the only distinct enough feature to give him away were his fangs, and he’d long mastered smiling without making them that obvious. he wasn’t insecure or anything, just thought it was more trouble that it was worth.
it was a shame for you, because you really liked them. really liked them.
you were always too shy to ask him to let you properly look, but he could always see the way your eyes would linger when he ate or drank something, the way your tongue would brush against the fangs’ pointy ends when you kissed him. joost found it amusing when you tried to deny it.
at one point, you finally mustered the courage to ask him properly to just let you see.
it culminated in him sitting on the bed with you, staring at you with the slyest grin ever. all while you tried your best to keep a straight, non-blushing face.
“can i..?” you asked hesitantly, hands hovering uselessly over your lap.
“mhm, of course,” joost responded lazily, relaxed. “i’m not running away, am i?”
with that, he slowly opened his mouth. somehow, even though technically he was in the more vulnerable position, showing you his teeth like a trusting animal, you still felt like the prey in this situation. joost was still smirking at you, and the smug, silent challenge in his eyes told you to come close, to try and touch him.
taking a shallow breath, you shifted towards him on the bed and reached your hands out to his face. he didn’t resist and leaned into your palms, his fangs still on display for you to see.
the sight of those sharp canines so close was exactly as exhilarating as you expected. knowing that he could use those any moment - against you or for you - also made your heart speed up, and not entirely in a bad sense. what made this much more intimate was joost’s eyes never leaving yours, looking at you with their inhuman vigilance and his smug affection.
your curiosity got the better of you when you pressed one thumb to the pointy edge of one of his fangs and tested the give. joost let out a laugh at that; how silly. he deliberately closed his jaws just a bit, enough for you to feel the sharpness of it dig into your thumb. you flinched out of instinct, snapping out of the momentary trance.
“what, you scared?” joost raised an eyebrow, amused. “i’m not gonna bite you, silly.”
he was only partially correct - you did think he could do that, but you weren’t scared. now that he said it, you kind of wanted him to… joost probably saw the cogs turning in your brain and realized your interest, because his smile only grew wider, more sly.
“oh, really?” he taunted. “you really want that?”
flustered at him always teasing and playing around, you frowned defensively.
“just- shut up and let me try something,” you muttered, not an ounce of actually authority in your voice.
“i can’t shut up, you’re keeping my mouth open-”
with a snicker, joost finally obeyed. he let you move your hand further, a thumb on one side of his face, your pointing finger on the other. like this, he could bite into your hand easily with minimal effort. your determined eyes met his playful ones and you had to admit how good he looked like this, still so confident and laid-back, with your fingers so close to his mouth.
next, you feel his tongue reach up and teasingly brush against your palm because, of course, this jackass would try to lick you. you almost pulled your hand away but kept your composure, just frowning at him meaningfully.
“what? i’m waiting for your command, sir,” joost casually but so deliberately answered. “tell me to bite.”
you took another breath. maybe he was right, and this was your chance to take some control over him, even if in a playful manner. you didn’t break eye contact with him and tried to put on a more confident look.
joost narrowed his eyes in what can only be described as a seductive manner and took a moment before following through, like making sure you actually meant it.
slowly, he closed his mouth and let his sharp fangs sink into your skin. you already held your breath, tensing up just slightly as the first pang of pain bloomed up your arm. at first, he didn’t break it, didn’t draw blood. despite how much of a bastard joost could be, there was still a silent request of permission in his eyes to take this further. a bit shaky, you still nodded.
the first droplets of crimson built up on your skin when his fangs properly bit in. it was just the smallest amount, easily treatable, but joost still closed his eyes the moment it made contact with his lips. you weren’t quite sure if, for vampires, this was something meaningful - the process of biting - but he seemed to have quieted down.
the only sound you let out was a faint hiss and a sharp intake of breath, but you mostly didn’t care about the pain. watching him lean into your hand and shut his eyes like he was also feeling something pleasurable made up for it tenfold.
joost withdrew his fangs from your skin only to replace them with his tongue, enclosing his lips around the small, surface-level wounds he’d made. a quiet, low sound leaves him, almost like a moan.
having him lick up the blood between your fingers like that was having an unexpected effect on you, to say the least. you simply froze, staring at him with slightly wider eyes.
once joost was satisfied with this little experiment, he opened his eyes again. the sensual satisfaction in them was nothing short of breathtaking, if you weren’t already head-over-heels. not saying anything, he glances down at your body and smirks once again.
“you got hard from that?” he murmured lowly, teasingly. “what a pervert…”
despite his words, he sounded far too pleased with this outcome. you barely even realized what he was talking about - but then you look at your own lap and fuck, he was right. this whole ordeal did get to you, and now you had a prominent tent in your trousers.
“fuck, i didn’t mean to-” you began explaining yourself, face flushing red. “sorry-”
“no, no, schat, i’m not mad,” joost smoothly stopped you. he was already getting closer, rising from his sitting position to crawl over to you slowly. “i always knew you were a little freak.”
you could only squeak before you were being pushed back onto the bed. not roughly, he was hardly ever rough with you, but instead with that sureness of someone who knows exactly what they want.
“i wonder where else you’d like me to bite you,” joost added, running his tongue along those sharp fangs of his.
with him on top of you like this, you gulped both from the nerves and the sheer arousal. your legs were forced to part by joost’s knees, and it made your hardness even more visible, more accessible for him. he glanced down your body, taking in how your hips were already getting restless and trying to rub up against the air… he didn’t need to be as astute as he was to understand what you needed right now.
as much as he was amused that something so simple as him showing you his fangs got you this heated, he couldn’t deny that it was an entertaining turn of events. your panicking but needy face under him really made him want to continue whatever you started, even if you were too shy to downright ask.
“hmm, i think i’m gonna start right here…”
joost’s voice was an intimate purr as one of his hands slid up your thigh to your stomach and under your shirt. the fabric rode up at his movements, your back arched involuntarily, and you bit your lip to not whimper too loudly. heat spread across your body along with shivers; he was always so warm that being under him sometimes felt like having a weighted blanket.
but right now, he wasn’t about to just pounce on you and take all the pleasure for himself. joost had different ideas in mind, and it became obvious when he leaned down, his face now closer to that exposed part of your stomach.
before you could react, his lips were right against the sensitive skin there. this time, you didn’t suppress the gasp of surprise. the sound of it almost immediately melted into a muffled whine because his lips went lower, and even parted to gently tug at the skin with his teeth just enough to hurt. those sharp fangs of his made contact with your skin every time he did so, and even if it wasn’t painful, you still twitched in growing arousal. considering you were already hard, you were practically writhing on the mattress at these ministrations - eyes shut tight, stomach clenching and relaxing relentlessly.
he hummed innocently in response, looking up at you from his position almost right between your legs. his hands were still on your body, and now snaked under your hips to keep you close as his mouth neared the waistband of your boxers peeking from under your pants. you opened your eyes meekly, but the sight of him like that made you want to close them again with how overwhelmingly hot it was.
your own stomach and lower was now littered with red little marks and traces of his teeth. joost took a moment to look over his work, an undeniable sense of excitement flaring up inside him.
“you’re shaking already,” he commented slyly. “and you were the one who started all of this, remember? what’s wrong now? can’t even handle a few kisses?”
his purring taunts weren’t helping and only made you turn your head to the side in embarrassment. this wasn’t at all how you imagined this interaction to go… joost, on the other hand, was getting more and more enthusiastic. while you were too flustered to look, he simply tugged your waistband down, all too casual. he never did take his time when he wanted something.
when the air hit your now exposed skin, your hips rolled forward on your own, and you whimpered in surprise once again.
“ngh, warn me, at least,” you murmured sheepishly, glancing down at him.
“nah, it would’ve taken you hours to ask me to take your pants off, let’s be honest,” joost scoffed with a condescending, playful tone. “you need me to lead you through everything, don't you?”
joost got straight to the point with his hands too, and wrapped his fingers around your already twitching length. when you gasped and threw your head back, he grinned, beginning to stroke firmly but teasingly. finally getting some stimulation felt heavenly for you, and you just closed your eyes and let yourself enjoy it. despite just having started, your hips were already grinding forward against joost’s hand as you tried to go along with his rhythm.
the more he watched you, so breathless and lost in pleasure, the more he itched to have you in his mouth. maybe it was a vampire thing, but feeling something in his mouth always excited him. without warning you again, he leaned in and parted his lips, taking your tip in his mouth. he sucked slightly and went further almost immediately to lower his head and take more of you.
that wet heat around you made your spine arch, and you couldn’t supress any moans now. they were escaping your bitten lips in pants and whimpers as he moved his head up and down slowly, like he was all too skilled at this. your hands were grabbing at the sheets under you restlessly, but then you decided to reach for joost’s hair instead. your fingers tangled in those blond strands, and tugged without realizing. it was an instinct born out of arousal, wanting him closer.
he seemed to like it, since you felt the vibration of his quiet moan around your cock. you weren't nearly composed enough to process that, because all you could do was just buck your hips up into his mouth, seeking release. he'd been teasing you for long enough, and you didn't even care about the embarrassment of finishing quickly.
“f-fuck, i'm gonna- oh, god,” you muttered breathlessly as you felt sweat form on your temples due to the way your body tensed and writhed.
clearly, joost couldn't answer you with how busy his mouth was. still, he reacted by gripping your hips with his large hands, almost guiding you to press closer and take more from him.
with that subtle guidance, you felt your orgasm reaching. the needy thrusts of your hips sped up until you were practically rutting against his mouth, hands clutching at his hair. what your mind conjured up to arouse you further was the sight of joost's fangs against your hand, the way he'd bitten you, the way he looked at you so intimately…
the bed creaked softly at your last, particularly sharp movement and you stilled with a choked whine. tremors of release wracked through you and you barely realized you were holding joost's head down as you came. he didn't have any protests, as it seemed, and even took it eagerly.
once you were relaxed, going limp against the mattress, joost raised his head. and wouldn't you know - he still had that grin on his face like nothing even happened. he licked his lips casually, those fangs flashing for a second, and just as simply tugged your underwear and pants back on. generally, he looked awfully casual for someone whose face was flushed and whose chin was slightly wet from this activity you two just did.
“i guess you like me better with my mouth not shut, after all,” joost commented with a teasing glimmer in his eyes.
you were still too breathless and overcome with the orgasm to properly respond. with your thighs twitching faintly and your heart hammering, you looked at him, your gaze half-lidded.
“and you still suck, after all,” you murmured. “in both senses.”
that was the most your foggy from pleasure brain could muster up. nevertheless, it amused joost, and his grin widened. despite being a teasing prick, he did like to banter fairly.
looking even more pleased than you, he crawled over you again and laid down, arms coming around your waist with smug nonchalance, like he could do whatever he wanted with you. you did let out an oof of surprise at the sudden clinging, but maybe this was what you needed after cumming. so you wrapped your arms around him too, adjusted slightly and exhaled - just his body on yours was enough to bring you immense comfort.
“next time, you show me your teeth, you freak,” joost murmured, his voice now muffled against the side of your neck. “and i'll teach you how to use them properly.”
“isn't the first rule of blow jobs not to use your teeth?” you dryly responded, trying for a witty comment despite your own voice being hoarse from comfort and exhaustion.
joost laughed at that - not pretentious but genuinely. his frame shook agaisnt you as he pressed his face into your neck more; you could almost feel his smile against your skin.
“you're making me want to suck the life out of you in a bad way,” he answered with unadulterated amusement. “y'know, vampire style.”
“i know, i know…” you rolled your eyes fondly.
the playful threat didn't do much to damage your pleased state. especially considering how he kept hugging you, still snickering softly against your neck. you still felt those bite marks he'd left on your stomach and lower, and the memory of him leaving them there was still fresh. you'd already come, and yet your mind was still somehow excited about that fact.
next time, you really should ask him to use those teeth on you harder.
