desc: After officialy wrapping up both his Coachella performances, Joost finds you waiting for him, excited to congratulate him (maybe too much ...)
warnings: RPF, cursing, mainly fluff but a bit of angst if you really squint, slight mentions of drinking at the start, probably grammatical errors since i wrote this in intervals over 5 hours, also lightly proofread oops
word count: about 1.8k
a/n: honestly been tryna lock in on just one fic but then came across this cute ass post and couldn't help myself ,,, was supposed to be a little blurb but ended up writing nealry 2k words in a dayjust in love w how we're all on the same page bc i was thinking the same thing after his coachella show🥹(title inspired off the song 'i like the way you kiss me' by artemas - been one of my favs as of lately :P)
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The walls shook slightly from the several speakers in the vicinity; Coachella was never known to be subtle. You sat on the small couch of your boyfriends trailer, watching his performance on his iPad via the festivals livestream. As much as you'd love to be there in person, the constant flashing lights would strain your eyes, and the headache from both the heat and drinks you've had throughout the day would only worsen tenfold. Joost was understanding, asking that you stay to rest so you two could celebrate when you were feeling better. You were reluctant, but agreed after much persuasion. Besides, the couch was quite comfortable after walking in the rough terrain of the festival.
He pranced around on screen, jumping and dancing his heart out. His stage presence was impeccable; even in your drowsy state and through the screen you felt hyped. You hummed along with the lyrics, laughing at his talks in between songs, and bopped along to the music. His performance was concluded with him turning around to face the camera, placing a kiss on the lens with the biggest, most happy smile in the world. A smile so bright, it almost seemed to dim the lights surrounding him.
You grinned down at the device, at your ecstatic boyfriend looking prouder than ever. He walked off stage, the stream goes black and cuts to the intermission screen. Reaching for the charger, you turn off his iPad, now giddy awaiting his return. You were thankful of Joost conveniently getting a trailer close to his stage, so you knew he would be back soon.
Your mind was running a mile a minute, heart racing as you sat in anticipation, staring at the door. Then realizing he just spent the last 45 minutes jumping, you made a quick turn to the mini fridge next to the couch, grabbing the hand towel next to it and a water bottle. You poured some on the towel, the cold water absorbed in the cloth. Before you could think of another preparation for him, a knock sounded throughout the room. You quipped your head at the sound, watching the door open and noticing the inked numbers on the fingers around the doorknob. Joost stepped in, leather jacket thrown over his shoulder as he ran his other hand through his hair.
"Schat! You're here!"
He beamed at you before jogging the three steps to where you stood in the small trailer, tossing the jacket on the couch armrest. You opened your arms, ready to embrace him. He welcomed your hug, nuzzling his nose in your hair as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Since you didn't put down the bottle and towel, you draped it behind his neck, allowing the cold liquid to bring his sweating form some cool comfort. Joost sighed at the feeling, melting into both the temperature and your touch. You inhaled him slightly, placing a peck to his neck before smiling up at him. "I watched the stream. Baby, you did so good!"
He looked down at you, face scrunched in fake annoyance. "I thought I told you to rest, what were you doing up on YouTube?" You hummed, sticking out your tongue quickly before responding, "I wouldn't miss my awesome boyfriend making history for the world. Mr. Dutch Hardcore Coachella Artist." You dragged the water bottle on his torso as you spoke, underlining the words on his shirt as you read them.
"Also, I missed you." You finished by taping the tip of the bottle to his nose before offering it to him. Joost exaggeratingly rolled his eyes before thanking you, accepting the bottle and taking a generous sip. "You're lucky you're cute." Giggling, you gave him time to put down the drink before speaking. "I'm so proud, handsome. You have no idea how happy I am for you." His head shot up at that, radiant smile at the reminder of what he just accomplished. "Oh, baby, you have no idea what's going on in my head right now. I still kind of don't believe it." Your expression softened, sitting back down on the couch before patting the space next to you. His eyes crinkled as he plopped next to you, legs extended out and feet swinging back and forth. He leaned back, head resting on the cushion with a wide grin and closed eyes.
"No seriously, liefje, I'm in denial. I made history. I really made Dutch history just now. What the fuck." His hand dragged down his face, almost as if he was trying to wipe the disbelief off. You grabbed his other, squeezing, encouraging him to continue. He grabbed the towel from his neck, dabbing it along his face before proceeding. "I played Dutch music at Coachella. I played my Dutch music at fucking Coachella. If you told me I would be here five years ago, I would laugh in your face. I mean, can you even believe it?" He glanced at you, looking as if he was expecting you to agree with him. Instead you cocked your eyebrow, and took his other hand into your clutch.
"What are you talking about, you silly goose? Do you not know how hard you've worked to get here?"
At that, his eyes widened, mouth agape; he really did think you'd agree.
"Never have I met someone nearly as dedicated to their craft than you, Joosie. You're so, so very talented. I've been with you throughout so many ups and downs, seen all the processes and steps you take when making your songs, the passion that you put in them, how excited you get showing me what you and Teun worked on in the studio. I mean, you saw how many more people showed up this weekend. They heard people talking about you, people who didn't know you existed a few days ago went to see you perform. Darling, you're a star. You made it. Everyone loves you; I love you. And I'm so fucking proud of you. Matter of fact, I'm surprised it took this long."
By the time you finished, Joosts eyes were glossy. He was looking at you as if nothing else mattered, as if time stopped and it was just the two of you in that confined trailer. You notice his lip quivering, and opened your arms to him again. He promptly accepted the invitation, burying his face in your neck as he quietly sobbed. You pet his hair, scratching his scalp gently as your other hand rubbed soothing circles along his back. You let him cry; you knew they were happy tears - maybe slightly from being overwhelmed, but mostly good.
You places several deliberate kisses along the crown of his head while his sobs subsided, sniffling before slowly turning to look up at you, eyes a bit puffy. Your sweet, precious, huge boyfriend looked so small, so little even though he just performed on his biggest stage yet. "So many more people came this time." He choked out, shyly smiling as your thumbs met his cheeks to wipe the tears from his pretty face. "So many, my love, not even the livestream could capture the whole crowd."
Joost looked like he wanted to say something, tapping his feet together while searching your eyes. You hummed at him, encouraging him to speak as you fully held his face in your hands. He slightly stuttered, still unsure how he wanted to put his thoughts into words. "I just - I don't know. I guess I shouldn't have been as surprised about playing Coachella when I've got the news about it ages ago. I mean, I even wrote two songs about it and-" You cut him off with a quick kiss to his lips, looking at him sternly - or as stern as you could muster after seeing the pink on his cheeks - and squishing his face in your palms. "Nope. Nuh-uh. None of that. It's ok to be shocked. For crying out loud, no one expects you to be all nonchalant after playing at freaking Coachella!"
As both of you giggled, you stop squeezing, lifting his face to ensure eye contact. "But seriously, let yourself feel what you need to feel, just know you deserve this; the attention, fame, love, support, all of it. And I couldn't be prouder of my baby." His eyes softened at your sincerity, "Thank you, mijn liefje." Smiling so softly you nearly cooed. The two of you sat there, in each others arms, longingly looking in the others eyes before you noticed Joosts grin playfully shift.
"Wow, those punks really missed Sabrina for me, huh?"
"Pfft - oh that's it, c'mere you!"
He laughed out loud at you pounced on him, wrestling on the small couch. As you tried to pin him down, he began singing the chorus to 'Manchild' by her, poorly. So poorly, that you nearly let your guard down in your scuffle, laughing at him so hard. You eventually muster all of your strength into getting his arms down, his head plopping softly on the throw pillow. "Taking all my loving fro-schatje! Hey-no fair!"
Before he could react you grab the sides of his head, placing kisses along his cheek as fast as your lips let you. He giggled in your hands, giving you the opportunity to kiss his dimples and smile lines. As you switch to his other cheek, you notice the heat beginning to build under your lips, bringing out a giggle of your own.
Your kissing traveled all across his face; his forehead, eyebrows, along his nose, jaw, pausing your loving assault when your lips brushed far too lightly on his neck, cackling at the squeal he let out from the tickles.
After revisiting his now rosy cheeks with pecks once more, you concluded with several, rapid-fire kisses to his own lips, too fast for his poor mushy, lovesick brain to return. You pulled away, admiring the state of your boyfriend. Joost, still giggling, was red in the face, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown out, smiling so hard you're certain it hurts. Not like you were any different; you could feel the muscles along your mouth and cheeks becoming sore.
He didn't move, didn't talk as you took the sight of him in. You were about to tease him, but were caught off guard by his silence. Unfortunately, you didn't hide your subtle confusion, which Joost used to his advantage. Without time to register what was going on, he grabbed your waist, picking you up and flipping you under him. You yelped at the sudden movement, almost dizzy from how fast it happened. You had no time before he was above you, his hands now holding your head.
"Payback. And thanks for comforting me. But mostly payback."
The trailer was again filled with laughter and the sound of kisses; and you had a feeling it would remain as such for a long time.
desc: Joost has many tattoos but they're all only lineart. You decide to change that!
warnings: RPF, pure fluff like tooth rotting but suggestive near the end, sfw overall, use of y/n if that bothers some, probably grammatical errors but i tried
word count: just over 4k
a/n: i really like his smile ,, and his laugh ,,,, and his tummy ,,,,,,, is it obvious ALSO ik this took a hot minute but IT'S OUT NOW YAY :3
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The subtle hum of the heater surrounds you, serving as a reminder of the harsh cold beyond the walls of your home. You can faintly smell the bodywash your boyfriend uses as your head rests on his lap. He's looking straight ahead at the movie you both agreed on. You gave up on the film long ago, however, eyes fixated on the Lola Bunny tattoo on the left side of his neck, scanning the fine lines of ink. Your gaze continued trailing downwards, landing on the KP on his right shoulder, as well as the thick 1983 under it, red complimenting the slight flush of his skin. Your hand reaches out absentmindedly, fingers fluttering as you trace the design. Joost flinches slightly at the unexpected touch, glancing down at your comfortable form on his thighs.
"Is there something on me?" His eyes peer over to where you still trace on his shoulder, searching for something you may be trying to remove. "Yes, actually," you reply through a sheepish smile at being caught, "seems to be ink on you wherever I look." To that he raised an eyebrow, looking equal parts confused and amused. Joost looked at his arm again, almost to confirm you weren't withholding the fact that there was a bug on him. When met with only his familiar tattoos, Joost looked back at you, no longer confused but humored by your response. "What are you talking about?" He giggled, reaching out a hand to brush stray hair from your eyes. You smiled in return, now dragging your fingertips to the robot on his upper arm; Clank, you later found his name to be. Joost shuddered slightly at the featherlight touches, goosebumps sprung at your fingertips. He bites the inside of his cheek slightly, trying to suppress more giggles at the ticklish feeling.
Your fingers continue their journey, Joost releasing a breathy laugh when you cross his inner elbow as you reach the stars surrounding "Albino Sports." Following the circles they lay in, you reach the text, gliding your nail back and forth and only removing your hand after poking the trademark R near the bottom of the tattoo. Meeting his gaze once more, you're met with Joost looking at you fondly, adorning a dopey grin as his thumb brushes under your eye.
"You having fun down there, pretty boy?"
You stammer at his words, never quite getting used to the way he so sincerely compliments you, especially with pet names. You break eye contact and bring a hand - the one previously on his arm - to cover your face, shying away. Joost chuckles at your sudden timid state, feeling your cheek warm under his hand holding your face, he goes to rub your arm with his unoccupied one. "Do you wanna look at my tattoos, schatje?" You peak at him from between your fingers at that, almost unsure if you heard him right.
"I can get into a different position if it helps you, I don't mind. I also don't mind your attention." He ended his sentence with a sheepish grin of his own, glancing away briefly before meeting your eyes again. Removing your hand from your face, you reveal to Joost your giddy smile. "Is that really ok with you, Joosie?"He picks up your hand in response, placing his lips just below your knuckles before he spoke, "Get up for a second, liefje, I'll lay down."
You arose to your feet without hesitation, watching as he shifts to where his back is facing the armrest of the couch. He's about to lie down before he turns to you, "Should I take off my shirt?" Your eyes widen slightly before realizing his intentions; you forgot about the tattoos on his torso. "I'm ok with it if you don't mind." You replied, shifting on your weight. Joost smiling in acknowledgment complies, sliding off his tank top and disregarding it on the opposite side of the couch. He then shuffles downward to rest his head on a throw pillow, hands reaching for the hem of his loose basketball shorts, rolling them up to give you further access to his thigh tattoos. You stare down at where he lay, taking in the sight of his inked form, open and accessible to you. Before he could tease you for staring, you jumped up with an idea.
"Can I color them in?"
Now it was Joosts turn for his eyes to go wide, only with him it was matched with an equally wide grin. His quick and enthusiastic nods lead you to pump your fists up, gesturing for him to stay put while you made a dash to your shared bedroom. You quickly reached the artsy drawer, locating the washable, skin-safe markers.
As you made your way back around the couch, you brought the vibrant box to Joost, showing off the variety of colors about to be on him. He laughed before saying,
"Go crazy, y/n."
You quickly got to work, opening the package and taking out red, yellow, and black. With the absolute genius idea of coloring in the flag of the country, you zero in on the Belgium on his thighs, placing the rest of the markers aside. Joost flinches slightly when you initially start, the tip of the wet marker a cold contrast to his warm skin. He relaxes into it as you continue, the soft strokes of the damp tip now soothing as you color in each of the three color sections you assigned inside the country.
You finish Belgium with a proud huff, putting the markers back and looking up at your boyfriend who looks back through droopy eyes. "Tada! What do you think? Which should I do next? How did it feel? Is it ok if I continue? Are you okay with that?"
Joost laughs at your rapidly fired questions, nearly bouncing waiting for his response. "You stayed in the lines, very good! You're ok to continue, silly. I'm fine with anywhere on me." Laying back down, he moved his hand to briefly ruffle your hair. As he does so, you glance at his other hand. 1982, uncolored, practically asking you to change the fact.
So you do, reaching for it and the markers, fishing for purple and orange. Holding onto his fingers after locating your desired colors, you notice Joosts other hand not leaving your head. Rather it begins playing with your hair, combing through the strands as you pop open the markers. You decide to alternate the two colors on each number. His fingers alternate between twirling the strands of your hair and scratching your scalp while you focus on keeping the temporary ink within the fine lines of the numbers. The end results come to be pleasing visually on his knuckles. You hold his hand on display to his face, anticipating his approval. As such, Joost smiles softly while reaching his hand down from in your hair to boop your nose, making you scrunch and both of you snicker.
This process repeats for some time; you color in his minion maid, Tasmanian devil, hedgehogs, CD, crazy frog, even revisited Clank with a splash of pigment. Just as you finish the spiral patterns in the multi-pointed star on his shoulder, you stand to stretch, relieving the ache in your limbs, your wrist in particular. Joost notices and joins you, his arms raising above his head as various loud pops come from his back, followed by an exasperated sigh-groan from your boyfriend. The two of you laugh out loud, his head craned as he continues to stretch. You take this opportunity to really look at him, admiring both his body and artistic modifications, your temporary ones included. He looks like a true piece of art, bringing you back to your notebooks in school for classes you never paid mind to; full of doodles and drawings.
Your gaze lands on his torso, rayquaza on his ribs highlighting the curve of his waist. His tummy as well, the plush spilling slightly over the band of his boxers, flesh soft and fuzzy and warm and - in your humble and slightly feral opinion - his best part. You mentally curse over Joosts lack of tattoos there, rendering you with no excuse to feel him there, to caress his pudge, stimulate the nerves with markers and your touch. You think of the noises he'd make as your fingertips trace down from his sternum, tummy, happy trail, down his happy trail; feeling each hair stand from the sensitive skin they grow.
"Like what you see, lieverd? Or are you planning your next artwork?"
Heat rises to your cheeks at you glace up, Joost grinning knowingly as he rests his forearms on the top of his head, no longer stretching rather showing himself off. He knows how to play with your head, putting his weight on one leg to further accentuate his curves. Finding yourself unable to articulate, you turn away, facing your back to him as you cover your face in your hands. Joost chuckles at your reaction, stepping to your curled-in form to snake his arms around your waist. "There's no need to be shy baby, you know you can look at me all you want." He says half-teasingly half-endearingly, placing his lips on the back of your head, breath lingering just above your neck.
You do the exact opposite, however, further shying away with a small giggle. Joost continues to kiss your hair, squeezing your torso in the process. Slowly, he turns you around, never stopping his affection, before relocating it to your lips, connecting the two of you. Returning with a smile, you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Joost also grins, so wide that you place a peck to his teeth.
Reluctantly pulling away to touch your foreheads together, you both take a moment to catch your breath. Once you open your eyes, you're met with a smile you've come to love, dimples showing more than ever. His lips are slightly swollen, prominent with a smile so big and sincere that his eyes squint; nearly closed, nearly masking their breath-taking blue but unable to hide his love and adoration for you. His cheeks are dusted in pink, and you can feel the warmth of his neck from where your arms rest around it.
Joost holds and looks at you like you are his entire world, and he finds you to be no less. He would trade you for nothing but would trade everything for you, and his eyes say as such. His thumb finds your hip, rubbing tender circles on the bone, palm cupping the curve between your rear and thigh. His other hand holds the small of your back, puling you impossibly closer to him. Placing your head above his clavicle, you plant a kiss to his neck before fully embracing him in a loving hug.
He returns it with zero hesitation, his head back atop your head as he breathes in your shampoo. If time froze where you are now, you would have no reason to reset the clock; staying in Joosts arms is a fate you'd avail yourself to.
Time seems to actually have stopped before you two separate again, your hands rest just above his chest and his still on your hips. Before you have the chance to speak, Joost quietly gasps as his gaze lowers slightly, laughing softly while shaking his head. You raise an eyebrow at this, looking down at yourself before you notice what he found so funny; the marker on his arm had smeared on your shirt - well, it was his shirt but you were just wearing it for now, definitely had every intention of giving it back - the various colors prominent against the white fabric.
"Oh."
At your realization, Joost doubles over laughing, his head slumped and his shoulders shake. Boisterous and carefree laugher surrounds you, far too contagious before you join him. Soon, you both find yourself back on the couch, now giggling for no apparent reason other than glee. You slump on him, cheek pressed against his untattooed shoulder as you both lay recovering. While doing so, yet again you look down at his body, once more inspecting his colorless rayquaza above his delicious pudge.
Damn, back to square one.
Luckily, Joost still is catching his breath, too distracted to tease you. Before you let your rabid thoughts take over, you force yourself to glance up at his dopey grin, bringing a smile of your own to your face at the sight. He notices your attention shift, meeting your equally happy expression and sticking his tongue out. You scoff at his silly antics smile never leaving before speaking, "You're so weird. Why are you so weird? Weirdo."
He mocks offense, clutching his non-existent pearls - an even funnier sight given he was still shirtless - grasping at nothing. You snicker at his exaggeration rolling your eyes playfully. His eyes narrow at you, face now unreadable. His silence is not ignored, bringing your focus back to your boyfriend. Joost remains unmoving, unreactive to your growing nervousness.
"Erm…Joost? What are yo-"
Cut off by a noise only describable as a roar-cry. he lunges at you, arms wrapped around you fully as you shriek in surprise. He brings the both of you down, pillows flying askew as you land back on the couch cushions. He holds you in place, your entire person engulfed in his; four legs tangled together with your arms pinned between his and your chest. You're cut short of the opportunity to protest before Joost strikes; kissing every inch of your face he can reach.
Squealing, you're quick to dissolve into giggles. He smiles between the rapid-fire pecks, purposely featherlight and far too quick for you to get used to. The combination melts you, victim to an ambush equally giddy and ticklish as you further lose yourself in his grasp. He joins your laughter between kisses, blowing a quick gust of air to the shell of your ear to hear the increase in your pitch. This causes him to collapse onto you, now fully laughing as yours is slow to die down.
Joost is still snickering once you regain your composure. Deciding revenge is nothing but necessary, you wriggle your hands from under him, pinching his sides before he can register your movement. An unhuman yelp escapes him, jumping off you with his hands in a dramatic fighting stance. You snort at him, shifting to sit up fully. Again, he narrows his eyes. anticipating your next attack. Your hands go up to signal your surrender. Huffing out a breath, Joost lowers his own hands.
"I'm guessing you still wanna fill in raquaza, y/n?" Smiling, you shrug, feigning uncertainty even though both of you knew otherwise. "I mean, do you want me to? It's not like I care or anything. Like, at all."
With a knowing smirk, he sat back down next to you, resuming his previous position laying on the armrest. He leaned down to where the box of markers were and handed them to you. He didn't need a confirmation from you; with how you were practically eating him with your eyes earlier, he knew good and well you wanted to get your hands on him. You shot him a glare before surrendering and taking the markers from him. A self-aware Joost was dangerous, so you figured it be best to submit now rather than him tease you to oblivion where you're too flustered to give in.
Once you pressed the emerald marker to his skin, he flinched again. This flinch, however, wasn't like the one earlier from when you started; it was more intense, accompanied by a small gasp Joost failed to suppress. You briefly halted your art before deciding it wasn't something to pay any mind to. When you resumed, however, he flinched yet again, followed with a quiet giggle.
Oh, yes. Hell yes.
Now it was your turn to be Mr. know it all, only this time you refused to show it.
You continue coloring as if you hadn't just schemed the most mischievous plan, acting oblivious to his trembling frame and white-knuckle grip on the edge of the couch. Then you pick up the pale green marker, allowing him a short break before resuming without warning, forcing a strained whine from him. Nearly failing to suppress your smirk, you raise an eyebrow at him. You look up to Joost with his eyes squeezed shut, lips pressed together in a thin line - a rare sight for his plump lips - and an adorable shade of pink decorated his face. "Is there something wrong, Joosie?"
He forces an eye open to look at you, only to turn his head away the second he makes eye contact; you know what you're doing and he knows it. But he refuses to give in, refuses to lose this unspoken bet you've placed together.
"I-I'm just fine, don't worry about me. Dandy like cANDY AS-as they sahay!"
While his attention is elsewhere, you quickly get the pink and return to coloring, filling in the small detailing of the creature with quick and heavy strokes to ensure he feels every brush.
And feel he does; you look back up at Joost after you decide to recolor the pink sections of rayquaza, wanting to tease him more. His eyes remain closed, but his mouth is curved into a dorky grin, dimples more apparent than ever as he tries with all his might to suppress his building laughter. He's holding back much better than you anticipated, you thought by the time you were nearing your full second filling of rayquaza's final touches.
So, you decided to abandon the gimmick; time to play naughty.
You move your free hand to his waist, just above the hip where your favorite curves of his were. Here, you start to pinch wildly without stopping your drawing, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold back from both attacks.
And you were right; his reaction was immediate. Joost let out a squawk before bursting into giggles. He reaches for your wrist before he can think about it, entire body jolting. You tsk, shaking your head in disapproval before speaking, "Hold still, you goof, you're gonna mess me up!"
Reluctantly, he removed his grasp on your arm, settling to cover his eyes. This brought more focus to his smile; that beautiful, precious smile of his you can never seem to get enough of. The world seems to stop spinning whenever you see it, not even the sun could compare to how he beams at you.
Especially now, where he's laughing himself silly under your fingers.
After making your third round of pink, you decided to surrender the act, tossing the marker aside and latching both hands onto his sides, scratching at the soft skin. Joost shrieked, curling away from the new touch but leaning more into your other hand in the process. This brought a new wave of laughter. High pitched, breathy, lively; so genuine in a way that made your heart skip a beat. He was so beautiful. His laugh, smile, rosy cheeks, body;
and he was yours.
All yours, no one else.
Too busy admiring your boyfriend, your hands began to slow unbeknownst to you, gradually coming to a full halt. Though they stay on him, holding his sides while feeling the rise and fall of his stomach as he catches his breath. Airy giggles occasionally fall from his grinning face, smile so bright it could light a ballroom for years. Joost dragged his hands up to his hair, brushing through the platinum blonde before he caught you staring. Only this time, you didn't look away.
The two of you laid there for some time, smiling at each other like idiots. No words were spoken - not like they needed to be. Not when you could feel Joost fawning at you stretched over him, at your hair that falls so gently on the same face that he covers in kisses daily, at your eyes so hypnotizing which he's stares into more times that he can count; at your smile the same way you are to his.
Despite his infatuation, he can't help but tease, "You're evil, you know that?" Your smirk grows impossibly wider at that, reaching a hand to squish his cheeks together. "I know you love my evil."
Joost rolls his eyes at you, "It'sh shcary that you abushe your powerw." Chuckling at his impaired speech, you further press his face together, lips squishing as you sit up to kiss them. You release the pressure on his face, settling for just holding his jaw to allow him to return the affection. He places his palm on the back of your head, pushing you closer to him with his fingers intertwining in your locks. His other hand finds your waist, guiding you to shuffle onto his lap. You followed his lead and set yourself atop him, feeling a small noise escape his throat at the shift in weight. Your second hand trails up, leaving his waist and finding his chest, rubbing the coarse hair. You drink in the soft groan Joost lets out at your touch, melting at the way your warm hand caresses between his pecs.
Both of your breathing picks up speed; mouths open slightly between desperate pecks. The air gets hotter; you get hotter. Joosts hand slides down to your nape, squeezing not enough to choke but more to ground himself. You huff at the pressure, softly moaning into his mouth. You feel him smirk against yours, he alternates between scratching at the base of your hair to squeezing your nape. Slowly, you lose yourself in the kiss, mind blank save for the feeling of Joost under you. He can feel it too; you surrendering control to him with how you lean into his touch.
His grip on your hair tightens, gently pulling up at the strands to break the two of you apart. You look into his eyes - foggy with desire and want. He looks just about ready to devour you whole before he's interrupted.
A jolly tune plays, echoed slightly from your hallway to the living room where you both reside. You recognize it to be your washing machine; you had forgotten you put a load in earlier. Your eyes move between Joosts and the hallway, unsure if you should continue or risk your clothes growing mold. He deadpanned at you, trying to seem disappointed but clearly light-hearted; he was struggling to keep his smirk at bay. Eventually, you sighed before finally breaking the small silence, "Damn, I'm sorry Joojoo, I should probably get that."
He only giggled in return, waving a hand to dismiss your apology. "No worries, liefje, I don't mind. We can always resume later." His grin only widened, wriggling his eyebrows dramatically, pulling out a giggle of your own. "Sure, sure, you freak. Get up first, let me admire my work." You said before scooting off him to your feet.
Joost followed suit, standing in front of you as he struck various goofy poses, sticking his tongue out in the process. You snorted at him, puzzled yet amused by his odd behavior. While you take in his now colored tattoos, you see that - shockingly - rayquaza is near perfect, with only a few streaks of pink outside the lines. Despite the miracle, you decide to tease him for it. "You see? This is because you didn't sit still, dork." You critique with a poke to his tummy, forcing a strained screech, grabbing your wrist on instinct. "GAH! - Okay, you villain! Go get the clothes before they're covered in spores." You rolled your eyes with a smile, bringing up your hand held by him to place a quick peck to his knuckles before walking away. You made it halfway down the hallway before you heard Joosts voice again,
"You know, handsome, I have other tattoos that want to be colored in. I'm taking off my pants for when you come back, schatje!"
Suddenly, you couldn't wait to finish the laundry.
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lowkey my first fic in years (had an old acc a while back) so its a wee bit rusty at parts but im still proud of how it came out and hope yall enjoyed reading as much as i did writing :D🫶
desc: When Joost catches you looking at pictures of him while he was out, he decides to tease you for missing him so much. You, however, have other plans in mind...
warnings: RPF, smut: (MDNI), hand+blowjob, cum swallowing, cum in pants, nipple play, body worship, hand around throat but no choking, puppyboy!joost in spirit (used as a petname)
word count: about 5.4k
a/n: i wanna spoil him rotten so bad ugh that body ,,,, i had a bunch of fun writing this even tho it took FOREVER ohmygod but its out now so yayyy ^_^
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You could not be more comfortable; encased in the soft pillows of your bed, comforter sprawled out over your legs, warm lights dimmed to perfection, your boyfriends shirt enveloping you in his scent -
Actually, you could be more comfortable. Joost was out shopping, looking for outfits for his upcoming tour. You suggested he start preparing early, to not scramble last-minute for clothes and tear apart his closet. While you offered help, he insisted on picking everything out himself, wanting to surprise you with every unique look. You didn't mind all that much, especially when he looks so cute and accomplished whenever he puts on fashion shows for you after abroad trips and shopping sprees.
Sighing, you open your phone, scrolling through your socials. You like, repost, and share several videos, your algorithm constructed just to your liking. Amidst the memes and puppy videos, you see a familiar face, as well as a familiar figure; you see Joost, the pigtails an immediate sign of his Ziggo Dome performance. He picks up a water bottle from the edge of the stage, bending down and accentuating his tummy in the process, his chub pushed out.
Your eyes widen, now rewinding the video, hyper focused on pausing it where you wanted. Successfully, you do so, zooming in on his curves. You'd feel perverted if you weren't dating him, ogling at his body as if you don't have free access at your discretion. Regardless, you couldn't help the rush of heat to your face, or the quickening of your pulse. You're met with more pictures of Joost upon opening the comments, everyone seemingly having the same thoughts you are; possibly too much admiration for Joost.
You swipe endlessly, seeing pictures other people around the globe have of your boyfriend, all of which only makes you hotter. He looks ethereal in every shot, glowing angelically in either stage or sunlight. You're hyper focused on scrolling, on taking in every one of Joosts features on each and every image. Possibly too focused - at least too focused to hear the front door open, as well as the several charms on Joosts keyring being placed on the key rack; too focused to hear his heavy footsteps approach your bedroom until the door opened.
"Hallo, mijn liefje! The shops were soooo boring, nothing cool or hip at all-are you ok?"
He noticed your shocked expression and alarming speed at which you turned off your phone, tossing it aside while sitting upright, legs dangling off the side of the bed. He raised his eyebrows as he set his own phone down, much softer than you did before slowly walking towards where you're now sat. He grinned at your nervous smile; at your failed attempt to appear not as flustered as you actually were.
Now in front of you, Joost cups your face, confirming your embarrassment with its warmth. "You wanna tell me what you were doing before I got here that's got you so shy now, baby?" His thumb glides across your cheek as he spoke, breathing out a laugh at you nuzzling into his hand; almost hiding, seeing no point in trying to lie after being found out but too stubborn to admit you were thirsting over pictures of your boyfriend online.
He's having none of that, however; gently guiding your head back to face him, his eyes equal parts teasing and fawning at your bashful state. His thumb found your lips, smiling at the small gasp you let out when he parted them. Without breaking eye contact, Joost reached over to grab your phone, free hand typing to unlock it; it's in this moment you regret your trust in him that led you to give your password. The sound of it opening caused your breath to hitch and his evidently wide grin made your heart rate pick up speed. He scrolled through some posts; whether to confirm your activities or further tease you was unclear, but you were certain his ego was being stroked with every swipe of his thumb. Every passing second only further heightened your nerves, on edge anticipating his next move. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke:
"So, I take it you missed me, schatje?"
You shifted on the mattress, moving to cover your face with your hands as best as you could with Joost still feeling your bottom lip. Again, he doesn't let you hide; putting your phone down to gently swat your arms away. Letting go of your lips, he holds you jaw, tilting your head up so you can't look anywhere but at him. "Look at me when I talk to you, handsome." His eyes crinkled at the small whimper you let out before continuing: "I'll ask again, you really missed me while I was out, ja? You couldn't help yourself even for just a few hours?"
A whine caught in your throat, mouth dry as you struggled to respond. Not that you really wanted to anyways; him catching you is borderline humiliating, even though you know his teasing has no malice whatsoever. Joosts grin grew impossibly wider as you stuttered, hand moving to hold your throat but applying no pressure, fingertips still pressed to your jaw. His eyes find your lips - the same ones caressed by his thumb moments prior - and doesn't look away as he slowly leans in. You close your eyes, unable to endure his gaze on your lips, expecting to feel his on yours. As you feel his breath, however, you're met with nothing but his soft chuckle, breaking the silence before speaking, "You're not getting it that easily, baby. I wanna have more fun with you."
Joost muted the whimper you let out with a small kiss; a peck lasting only a fraction of a second, far too short for what you needed. "You know how much I love teasing you." Another peck. "You're too cute not too. " Another peck. "You think I don't know how much you enjoy this too?" Another peck. "We both know how this is gonna end." Another peck. "Why not take my time?" More pecks. "You can be patient for me." More pecks. "Can't you, pretty boy?" You felt his smirk between even more pecks at the mewl that escaped your throat, your hands reaching to clutch at the fabric of his shirt. They grabbed at his chest, desperate to feel him more by any means. Thankfully, he decided to be merciful, allowing you this contact while continuing his torturous smooches.
Your hands wandered all on his torso; traveling across his pecks, tummy, waist, hips, feeling up and down his body in hopes of encouraging him to deepen his kisses. Your fingers eventually find his nipple, lightly scratching the bud through the fabric of his thin tank top. Joost groaned slightly on your lips, pulling away as his hand found yours, halting your teasing touch. "And what do you think you're doing, schatje? Did I say you could do that?"
You pouted, both at his words and lack of touch. "But I really want youuu, please, Joosie." Hoping the nickname would win him over, you pleaded, voice slightly hoarse. You saw something shift in his eyes; unreadable, but a change nonetheless. He leaned down next to you, his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear. You shuddered at the feeling, nerves ablaze as the hand around your neck slowly trailed down to between your chest, rubbing back and forth, feeling your rapid heartbeat through the clothes. Before you could register it, Joost caught your earlobe with his teeth, lightly bighting the supple flesh before speaking.
"So needy for me, hè?
You swallowed hard, which did not go unnoticed as you felt his smirking lips on your pulse, then dragging them along the side of your neck in slow, tender kisses. Occasionally stopping to suck on the soft skin, drinking in your sweet noises. His other hand released yours, finding your hair and gently tugging to expose more of your neck to him. You huffed at the feeling, gripping his shoulders to stabilize yourself as his touch became increasingly more dizzying. He switched from caressing your chest to grazing your stomach, finding the hem of your shirt. He slipped his hand under, directly touching your skin and chuckling at the twitching muscles under his fingertips. You couldn't help the groan that left you when he nipped at your collarbone, his thumb plucking the band on your boxers; you could tell what he was trying to do, but you also know what you wanted to do. "Wait, baby, wait. Hold on a second."
Joost stopped immediately; removing his hand from your shirt to tuck your hair behind your ear, other hand massaging your scalp before placing a delicate kiss to your temple. "I should've asked before, I'm sorry handsome. Is something up or would you like to do something else?" Despite your rather pathetic state, your heart fluttered at his kindness; the sincerity in both his words and gentle touches brought a shy smile to your face. Catching your irregular breath before speaking, you return the kiss to his cheekbone, moving to hold his face.
"You're too sweet, love, thank you. But that's not why I asked you to stop." Joost raised an eyebrow at that, signaling for you to continue with a small hum. Suddenly feeling coy, your thumb found his brow, feeling the fuzzy gradient hair, trying to find your voice. "I-uhm, I'd like to take care of you, if that's ok."
He smirked, both tender and knowing, before leaning down, finding your hand to place another kiss, this time to your knuckles. "Is that so, liefje?" He looked at you through his lashes, blue eyes locked on yours with an alluring glint as he intertwined his fingers with yours. "Go on, I'll let you take the lead. As long as you can let me return the favour?" Though his tone was teasing, you know he wasn't pressuring you; just wanted you to know he's willing to do so. You smiled as you brought your lips to his, "Sure thing, beautiful. That is, if you still can after I'm done with you." You responded before fully kissing him. Slow, deliberate, teasing - you knew you wanted to take your time with him; to please him as long as possible, maximizing both yours and his enjoyment.
Both your hands reached for his hips, massaging their curve while grabbing the sides of his ass. Joost huffed against your lips, hands squeezing your arms to ground himself, not wanting to lean too far down to risk falling on you. You picked up on this, shifting your attention to his neck, kissing his pulse point while leaving his hips to fully focus on fondling him. Fingers kneading into the fat, eliciting a quiet groan from above you. You urged for him to fully stand up, nuzzling the hem of his shirt with your cheek, trying to get under. He picked up on your intentions and peeled it off, discarding it on the floor and revealing his fuzzy torso to you.
Pleased, you dive in; pulling him closer before shoving your face on his tummy, inhaling and nuzzling into his warmth, hands not stopping their caressing touches on his ass. He hummed at the feeling, hands tenderly rubbing your shoulders with a pleased smile. Joost looks down at you with lidded eyes, fawning at you worshipping him. You placed kisses along the hair of his stomach, moving your hands to wrap around his middle, kneading wherever they could find. A small giggle slipped from his lips; his plump, soft lips that you were beginning to miss. You carefully stood up from the bed, kisses not stopping, following you up slowly towards his pecks, chest, shoulders, neck, and finally his lips, where he met your passion and desire.
At this point, he knew what kind of mood you were in, obediently allowing access when you pressed for your tongue in his mouth. The groan he let out as you sucked on the wet muscle brought warmth to your cheeks, grip tightening on his waist. His hands felt up your torso, grabbing at your shirt for support, already dizzy from the feeling of your mouth in his.
You began to grow impatient, and you could tell Joost was feeling similar; he kept pushing himself further in your mouth, body pressed against yours. Subconsciously, you guided him to sit down, taking your previous space on the bed. With him, however, you lightly pushed him down onto the duvet, grabbing a pillow for under his head in the process. You were somewhat impressed with how much you were able to do with your eyes closed, tongue nearing the back of Joosts throat. They swirled around each other, spit mixing as you shuffled to straddle his lap. Your hands roamed upwards, one moving to pin an arm beside his head with the other finding his nipples again, only this time, it was his double nipple. He moaned on your tongue, still gripping your shirt for stability. The pads of your fingertips were featherlight on the buds, alternating between flicking and pinching, not giving him the opportunity to get used to your antics, only increasing his sensitivity.
His hips buck against your ass where you felt him through your sweatpants; firm, straining against the fabric of his jeans, begging to be released. He goes to cover his face, red all over at his lack of self-control, too embarrassed to remember the reason you praised him in the first place. You tutted, halting your movement on his erect nipple. "C'mon gorgeous, I know you can do better than that. Don't you wanna be good for me?" A high-pitched whine followed by a meek 'mhm' was all Joost could manage, further arching his back in hopes of tempting you to continue touching him. You, however, were having far too much fun with him. Besides, you wanted to take your time; wanted him to see stars when you were done spoiling him.
As you continued your teasing, you broke the kiss, a mixture of his and your drool smeared around Joosts mouth. He begrudgingly pulled back, whining at both the emptiness of his mouth and the particular way you twisted his nipple.
You let go of his arm and grabbed his other, placing it next to his head like the first and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Keep these up here. Can you do that for me, pretty boy?" You couldn't hide the grin that overtook your face at the whimper he let out; you knew what that name did to him and you loved abusing it. He nodded as a flush broke out across his face and neck. "That's a good boy."
"Use your words, pup." A whine more pathetic than anything you've ever heard from him, followed by a shaky curse under his breath, almost distracted you from toying with him. If this wasn't the cutest thing you've seen from him, you could've easily came in your pants just then as this was equally as hot. "Oh, Joosie, baby - baby. This is too good, fuck, you're too good." You're quick to recover, placing a small peck where his lips would be under his hands, whereas Joost lays stammering behind them, still too shy to fully face you. "I believe I told you to do something, right? Maybe I can help you remember." Before giving him a chance to respond, you kitten licked his other nipple; neglected, puffy, and begging for attention, giggling at the gasp he let out. Your hands felt up his waist, ribs, arms, all the way to his wrist where you subtly squeezed the soft skin. "Do you know what to do now, my love?"
He peered at you between his fingers, a sight far too adorable not to coo at, which only furthered his embarrassment. Letting out a shaky breath, he reluctantly uncovered himself, placing his hands beside his head. You hummed in acknowledgement. "I'll ask again, sweet boy: do you wanna be good for me?" Joost quickly squeezes his eyes shut, opening them after barely surpassing a quiet whimper, speaking just above a whisper. "Ja, I-I'm good for you, all for you. I'm your good boy." Grinning, you took a moment to drink in the sight in front of you; you're big, tall boyfriend a flustered mess beneath you, face dusted in rose, pink lips pouty and glossy with remnants of your heated kiss, big, blue eyes looking up at you as if you were his whole world.
You couldn't wait to make them roll back.
"There's my good puppy."
His moan was cut off by another of his own as you fully took his nipple in, swirling your tongue around the areola. One hand traveled down, finding his heat and palming him through his jeans, causing him to hiss at the contact before panting. Your other hand went to his face, tapping on his lips to open up. Obediently welcoming your middle and ring finger, Joost continued to whine around the digits. You relish in the way you feel him moan around your fingers, vibrating as his tongue sifted between them. You switch your oral attention back to his double nipple, tongue sliding back and forth over the duplicate buds. Gently removing your hand from his mouth, you then flicked the one you just released before he had a say, his own saliva a lubricant allowing your fingertips to easily glide along the nerves.
The room was filled with a mixture of the wet sound of your mouth on him and his whimpers, growing increasingly in volume as he got more needy. "Fuck, schatje, you're killing me." Joost arched his back impossibly high, hips moving in rhythm with your hand, trying to chase the friction. Smirking against his warm skin, you allowed your teeth to carefully graze his nipple, grin growing at the strangled groan that left his lips.
You remove your hand from his poor, swollen, pink nipple, and find his scalp, wrapping your digits around the grey-blonde strands and tugging back gently, exposing his neck as your lips trail upwards. You kiss the side of his neck, feeling his rapid pulse on your mouth, until you're met with his ear. "What, you don't like it when I tease you like this? When I touch you so much your mind goes numb?" A whine was your only response, so you decided to continue, getting impossibly closer to his ear, "You wanna be a dumb puppy for me, baby?" Joosts hips thrusted into your hand, knees bent out of his control as he whimpered under you.
You sucked down his neck, leaving a trail of dark red marks in their wake, stopping just above his shoulder before speaking again, purposefully breathing on the sensitive skin. All you were hearing from him was rigid panting and moans.
You almost felt bad.
Almost.
"Awww, what? My puppy boy can't think right now? Too focused on me touching you all over, huh?" Breath hitching, he squeezed his eyes shut, arms visibly tense in their struggle of staying next to his head. You lick a thick, long stripe up the side of his neck, just because you could; and to also whisper in his ear again. "Look at you, doing just what you're told keeping your arms up. Such a good, good boy for me." You concluded with a bite to his pulse, along with some small pecks to ease any pain.
Joost groaned, entire body trembling as you abused his sensitive neck, leaving marks of dark red and purple along the pale skin. Deciding that you've teased him enough, you drag your sucking downwards, leaving matching splotches of color on his heaving chest and stomach. You looked up at him once you reached his belt, undoing it quickly while licking your lips. He wasn't looking at you, which was strange for him; he usually loved watching you take off his pants before sucking him off. Instead, his eyes were shut, head slanted back as his hands trembled beside it. Worried, you decide to speak up. "You doing ok, handsome?"
This made him open his eyes, shifting to see you. You saw the uncertainty in his eyes, lips pressed together to a thin line. "Hey, don't feel pressured to do this if you're not up for it, yeah? If you want, we can stop here-"
"No! I-fuck, no, I don't wanna stop, please no. It's just…"
Your head tilted slightly, encouraging him to speak. His gaze moved from yours to where your hands resided on his belt buckle. With a shaky sigh and pink cheeks, he continued, "I just-you make me feel too good, liefje…" Before he could finish, he turned his head away, hiding his red face in the pillow. Your anxiety faded; he was just shyer than usual from the earlier discovery. Smiling, you decide to torment him just a bit more. "Aww, my sweet puppy boy's a little flustered, isn't he? Don't worry, love, I'll take your mind off that adorable shyness soon." You took advantage of Joost arching his back at your comment to take a hold of his jeans, sliding the thick material down his legs, stopping right after his knees to let them slide off his calves themselves. Before you have the chance to tease him further, you glance at his boxers; specifically, the large wet spot on and near the outline of his tip. Your eyes widen, looking up at him in near disbelief. This time, he couldn't help himself, covering his face in his hands again, flush spreading down to his neck.
Oh.
You did make him feel too good.
"Joosie, Baby, did you actually-? Oh my god. You are just the cutest, I can't-"
You cut yourself off with a small giggle, feeling your own cheeks warm at the thought of the effect you have on him. He squirmed, whining as his hips shifted. You held them in place, thumbs tracing delicate circles along the bone. "Nothing to be ashamed of, handsome. You have no idea how hot this is, how hot you are." Your hands moved the band of his boxers, hooking a finger under the fabric to feel the coarse hair. "Come on, angel. Look at me."
A weak, strangled noise was your response. Joost slowly peeled his hands from his face; flustered, aroused, pleading, and you hadn't even fully gotten him undressed. His slightly watery eyes, lidded with pupils blown to capacity, pretty lips downturned into a pout, hands now gripping the bed sheet beside his head. It was impossible to deny such a sight, not when your boyfriend was sprawled out for you, melting into the mattress, came from just a bit of teasing and stimulation, untouched.
Planting a smooch to his tip through his boxers, you're met with a twitch from both him and his dick. Your fingers wrap around the band, ready to tug them off and give him your all. "Lift these hips for me, pup." With a whimper, he complied, ass off the bed for you to remove his final article of clothing. You slide off the dampened fabric, dragging it down to meet his pants on the floor. His thick, semi-hard cock sprung free, still visibly coated in his release. You wrapped your hand around his length, squeezing lightly, hearing him sigh at your soft hands. You began pumping him carefully, mindful not to overwhelm him fully but still wanting him to feel you. His cum worked as an excellent lubricant, allowing you to glide along him with ease. He whined, still not fully recovered from his previous orgasm, the overstimulation was pleasing enough to ignore the slight sting he felt in his lower abdomen. "My precious, sweet boy. Dumb puppy couldn't help yourself, could you? Poor thing enjoyed the teasing too much, made a mess all over yourself."
It all was almost unbearable; your teasing, that tone making him feel fuzzy all over, the way your hand felt moving along his already sticky dick, the way you looked up at him eagerly. It left him far too weak to respond to your words, only mustering up whimpers and groans. "But don't worry, sweetheart. I'll clean you up nice and good."
After that, your lips parted, placing a delicate kiss just under his tip. Joost arched his back impossibly higher, a high-pitch whine straining from him at the feeling of your soft lips on him. Your kisses trailed lower, along the base of his shaft down to his balls, hand moving to hold him in place while you thumbed his slit. Eyes not leaving his face, you opened your mouth, licking a stripe up the underside of his dick, tasting how you used his cum from his first orgasm as lube. His head was thrown back as your tongue made its way up his length, moaning loudly while white knuckling the bed sheets. Once you reached the top, your hand traveled down, palm against his lower stomach, caressing the hair there as you wrapped your lips around his tip. Your tongue replaced your thumb, sliding between the slit as you hollowed your cheeks. You see his arms twitch; as if he is physically restraining himself from moving them. He opens his mouth to speak, getting cut off with his own moan before confirming your suspicions.
"Shit, baby, can I hold your hair? I-I need to feel you somehow. Please, schatje-fuck." He looked down at you while pleading, thick eyebrows knitted together with watery eyes. You hummed in acknowledgement, giving him permission, evicting a whine from the vibration. Instantly, his hands find your hair, not pulling but holding it in place behind you, fingers tangled in the strands while lowering yourself on him. You sighed at the way he scratched at your scalp, calming as you slowly took more of his thick cock in your mouth. Once you had just enough that the tip laid on your upper tongue, you paused, giving the two of you both time to recuperate. You could hear his panting over you taking deep breaths through your nose. He looks back at you, his eyes equally glossy with yours, and offers you a small smile, lines beside his mouth showing adorably. You do your best to return it, eyes crinkling before wrapping your other hand around what your mouth couldn't yet take. He inhaled, biting his lip as you waited for his green light to begin. After a few more shaky breaths, he nods, "Go on, handsome."
Without skipping a beat, you raise your head, slow and cautious with your hand following. Your lips met his tip once more, then pushed back down at the same agonizing pace. Joost moaned louder than he probably thought he would, too lost in how you felt around him twice. You continued at this speed, wanting to tease him just a bit more. He began writhing, needy hands tightened their grip in your hair as he whined, "Fu-uck, liefste, can you please go faster. I've been good for you, haven't I?" You felt your eyes widen slightly at his request, at how he was unable to conceal his desperation as he begged.
It was the hottest thing you've ever seen from him.
And you couldn't deny your pretty boy, could you? Especially not when he's asking so kindly, swollen lip between his teeth as he bit down. With a huff from your nose, you sped up, building a comfortable pace while feeling him release your hair slightly, going back to massaging your head as he moaned. "Yes, baby - shit - just like that."
Gradually, you lost yourself around him; to the feeling of his dick in your mouth, the weight of it, the taste of his pre whenever you choose to lap at his tip. The noises he makes are heavenly, relishing in your coarse muscle across where he's most sensitive. You tease a bulging vein on the side, tongue flicking and gliding along it just to hear him mewl. Now more accustomed to his length, you open your eyes again to look at his blushing face, scrunched up in pleasure with his mouth agape, the most delicious sounds spilling out. As you quickened your bobbing, nose now brushing against his pubes, his groans and whines only increased in volume. The muscles under his stomach clenched, heat pooling familiarly as he weakly rocked his hips, rhythm matching yours.
His breathing became laboured, thighs shaking as he babbled, speech nonsensical from the intoxicating sensation of both your slick mouth and soft hands. Your palm applied more pressure to his tummy, feeling his softness shudder from your touch. Joosts hands trembled in your hair, squirming under your hand, "God, I-I'm so close, schat. Can you swallow?" Your eyes found his, letting out an 'mhm' as you hollowed your cheeks, squeezing his dick just a bit tighter to maximize his pleasure. His breath caught in his throat at that, whimpering between increasingly high-pitched moans, back arching off the bed.
With a final faint thrust of his hips into your throat, followed by a quiet gag from you, he came, his release coating the back of your mouth. His cock twitched against your tongue as he spurted more, salty liquid traveling down your throat, breathy whines falling from his mouth. You moaned at the taste, pumping him of every drop he had to spill, elongating his orgasm for as long as possible. Once he began squirming, overstimulated whine following, you let up, slowly lifting yourself from him. You released him with a small 'pop,' placing a feather-light peck to his tip before fully letting him go. He heavily panted above you, not yet recovered from the intensity of which he came. You rubbed soothing circles along his waist, trying to bring him back to earth while peppering his quaking thighs with chaste kisses.
After a few minutes, he moved some hair from your face, signaling he was back from cloud 9. He grinned at you, precious bunny teeth showing through his lips. You returned it with one last kiss to his thigh, moving up to hold his warm cheeks. "You're so fucking adorable, c'mere." You silenced the squeak he let out by pressing his lips to yours, fingers scratching behind his ears. His hands found your waist under the shirt - his shirt - you wore, caressing you with a hum as he tasted himself on you. You sighed at the feeling of the heat from his hands through your thin t-shirt, one of them move upwards, finding your hair and gently tugging up. You allow Joost to tilt your head back, breaking from the kiss, lips sucking the junction of your neck.
"You're too good at that, you know?" He began, speaking between kisses to your pulse, "Teasing me, I mean; making me melt from your touch, playing with my body like I'm a toy." You felt him grin at the sound you made when he bit your shoulder, teeth sinking in the sensitive skin. He licked the mark, soothing the sting he knew you loved. "But what about you, hm?"
He didn't give you time to respond, pulling you into him and rolling you over; he was now on top of you, hand pressed into the mattress next to your head with his other still on your waist finding the hem of your shirt to feel your bare skin properly. You look at him with wide eyes, your own hands resting on his chest as you shook slightly under his gaze. "What if I switch things up? Tease you, make you melt, toy with your body, how about that, pretty boy?" You exhaled shakily, attempting to look away only for him to grab your jaw, keeping your head in place. "Nuh-uh, none of that, liefje. I want to see you, watch as you lose words from me touching you." His hand drifted from your waist to your stomach, chuckling at how it tensed when he did so. "Wouldn't you want that, baby? Baby boy? Mijn lieve kleintje?" Whimpering, your back arched without control, shuddering at the way he looked at you; gaze full of hunger, as if he was ready to devour you whole. His fingers found the band of your sweats, twiddling the strings between his fingers as he leaned in to whisper in your ear,
"I think it's about my turn to worship you all over. I told you I'd return the favour, did I not?"
decied to start writing for joost !! especially w the lack of male reader fics ,,, working on smth revolving around his tattoos bc he has so many and i love them and i cant help myself hai !!!!!! hoping to get this out by the end of this week but honestly no promises lol here are the first 2 paragraph of what i got - enjoy :3
words : 301 under cut
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The subtle hum of the heater surrounds you, serving as a reminder of the harsh cold beyond the walls of your home. You can faintly smell the bodywash your boyfriend uses as your head rests on his lap. He's looking straight ahead at the movie you both agreed on. You gave up on the film, however, eyes fixated on the Lola Bunny tattoo on the left side of his neck, scanning the fine lines of ink. Your gaze continued trailing downwards, landing on the KP on his right shoulder, as well as the thick 1983 under it, red complimenting the slight flush of his skin. Your hand reaches out absentmindedly, fingers fluttering as you trace the design. Joost flinches slightly at the unexpected touch, glancing down at your comfortable form on his thighs.
"Is there something on me?" His eyes peer over to where you still trace on his shoulder, searching for something you may be trying to remove. "Yes, actually," you reply through a sheepish smile at being caught, "seems to be ink on you wherever I look." To that he raised an eyebrow, looking equal parts confused and amused. Joost looked at his arm again, almost to confirm you weren't withholding the fact there was a bug on him. When met with only his familiar tattoos, Joost looked back at you, no longer confused but humored by your response. "What are you talking about?" He giggled, reaching a hand out to brush stray hair from your eyes. You smiled in return, now dragging your fingertips to the robot on his upper arm; Clank, you later found his name to be. Joost shuddered slightly at the featherlight touches, goosebumps sprung at your fingertips. He bites the inside of his cheek slightly, trying to surpass more giggles at the ticklish feeling.
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to be finished when it is finished🫶hopefully soon tho hehe
hai lovelies :D my [online] name is finnley (i dont mind finn as a nickname), i go by he/they, and im a transman !!! this blog is dedicated to my joost obsession - here, i'll post my fics, rants, pictures, and anything related to him. i take requests, and my inbox is always open for whoever wants to chat :3
what will be discussed below:
boundaries
rules / info
masterlist
my tags + their meanings
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boundaries / dni
this acc contains rpf - you are entitled to your own opinion if that is not your thing, but be respectful and scroll; do not come on my blog just to hate or you will be blocked
additionally, minors are not welcome here - while there is only so much i can do to prevent you from consuming adult content, understand i do not want anything to do with you. i am an adult, and i discuss nsfw topics; i do not want children in those conversations and spaces. please do not interact with my account if you are a minor, for both your and my sake.
assholes will not be tolerated - i reckon this is fairly self explanatory, i won't list everything i dont condone, just know the block button is free and if i see you being hateful you will not get a chance to explain yourself !!!! i just dont want that around me !!!!!!!!! dont be a dick !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
rules for me / my blog
i only write for male and gn readers; nothing against my lovely ladies, i just dont feel super comfy writing in the pov of a woman when i dont identify w that anymore yk
sfw and nsfw - i write both so feel free to request / talk abt either :3
i fear i update once per sometimes, i have 2 jobs and i do my best balancing my work, personal, and online life. if you request smth and i dont respond right away i pinky promise it will get done in this lifetime, just please dont pester me thank youuuu💜
while i dont really have a list of things i will and/or will not write for, if you're curious about anything pls feel free to ask :P if i receive a request with something i am not comfortable with writing, i will say so and i expect that to be respected
im trying to come out of my shell and socially put myself out more, so i apologize in advance if i ever come off as awkward bc i 100% am😭otherwise i really do love chatting !!!! just keep my shyness in mind lol
masterlist
fics
Can I Color Them In?
- desc: Joost has many tattoos but they're all only lineart. You decide to change that!
- sfw, 4k words, m!reader, established relationship
Baby, I'm So Proud of You
- desc: After officialy wrapping up both his Coachella performances, Joost finds you waiting for him, excited to congratulate him (maybe too much ...)
- sfw, 1.8k words, gn!reader, established relationship
One Scroll Too Many
- desc: When Joost catches you looking at pictures of him while he was out, he decides to tease you for missing him so much. You, however, have other plans in mind...
- nsfw, 5.4k words, m!reader, established relationship
blurbs
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headcannons
Puppyboy!Joost
- sfw + nsfw, 700 words, gn!reader
tags / navigation
finnfics -> my fics/stories that ive written
finnblurbs -> hcs/shortshort stories; not full fics
finnfreaks -> my posts being a perv essentially
finnprevs -> previews/teasers for my writing will go here
hai-finn -> basically my yapping tag
others work !!! -> sharing some lovely writing of the people🫶
reblogs yay -> other peoples discussions ive reblogged/participated in
finnirl woah -> my not online stuff !!! rare
finnlive -> content from seeing joost live👅
all of these tags will be on this post for your convenience :P
