Hellooo! This is a sideblog created just to share my writing about Joost!
My main is @dat-zijn-pannenkoeken and that’s my messy blog. I post about all kinds of stuff - Joost too, but not only (aka my hyperfixations).
On this blog, I will solely post about Joost, more specifically fanfics and maybe poetry (still deciding on it). If you wanna see/send asks about other artists/unrelated things, please use my main! Dms are open for anything on either blog tho!
I only write gn!reader and male!reader ‼️ NO ships or fem!reader
Asks don’t need to be just requests, you guys can say whatever you want about Joost, as long as it’s POSITIVE and RESPECTFUL. I won’t tolerate hate speech towards ANYONE. This is a safe space.
MINORS, please DON’T talk to me about sexual things NOR interact with them. I can’t stop you from reading, but it is NOT meant for you. I don’t support children in adult fields. I’m an adult and this is a +18 blog, so I don’t want anything to do with minors. There WILL be sexual and graphic stuff here!!
I can write A LOT of kinks, but I WON’T WRITE: rape, pedofilia, incest, watersports, scat, feet kink, daddy kink (I fw it except when it comes to Joost, for obvious reasons), ships/fem!reader and anything I feel uncomfortable with. I also won’t write about Joost’s parents nor the ESC incident (I can write about ESC but only something that doesn’t involve his trauma. Reader and Joost being both contestants and/or stuff like that is fine).
I write about most things, so don’t be afraid to ask!
Anons/emojis taken: 🪶
My fics will be tagged as #cappuccinofic (with smut/sexual being #irishcoffeesmut and non sexual being #lattenosmut), asks will be tagged as #espressoask, headcanons as #ristrettoheadcanons and poetry as #affogatopoetry (and yes, it’s all names of coffees because of my username and because I can)
OMG BEEN THINKING ABT THIS SINCE I RECENTLY HIT 4 MONTHS ON TESTOSTERONE #flex
joost helping transmasc reader with his t shots :( reader is scared of needles so joost helps him with them, comforting him and talking him through it. And once reader gets further on t, joost commenting and complimenting reader on the changes, telling him how proud he is of him awwww :(
When he said "I don't understand trans hate" he meant it PERSONALLY bc he adores and worships his AWESOME HANDSOME COOL TRANSGENDER BOYFRIEND and he doesn't understand why people can hate something as beautiful as that!!!! GAH!! Happy pride btw I love being gay and transgender LOLLL
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First of all, CONGRATS 🙌🏻
Second of all, that’s such a cute idea! Allow me to write a little smth 🤭 Happy Prideee 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
JUST MAKES YOU HUMAN
Joost x transmasc!reader
Description: Joost helps you with your t-shot and reassures you
Warnings: Mention of needles (duh), tiny little bit of blood (blink and you’ll miss it), dysphoria and hurt/comfort
Word count: 1.7k
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A few good minutes had passed since your gaze had first focused on your nightstand. You couldn’t look away, but you also couldn’t convince your body to move. So you just stared. It was always like this. Needle and testosterone ready to use, yet untouched for several minutes after they had been placed there. Not because you didn’t want to do your shot - God, that was the highlight of your week! - but because you were scared. Scared of that sharp, metal thing that had to pierce your skin to make you feel like yourself. It was so unfair that one of the greatest joys in your transition was also something that filled you with an awful sense of anxiety.
Fortunately, you had other joys in your life that didn’t involve those stressful feelings and that helped you deal with them... And said joy was currently turning the key in the lock of your shared apartment and stepping inside, greeting you in an unmistakable cheerful voice.
“Babyyy, I’m hooome!”
Soon, the door to the bedroom was being opened and your eyes were finally leaving the items to meet your boyfriend’s. His sweet expression made you forgot about any fear you had for a moment.
“Hallo!” He beamed, eyebrows raising as he found you sitting in bed in your boxers, legs dangling from the edge of it, and apparently just staring off into the distance. He walked up to you, taking your face in his hands and gently kissing your lips.
“Hi~” You answered with a smitten look after the kiss.
“Hi, handsome~” Joost matched your expression, thumbs rubbing your cheeks affectionately. “Waiting for me in bed already?”
You let out a small chuckle. “I was about to do my t-shot, actually.”
“Oh, you go ahead then. I’ll give you some privacy while I go change.” He kissed your cheek, letting his fingers slide down your arm and intertwine with yours before reluctantly pulling away.
Truth was, you kinda didn’t want Joost to leave. Now that he was home, you wanted him by your side while you administered the inevitable injection, comforting you throughout the whole process; but in a matter of seconds he had already disappeared into the bathroom.
That’s okay. You could do this alone, right? You always did. It was no big deal. You just had to suck it up and do it. Yup.
Yet, when you realized, another 10 minutes had passed and Joost was coming out of the bathroom, fully dressed, and being met with the sight of his boyfriend in the exact same position he was in when Joost got home. The Dutch man couldn’t help but smile tenderly at how you looked up at him like a kitten in the rain.
“Sooo, we’re doing it telekinesis style today?” He asked in a soft voice as he approached you, making you laugh a little.
“Just… gaining the courage.”
“I see…” He kneeled in front of you on the floor so the height difference wasn’t as noticeable, and took your hands in his, resting his chin on your knees. “And how long have you been trying to gain the courage for?”
“…a while.”
“So I’ve noticed.” A couple of gentle pecks landed on your thighs before he continued. “What’s the matter, schat?”
“Nothing, I just…” You sighed. You hated admitting your weaknesses. “I’m not particularly fond of needles. So I gotta, like, prepare myself mentally first.”
“Oh… That’s okay.” His soft, thick fingers massaged your thighs. “You could’ve asked for help, you know? I would’ve gladly helped.”
“I know. I just always thought it was something I had to do on my own, but maybe I do need you.” You admitted in a small voice.
“And I’m here, baby. You don’t have to do this alone. It’s okay to ask for help.”
Before you could register anything, Joost’s hands were already moving to grab the alcohol swab from the nightstand and opening the packaging. He wiped your thigh with all the care in the world, looking up at you for approval.
“Like this?” When you nodded in response, a playful cocky smile crossed his lips. “See? I know how to do it.” He got rid of the used swab, eyeing the other items before meeting your gaze again. “Okay, now what?”
You giggled at his clueless expression and then pointed to the source of your stress, feeling a bit more at ease now that Joost was with you.
“Now I’m gonna need that and the vial.”
Joost gave you the supplies, watching how you got everything ready, passing the testosterone to the syringe with practiced hands. Once that was done, you held the needle about an inch from your skin, eyes fixed on it as you tried to convince your brain to collaborate.
“Let’s go, baby, you can do it. I’m here with you.” Joost watched your face, the way your eyebrows furrowed in concentration and distress, the way your lips parted to let out quick breaths. He saw hesitation written all over your features. “You want me to do it?”
That made you leave your bubble of anxiety for a second.
“You know how to do it?”
“Not really, but I can learn.” He offered a reassuring smile, taking the syringe from you. “So, show me.”
You had to fight a smile of your own - a stupid little one that threatened to form - so you could illustrate everything properly. But it was no use. A huge, adoring grin accompanied your detailed explanation. You were so in love with that man.
After listening to what you had to say, Joost gently stretched the skin of your thigh flat with one hand and held the needle with the other, observing your reaction to see if he was doing everything right and if that was the correct spot.
“Want me to do it quickly or slowly?” He asked after having the confirmation. “I feel like I’ll miss if I do it quick. I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“If you do it slow that’s way more painful. Plus, I just wanna get this over with. But you won’t miss, baby, don’t worry.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Okay… You just relax, schatje, it will be very quick and then it’s over. Don’t look and don’t focus too much on it, alright? Just listen to my voice.”
“Mhm…” You agreed weakly, suddenly finding the ceiling very interesting.
“On the count of three. One… two… three!” He jabbed the needle into your muscle; the action earning just the tiniest hiss from you. “Shhh shhh I’m here. The hardest part is done.” Without rushing things, Joost slowly pushed the plunger in. “And you’re being so good for me. You’re so brave. My brave boy.”
Despite what Joost had told you, you looked down. It wasn’t on purpose. Your head had moved on its own accord; curiosity getting the best of you. Fortunately, his tattooed fingers covered the intrusion to your skin, stopping you from seeing something that would definitely make you uncomfortable. Instead, your eyes focused on your boyfriend’s face. The concentration on it was honestly adorable. It almost seemed like he was holding his breath just so he wouldn’t accidentally move and hurt you. He finally let it out once the plunger was pushed all the way down.
“Aaaand testosterone in.” He announced with a silly deep voice, capable of making sport commentators jealous; and making it really damn hard for you not to move with the chuckle that escaped you.
With renewed worry, he took the needle out as steady as he could, careful not to be too rough. As soon as the metal tip was visible, he looked at you with a proud smile.
“Done!” He set the syringe on the nightstand and got up from the floor, grabbing your face and kissing you all over. “I’m so proud of you! You didn’t even flinch! And thank God.” A giggle escaped him, but it was quickly interrupted when he noticed a small drop of blood on your thigh. “Fuck, is bleeding normal? Please tell me it’s normal. I knew I shouldn’t have done it quickly!”
“Joost, it’s normal, don’t worry!” You laughed while grabbing a cotton ball and gently pressed it against the spot. “It was only a tiny little bit, see? Don’t freak out.”
“Oh… I knew that, I’m a professional.” He grinned sheepishly, sitting on the bed, next to you. “It went well then, right?”
“Yes. It usually does, it’s just the needle to skin contact that makes me nervous.” You sighed, frustrated with the situation. “I really gotta get over this stupid fear.”
“It’s not stupid, baby.” His hand moved to your thigh, thumb rubbing it affectionately. “Feeling scared is a normal thing. Everyone is scared of something. Don’t put that much pressure on yourself.”
“I know, but sometimes I can’t help but feel like… this makes me less of a man, you know? That… being scared of needles is not very manly. I know it’s not like that! But I can’t seem to convince the deepest part of my brain.”
“Why would being scared of needles make you less of a man, huh? Every man is scared of something, no matter what they might say. It’s part of being a person. Being scared doesn’t make you less manly, it just makes you human.” Joost took your face in his hands, making you look at him. “Besides, every man worries about being ‘man enough’ - whatever that means - at a certain point in their lives. Some just stop giving a fuck about it eventually. That’s what I did. And it feels damn good not to worry about what others think of you. You know who you are, don’t you? Well, that’s all that matters.”
“I-I don’t even know what to say-“
“You don’t need to say anything, baby. It’s the truth. And even if you doubt it, I know you’re a man. My man. My handsome boyfriend.” His lips met yours in a series of tender pecks. “And I love you.”
“I love you too, Joost.”
Maybe you were still incredibly afraid of needles, but at least every time you were in your boyfriend’s arms, you felt like the most powerful man on Earth.
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PS: The changes part didn’t fit into this little fic, but it’s so sweet! And Joostie would totally shower reader in compliments, noticing the changes in his voice and the face structure and how much hairier he’s getting… everything <3
OMG BEEN THINKING ABT THIS SINCE I RECENTLY HIT 4 MONTHS ON TESTOSTERONE #flex
joost helping transmasc reader with his t shots :( reader is scared of needles so joost helps him with them, comforting him and talking him through it. And once reader gets further on t, joost commenting and complimenting reader on the changes, telling him how proud he is of him awwww :(
When he said "I don't understand trans hate" he meant it PERSONALLY bc he adores and worships his AWESOME HANDSOME COOL TRANSGENDER BOYFRIEND and he doesn't understand why people can hate something as beautiful as that!!!! GAH!! Happy pride btw I love being gay and transgender LOLLL
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First of all, CONGRATS 🙌🏻
Second of all, that’s such a cute idea! Allow me to write a little smth 🤭 Happy Prideee 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
JUST MAKES YOU HUMAN
Joost x transmasc!reader
Description: Joost helps you with your t-shot and reassures you
Warnings: Mention of needles (duh), tiny little bit of blood (blink and you’ll miss it), dysphoria and hurt/comfort
Word count: 1.7k
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A few good minutes had passed since your gaze had first focused on your nightstand. You couldn’t look away, but you also couldn’t convince your body to move. So you just stared. It was always like this. Needle and testosterone ready to use, yet untouched for several minutes after they had been placed there. Not because you didn’t want to do your shot - God, that was the highlight of your week! - but because you were scared. Scared of that sharp, metal thing that had to pierce your skin to make you feel like yourself. It was so unfair that one of the greatest joys in your transition was also something that filled you with an awful sense of anxiety.
Fortunately, you had other joys in your life that didn’t involve those stressful feelings and that helped you deal with them... And said joy was currently turning the key in the lock of your shared apartment and stepping inside, greeting you in an unmistakable cheerful voice.
“Babyyy, I’m hooome!”
Soon, the door to the bedroom was being opened and your eyes were finally leaving the items to meet your boyfriend’s. His sweet expression made you forgot about any fear you had for a moment.
“Hallo!” He beamed, eyebrows raising as he found you sitting in bed in your boxers, legs dangling from the edge of it, and apparently just staring off into the distance. He walked up to you, taking your face in his hands and gently kissing your lips.
“Hi~” You answered with a smitten look after the kiss.
“Hi, handsome~” Joost matched your expression, thumbs rubbing your cheeks affectionately. “Waiting for me in bed already?”
You let out a small chuckle. “I was about to do my t-shot, actually.”
“Oh, you go ahead then. I’ll give you some privacy while I go change.” He kissed your cheek, letting his fingers slide down your arm and intertwine with yours before reluctantly pulling away.
Truth was, you kinda didn’t want Joost to leave. Now that he was home, you wanted him by your side while you administered the inevitable injection, comforting you throughout the whole process; but in a matter of seconds he had already disappeared into the bathroom.
That’s okay. You could do this alone, right? You always did. It was no big deal. You just had to suck it up and do it. Yup.
Yet, when you realized, another 10 minutes had passed and Joost was coming out of the bathroom, fully dressed, and being met with the sight of his boyfriend in the exact same position he was in when Joost got home. The Dutch man couldn’t help but smile tenderly at how you looked up at him like a kitten in the rain.
“Sooo, we’re doing it telekinesis style today?” He asked in a soft voice as he approached you, making you laugh a little.
“Just… gaining the courage.”
“I see…” He kneeled in front of you on the floor so the height difference wasn’t as noticeable, and took your hands in his, resting his chin on your knees. “And how long have you been trying to gain the courage for?”
“…a while.”
“So I’ve noticed.” A couple of gentle pecks landed on your thighs before he continued. “What’s the matter, schat?”
“Nothing, I just…” You sighed. You hated admitting your weaknesses. “I’m not particularly fond of needles. So I gotta, like, prepare myself mentally first.”
“Oh… That’s okay.” His soft, thick fingers massaged your thighs. “You could’ve asked for help, you know? I would’ve gladly helped.”
“I know. I just always thought it was something I had to do on my own, but maybe I do need you.” You admitted in a small voice.
“And I’m here, baby. You don’t have to do this alone. It’s okay to ask for help.”
Before you could register anything, Joost’s hands were already moving to grab the alcohol swab from the nightstand and opening the packaging. He wiped your thigh with all the care in the world, looking up at you for approval.
“Like this?” When you nodded in response, a playful cocky smile crossed his lips. “See? I know how to do it.” He got rid of the used swab, eyeing the other items before meeting your gaze again. “Okay, now what?”
You giggled at his clueless expression and then pointed to the source of your stress, feeling a bit more at ease now that Joost was with you.
“Now I’m gonna need that and the vial.”
Joost gave you the supplies, watching how you got everything ready, passing the testosterone to the syringe with practiced hands. Once that was done, you held the needle about an inch from your skin, eyes fixed on it as you tried to convince your brain to collaborate.
“Let’s go, baby, you can do it. I’m here with you.” Joost watched your face, the way your eyebrows furrowed in concentration and distress, the way your lips parted to let out quick breaths. He saw hesitation written all over your features. “You want me to do it?”
That made you leave your bubble of anxiety for a second.
“You know how to do it?”
“Not really, but I can learn.” He offered a reassuring smile, taking the syringe from you. “So, show me.”
You had to fight a smile of your own - a stupid little one that threatened to form - so you could illustrate everything properly. But it was no use. A huge, adoring grin accompanied your detailed explanation. You were so in love with that man.
After listening to what you had to say, Joost gently stretched the skin of your thigh flat with one hand and held the needle with the other, observing your reaction to see if he was doing everything right and if that was the correct spot.
“Want me to do it quickly or slowly?” He asked after having the confirmation. “I feel like I’ll miss if I do it quick. I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“If you do it slow that’s way more painful. Plus, I just wanna get this over with. But you won’t miss, baby, don’t worry.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Okay… You just relax, schatje, it will be very quick and then it’s over. Don’t look and don’t focus too much on it, alright? Just listen to my voice.”
“Mhm…” You agreed weakly, suddenly finding the ceiling very interesting.
“On the count of three. One… two… three!” He jabbed the needle into your muscle; the action earning just the tiniest hiss from you. “Shhh shhh I’m here. The hardest part is done.” Without rushing things, Joost slowly pushed the plunger in. “And you’re being so good for me. You’re so brave. My brave boy.”
Despite what Joost had told you, you looked down. It wasn’t on purpose. Your head had moved on its own accord; curiosity getting the best of you. Fortunately, his tattooed fingers covered the intrusion to your skin, stopping you from seeing something that would definitely make you uncomfortable. Instead, your eyes focused on your boyfriend’s face. The concentration on it was honestly adorable. It almost seemed like he was holding his breath just so he wouldn’t accidentally move and hurt you. He finally let it out once the plunger was pushed all the way down.
“Aaaand testosterone in.” He announced with a silly deep voice, capable of making sport commentators jealous; and making it really damn hard for you not to move with the chuckle that escaped you.
With renewed worry, he took the needle out as steady as he could, careful not to be too rough. As soon as the metal tip was visible, he looked at you with a proud smile.
“Done!” He set the syringe on the nightstand and got up from the floor, grabbing your face and kissing you all over. “I’m so proud of you! You didn’t even flinch! And thank God.” A giggle escaped him, but it was quickly interrupted when he noticed a small drop of blood on your thigh. “Fuck, is bleeding normal? Please tell me it’s normal. I knew I shouldn’t have done it quickly!”
“Joost, it’s normal, don’t worry!” You laughed while grabbing a cotton ball and gently pressed it against the spot. “It was only a tiny little bit, see? Don’t freak out.”
“Oh… I knew that, I’m a professional.” He grinned sheepishly, sitting on the bed, next to you. “It went well then, right?”
“Yes. It usually does, it’s just the needle to skin contact that makes me nervous.” You sighed, frustrated with the situation. “I really gotta get over this stupid fear.”
“It’s not stupid, baby.” His hand moved to your thigh, thumb rubbing it affectionately. “Feeling scared is a normal thing. Everyone is scared of something. Don’t put that much pressure on yourself.”
“I know, but sometimes I can’t help but feel like… this makes me less of a man, you know? That… being scared of needles is not very manly. I know it’s not like that! But I can’t seem to convince the deepest part of my brain.”
“Why would being scared of needles make you less of a man, huh? Every man is scared of something, no matter what they might say. It’s part of being a person. Being scared doesn’t make you less manly, it just makes you human.” Joost took your face in his hands, making you look at him. “Besides, every man worries about being ‘man enough’ - whatever that means - at a certain point in their lives. Some just stop giving a fuck about it eventually. That’s what I did. And it feels damn good not to worry about what others think of you. You know who you are, don’t you? Well, that’s all that matters.”
“I-I don’t even know what to say-“
“You don’t need to say anything, baby. It’s the truth. And even if you doubt it, I know you’re a man. My man. My handsome boyfriend.” His lips met yours in a series of tender pecks. “And I love you.”
“I love you too, Joost.”
Maybe you were still incredibly afraid of needles, but at least every time you were in your boyfriend’s arms, you felt like the most powerful man on Earth.
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PS: The changes part didn’t fit into this little fic, but it’s so sweet! And Joostie would totally shower reader in compliments, noticing the changes in his voice and the face structure and how much hairier he’s getting… everything <3
A simple video of Joost wiping blood from his lip got me thinking about vamp!Joost yet again, so have some thoughts, I guess
Vamp!Joost sinking his fangs into your neck for the first time, taking more blood than what he had originally planned, but you don’t seem to mind all that much, just letting out weak sounds as he drinks from you. Him kissing your neck between sucking, smearing blood all over it and his mouth. After he’s satisfied, he pulls away, lips swollen and red. “Oops, hope you can handle some blood~”, he says as he licks his lips, looking every bit like the cocky bastard he is, huge grin on his face. And you can only nod dumbly because of how lightheaded you feel and how hot he looks as he slowly wipes some more with his thumb, looking at the mess on his finger with furrowed brows and parted lips before he’s showing his fangs again in a dangerous smirk
A simple video of Joost wiping blood from his lip got me thinking about vamp!Joost yet again, so have some thoughts, I guess
Vamp!Joost sinking his fangs into your neck for the first time, taking more blood than what he had originally planned, but you don’t seem to mind all that much, just letting out weak sounds as he drinks from you. Him kissing your neck between sucking, smearing blood all over it and his mouth. After he’s satisfied, he pulls away, lips swollen and red. “Oops, hope you can handle some blood~”, he says as he licks his lips, looking every bit like the cocky bastard he is, huge grin on his face. And you can only nod dumbly because of how lightheaded you feel and how hot he looks as he slowly wipes some more with his thumb, looking at the mess on his finger with furrowed brows and parted lips before he’s showing his fangs again in a dangerous smirk
OMG?? 🤭 literally started jumping for joy I can't wait
FEED ME!!! FEED MEEE!!!!
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I was planning to write more last night and answer this ask with a better sneak peek, but I was eepy, so have a random part of what I wrote yesterday :D
Yes I am inside ur head! Literally I will think abt Josie and then go on tumblr and I see ur posts and I'm like "omg!!!!!!! We are so in synch!!!!" I am like ur #1 fan because ur just like me LOLLL
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Awww 🥹🥹 maaaan, that’s so cool! Thank you <3 And we ARE in sync! I love opening Tumblr and seeing you sent an ask, be it requests or thoughts. I’m already working on one of your requests, actually 🤭
Soft bf joost :( he is so cute and lovely i cannot stop thinking about soft loving domestic cutie bf joost i need to hold him NOW
Just laying with him, all sleepy and cuddly. No worries in the world. Holding each other as he rambles and says sweet things in Dutch, not understanding a word he says but the tone alone does all the translating needed. Falling asleep. Fitting into each others lives :(
UGH he makes me WEAKK
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Are you inside my head? Because SAME
I also can’t stop thinking about it, especially after that “I am on worldtour XD” pic. He looks SO bf there 😩 He’s all sleepy too! I love sleepy cuddly bf Joost 🤧
And I love that idea of him yapping and saying sweet things in Dutch with a reader who doesn’t understand anything. Imagine laying on his chest - his bare chest so you can feel the fuzzy hair there - and have him kiss your hair between sweet words, telling you how cute you look when you’re all sleepy and how beautiful you are… also, tracing his tats before falling asleep 🫠
HALLO it is the anon that asked for an emoji I claim uhhh this one 🪶 ok? Ok.
I have just been thinking abt joost angst recently... maybe it is just distance or tour stress getting to both of you, maybe it's both of your underlying mental health issues, idk! But it hurts-- a lot. Comfort will come, usually (although I am a sucker for hurt/no comfort because I am #evil). Joost is a very comforting presence, and reader has the same effect on him, yk :) hehe cute. Sad obv but still very cute :3
(Also if they've been arguing DEFINITELY make-up sex. Probably tears during, honestly)
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Hallo, 🪶 anon 👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻
(+18 ‼️) gn!reader
Oh nooo :( Joost feeling like reader doesn’t care about him like they used to because they never call him on tour, when in reality they’re always thinking about him, but too afraid of calling at the wrong time or being a burden. Especially if he’s in America and you’re in Europe (or vice versa) because the time zone is very different. And Joost not calling because of the same reason, afraid of interrupting your sleep or work. Of course the two of you text, but it’s obviously not the same and he starts thinking that maybe you want to breakup.
Until one day he gets drunk before a show, deciding to call you, too wasted to even think about what time that might be for you. Being woken up at 4 or 5AM and answering the phone only for it to be Joost whining that you don’t care about him anymore and that he misses you but you clearly don’t.
“If you cared, you would call!” He slurs over the phone.
“You don’t call either! If you miss me that much why don’t you call?”
“Oh so you don’t miss me?” The accusation was supposed to come out way angrier than it did. It just sounded heartbroken.
“That’s not what I said, Joost.”
Him insisting that you should be the one to call while you insist it should be him. Eventually hanging up without solving the situation and spending the rest of the tour in a bad mood. Joost not even properly remembering the call the day after while you remember it perfectly.
A few days later he finally comes home; a frown on both of your faces before apologies immediately slip from the two of you - too needy to keep being upset.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve called.”
“No, I was the one away on tour, I’m the one who should’ve called.”
“That’s why I should’ve been the one-“
“Absolutely not-”
The string of apologies going on for a while, until you two pause for a moment and you let the sentence leave your lips:
“I did miss you, Joost.”
Those words giving him permission to do what he couldn’t for a whole month or more: kiss you. Hug you. Take you to bed. Fuck you into the mattress.
“I’m sorry about that call, baby. I was drunk. I wasn’t thinking, I-“ The words leave his parted lips as he pants between thrusts.
“It’s okay, I understand... You were under a lot of stress and the distance definitely wasn’t helping.”
“I just got scared you didn’t want me anymore and that you were going to breakup with me.”
“What?” You swallow a moan as he hits a particular spot inside you. “I-I would never want to breakup. I’m madly in love with you.”
HALLO it is the anon that asked for an emoji I claim uhhh this one 🪶 ok? Ok.
I have just been thinking abt joost angst recently... maybe it is just distance or tour stress getting to both of you, maybe it's both of your underlying mental health issues, idk! But it hurts-- a lot. Comfort will come, usually (although I am a sucker for hurt/no comfort because I am #evil). Joost is a very comforting presence, and reader has the same effect on him, yk :) hehe cute. Sad obv but still very cute :3
(Also if they've been arguing DEFINITELY make-up sex. Probably tears during, honestly)
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Hallo, 🪶 anon 👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻
(+18 ‼️) gn!reader
Oh nooo :( Joost feeling like reader doesn’t care about him like they used to because they never call him on tour, when in reality they’re always thinking about him, but too afraid of calling at the wrong time or being a burden. Especially if he’s in America and you’re in Europe (or vice versa) because the time zone is very different. And Joost not calling because of the same reason, afraid of interrupting your sleep or work. Of course the two of you text, but it’s obviously not the same and he starts thinking that maybe you want to breakup.
Until one day he gets drunk before a show, deciding to call you, too wasted to even think about what time that might be for you. Being woken up at 4 or 5AM and answering the phone only for it to be Joost whining that you don’t care about him anymore and that he misses you but you clearly don’t.
“If you cared, you would call!” He slurs over the phone.
“You don’t call either! If you miss me that much why don’t you call?”
“Oh so you don’t miss me?” The accusation was supposed to come out way angrier than it did. It just sounded heartbroken.
“That’s not what I said, Joost.”
Him insisting that you should be the one to call while you insist it should be him. Eventually hanging up without solving the situation and spending the rest of the tour in a bad mood. Joost not even properly remembering the call the day after while you remember it perfectly.
A few days later he finally comes home; a frown on both of your faces before apologies immediately slip from the two of you - too needy to keep being upset.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve called.”
“No, I was the one away on tour, I’m the one who should’ve called.”
“That’s why I should’ve been the one-“
“Absolutely not-”
The string of apologies going on for a while, until you two pause for a moment and you let the sentence leave your lips:
“I did miss you, Joost.”
Those words giving him permission to do what he couldn’t for a whole month or more: kiss you. Hug you. Take you to bed. Fuck you into the mattress.
“I’m sorry about that call, baby. I was drunk. I wasn’t thinking, I-“ The words leave his parted lips as he pants between thrusts.
“It’s okay, I understand... You were under a lot of stress and the distance definitely wasn’t helping.”
“I just got scared you didn’t want me anymore and that you were going to breakup with me.”
“What?” You swallow a moan as he hits a particular spot inside you. “I-I would never want to breakup. I’m madly in love with you.”
I’ll answer this ask with the request, but in the meantime I just wanted to say that yessss, I do the emoji things! Everyone is more than welcome to chose an emoji to be known for, as well as sending any and every Joost thought hehe and thank you so much, anon <3
I haven’t forgotten about this blog and you guys’ requests!!! I’m just really busy and have a lot going on until the end of May (cool work thingys, dw hehe). I honestly thought I could still use my free time to write, but I haven’t been having any 😅 But as soon as June starts, I’ll be way more active with my writing 😼 My requests are still open and I love reading your ideas, so feel free to send and I’ll keep them in mind <3
if youre still taking requests and its not too much dry humping in a row, 🍗 with some thigh riding Joost, his lap is sooo huge i need anything with it tbh 😵💫😵💫
Ohhh there’s no such thing as “too much dry humping” hehe 🤭 the world needs more fics about dry humping that man, actually! Thanks for the request and hope you enjoyyy
EVERY TIME I GO TO CLUB
Joost x gn!reader
Description: Your drunk mind can only think of one thing…
Warnings: Smut (+18 ‼️) public dry humping, thigh riding, coming in pants, thigh worship, tongue kissing, hickies and drinking
Word count: 2.9k
It started at the club. Bright purple lights alternating between blue and sometimes even green-ish ones, loud music blasting through the speakers and people's unintelligible chatter filled the atmosphere. But not your brain. At least it all had stopped being processed by your brain a while ago. You weren't even sure if you were processing anything at all in that moment. You were far too gone to know, to care. The only thing on your mind was Joost. And you weren't afraid to show him that. Soft sounds kept spilling from your lips, contrasting with the noisy surroundings, and meeting the fabric of his black shirt in warm puffs. If you weren't so drunk, maybe there would be a little voice in your head telling you that you'd regret this once you sobered up. But there wasn't. You were past that point where you can still hear your own racional thoughts. After a few good drinks, your mind simply goes blank. Which is not so different from the feeling of arousal. You always know that you'll regret a certain decision once you regain control of yourself, but for some reason, your brain can never fully come up with a good explanation as to why you shouldn't do it in the moment. Until it's so mushy that it turns into a state where shame doesn't exist. And right now? You didn't feel even a tiny bit of embarrassment at the way your hips kept slowly grinding against Joost's thigh. Being discrete was a foreigner concept to your drunk mind as you had him pressed to a random wall of the bar, using his leg to get off like a dog in heat. The only throbbing you could feel was the one between your legs, pulsing bass completely forgotten. The sticky sensation beneath your feet - that had bothered you just a while ago - was now being overpowered by the one in your underwear. It was like the crowd of people didn't exist.
To you.
Joost, on the other hand, was painfully aware of their presence. The alcohol in his system wasn't yet enough to make him forget about the unwanted audience. A few tipsy giggles had left his lips when you first started clinging to him, muttering something about how much you loved him and giving a couple of teasing, weak rolls of your hips against his thigh; but now, he was getting a bit worried about the fact that you two were in public and you were full on grinding. He kept trying to gently push you away, but you'd just nuzzle further against his chest and ignore him, letting out huffs of protest. Joost couldn't suppress a dopey smile at that, but he knew he had to stop you and take you home eventually.
"Babe?" He tried to get your attention by holding your hips. "Babe." When that didn't work, he grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him.
Your eyelids were heavy with a mixture of lust and alcohol, eyes glassy and mouth slightly open in a dumb look. Your hips stuttered and interrupted their movements at the stern look he gave you.
"Oh~" The sound slipped from your lips as a spark of arousal coursed through your body at the change in his tone and expression.
Joost couldn't maintain the seriousness he was trying to portray when you were staring up at him like he was the hottest person on earth. So, he ruined the authoritarian demeanor by cracking a big smile and letting out some cute giggles.
"Don't look at me like that, I'm serious. You need to stop that." He said. The smile never leaving his face - which did a terrible job at convincing you to quit rubbing yourself against him.
You gave him a teasing smirk, tentatively rolling your hips again - the ache between your legs meeting his thick thigh in a sweet friction and making you sigh; your drunk gaze staying locked on his while you did it.
"Mmm~ your thighs are sooo big~" You slurred with a giggle, thrusting against one of them and slowly building the rhythm you had before.
"I know, schat. This is like the 6th time you've told me that in the last half an hour." He watched you with an unreadable expression. It seemed he was trying to hide a grin, but at the same time, the nervous look of knowing he was in public was still etched on his features.
"They're so fucking huuuuge~" You ignored his words completely, too busy now looking down at where your body met his. "They're bigger than my head!" A gasp left your lips as a thought suddenly crossed your mind, eyes immediately going back to his. "I bet that they could crush it!"
"Lief-"
"You should crush my skull with your thighs!"
"Okaaay, that's it. Time to go home." He chuckled and manhandled you by grabbing your hips and pulling them away from his leg, making a discontent whine withdraw from your throat and get lost between the sound waves. His big hands squeezed your waist tighter as he felt your knees buckle slightly. You blinked a couple of times, making the biggest effort you could to avoid that dizzy sensation that had been triggered by the sudden movement.
"Can't we just stay here?" You spoke after regaining your balance, but still deciding to cling to his neck. Unconsciously, you leaned all of your weight on him while a hand buried itself in his hair, lazily scratching his scalp. Your breath reeked of alcohol and hit his face with every word you said, making him feel even more protective of his very drunk and vulnerable partner. His own breath probably didn't smell much different from yours; same amount of alcohol, same drinks, yet you were experiencing it in a stronger way. Trying to compete with Joost Klein when it came to alcohol intake had definitely not been a good idea.
"No." He snaked a hand around your waist, guiding one of yours to drape over his shoulders, and helping you to stay on your feet. "I gotta take you home."
And just like that, you let yourself be dragged out of the club - too gone to protest any further. A sudden wave of affection actually replaced your disappointment at having to leave; your fuzzy mind realizing how sweet his gesture was and making you even more in love with him. He always took such good care of you. You just wanted to kiss and lazily make out with your lovely boyfriend, telling him how much you loved him. And that was exactly what you did, distributing weak kisses on the skin of his neck and babbling a string of 'I love you's while Joost tried to take his phone out of his pocket to call an Uber. He struggled to do so with your tired body being completely supported by his and your sneaky hands feeling him up. He was almost sure that if he let go of your waist you'd lose your balance, so he had to settle for the difficult position and manage to get you both a ride. After much effort, he finally assured a car would be coming to pick you up soon. You two waited outside of the bar; Joost surrendering to your drunk charm and retributing your kisses in the meantime, playfully rolling his eyes at your overly clingy behavior.
The whole time until the Uber arrived was spent like that, making out under the moonlight with a faint lamp illuminating the street. But once you two were in the backseats, you got bolder, deciding it was the perfect place to try and get on Joost's lap. Your mind was still focused on his big thighs and how they strained the fabric of his pants... and clearly still oblivious to the concept of being in public. Patient as ever, he kept pushing you away for what felt like the longest trip, until the driver finally pulled up to your apartment and Joost could guide you to the privacy of your home. Once again, you let him take the lead, not caring about anything except getting him alone.
And as soon as you two were in the quiet of your bedroom, you were immediately all over him, drunkenly pushing him down onto the mattress while scrambling to get on your knees. Now, without the costumers of the bar or the poor Uber driver watching, Joost could finally let your instincts take over and enjoy whatever it was that your mushy brain planned on doing. He was just sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down and giggling at the desperate way you hugged his thighs and proceeded to bury your face between them, kissing him over the fabric of his pants.
"I love you so much~ I love your thighs~ I love how squishy they are~" You kept complimenting him between your affectionate little attacks, alternating the pecks with some nuzzling.
Slowly, you trailed the kisses up - your body following, clumsily getting up - until they reached the ink on his neck. You gripped his shoulders, settling on his lap in sluggish movements and sighing as you felt his big thigh between yours. Your breath met his sensitive skin, making him shiver and instantly search for your hips with his hands. Purrs of contentment escaped your lips, being muffled by his Lola Bunny tattoo, but their vibrations still felt. The pleasant sensation only increased when you started mouthing at his neck, distributing wet kisses there and making him let out his own blissful sighs.
"I love you so much~" You repeated without pulling away, getting a giddy 'I love you too’ back. "So so so much... You make the prettiest sounds~" Your hips started rolling again. Slow, at first. Just basking in the feeling of having a part of his body under you, of using it to relieve the neediness that had been building up all night.
"You're still focused on humping my thigh, huh?" He leaned back a bit so he could look at you with a lazy smirk. Instead of trying to follow the warmth of his neck, you stayed there, staring at him with small, barely open eyes; like a newborn kitten who can't even see yet. A confused kitten who doesn’t understand why their comfort place is being taken away. You huffed and let your face thump against its previous spot.
"You have nice thighs..." You murmured, now picking up the pace slightly. Every time your crotch rubbed on his leg, you could feel yourself leak more into your underwear, dirtying them with your arousal and feeling Joost's thigh press the mess further up against you. It was embarrassing how turned on you were getting from the simple action, really. "They get, like, bigger when you sit down... I don't know how to explain." You continued your rambling. "Perfect to ride..."
"You are so drunk." He laughed, giving your hips a squeeze.
"You are too!" You pulled away to look at him with a faux-annoyed expression.
"Not as drunk as you." Joost flashed you a dopey grin and slowly leaned in to mouth at your bottom lip.
"We drank the same!"
"Yes, but I know how to handle my liquor." His tongue darted out to give you a lick. "You? Not so much." Suddenly, the slick and warm muscle was sliding into your mouth, meeting yours and tasting the alcohol that still lingered on your breath. "Just a few drinks in you and you start thinking about fucking me..." He mumbled, taking a quick break from the hot kisses. "Or my thigh, for that matter. You needy little thing." After uttering the last syllable, he dived back in, silencing your reply.
You were a mess in his hands, being groped, kissed and licked. Still, you couldn't help but worsen your situation by grinding even more, seeking the friction that would eventually lead to your climax. Breathy moans were shared between open-mouthed kisses and battling tongues, at the same time that your hand tried to reach for his belt - missing it with every clash of your mouths.
"Mm... Joost- wait- mmph!" You tried to say the words during the millisecond breaks he would give you. Finally, he relented, trailing his passionate attack to your jaw, followed by your neck, making it slightly easier for you to unbuckle the damn thing.
"You got me needy now, liefje~"
"I'm needy too." You fumbled with the button of his pants, opening it and clumsily shoving them down enough to reveal his tattooed thighs. "I need to feel more of you." Straddling him properly again, you resumed your desperate motions. The only thing separating you from his soft skin now being the fabric of your thin pants and your dampened underwear. Mewls of pleasure poured from your lips as the friction became even sweeter and you buried your face in the crook of his neck to try and muffle them; hands losing themselves in his hair in search of something to hold, while your hips rocked against his thigh.
"So ruined already and I haven't even touched you." Joost's deep, raspy voice went straight to your core - his r's sounding like little growls in your ear. One of his hands moved to your ass in a possessive gesture; the other copying its demeanor and squeezing your thigh before caressing it in an up and down motion. "I bet I don't even need to. Bet you could come just from this, hm?" He knew the power he had over you and he thrived on that. He knew how much you loved that cocky side, the teasing, the mocking... It was evident from the way your whines and thrusting increased significantly. "Look at you... I really can't let you drink." A chuckle tickled your neck as he started sucking on it, leaving love marks on your sensitive spot.
The friction together with the hickies was too much for your drunk mind to handle and you could feel yourself getting close to the edge. Joost was right. You didn't even need his fingers or his cock, all it took to unravel you was his big, squishy thigh. Your hips slowed down a bit so you could feel every grind properly, every movement in which your aching need met his bare skin and rubbed against it just the right way. He noticed the change in rhythm - of course he did - and took the opportunity to gently bounce his leg in sync with your thrusts. Your arms squeezed his shoulders and you moaned loudly - the warm skin of his neck doing barely anything to quiet the sound. His hands held your hips as they quickened the pace, encouraging you to lose yourself in the moment; until their speed began decreasing once more, only managing to give weak little stutters. You felt a hand caressing your hair, giving it gentle scratches, before that tender, familiar voice spoke again.
"Wait... Did my baby just finish from grinding against my thigh?" He murmured with a cocky grin - lips glued to your ear and immediately planting a soft kiss on your temple. "It's okay, you don't need to be embarrassed." He continued when he noticed you were planning to stay buried in his neck.
"Mmm..." The lazy hum was all you could muster as a response. Your brain was completely mush after the strong climax, too tired to come up with something to say. Your legs felt sore from how long you had been supporting your weight on them, the muscles in your thighs tender after releasing the tension they had held during your arousal. It all added to your drunk state and made you incredibly drowsy - a comforting sense of being utterly spent lulling you into sleep in his arms.
"Don't tell me you're falling asleep on me." Joost pretended to be upset, but his playful tone was obvious. He could feel how your body turned slack against his and he knew you wouldn't last much longer awake.
"'M not, 'm just... resting."
But your nuzzling told him otherwise.
"I know you. You always say that, but then my drunk little mess ends up passing out on me." He giggled, continuing to run his fingers through your hair. "Drinks and an orgasm and you're out. And tomorrow you'll be all clingy with the hangover you'll have, won’t you?"
“I love you~” You repeated those three words for the millionth time that night, which still didn’t feel like enough. It never did. “You always give me the best sex~”
“I love you too, baby.” He suppressed a chuckle as you ignored him with your slurred, out loud thoughts. “But you do know it wasn’t really sex, right? It was more like you using me to get off.” The laugh he had been trying to conceal eventually let itself be heard. But it didn’t get any reply. Not even a little giggle from you. The only thing he got was your calm breathing against his neck. “Schatje? Did you fall asleep?”
Again, no reply. But he understood the answer. His lips curled into a tender smile as he held you tighter. You had indeed fallen asleep. Of course.
Leaving him with a hard dick straining his boxers and your body weight fully supported by his.
But also with a warm heart, knowing that you were safe in his embrace, satisfied and that he had once again protected you from embarrassing yourself in public. Well, partially.
But that would be a fun story to tell you tomorrow.
I just wanna say that I don’t ignore requests, so you guys don’t need to worry that I’m ignoring them or smth if I take a bit too long to answer :) There’s very few things I won’t write about, but if your request happens to be one of them, I’ll let you know by replying to the ask. I only ignore hate speech, so don’t be afraid to send things outside of that <3
if im allowed to ask for 2, could i request🧁+⌛️together :3 ?
hes too perfect all over it makes it so hard to choose but i gotta stay true to myself bc ik damn well id sell an organ if it meant 5 min w joosts tummy to myself🤤all those curvesmmmmm
Hehe thank you, mootieee <3 Ofc u can ask for two! And you’re so real, he’s so fucking delicious, I need to take a bite 😵💫 This was supposed to be less than 2k words btw, then for some reason it became 3.9k 😃 Idk how I managed to go from dancey Joostie to reader being kind of a nerd about Ancient History to smut, but I hope you enjoyyyy! (Title from a Björk song :P)
Btw!! I suggest u guys listen to “Kisses Of Fire” by ABBA (if u haven’t) to get the vibe of one of the scenes, but you don’t need to.
VENUS AS A BOY
Joost x gn!reader (set on the day of Ruisrock 2025)
Description: You find Joost dancing. One thing leads to another and you both end up in bed, laughing and… doing other things.
Warnings: Smut (+18 ‼️) handjob, blowjob/deepthroat, cum on stomach, cum licking, tummy and waist/hips worship, praise kink, hickies, song fic, use of ‘hero’ and ‘knight’ to refer to reader once tho!!
Word count: 3.9k
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A gentle breeze hit your face as you walked through the city. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was definitely surprising to feel in the beginning of July. You had hoped for a summer day, the kind that makes your clothes stick to your body with sweat and your eyes squint from the sunlight. But instead, the temperature was just... nice. The sun was up in the sky, but the wind kept you from feeling your skin melt. You just had to avoid the shadows of the big buildings, or else you'd freeze with no natural warmth to balance with the slight breeze. Especially when your hands were already turning into two big ice cubes. The cans of Monster you were holding were quickly transmitting their coldness onto your fingers, while your digits did the opposite, making the energy drink not so refreshing. Still, you hoped your boyfriend would appreciate it. You knew he would. He always appreciated your love gestures. It was so easy to put a smile on that man's face. A simple drink from the small grocery shop located a few minutes away from the hotel and he was all yours. In fact, just the thought of you going downstairs to get him a Monster had been enough to make him grin like an excited little kid. Of course he told you that you didn't have to; that if the hotel mini fridge didn't have Monster, he could just drink a different thing. But you wanted to. You wanted to treat him like a princess. A princess who waits in her castle as her knight in shining armor absents himself to go get her any thing she desires. And that was exactly what her knight was doing. Leaving the comfort of their hotel room only to fulfill the beautiful princess' wishes. A princess who was probably drinking beer in bed at that exact moment.
You finally got to the hotel, entering the building and leaving the Finnish wind gently blowing outside. The warmth of the lobby immediately hugged you, involving you in a tighter embrace as you made your way to where the rooms were. The faint sound of music could be heard, becoming a bit louder - but never losing its softness - as you walked down the corridor. It sounded muffled, what lead you to believe it wasn't the hotel's new addition to the atmosphere. It seemed rather like it came from behind one of the doors. Each step made you closer to the mysterious source of the music, finally allowing you to make out which song was playing. You could recognize one of your boyfriend's dearest bands anywhere. The melody of 'Super Trouper' by ABBA became unmistakable once you stood by a certain door. Of course the music came from your room. You smiled to yourself and inserted the hotel card into the door reader, pressing on the handle and gently opening it.
As soon as you caught a glimpse of the interior, you saw Joost moving to the slow beat, quietly singing along while his arms and hips swayed in a delicate way.
"Tonight the super trouper beams are gonna blind me
But I won't feel blue
Like I always do
'Cause somewhere in the crowd there's you"
You watched him with a dopey smile, eventually putting down the cans you were holding so you could cross your arms and lean against the doorframe while enjoying the private performance. His movements had always mesmerized you, how he balanced that duality of soft and chaotic so well... In moments like this, he didn't even seem like the same guy who humped speakers during concerts. His sweet voice a huge contrast to the loud screams he usually lets out when he's excited. You couldn't help but melt as you saw him dance towards the bed - completely distracted and unaware of your presence - to grab his rosary necklace and add it to his gorgeous outfit. He was wearing black pants with a plain white t-shirt that hugged his body in all the right places, showing his belly, and the nipples through the fabric. It accentuated his curvy waist in a Venus-like way, almost distracting you from the fact that he had just jumped slightly as he finally saw you through the mirror. Dance moves stopping at the same time that he stuttered the words he was singing.
"Jesus, baby, you scared me!" Joost chuckled, turning to face you.
"Sorry..." You let out a little laugh yourself at the way his chest was heaving and his hand was resting over his heart. "Don't stop just because of me, though." A lazy smile appeared on your lips as you teasingly stayed in the same place, waiting to see him resume his movements. "I was enjoying the show."
"Don't put that kind of pressure on me!" He giggled and averted his gaze from your face, turning down the music instead.
You pushed off from the doorframe with a grin and walked up to him, immediately wrapping both arms around his waist and planting a lingering kiss to his mouth.
"So shy all of a sudden..." You mumbled the words against his lips as your smile widened, hands finding his hips to knead at the soft skin. He was so squishy. "I brought you Monster." You said once you pulled away.
"My hero!"
He surprised you with a hug, and suddenly you found yourself smothered by his big chest. Sometimes Joost could be a bit forgetful of his own strength and size, especially when he was all giddy and excited. You would never dare to complain, though.
"No, but seriously, you didn't have to, you know?" He pulled away, beaming like the ray of sunshine he is.
"I know. But I wanted to." You smiled back and moved your hands to his waist, caressing it over the wrinkles of his shirt. It was way too tight on him, but damn if it didn't look good. Delicious.
Your thumbs rubbed the fabric, almost absentmindedly, although your brain was well aware of how much you craved him. Even the smallest touch was enough to ground you, at the same time that it made you experience a floating sensation... and at the same time that it always left you wanting more. Admiring eyes shifted to where you were holding, then a little lower, taking in his tummy. The shirt didn't reveal all of it, but it was enough to drive you crazy. He looked even more beautiful to the sound of ABBA quietly playing in the background. But you couldn't help but wonder what was the occasion for that particular outfit.
"Mmm, and what is my baby wearing?" You hummed appreciatively.
"You weren't supposed to see this yet... It's for tonight's show."
"I wasn't supposed to see it yet?"
"No, it was a surprise."
"Kinda like a 'can't see the bride before the wedding' type of thing?" You teased, poking his waist and watching him squirm before continuing to explain.
"No... that's to avoid bad luck. In this case, it was just so you'd drool all over me once you saw me on stage in these clothes." He smirked. “But you were too quick to get back from the store…”
"And who said I won't still drool? Hm?" You squeezed his waist. "It doesn't matter if I've seen the outfit, you know I'll always be crazy about it."
"Good, because-"
Suddenly, he interrupted himself with an excited gasp. You had no idea what had just happened to make him that happy... not even as he pointed to the right, apparently showing you the reason of his behavior. You couldn't see anything out of the ordinary in the room. But then, you understood. A simple turning up of the music was all that you needed to understand what this was about.
"I love this song! Now there's nothing at aaall, that can keeep us apaaart~" He started singing in a mock-serious tone, eyebrows furrowed and puckered lips in exaggerated expressions. "Touch my liiips..." He brought your hand to his lips and you playfully rolled your eyes, letting him give a quick peck to your fingertips. He continued his singing, letting go of your wrist to point at you. "And you knooow I'm crazy 'bout youuuuu~"
Just when you thought he was going to serenade you with some romantic slow song, the beat changed to an upbeat one, scaring you a little, but filling him with energy.
"Kisses of fire!" Joost lifted his arms in a theatrical manner. "Burning, burning!" He then lowered and opened them in the same way, swaying his hips as he danced with a grin on his face. You were close to telling him the music could be heard by the whole hotel, but you didn't have the guts when he looked that happy, so you just smiled.
He kept on dancing and singing, never stopping the movements of his arms and hips, making you look at him with a dopey expression.
"I've had my share of love affairs, but they were nothing compared to thiiis~" He shook his shoulders, getting closer to you. You didn't budge from your spot, so he took the chance to grab your waist as he pouted at you. "Dance with me, babyyy~"
He guided you to the beat while you tried to stifle your giggles. It was clumsy and uncoordinated, but neither of you wanted it to be perfect. At least, not according to the definition of most people. In your eyes, this moment was definitely what appeared in front of the word perfect in the dictionary.
He took your hand, dramatically making you spin and pushing you down onto the bed. You fell on your elbows, laughing as he swayed his hips provocatively in front of you. Still, in the midst of his silly motions, you found him incredibly attractive. You always did. His bubbly personality and pretty looks were an irresistible combination and you weren't strong in the slightest when it came to it. You eyed him up and down, in what you thought was a discrete way of taking him in. Joost noticed your appreciative look, but didn't say anything, instead crawling on top of your body and kissing you while the music kept playing. After a few seconds, he pulled away, revealing your smile.
"You're heavy. Did you know that?"
His grin widened at your teasing words and, in one swift motion, he rolled over to the side, shirt riding up in the process, revealing all of his tummy. You let a hand wander to the fuzzy yet soft skin, petting it. When you glanced up, you noticed that he had turned his head to look at you - half-lidded eyes and lazy smirk.
"So, what did you think of the 'show'?" Joost asked.
"10/10, would recommend. Way different from that 'Super Trouper' bit you were performing when I got here, but equally as incredible."
"That's a Joost Klein show for ya." He chuckled. "A little preview of tonight."
"Interesting..." You slowly got on top of him, straddling his thighs while your hands rested on his stomach. "I also have a little preview of tonight for you."
His eyes widened slightly as you began talking in a sultry tone, but the heavy eyelids quickly returned once you started massaging his tummy. You smirked, moving your hands to his waist - and taking the opportunity to pull up his shirt even further - so you could plant soft kisses on his belly pouch.
"My little born dancer~" You murmured against him. Your hands slid down a bit lower as your mouth replaced them on their previous spot. They held his hips now, thumbs tenderly rubbing the skin. It was always a battle in your brain to decide whether to use your hands or your mouth on a particular part of his body, ending up with you choosing to desperately alternate between the two. "... With his little born dancer hips~" You gave him a series of gentle pecks on his waist, listening to his giggles. "You really were blessed with the most beautiful body... Look at these curves... Jesus..."
"Blessed?" More adorable little chuckles left his lips as you nosed at his side.
"Mhm..." You pulled away to look him the eyes. "You know those sculptures from Ancient Times? Women with curvy bodies and little belly pouches in skin-tight clothing? You look like one of those sculptures." Your mouth moved to worship his tummy again, distributing kisses like he was something sacred.
"You're so biased." He scoffed with a smitten expression.
"I'm not! It's the truth." The words barely made your lips leave his skin, but you could sense the fond shaking of his head. "It was viewed as a sign of wealth back then, you know?" You said after a beat of silence, going back to that topic. He furrowed his brows with a smile as he waited for you to continue, and once again, you turned to face him, gentle hands massaging his soft figure. "Having a plump body, I mean. They associated it with high status because those were the people who could afford to eat well and didn't have to do manual work."
"Well, aren't you a little nerd?" He flashed you a grin, teasingly messing up your hair. "Tell me more."
"The Greeks actually had a word for that: 'Eusarkos'. It was used to refer to that desirable state of wellness, meaning something like 'fleshy'. It was a weird time in many things, but showing non-skinny bodies some love is definitely something we should do nowadays." You returned to kissing his tummy, making sure to accompany it with loud 'mwah' noises.
"Can't believe you're using your Ancient History knowledge to worship my body." He laughed.
"Those were just fun facts. My hands and mouth are doing all the worshipping." You smirked and let your hands squeeze his waist while your mouth sucked some hickies onto his tummy. "You're way more beautiful than those sculptures, anyway." You sighed against his pale skin, mumbling praises. "So much more beautiful..." In a slow, deliberate movement you started pulling down his black jeans - not yet with the accessories he would wear to the concert.
"You're the beautif-"
"Shhh, this isn't about me, baby, it's about you." You interrupted him, taking his pants off completely and leaving him in just his dark boxers - the ones with his name all around the waistband. He looked perfect with that tight shirt pulled up to his chest and bare legs on display.
More kisses were planted on his tummy while you began kneading at his waist, making him impatient now that he was in his underwear. But you weren't cruel, so you let your pecks trail to the bulge at the front of his boxers, getting closer to what you two wanted. One of Joost's hands buried in your hair, scratching as if unconsciously telling you to take him into your mouth. But you didn't need to be told twice. Faster than when it came to his pants, you pulled down his boxers, exposing his beautiful cock. It was half-hard already from all the kissing and desperately waiting for your lips to wrap around it.
"So needy, liefje~" He giggled as you stared hungrily at his dick.
"Look who's talking..." Your hand wrapped around his length, giving it a couple of strokes and watching it twitch. "You're the one getting hard from tummy kisses." A smirk appeared on your face as you made him blush.
"You weren't just kissing it, okay? Besides, I like being worshipped. Feels nice."
"And I'm the needy one? Riiight." You leaned down to give the head a little lick, enjoying the immediate furrow of his eyebrows in pleasure. "Let me help with that neediness, pretty."
Your hand slid to the base, giving it some attention, as the tip of his cock disappeared between your lips, allowing you to finally feel his warmth inside your mouth. A hum escaped you as you made a few up and down motions before slowly taking him deeper, forcing yourself to reach where your fingers were. Realizing you didn't need your hand there anymore, you interrupted the stroking and moved both of them to his hips, wandering up and down in an exploration of those gorgeous curves. You bobbed your head, carefully trying not to choke on his thick length, while his moans encouraged you to keep going. And if they weren't the perfect sign of how good you were doing, the feeling of his dick growing fully hard against your tongue definitely was. It praised you in an indescribable way, only making you more focused on pleasing him. The tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly, making you let out wet, struggling sounds while your hands squeezed his hips tighter. You still wanted more, though. You wanted to bury your nose in his pubes and feel him as deep as you could, already picturing the delicious sounds that would come out of the man underneath you. Suddenly, you felt a gentle hand in your hair; tattooed fingers burying between the strands in a warm caress, almost like he understood what you were trying to do.
"Baby~ You don't need to take all of it, you know?"
You furrowed your brows even further and made a stubborn noise of disagreement. Like most things, you knew you didn't need to, but you wanted to. Besides, it wasn't your first time sucking Joost's dick. You knew you could make it fit all the way in. You were just too impatient today, wanting to feel more of him right that second, without taking it slow. Alright, maybe he was right. Maybe you were needy.
You took a deep breath through your nose, slowing your movements so you could sink your mouth onto his cock in a controlled manner; watery, half-lidded eyes looking up at him for approval. He tried to keep watching, but your lips meeting the base of his dick made him throw his head back against the mattress with a broken moan.
"Fuck, babe, always so good for me~" His fingers twitched in your hair, trying not to force you down, but desperately needing you to move.
You nuzzled your face against his pelvis, closing your eyes as you tried to ease all of his length into your mouth. The feeling of your nose rubbing his pubes overwhelmed you in the best way possible and you could tell it also drove him wild.
After managing to move up and down again with less struggle, you glanced up, involuntarily moaning at the sight. Joost was back to watching you and he had the most pathetic, needy look on his face. Brows furrowed in pleasure while heavy eyes threatened to roll back, his plump lips parted and letting out tired whines between those shaky breaths.
"I'm close~" Joost sighed the words, completely in bliss.
You weren't cruel, but right now you had other plans for your poor boyfriend that didn't include letting him come down your throat. No matter how good he looked with that begging expression. Slowly, you pulled away, running your tongue across the underside in the process and watching the string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock break in what was a downright filthy sight. His half-lidded eyes quickly widened at your interruption, pretty mouth opening and closing without knowing what to say. You didn't need his words, though. You could read his thoughts perfectly in that moment.
"I know..." You took his dick in your hand, stroking it with a firm grip. "But you're not coming in my mouth this time."
Joost stared at you with his best puppy dog eyes, but you ignored it and pointed his hard length slightly up to his face while you kept jerking it off. It took his mushy brain a few seconds to understand what you were planning to do, but once he figured it out, he complained in a lazy voice.
"Careful not to get any cum on my shirt. I'm wearing it to the concert tonight, liefjeee!"
"It won't get on your shirt, don't worry."
"Babe. Then I'll have to change my whole outfit if it does."
You shook your head with a smile and lifted the fabric with your free hand, revealing his hairy chest.
"Better?"
"Mhm~" He hummed weakly, so close to his orgasm. "Y-You're gonna make me come on my tummy?"
"Yes, but don't you worry. I'll clean the mess, okay, angel?"
"Okay~" He parroted dumbly.
"You just worry about letting go all over yourself."
"Yes~" Another sweet, mindless answer. "Please?" He asked simply, but you knew exactly what he was referring to.
"Yes, you can come, baby."
His hips twitched involuntarily as you gave him permission, and in a matter of seconds, white ropes shot out of his cock, painting his tummy and a bit of his chest. Maybe it had been a good idea to get the shirt out of the way. His moans of pleasure filled the room, stealing your attention from the mess on his stomach and directing it to his pretty face. Blue eyes slowly opening while he recovered from the aftershocks, and disappearing once again as he gave you a tender smile. You retributed it with one of your own, leaning down to kiss his pink, inviting lips and calming his labored breathing with your mouth.
“Perfect…” You whispered after pulling away, admiring his features for a moment. Then, you switched to trailing kisses down his jaw until they reached his chest. “You’re literally the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” Your tongue darted out to lick the drops of release that had missed his tummy. “The most beautiful person.” More kisses met his skin as you finally got to his belly, licking a long stripe there. After releasing your grip on his shirt - which stayed glued to his chest - you held his waist again, kneading it as you cleaned the mess on his stomach. “Can’t wait to see you on stage tonight. You’re gonna crush it, like you always do.”
“Thanks, babe.” He tried to suppress his giggles as your tongue tickled his skin. “I’m gonna make sure to move my hips just for you.”
“Mmm, in this outfit? Oh my, I’m drooling already.” You purposely let a string of saliva dribble from your mouth onto his sticky stomach. He laughed as you immediately lapped at it, amused by your silly antics.
“How are you even gonna hold it together during the show?”
“I won’t. That’s why I need my fix now.” You showered his belly with kisses. “… and after.” You alternated the gentle pecks with slow licks, giving it all the attention you could and moaning softly at the taste of his cum.
“You sound like an addict.” Joost chuckled.
“That’s because I am one. I’m completely addicted to you.” After a good cleaning of the sticky fluid, you moved to kiss the curve of his waist. “I still think your body is a blessing. Just look at you… Perfect from head to toe.” You mouthed at his skin before pulling away. “And all mine.”
Neither of you remembered the abandoned cans of Monster anymore - the reason why this all had started. Turns out, all that Joost really needed was at the hotel. And currently laying on top of his body, worshipping it like it was their last day on earth.
