noot

19, joost klein, droom groot! 🫶🏻

[joostkleintitsgroot]

JOOST VIENNA SHORT SUMMARY:

- That top is so sheer in stage lighting I thought he was rawdogging the vest

- Speaking of the fit, his ass was SO FAT in the jeans

- He called Parsa/DJ Chool the best DJ ever (aka Joostilicious stays canon)

- When he asked people to stop using their phones and just be in the moment he said that he’ll cry backstage if we don’t obey lol

- Random “I love you baby” during the last mashup

[kleinism]

Hiii can i request overstimulation with Joost and a Fem!Reader? Headcannons or a blurb is fine… I just really want him to overstim me…

⸝⸝ overstimulation — joost klein

content warning | nsfw !! mdni !! RPF , fem!reader , joost giving faux sympathy , sub!reader , softdom!joost

your body feels heavy and shaky beneath joost, the sheets sticking to your back as he keeps you under him. he moves slow and steady, hips rolling forward in a rhythm that never seems to end. even though your thighs keep twitching from how many times you have already cum tonight, he stays buried inside you. his cock drags thick through your swollen walls, pressing deep with every thrust, the head rubbing against that spot that makes your breath catch every single time. sweat clings to both of you, and his body brushes yours with each movement, warm and solid.

“you’re shaking again,” he says quietly, voice low and close to your ear. his hand stays gentle on your hip, thumb rubbing small circles into your skin while the other rests near your face. “but you still feel so good around me.”

you try to answer but the words come out broken when he pushes in again, deeper this time, grinding slow at the end of the thrust. “joost, it’s too much already,” you manage, voice hoarse. “..too much.”

he kisses your cheek, soft and careful, then presses his forehead to yours. “i know, baby. i can feel it.” his voice stays calm even as his cock twitches inside you, still hard. “just let me stay like this a little longer. you feel too good to stop, schat.”

your walls clench around him without meaning to, and he groans quietly, the sound low in his throat. his hips keep that same steady pace, each thrust deliberate, dragging through your slick cunt with wet sounds that fill the room. your breath catches again when he grinds against your clit on the next push, and your hand grips his shoulder tighter.

“joost, please,” you whimper, legs trembling hard around his hips. “’m still so sensitive.”

“i know,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “but please, i need to feel you cum again. just one more.” his tone is gentle, almost apologetic, but his hips never slow. he keeps fucking you in that same careful rhythm, deep and unhurried, making sure you feel every inch of him.

your orgasm builds slower this time, creeping up through your overstimulated body until it crashes over you, hard. your back arches off the bed as your cunt pulses around him, slick gushing out around his cock with every spasm. “ah– ahh, fuck, i’m cumming again!” you sob, voice cracking, thighs shaking violently around his hips.

joost groans low, hips stuttering for just a second before he forces himself back into that same steady pace, fucking you through it. “that’s it,” he whispers against your lips. “you’re so good for me. so fucking perfect.”

he doesn’t pull out when your body finally starts to relax. instead he stays inside you, rocking forward slow and careful, and you can feel him getting even harder. your walls flutter around him again despite how wrecked you feel, and another broken sound slips from your throat when he grinds deep.

“joost, joost please- i can’t,” you breathe, pushing weakly at his chest. “it’s too much.”

he catches your hand gently, pressing it back into the pillow beside your head. “i know it is,” he says, voice soft. “but you still feel so good… c-can’t stop yet.” his hips keep moving, each thrust measured and deep, dragging over that same sensitive spot inside you until your breath starts coming in short gasps again.

tears well in your eyes as your fourth orgasm hits harder than the last, your whole body locking up as your poor overstimulated cunt spasms around him, slick dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets. this time you couldn't even give him a warning, crying out little ah-ah!’s as you cry out, voice raw, legs kicking weakly against him.

he groans again, low and rough, but his pace stays gentle, fucking you through every pulse. “good, so so good f’me,” he whispers, kissing your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your eye where tears slip down. “you’re doing so good. just let it happen.”

your body keeps twitching under him even after the orgasm fades, overstimulated and sensitive, but he doesn’t stop. his cock stays buried deep, moving in that same steady rhythm, and you can feel him getting closer to the edge even though he’s trying to hold back. your walls clench around him again, and he makes a broken sound against your neck.

“just one more, schatje. just one more. i promise.” the words are soft on his lips, sweet and gentle, because you both know he won’t stop. he can’t. he needs to keep fucking you, needs to keep making you cum, until you’re nothing but a wrecked, sobbing mess beneath him.

a/n: i hope you enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love love love this so much,,, oh joost please!!! if you can hear me overstimulate me. answering my asks,, theyre so good u guys !! btw my taglist us open so if you would liek to be tagged for joost klein written content let me know!!!! :)))

[thejoostklein]

his body looks so yummy and good in this top....look at those titties jesus christ i wanna bite him and kiss him all over.... the slutty lil waist...

[joostkleintitsgroot]

⚠️ FLASHING LIGHTS ⚠️

Joost and Bram busting out that hakken for Buurman uit Berlijn

Vienna 10.06.2026

[joostkleintitsgroot]

I’m gonna post this without any context lol enjoy!

Joost live in Vienna 10.06.2026

⚠️ FLASH WARNING at the very end ⚠️

[songsofvenus]

﹒⌗﹒positions ⸝⸝

singers ↳ ariana grande x fem!reader

synopsis ↳ when before a press conference, president grande asks you to do a favor for her which involves you underneath her desk eating her out while she does paperwork and trying to keep her composure 

genre: ↳ wlw, 18+, smut, non-celebrity x non-celebrity, presidential au

featuring: ↳ president!ariana grande x secretary!reader ↳ victoria monet, courtney chiplone, justin bieber, selena gomez, etc

warnings / notes: ↳ request ↳ MEN AND MINORS DNI, cunnlingus, sub!reader, oral, dom!lariana, public sex (kinda), fingering  ↳ 914 words, kinda short ngl ↳ please do not copy, translate or repost any of my works anywhere.

The West Wing was a pressure cooker that morning—international press, a leaked memo, Senators breathing down Ariana’s neck, and her whole administration was one headline away from catching on fire again. 

You’d been up since 4 a.m. preparing her briefing folders, not because she demanded it, but because you knew the tiny crease between her brows meant she hadn’t slept either. 

President Grande didn’t crack easily, she was a polished blade: beautiful, sharp and terrifying, but today…she was rattled and you could tell because she hated being rattled. 

You knocked gently on her office door, “It’s me.” 

“Come in,” she called, and even through the thick wood you heard the exhaustion that she was trying to bury. 

The moment you stepped inside, the air shifted. Ariana sat behind her desk, suit jacket off, hair in a sleek power ponytail that still somehow made her look like she was about to seduce Congress into approving anything she asked for, and papers were spread everywhere. 

She didn’t look up, focusing on the documents in front of her. 

“You’re tense,” you said softly. 

“Tense?” she laughed once, sharp and humorless. “A foreign leader just threatened sanctions on live TV, Justin lost the talking points, and Courtney told me that my voice sounds ‘too soft’ for a settlement this serious.” 

You walked closer, hands behind your back, trying to stay professional—trying, because she was doing that thing where she rolled her sleeves up to her elbows, showing her hand tattoos, and it always made your brain short circuit. 

“Anything I can do?” you offered, standing directly in front of her desk. 

Ariana’s pen stopped and slowly, she lifted her eyes to you, and something in them was different—not tired and not angry, but something a lot…darker. 

“Actually,” she murmured, “yes.” 

Your heart jumped, “What do you need?” 

She stood, smoothing her skirt, walking towards you with the kind of confidence that made your knees threaten to quit. 

When she stopped in front of you, she tilted your chin up with one finger. 

“Tell me something, sweetheart,” she said quietly, “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” 

Your breath caught in your throat before you nodded in response, “Yes, ma’am.” 

Her smirk was soft, wicked. “I know you would.” 

Then she stepped past you and toward her desk, she lowered herself into the chair, crossing her legs and spoke without looking at you. “Under.” 

You froze, “Ma’am, the press conference is in seventeen minutes—” 

Ariana lifted just her eyes to you, one brow raised as she gave you a silent command. 

Your whole body heated up, “Yes, ma’am.” 

You sank to your knees and slipped under her desk, her scent was already dizzying—soft perfume and something warmer, something unpresidential. 

From above, her voice floated down, calm again. “Good girl.” 

She opened her binder and began writing notes, posture immaculate, except her thighs were parted just enough for you to settle between them. 

Her hand slid under the desk, fingers threading into your hair. 

“You’re going to help me focus,” she whispered, “And you’re going to be quiet for me.” 

You nodded, lips brushing her thigh before moving her panties aside, revealing her folds. The first slow lick you gave her, she inhaled sharply and scratched out a pen mark on her paper. 

“Easy,” she breathed, “You’re supposed to calm me, not end my career.” 

But she was already trembling slightly as the door handle clicked and Ariana’s entire body tensed, her hand tightened in your hair but she didn’t pull away. 

“Come in,” she said smoothly, voice betraying none of the chaos happening under her desk. 

Justin, Selena, and Victoria stepped inside of the office and closed the door behind them. 

“Madam President,” Justin said breathlessly, “we found the updated memo—” 

Ariana’s legs stiffened around you as you slid your tongue deeper inside of her folds making her exhale sharply through her nose, disguising it as annoyance. 

“Put it on the table,” she said, maintaining eye contact with her staff while you made her shiver. 

Selena stepped closer, “Are you feeling okay? You look flustered.” 

Ariana’s nails dug into the back of your head, “I’m fine,” she said, voice dropping an octave though not intentionally. “Just…concentrating.” 

You nearly smiled and she pinched your cheek in warning, as Victoria began reviewing the press questions, Ariana’s composure started fracturing, breath uneven, thighs trembling around your ears. 

And then, you felt her body stutter and a soft, involuntary sound escaped her. 

A tiny gasp, causing Justin’s head to snap up. “Ma’am?” 

Ariana cleared her throat aggressively, “Thank you. All of you. Out.” 

The staff hurried out confused, the door shutting behind them. Though the second it clicked shut, Ariana grabbed you by the jaw and pulled you out from under the desk, breath shaky and eyes hungry—her lipstick was a mess and her pupils blown wide

“You…” she whispered, thumb stroking your swollen lips, “...are dangerous.” 

You smirked, “You told me to help you focus.” 

She leaned in, breath ghosting over your mouth. “And now I want more.” 

Her hand slid down to your collar, “After the press conference…” she said, voice low and dark, “...you’re coming to the residence, and you’re not leaving until I’ve ruined that smart mouth of yours.” 

Your knees actually gave out though Ariana caught your chin again, smirking. 

“Stand up straight, sweetheart,” she murmured, “The world is about to watch me on national television, and they can’t know what you just did to their president.” 

[joostglazer]

i'm fed up, i'm tired of waiting on you

summary: reader is done waiting for their roommate to make the first move and takes things into their own hands to solve their sexual frustration

perv!roommate!joost x reader part 2

sequel to this story

Content Warnings: 18+ RPF SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, penetrative sex, exhibition kink mentioned, begging, teasing, dom!joost, fingering, edging, overstimulation, nipple play, clothed/completely nude sex, hands free orgasm

reader is completely gender neutral and have no described genitalia, joost fucks them and stimulates their g/p-spot inside, so it can go either way depending on your fancy.

word count: 2059

a/n: this part is in reader's POV i hoped to make their POVs sound distinct, and not like the same narrator. idk if it came across well. I gave this a quick proof read and spell check in my word processor but nothing else.

thank you to @klik0bak and @derwf for proof reading this for me. genuinely Could Not bring myself to do it. i still really dont like this one but i'm grateful for the help. 🙏🙏🙏

You don't know what you're going to do, you stand in the shower, combing your fingers through your hair and think. You're just about done with that stupid boy! God, you don't know how much more obvious you can make it! You think about how you damn near jumped his bones last week. You would've too if he didn't stop you. You wish he didn't stop you.

You step out of the shower, wrapping your hair in a towel and then your body too. You creep over to the door, listening carefully. You hear Joost's door creak open and wait a moment before popping out.

"Oops! I didn't know you were up!" You feign embarrassment at being seen fresh out of the shower.

"Oh, sorry.." He mumbles, eyes flicking from where you fidget with the corner of the towel and up to your eyes before coming down again, tracking a droplet running down your chest.

Joost shuffles out of the hallway, and you stop yourself from heaving a disappointed sigh.

You flop on your bed with a groan, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your palms. You just want him to acknowledge you. You know he's into you. You want him to act on it so bad. You're going to have to make the first move yourself, you realize. None of your hints, tricks, or teases have worked.

On a day when he's out you practice in the mirror.

"Have you ever I dunno…Thought about us? Together?"

"Are you, like, into me?"

"What would you do if I kissed you?"

"Have you ever thought of me like that? Like.. In bed, all alone."

"Do you wanna fuck?"

Maybe if you act totally pathetic and needy, you'll get him how you want. You don't even have to pretend.

Later that night you leave your door ajar and fuck yourself with your dildo on your bed. Hoping maybe he'd see you through the door, hear you, something! Maybe he'd come in and take care of you himself. You even moan his name, thinking that'd get his attention. It doesn't and you don't even finish. Just left frustrated.

It's impossible. He's impossible.

You start to cut out on your friends early, come home to him on the couch, in the kitchen, you bemoan how boring the clubs have been.

"There's never any cute guys anymore!" It's stupid, Joost is the only guy on your mind lately. Sometimes you go back to some guy's place and kiss for an hour but it's just not what you want.

He coughs nervously. "Oh, ja?"

"But you're cute.." You murmur, eyeing him. You sit in the arm chair, leaning your elbows on your thighs, set your chin on your palms and heave a sigh.

Joost giggles, light and pretty. "I don't know about that… I haven't even showered today.."

"That's okay." You try to lay on all your charm. Try to play pathetic as endearing, like you're so pent up that you'd fuck him even though he hasn't showered.

Please, you try to convey, take pity on the poor whore, they go out all dolled up and cute and come back so disappointed.

"Are you drunk?"

"No."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

He curses under his breath, cheeks going pink.

"Look, Joost. I like you. I thought you'd get the hint by now." You pout at him.

"Seriously?" He says disbelieving. Like some sweet, dumb dog met with his favorite toy after being disciplined and he's not sure he's allowed to take it.

You kick your shoes off and come to sit next to him on the couch. "Yes, seriously. You wanna know how serious?" You ask, pulling your legs up, trying to get closer to Joost.

"Ja." He nods softly, brows turned up slightly.

You grin, swiftly crawling into his lap. You didn't think it would take this long to get him. You thought for sure he'd make the first move, but he never did.

That's okay, because you're here now.

You cup his cheek gently, tilting his face how you want him, then you lean in and kiss him. It's careful, neither of you wanting to push too much. His hands come to your waist when you pull away.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this, Joost." You sigh before going in for another kiss.

"You know I jerked off to the thought of you? I was saying your name and everything, hoping you'd come and fuck me yourself.."

All he can do is listen to you speak in between kisses.

"You will, right?"

"Yes, of course. Fuck, I want you bad too, you're so pretty I've wanted you for ages.." His hands squeeze at you.

"C'mon.." You peel his hands off you, holding onto him as you stand and pull him up, leading him to your room.

"You're sure you're not drunk?" He asks hesitant.

"Yeesss," You whine with a pout. "I'm just tired of waiting on you silly boy and I want you to fuck me." You say simply, digging through your drawers to find your lube and holding it out to him.

Joost genuinely never thought this would happen, you think, watching his face. He groans softly, giving a low 'fuck' under his breath as you start stripping. Pulling your shirt off, revealing your chest but not giving him a moment to think about that as you're shoving your shorts off, kicking them off along with your underwear.

"Fuck," He repeats, approaching you on the bed, legs shut coyly. "You promise you want me? I won't be able to keep my hands off you after this." He murmurs, stroking your knee.

"I want that more than anything." You let him spread your legs, watching him take you in.

He swallows hard, fingers gentle on your skin as he pushes your legs apart, hand trailing up. "Just wanna make you mine." Joost opens the lube, coating his fingers as he finds your center, teasing gently before pressing a finger in you. He squeezes your leg with his other hand. After a moment he adds a second finger, sighing as he works you open.

"So easy for me.. Always thought you'd be good to fuck.. I know you'll take my cock so good, won't you?" He mumbles, fucking his fingers in and out of you.

"Gonna get you nice and ready for my big cock…You want that? You want my big cock in you?" You moan and nod at his question as he curls his fingers right into that perfect spot inside you.

"Uh-huh, please, Joost? I need your cock.." You feel dirty saying it, none of your other flings ever really wanted dirty talk.

He adds a third finger and keeps pumping them in and out, watching your face twist with pleasure before he's withdrawing and you whine at the loss. "Not fair… I was gonna cum.."

"I want you to cum on my cock, baby," Joost fumbles with his button and zip, getting his pants and boxers down and open just enough to get his hard cock out. He strokes himself once, twice, before grabbing the lube again and coating his length with a generous amount. "You ready?"

"Yes, please. Need you in me now.." You whine, watching him ease himself in before tossing your head back.

He sinks in slow and easy, making sure you feel every inch as he settles in you. "God you feel good, I knew you would.. So soft and warm." He slides a hand up your body, teasing your chest, palming you before pinching a nipple between his fingers just to feel you clench around him.

He keeps toying with your body as he pulls out, starting slow, just gazing at you like you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, like he's so lucky to have this chance to fuck you. Something about him being fully clothed while you're completely naked makes this so much hotter.

Joost bottoms out with a sigh, hands stroking your thighs. "Can I- fuck - try something?" He asks, cock twitching inside you. You give a stifled 'mhm!' in response.

His hands squeeze your thighs and he wastes no time doing what he wants with you. Easily and swiftly manhandling you, practically bending you in half so he can fuck you hard and fast. It's dizzying, his pace, his thick cock pounding deep inside you. Even the way he looks at you, hungry, makes you feel funny in the best way possible. It's like he wants to do everything while he can, can't decide on what.

You're sure your nipples are gonna be sore later with how much he keeps playing with them, groping your chest and tugging your nipples, relishing in the noises you make when he does so.

"You think you can cum like this? Just from my cock in you and your nipples being played with?" Joost sounds genuinely curious, wants to know just how easy you are.

"Yes! Ah- so sensitive, fuck.." You gasp, legs going limp when he lets you go.

"Ja, I bet. That's so cute." Joost says with a grin, angling his hips trying to find that spot in you that makes you mewl.

Your eyes roll back when the tip of his dick hits it and he twists a nipple. He murmurs something in Dutch over you and you can't pay any attention when he focuses on stimulating you with every thrust.

It's dizzying the attention he gives you, hands all over you, cock hitting your g-spot over and over. "Fuck! Joost!" You whine, pushing his hands from your chest then covering your face, embarrassed by the sounds coming out of you due to the overstimulation.

"You're so close aren't you? Gonna cum for me baby?" Joost practically purrs, pulling you closer by your thighs, encouraging your legs to wrap around him.

You do so whimpering out his name as he keeps fucking you so perfectly, you pull him down to you muffling your pathetic noises by kissing him as you cum, hole clenching around his cock.

Joost pulls away after a few moments, eyes wide, pupils dilated. "That was incredible.." He groans.

"So pretty, and all mine huh?" He slips his cock out and starts stroking himself, eyes heavy on your body, your heaving chest, sensitive puffy nipples. Practically eating you up, the way he looks at you, like he's just looking at you to get off.

Like you're his personal porn.

And it's so erotic.

It doesn't take long before he's cumming all over your tummy, mixing your sweat and his that dripped off his body while fucking you.

"Fuck, I'll get you cleaned up, okay? Don't worry." His big hand squeezes yours as he's getting up to fetch something to clean you up with.

You squeak out a thank you as he goes, head falling back in exhaustion. You never expected this to happen and especially not like this.

Joost returns with a cigarette hanging between his lips, a glass of water in one hand, and a wet wash cloth in the other. "Hey," he says gently, eyes soft as he looks at you. "How're you feeling?" He asks, handing you the water.

You sit up to drink the water, nodding at his question. "I'm great." You sigh, letting him wipe gently at your belly and then between your legs.

"Mh, good. Can we cuddle?" He asks like there would be another answer besides yes.

"Yes. Of course," You sit up further, up against the headboard. "If you bring me a pair of sweats first?"

Joost smiles and nods, stepping to your dresser, hands moving to open a drawer. "Oh, should be the fourth drawer." He opens it, digs around and tosses a pair to you.

"I'm gonna get an ashtray real quick, pardon." He slinks away and you shimmy into your sweats while he's gone, getting comfy in bed.

You feel all soft and lovedrunk, just wanting to see him again, already aching for his presence. Joost comes back soon enough, shirt gone, in a pair of loose shorts and joins you in bed, setting his ashtray on your nightstand before pulling you in close with an arm around your shoulders.

"Is this okay?"

"Fuck yes, of course it is."

You're glad you made the first move. You never would've gotten anywhere with him in charge.

[kleinism]

Hiii can i request overstimulation with Joost and a Fem!Reader? Headcannons or a blurb is fine… I just really want him to overstim me…

⸝⸝ overstimulation — joost klein

content warning | nsfw !! mdni !! RPF , fem!reader , joost giving faux sympathy , sub!reader , softdom!joost

your body feels heavy and shaky beneath joost, the sheets sticking to your back as he keeps you under him. he moves slow and steady, hips rolling forward in a rhythm that never seems to end. even though your thighs keep twitching from how many times you have already cum tonight, he stays buried inside you. his cock drags thick through your swollen walls, pressing deep with every thrust, the head rubbing against that spot that makes your breath catch every single time. sweat clings to both of you, and his body brushes yours with each movement, warm and solid.

“you’re shaking again,” he says quietly, voice low and close to your ear. his hand stays gentle on your hip, thumb rubbing small circles into your skin while the other rests near your face. “but you still feel so good around me.”

you try to answer but the words come out broken when he pushes in again, deeper this time, grinding slow at the end of the thrust. “joost, it’s too much already,” you manage, voice hoarse. “..too much.”

he kisses your cheek, soft and careful, then presses his forehead to yours. “i know, baby. i can feel it.” his voice stays calm even as his cock twitches inside you, still hard. “just let me stay like this a little longer. you feel too good to stop, schat.”

your walls clench around him without meaning to, and he groans quietly, the sound low in his throat. his hips keep that same steady pace, each thrust deliberate, dragging through your slick cunt with wet sounds that fill the room. your breath catches again when he grinds against your clit on the next push, and your hand grips his shoulder tighter.

“joost, please,” you whimper, legs trembling hard around his hips. “’m still so sensitive.”

“i know,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “but please, i need to feel you cum again. just one more.” his tone is gentle, almost apologetic, but his hips never slow. he keeps fucking you in that same careful rhythm, deep and unhurried, making sure you feel every inch of him.

your orgasm builds slower this time, creeping up through your overstimulated body until it crashes over you, hard. your back arches off the bed as your cunt pulses around him, slick gushing out around his cock with every spasm. “ah– ahh, fuck, i’m cumming again!” you sob, voice cracking, thighs shaking violently around his hips.

joost groans low, hips stuttering for just a second before he forces himself back into that same steady pace, fucking you through it. “that’s it,” he whispers against your lips. “you’re so good for me. so fucking perfect.”

he doesn’t pull out when your body finally starts to relax. instead he stays inside you, rocking forward slow and careful, and you can feel him getting even harder. your walls flutter around him again despite how wrecked you feel, and another broken sound slips from your throat when he grinds deep.

“joost, joost please- i can’t,” you breathe, pushing weakly at his chest. “it’s too much.”

he catches your hand gently, pressing it back into the pillow beside your head. “i know it is,” he says, voice soft. “but you still feel so good… c-can’t stop yet.” his hips keep moving, each thrust measured and deep, dragging over that same sensitive spot inside you until your breath starts coming in short gasps again.

tears well in your eyes as your fourth orgasm hits harder than the last, your whole body locking up as your poor overstimulated cunt spasms around him, slick dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets. this time you couldn't even give him a warning, crying out little ah-ah!’s as you cry out, voice raw, legs kicking weakly against him.

he groans again, low and rough, but his pace stays gentle, fucking you through every pulse. “good, so so good f’me,” he whispers, kissing your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your eye where tears slip down. “you’re doing so good. just let it happen.”

your body keeps twitching under him even after the orgasm fades, overstimulated and sensitive, but he doesn’t stop. his cock stays buried deep, moving in that same steady rhythm, and you can feel him getting closer to the edge even though he’s trying to hold back. your walls clench around him again, and he makes a broken sound against your neck.

“just one more, schatje. just one more. i promise.” the words are soft on his lips, sweet and gentle, because you both know he won’t stop. he can’t. he needs to keep fucking you, needs to keep making you cum, until you’re nothing but a wrecked, sobbing mess beneath him.

a/n: i hope you enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love love love this so much,,, oh joost please!!! if you can hear me overstimulate me. answering my asks,, theyre so good u guys !! btw my taglist us open so if you would liek to be tagged for joost klein written content let me know!!!! :)))

[lesone-shots]

​Hi! Hope you're doing amazing! Honestly, I’ve been living on your blog lately, your writing is so good.

​I’m just want to ask some major domestic fluff with Ariana and a reader who is basically her #1 fan in the most supportive way. They live together and have that peak 'established relationship' energy.

The reader actually studied singing for years when she was a kid, so she has a great ear for vocals and melodies, but she’s no clue when it comes to the technical side of music.​ So, even though she understands the 'art' of it, watching Ari in her home studio makes her feel like a kid in a candy store. She’s just mesmerized by the technicality of what Ari does, the arrangements, the percussion, the mixing, it’s all pure magic to her. ​

I'm picturing is Ari working late in the studio, totally in the zone, and she catches the reader just staring at her with total heart eyes. Ari finds it so precious that she pulls the reader onto her lap to show her exactly what she's mixing. The reader just starts gushing about how proud she is and how Ari is the most talented person alive and saying all the soft things about her and her career and Ari gets all shy and soft because of the praise. It's just a cute moment. Thank you so much! <3

"Held In Harmony"

ariana grande x female reader

A quiet, loving moment shared between the two of you, where music and affection blend into a tender embrace.w

masterlist

You’re curled up on the couch in your shared apartment, the soft hum of Ariana’s home studio filling the space. She’s been working late again, completely immersed in the sea of buttons, knobs, and screens that make up her creative sanctuary. You’ve always admired her passion, but tonight, watching her navigate the technical side of music with such ease feels like witnessing pure magic.

You lean forward, eyes wide and sparkling, completely captivated. The way she tweaks the percussion, layers the harmonies, and adjusts the mixing, it’s like she’s painting a masterpiece with sound. You don’t fully understand the technical jargon, but you feel every beat in your heart.

Ariana glances up and catches your gaze. A slow smile spreads across her face, and without missing a beat, she pats her lap invitingly. “Come here,” she says softly.

You don’t hesitate. Sliding off the couch, you settle into her lap, arms wrapping around her waist as she pulls up the mixing board on the screen. She points out the layers she’s working on, explaining little details in her usual humble way.

You can’t help but gush, your voice thick with pride. “Babe, you’re honestly the most talented person I’ve ever known. Watching you do this… It’s like you’re bending sound to your will. I’m so proud of you. Every note, every beat, it’s perfect, just like you.”

Ariana’s cheeks flush a soft pink, and she nuzzles her head against your temple. “You always know how to make me feel like a million bucks,” she murmurs, voice low and warm.

You smile into her hair, heart full. “That’s because you are. And I’m just lucky enough to get to watch you shine.”

The night stretches on, but in that little bubble of shared warmth and admiration, time feels like a gentle melody, steady, sweet, and endlessly comforting.

[xoluvx]

please something for ariana?

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾. 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿-𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌.

... "𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩?" 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥.

"𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘺. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴.

𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍. 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗒 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾. 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅.

"𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿. "𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌. 𝗆𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍.

"𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍..𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁?" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒.

"𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒. 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍.

"𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾," 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍.

[kleinism]

Hiii can i request overstimulation with Joost and a Fem!Reader? Headcannons or a blurb is fine… I just really want him to overstim me…

⸝⸝ overstimulation — joost klein

content warning | nsfw !! mdni !! RPF , fem!reader , joost giving faux sympathy , sub!reader , softdom!joost

your body feels heavy and shaky beneath joost, the sheets sticking to your back as he keeps you under him. he moves slow and steady, hips rolling forward in a rhythm that never seems to end. even though your thighs keep twitching from how many times you have already cum tonight, he stays buried inside you. his cock drags thick through your swollen walls, pressing deep with every thrust, the head rubbing against that spot that makes your breath catch every single time. sweat clings to both of you, and his body brushes yours with each movement, warm and solid.

“you’re shaking again,” he says quietly, voice low and close to your ear. his hand stays gentle on your hip, thumb rubbing small circles into your skin while the other rests near your face. “but you still feel so good around me.”

you try to answer but the words come out broken when he pushes in again, deeper this time, grinding slow at the end of the thrust. “joost, it’s too much already,” you manage, voice hoarse. “..too much.”

he kisses your cheek, soft and careful, then presses his forehead to yours. “i know, baby. i can feel it.” his voice stays calm even as his cock twitches inside you, still hard. “just let me stay like this a little longer. you feel too good to stop, schat.”

your walls clench around him without meaning to, and he groans quietly, the sound low in his throat. his hips keep that same steady pace, each thrust deliberate, dragging through your slick cunt with wet sounds that fill the room. your breath catches again when he grinds against your clit on the next push, and your hand grips his shoulder tighter.

“joost, please,” you whimper, legs trembling hard around his hips. “’m still so sensitive.”

“i know,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “but please, i need to feel you cum again. just one more.” his tone is gentle, almost apologetic, but his hips never slow. he keeps fucking you in that same careful rhythm, deep and unhurried, making sure you feel every inch of him.

your orgasm builds slower this time, creeping up through your overstimulated body until it crashes over you, hard. your back arches off the bed as your cunt pulses around him, slick gushing out around his cock with every spasm. “ah– ahh, fuck, i’m cumming again!” you sob, voice cracking, thighs shaking violently around his hips.

joost groans low, hips stuttering for just a second before he forces himself back into that same steady pace, fucking you through it. “that’s it,” he whispers against your lips. “you’re so good for me. so fucking perfect.”

he doesn’t pull out when your body finally starts to relax. instead he stays inside you, rocking forward slow and careful, and you can feel him getting even harder. your walls flutter around him again despite how wrecked you feel, and another broken sound slips from your throat when he grinds deep.

“joost, joost please- i can’t,” you breathe, pushing weakly at his chest. “it’s too much.”

he catches your hand gently, pressing it back into the pillow beside your head. “i know it is,” he says, voice soft. “but you still feel so good… c-can’t stop yet.” his hips keep moving, each thrust measured and deep, dragging over that same sensitive spot inside you until your breath starts coming in short gasps again.

tears well in your eyes as your fourth orgasm hits harder than the last, your whole body locking up as your poor overstimulated cunt spasms around him, slick dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets. this time you couldn't even give him a warning, crying out little ah-ah!’s as you cry out, voice raw, legs kicking weakly against him.

he groans again, low and rough, but his pace stays gentle, fucking you through every pulse. “good, so so good f’me,” he whispers, kissing your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your eye where tears slip down. “you’re doing so good. just let it happen.”

your body keeps twitching under him even after the orgasm fades, overstimulated and sensitive, but he doesn’t stop. his cock stays buried deep, moving in that same steady rhythm, and you can feel him getting closer to the edge even though he’s trying to hold back. your walls clench around him again, and he makes a broken sound against your neck.

“just one more, schatje. just one more. i promise.” the words are soft on his lips, sweet and gentle, because you both know he won’t stop. he can’t. he needs to keep fucking you, needs to keep making you cum, until you’re nothing but a wrecked, sobbing mess beneath him.

a/n: i hope you enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love love love this so much,,, oh joost please!!! if you can hear me overstimulate me. answering my asks,, theyre so good u guys !! btw my taglist us open so if you would liek to be tagged for joost klein written content let me know!!!! :)))

[8287787874773873829928-deactiva]

writing fanfic isn't enough... i need to sit in his lap

[h0tdog-water]

i don’t give a shit that he’s 6’2 i want him MOANING and WHIMPERING

[kleinism]

joost tiktok is actually really enjoyable when you don’t translate the russian comments and actually don’t even look at the comments at all !

[joost-etc]

Another story from Joost!

[kleinism]

im getting sooooooo much gender envy from this photo he’s just so effortlessly cool in himself

[thejoostklein]

his swag is out of this world

[kleinism]

thinking boyfriend!joost planing matching outfits with the reader…. not so obviously matching bug you get the vibe where it’s complementary to another… maybe he sometimes even steals the readers accessories and he does the same..

[joost-etc]

Joost n Bram staying in shape!

[dat-zijn-pannenkoeken]

Wow, guys, that sand looks so interesting

Definitely observing the sand very attentively