Description: Joost has a dream about you, but he can't wait until the morning to recreate it.
Warnings: Smut (+18 ‼️) anal, somno, no prep, coming inside, coming in boxers, coming untouched, cockwarming and kinda mean, condescending dom!Joost 😩
Word count: 1.8k
Author's Note: Hiya guys! I'm back into writing after a while has passed. I still have requests to work on, but I honestly couldn't find the motivation to write since I also lost someone in a tragic way last month... This is actually the first thing I managed to write after that and I can't believe it's filthy smut and not some sad, hurt/comfort fic 😅 Anyways, enjoy and I'll be prioritizing the mlm requests I got since that's what I was planning for Pride Month :)
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A whine left your lips at the same time that another met your neck between shaky sighs and breaths. The hand that held your waist tightened its grip slightly to keep you from squirming too much - which was a difficult task since every time Joost pushed further inside, you would stir and let out these soft little hums. He was trying his best not to bury his face in your neck to supress his own sounds because of how ticklish he knew you were. The feeling of his mustache against your skin would just make you move even more - if not wake you up completely. And Joost didn't want that. All he wanted was to get some relief after a specific dream he had just woken up from in the middle of the night. A hot, wet dream about his sweet boyfriend who - unbeknownst to Joost's dirty thoughts - slept soundly beside him. So, in a horny daze, the Dutch man had pushed down your sleep shorts just enough for his leaking cock to slide between your cheeks. He didn't even know if you could take it... your vulnerable body definitely not stretched enough for his length. So he kept torturing himself by pushing very slowly inside, careful not to hurt you but desperately wanting to feel your tight heat surrounding him. And God if he wasn't feeling it... your walls kept clenching around his throbbing dick, making it pulse even more and driving him insane with need. All the while you looked like an absolute angel in your sleep; brows furrowing every once in a while and lips parting to let some moans escape you. That vision made him momentarily forget about being gentle and a hard thrust caused his cock to sink further inside your hole, which earned him a weak, high pitched sound from you. Fuck, you were adorable.
Then, in a completely sleepy voice, you muttered:
"Joost..."
He froze. He wasn't sure if you were talking in your sleep or if he had woken you with his actions. You sounded so tired, so far into dreamland still; yet your tone was laced with affection, like you were aware of what was happening. And maybe you were. Even if your brain was convinced this was all just a dream. And Joost wouldn't doubt that the soft murmur had only been a result of said dream if it wasn't for the other one that followed after he tried to press his hips forward again.
"Joost? 's that you?" That confused, weak question combined with the slight stir of your body made him melt. You were awake. Barely.
"Yeah, yeah, baby, it's me, don't worry." His rough yet loving voice whispered against your ear and his lips met your neck, almost as if to reassure you it was indeed him.
You let out a contented sigh at that, moving to get comfortable. But as soon as you did, you felt the wet mess in your boxers from the pre-cum you had leaked and the stretch of having your boyfriend's dick buried inside you. And you whined. You whined because of how full and sticky and helpless you felt. Because of how big he was.
"Babeee..."
"Oh my sweet prince, what's the matter, hm?" He started planting a series of soft kisses all over your neck, the rhythm so tender and slow that you could feel yourself being pulled into dreamland again.
"Too much..."
"Too much? It's not too much, schatje." Joost gripped your hips, gently guiding them closer to his crotch. "You're just really tight. But I'm taking care of it." He resumed the sweet pecks, distracting you from any complains you could possibly have. He knew you didn't have any, though. Not any real ones.
"Joooost~" You dragged out his name and instantly felt his dick twitch.
"Fuck, say that again." The words left his lips in a sigh as he pushed deeper inside you, making you feel completely stuffed and breathless.
"Joost, I-"
"Mm, that's my boy~" His tattooed hand wrapped around your chin, interrupting you. He squeezed it, forcing you to turn your head so he could clash his mouth onto yours.
The kiss was messy with need, dizzying with the way he devoured your lips and drank every sound that slipped from them; your weak protests quickly drowned by the saliva you two were now sharing. You could barely keep up with his movements from how sleepy you were, but he also didn't give you time to process anything. His hips started doing these slow, shallow motions, carefully testing to see if you would stop him or complain. When you didn't, he decided to continue, dragging his cock inside your walls in the most patient way and eventually slowing down his rough kisses to match the soft thrusts. His mouth and hips worked in sync, each meeting you at the same time and pulling gasps and whimpers out of you. It was too much for your fuzzy mind to register. For Joost, however, it was definitely not enough. He was fighting every urge in his body not to just sink all the way in and pound you mercilessly.
But before you knew it, the wet sounds of his mouth against yours had subsided and his warm, labored breathing had shifted to your neck - hips never stopping. You took the chance to speak up, trying to regain your own breath as you did so.
"Damn," You panted. "what's gotten into you?"
"You did. You and your way of always showing up in my dreams." His nose pressed against your jaw, making his coarse mustache chafe your sensitive skin with every kiss. You giggled at his words.
"So now it's my fault for showing up in your dreams?"
"You should've seen how you looked, baby." He grunted into your neck, trying to control himself, but clearly losing the battle.
"Why? Did I look hot in your little dream?" A sly smile crossed your face as you teased him, but it quickly turned into a desperate, needy look when he suddenly slammed his hips into you.
"You always look hot."
He picked up the pace, giving a hard squeeze to your waist before letting his hand slide to your stomach, bringing you impossibly closer with that large palm splayed just below your chest. The moonlight was faintly illuminating the room which allowed you to see and admire the 'Unity' tattoo on his pale skin and get a glimpse of the ones adorning his fingers. Sexy.
"But to answer your question: yes, you looked damn hot." He continued and his voice went straight to your cock, making you a little dumb from how turned on you were.
"I can tell from the way you're fucking me..."
He chuckled. And it wasn't that cute, breathy giggle of his that you were so used to listening. It was different. It was a low sound in his throat. A sound of someone who knows they're doing something right; someone who knows they're making their partner see stars. A sound of someone who knows they fuck good.
"Ja? Feels good now, doesn't it? And to think you were complaining..."
"I wasn't. It's just... a lot for someone who was sleeping just minutes ago."
"Oh poor baby." He cooed in faux-sympathy. "Sorry I interrupted your beauty sleep. Let me just finish and then you can go back to whatever dream it was that you were having, okay? I promise I'll be quick."
But his grin against your neck told you he wasn't even sorry in the slightest for waking you and that he definitely wasn't taking pity on you. Either way, your brain was too mushy to care about that now. All you could think about was the painful hard-on straining your boxers and begging to be touched. Yet Joost was too busy chasing his own orgasm to care.
Your hand slipped under the waistband of your underwear in search of giving yourself some relief, but a strong grip on your wrist stopped you before your fingers could even reach it.
"That's my job, schat." He said in a stern tone. "And I don't even need my hand to get it done." He let go of yours - knowing you'd listen and behave - and grabbed your hip again, pumping his in a fast, mercilessly rhythm. "You're gonna come from my dick alone, okay, baby?"
"Joost, I don't know if I-"
"Okay, baby?" He repeated the question, leaving no room for arguments.
"Y-Yes, sir." The title escaped you accidentally - your mind completely in subspace.
"Good boy." He smirked and started giving you soft, messy kisses on your neck as a reward for how well-behaved you were being. "Wat een lieve jongetje, hè? Je luistert zo goed~"
Maybe Joost was right. Maybe you could actually come untouched.
"Mmm, I can feel you clenching around me, sweet boy~" He purred against your skin. "Are you close? Because I am. So fucking close. I'm gonna pump you full of my cum so you can finally sleep comfortably. I know that's how you like to sleep." Joost's thrusts became sloppy and his grip on your hips tightened enough to bruise.
You were a whiny mess; forced to feel your back getting wet from his sweaty chest hair, while he panted into your skin and whispered curses, teetering closer and closer to the edge. Your moans only intensified, reaching their peak once you finally felt him let go and paint your walls with his warm, sticky cum. Joost grunted through his climax, pressing himself right up against you and letting his hips roll a couple more times to ride out his high and make sure he had spilled every single drop inside you. His actions were enough to trigger your own orgasm which quickly made you clench around his length as you shot white ropes against the fabric of your boxers without even being touched.
"Fuck~" You whimpered weakly, getting a chuckle in response.
"See? Told you I could make you come from my dick alone." Despite his cocky tone, Joost didn't waste any time and immediately nuzzled your neck, showering you in sweet kisses. "Now you can go back to sleep." He sighed happily, pushing his hips forward as well as his release further inside your hole.
"All sticky like this?"
"Just go back to sleep, baby. I know you're tired."
"Don't you think we should clean u-"
"Shhh be a good boy and close your eyes for me." His lips met the corner of your mouth while he squeezed you tighter and put his leg on top of yours, ready to return to a peaceful slumber.
And damn if you didn't want to be Joost's good boy... so once again you followed his orders without questioning them; closing your eyes like you were told and accepting that you would be falling asleep with a wet mess in your boxers and his softening cock still buried deep inside you.
if im allowed to ask for 2, could i request🧁+⌛️together :3 ?
hes too perfect all over it makes it so hard to choose but i gotta stay true to myself bc ik damn well id sell an organ if it meant 5 min w joosts tummy to myself🤤all those curvesmmmmm
Hehe thank you, mootieee <3 Ofc u can ask for two! And you’re so real, he’s so fucking delicious, I need to take a bite 😵💫 This was supposed to be less than 2k words btw, then for some reason it became 3.9k 😃 Idk how I managed to go from dancey Joostie to reader being kind of a nerd about Ancient History to smut, but I hope you enjoyyyy! (Title from a Björk song :P)
Btw!! I suggest u guys listen to “Kisses Of Fire” by ABBA (if u haven’t) to get the vibe of one of the scenes, but you don’t need to.
VENUS AS A BOY
Joost x gn!reader (set on the day of Ruisrock 2025)
Description: You find Joost dancing. One thing leads to another and you both end up in bed, laughing and… doing other things.
Warnings: Smut (+18 ‼️) handjob, blowjob/deepthroat, cum on stomach, cum licking, tummy and waist/hips worship, praise kink, hickies, song fic, use of ‘hero’ and ‘knight’ to refer to reader once tho!!
Word count: 3.9k
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A gentle breeze hit your face as you walked through the city. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was definitely surprising to feel in the beginning of July. You had hoped for a summer day, the kind that makes your clothes stick to your body with sweat and your eyes squint from the sunlight. But instead, the temperature was just... nice. The sun was up in the sky, but the wind kept you from feeling your skin melt. You just had to avoid the shadows of the big buildings, or else you'd freeze with no natural warmth to balance with the slight breeze. Especially when your hands were already turning into two big ice cubes. The cans of Monster you were holding were quickly transmitting their coldness onto your fingers, while your digits did the opposite, making the energy drink not so refreshing. Still, you hoped your boyfriend would appreciate it. You knew he would. He always appreciated your love gestures. It was so easy to put a smile on that man's face. A simple drink from the small grocery shop located a few minutes away from the hotel and he was all yours. In fact, just the thought of you going downstairs to get him a Monster had been enough to make him grin like an excited little kid. Of course he told you that you didn't have to; that if the hotel mini fridge didn't have Monster, he could just drink a different thing. But you wanted to. You wanted to treat him like a princess. A princess who waits in her castle as her knight in shining armor absents himself to go get her any thing she desires. And that was exactly what her knight was doing. Leaving the comfort of their hotel room only to fulfill the beautiful princess' wishes. A princess who was probably drinking beer in bed at that exact moment.
You finally got to the hotel, entering the building and leaving the Finnish wind gently blowing outside. The warmth of the lobby immediately hugged you, involving you in a tighter embrace as you made your way to where the rooms were. The faint sound of music could be heard, becoming a bit louder - but never losing its softness - as you walked down the corridor. It sounded muffled, what lead you to believe it wasn't the hotel's new addition to the atmosphere. It seemed rather like it came from behind one of the doors. Each step made you closer to the mysterious source of the music, finally allowing you to make out which song was playing. You could recognize one of your boyfriend's dearest bands anywhere. The melody of 'Super Trouper' by ABBA became unmistakable once you stood by a certain door. Of course the music came from your room. You smiled to yourself and inserted the hotel card into the door reader, pressing on the handle and gently opening it.
As soon as you caught a glimpse of the interior, you saw Joost moving to the slow beat, quietly singing along while his arms and hips swayed in a delicate way.
"Tonight the super trouper beams are gonna blind me
But I won't feel blue
Like I always do
'Cause somewhere in the crowd there's you"
You watched him with a dopey smile, eventually putting down the cans you were holding so you could cross your arms and lean against the doorframe while enjoying the private performance. His movements had always mesmerized you, how he balanced that duality of soft and chaotic so well... In moments like this, he didn't even seem like the same guy who humped speakers during concerts. His sweet voice a huge contrast to the loud screams he usually lets out when he's excited. You couldn't help but melt as you saw him dance towards the bed - completely distracted and unaware of your presence - to grab his rosary necklace and add it to his gorgeous outfit. He was wearing black pants with a plain white t-shirt that hugged his body in all the right places, showing his belly, and the nipples through the fabric. It accentuated his curvy waist in a Venus-like way, almost distracting you from the fact that he had just jumped slightly as he finally saw you through the mirror. Dance moves stopping at the same time that he stuttered the words he was singing.
"Jesus, baby, you scared me!" Joost chuckled, turning to face you.
"Sorry..." You let out a little laugh yourself at the way his chest was heaving and his hand was resting over his heart. "Don't stop just because of me, though." A lazy smile appeared on your lips as you teasingly stayed in the same place, waiting to see him resume his movements. "I was enjoying the show."
"Don't put that kind of pressure on me!" He giggled and averted his gaze from your face, turning down the music instead.
You pushed off from the doorframe with a grin and walked up to him, immediately wrapping both arms around his waist and planting a lingering kiss to his mouth.
"So shy all of a sudden..." You mumbled the words against his lips as your smile widened, hands finding his hips to knead at the soft skin. He was so squishy. "I brought you Monster." You said once you pulled away.
"My hero!"
He surprised you with a hug, and suddenly you found yourself smothered by his big chest. Sometimes Joost could be a bit forgetful of his own strength and size, especially when he was all giddy and excited. You would never dare to complain, though.
"No, but seriously, you didn't have to, you know?" He pulled away, beaming like the ray of sunshine he is.
"I know. But I wanted to." You smiled back and moved your hands to his waist, caressing it over the wrinkles of his shirt. It was way too tight on him, but damn if it didn't look good. Delicious.
Your thumbs rubbed the fabric, almost absentmindedly, although your brain was well aware of how much you craved him. Even the smallest touch was enough to ground you, at the same time that it made you experience a floating sensation... and at the same time that it always left you wanting more. Admiring eyes shifted to where you were holding, then a little lower, taking in his tummy. The shirt didn't reveal all of it, but it was enough to drive you crazy. He looked even more beautiful to the sound of ABBA quietly playing in the background. But you couldn't help but wonder what was the occasion for that particular outfit.
"Mmm, and what is my baby wearing?" You hummed appreciatively.
"You weren't supposed to see this yet... It's for tonight's show."
"I wasn't supposed to see it yet?"
"No, it was a surprise."
"Kinda like a 'can't see the bride before the wedding' type of thing?" You teased, poking his waist and watching him squirm before continuing to explain.
"No... that's to avoid bad luck. In this case, it was just so you'd drool all over me once you saw me on stage in these clothes." He smirked. “But you were too quick to get back from the store…”
"And who said I won't still drool? Hm?" You squeezed his waist. "It doesn't matter if I've seen the outfit, you know I'll always be crazy about it."
"Good, because-"
Suddenly, he interrupted himself with an excited gasp. You had no idea what had just happened to make him that happy... not even as he pointed to the right, apparently showing you the reason of his behavior. You couldn't see anything out of the ordinary in the room. But then, you understood. A simple turning up of the music was all that you needed to understand what this was about.
"I love this song! Now there's nothing at aaall, that can keeep us apaaart~" He started singing in a mock-serious tone, eyebrows furrowed and puckered lips in exaggerated expressions. "Touch my liiips..." He brought your hand to his lips and you playfully rolled your eyes, letting him give a quick peck to your fingertips. He continued his singing, letting go of your wrist to point at you. "And you knooow I'm crazy 'bout youuuuu~"
Just when you thought he was going to serenade you with some romantic slow song, the beat changed to an upbeat one, scaring you a little, but filling him with energy.
"Kisses of fire!" Joost lifted his arms in a theatrical manner. "Burning, burning!" He then lowered and opened them in the same way, swaying his hips as he danced with a grin on his face. You were close to telling him the music could be heard by the whole hotel, but you didn't have the guts when he looked that happy, so you just smiled.
He kept on dancing and singing, never stopping the movements of his arms and hips, making you look at him with a dopey expression.
"I've had my share of love affairs, but they were nothing compared to thiiis~" He shook his shoulders, getting closer to you. You didn't budge from your spot, so he took the chance to grab your waist as he pouted at you. "Dance with me, babyyy~"
He guided you to the beat while you tried to stifle your giggles. It was clumsy and uncoordinated, but neither of you wanted it to be perfect. At least, not according to the definition of most people. In your eyes, this moment was definitely what appeared in front of the word perfect in the dictionary.
He took your hand, dramatically making you spin and pushing you down onto the bed. You fell on your elbows, laughing as he swayed his hips provocatively in front of you. Still, in the midst of his silly motions, you found him incredibly attractive. You always did. His bubbly personality and pretty looks were an irresistible combination and you weren't strong in the slightest when it came to it. You eyed him up and down, in what you thought was a discrete way of taking him in. Joost noticed your appreciative look, but didn't say anything, instead crawling on top of your body and kissing you while the music kept playing. After a few seconds, he pulled away, revealing your smile.
"You're heavy. Did you know that?"
His grin widened at your teasing words and, in one swift motion, he rolled over to the side, shirt riding up in the process, revealing all of his tummy. You let a hand wander to the fuzzy yet soft skin, petting it. When you glanced up, you noticed that he had turned his head to look at you - half-lidded eyes and lazy smirk.
"So, what did you think of the 'show'?" Joost asked.
"10/10, would recommend. Way different from that 'Super Trouper' bit you were performing when I got here, but equally as incredible."
"That's a Joost Klein show for ya." He chuckled. "A little preview of tonight."
"Interesting..." You slowly got on top of him, straddling his thighs while your hands rested on his stomach. "I also have a little preview of tonight for you."
His eyes widened slightly as you began talking in a sultry tone, but the heavy eyelids quickly returned once you started massaging his tummy. You smirked, moving your hands to his waist - and taking the opportunity to pull up his shirt even further - so you could plant soft kisses on his belly pouch.
"My little born dancer~" You murmured against him. Your hands slid down a bit lower as your mouth replaced them on their previous spot. They held his hips now, thumbs tenderly rubbing the skin. It was always a battle in your brain to decide whether to use your hands or your mouth on a particular part of his body, ending up with you choosing to desperately alternate between the two. "... With his little born dancer hips~" You gave him a series of gentle pecks on his waist, listening to his giggles. "You really were blessed with the most beautiful body... Look at these curves... Jesus..."
"Blessed?" More adorable little chuckles left his lips as you nosed at his side.
"Mhm..." You pulled away to look him the eyes. "You know those sculptures from Ancient Times? Women with curvy bodies and little belly pouches in skin-tight clothing? You look like one of those sculptures." Your mouth moved to worship his tummy again, distributing kisses like he was something sacred.
"You're so biased." He scoffed with a smitten expression.
"I'm not! It's the truth." The words barely made your lips leave his skin, but you could sense the fond shaking of his head. "It was viewed as a sign of wealth back then, you know?" You said after a beat of silence, going back to that topic. He furrowed his brows with a smile as he waited for you to continue, and once again, you turned to face him, gentle hands massaging his soft figure. "Having a plump body, I mean. They associated it with high status because those were the people who could afford to eat well and didn't have to do manual work."
"Well, aren't you a little nerd?" He flashed you a grin, teasingly messing up your hair. "Tell me more."
"The Greeks actually had a word for that: 'Eusarkos'. It was used to refer to that desirable state of wellness, meaning something like 'fleshy'. It was a weird time in many things, but showing non-skinny bodies some love is definitely something we should do nowadays." You returned to kissing his tummy, making sure to accompany it with loud 'mwah' noises.
"Can't believe you're using your Ancient History knowledge to worship my body." He laughed.
"Those were just fun facts. My hands and mouth are doing all the worshipping." You smirked and let your hands squeeze his waist while your mouth sucked some hickies onto his tummy. "You're way more beautiful than those sculptures, anyway." You sighed against his pale skin, mumbling praises. "So much more beautiful..." In a slow, deliberate movement you started pulling down his black jeans - not yet with the accessories he would wear to the concert.
"You're the beautif-"
"Shhh, this isn't about me, baby, it's about you." You interrupted him, taking his pants off completely and leaving him in just his dark boxers - the ones with his name all around the waistband. He looked perfect with that tight shirt pulled up to his chest and bare legs on display.
More kisses were planted on his tummy while you began kneading at his waist, making him impatient now that he was in his underwear. But you weren't cruel, so you let your pecks trail to the bulge at the front of his boxers, getting closer to what you two wanted. One of Joost's hands buried in your hair, scratching as if unconsciously telling you to take him into your mouth. But you didn't need to be told twice. Faster than when it came to his pants, you pulled down his boxers, exposing his beautiful cock. It was half-hard already from all the kissing and desperately waiting for your lips to wrap around it.
"So needy, liefje~" He giggled as you stared hungrily at his dick.
"Look who's talking..." Your hand wrapped around his length, giving it a couple of strokes and watching it twitch. "You're the one getting hard from tummy kisses." A smirk appeared on your face as you made him blush.
"You weren't just kissing it, okay? Besides, I like being worshipped. Feels nice."
"And I'm the needy one? Riiight." You leaned down to give the head a little lick, enjoying the immediate furrow of his eyebrows in pleasure. "Let me help with that neediness, pretty."
Your hand slid to the base, giving it some attention, as the tip of his cock disappeared between your lips, allowing you to finally feel his warmth inside your mouth. A hum escaped you as you made a few up and down motions before slowly taking him deeper, forcing yourself to reach where your fingers were. Realizing you didn't need your hand there anymore, you interrupted the stroking and moved both of them to his hips, wandering up and down in an exploration of those gorgeous curves. You bobbed your head, carefully trying not to choke on his thick length, while his moans encouraged you to keep going. And if they weren't the perfect sign of how good you were doing, the feeling of his dick growing fully hard against your tongue definitely was. It praised you in an indescribable way, only making you more focused on pleasing him. The tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly, making you let out wet, struggling sounds while your hands squeezed his hips tighter. You still wanted more, though. You wanted to bury your nose in his pubes and feel him as deep as you could, already picturing the delicious sounds that would come out of the man underneath you. Suddenly, you felt a gentle hand in your hair; tattooed fingers burying between the strands in a warm caress, almost like he understood what you were trying to do.
"Baby~ You don't need to take all of it, you know?"
You furrowed your brows even further and made a stubborn noise of disagreement. Like most things, you knew you didn't need to, but you wanted to. Besides, it wasn't your first time sucking Joost's dick. You knew you could make it fit all the way in. You were just too impatient today, wanting to feel more of him right that second, without taking it slow. Alright, maybe he was right. Maybe you were needy.
You took a deep breath through your nose, slowing your movements so you could sink your mouth onto his cock in a controlled manner; watery, half-lidded eyes looking up at him for approval. He tried to keep watching, but your lips meeting the base of his dick made him throw his head back against the mattress with a broken moan.
"Fuck, babe, always so good for me~" His fingers twitched in your hair, trying not to force you down, but desperately needing you to move.
You nuzzled your face against his pelvis, closing your eyes as you tried to ease all of his length into your mouth. The feeling of your nose rubbing his pubes overwhelmed you in the best way possible and you could tell it also drove him wild.
After managing to move up and down again with less struggle, you glanced up, involuntarily moaning at the sight. Joost was back to watching you and he had the most pathetic, needy look on his face. Brows furrowed in pleasure while heavy eyes threatened to roll back, his plump lips parted and letting out tired whines between those shaky breaths.
"I'm close~" Joost sighed the words, completely in bliss.
You weren't cruel, but right now you had other plans for your poor boyfriend that didn't include letting him come down your throat. No matter how good he looked with that begging expression. Slowly, you pulled away, running your tongue across the underside in the process and watching the string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock break in what was a downright filthy sight. His half-lidded eyes quickly widened at your interruption, pretty mouth opening and closing without knowing what to say. You didn't need his words, though. You could read his thoughts perfectly in that moment.
"I know..." You took his dick in your hand, stroking it with a firm grip. "But you're not coming in my mouth this time."
Joost stared at you with his best puppy dog eyes, but you ignored it and pointed his hard length slightly up to his face while you kept jerking it off. It took his mushy brain a few seconds to understand what you were planning to do, but once he figured it out, he complained in a lazy voice.
"Careful not to get any cum on my shirt. I'm wearing it to the concert tonight, liefjeee!"
"It won't get on your shirt, don't worry."
"Babe. Then I'll have to change my whole outfit if it does."
You shook your head with a smile and lifted the fabric with your free hand, revealing his hairy chest.
"Better?"
"Mhm~" He hummed weakly, so close to his orgasm. "Y-You're gonna make me come on my tummy?"
"Yes, but don't you worry. I'll clean the mess, okay, angel?"
"Okay~" He parroted dumbly.
"You just worry about letting go all over yourself."
"Yes~" Another sweet, mindless answer. "Please?" He asked simply, but you knew exactly what he was referring to.
"Yes, you can come, baby."
His hips twitched involuntarily as you gave him permission, and in a matter of seconds, white ropes shot out of his cock, painting his tummy and a bit of his chest. Maybe it had been a good idea to get the shirt out of the way. His moans of pleasure filled the room, stealing your attention from the mess on his stomach and directing it to his pretty face. Blue eyes slowly opening while he recovered from the aftershocks, and disappearing once again as he gave you a tender smile. You retributed it with one of your own, leaning down to kiss his pink, inviting lips and calming his labored breathing with your mouth.
“Perfect…” You whispered after pulling away, admiring his features for a moment. Then, you switched to trailing kisses down his jaw until they reached his chest. “You’re literally the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” Your tongue darted out to lick the drops of release that had missed his tummy. “The most beautiful person.” More kisses met his skin as you finally got to his belly, licking a long stripe there. After releasing your grip on his shirt - which stayed glued to his chest - you held his waist again, kneading it as you cleaned the mess on his stomach. “Can’t wait to see you on stage tonight. You’re gonna crush it, like you always do.”
“Thanks, babe.” He tried to suppress his giggles as your tongue tickled his skin. “I’m gonna make sure to move my hips just for you.”
“Mmm, in this outfit? Oh my, I’m drooling already.” You purposely let a string of saliva dribble from your mouth onto his sticky stomach. He laughed as you immediately lapped at it, amused by your silly antics.
“How are you even gonna hold it together during the show?”
“I won’t. That’s why I need my fix now.” You showered his belly with kisses. “… and after.” You alternated the gentle pecks with slow licks, giving it all the attention you could and moaning softly at the taste of his cum.
“You sound like an addict.” Joost chuckled.
“That’s because I am one. I’m completely addicted to you.” After a good cleaning of the sticky fluid, you moved to kiss the curve of his waist. “I still think your body is a blessing. Just look at you… Perfect from head to toe.” You mouthed at his skin before pulling away. “And all mine.”
Neither of you remembered the abandoned cans of Monster anymore - the reason why this all had started. Turns out, all that Joost really needed was at the hotel. And currently laying on top of his body, worshipping it like it was their last day on earth.
Oh of course I know you hehehe so I think you’re gonna like this oooone 🤭 Thank you for the support always <3
YOUR BODY IS SO SWEET
Joost x male!reader
Description: Basically, you add the frosting to Joost’s muffin top, iykwim 🤭 And worship the hell out of his chest and tummy <3
Warnings: Smut (+18 ‼️), anal, nipple play, masturbation, rutting/grinding, belly cum-shot, cum licking, hickies, and biting if u squint
Word count: 1.7k
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Rhythmic thumping noises hammered against the wall, groans and panting making the atmosphere heavy as the smell of sweat mixed with sex. It was downright filthy. The way Joost's moans filled the room as you mercilessly pounded into him. Long legs thrown over your shoulders while cute little gasps and whimpers of pleasure left his lips every time you hit his sweet spot. He was beautiful like this. His tattooed arms rested by his head, allowing you to really see his exposed body. To watch how his tummy jiggled with every move of your hips, how his chest did too. His cock tapping on his fuzzy belly. Untouched - just like you had ordered - and leaking pre-cum all over the hair there. You couldn't help yourself from smearing it on his tummy, listening to his whines as you purposely ignored his aching dick just to play with his pouch.
"Look at this... your belly is the cutest thing!" You commented as you squeezed it a little. "So sexy, all soft and fuzzy..."
Your fingers gathered a bit more of his pre-cum before moving to his perky nipples and using the slick liquid to gently massage them. The combination of your hard thrusts and the teasing to his chest had him turning to putty in your hands.
"And your chest... you're just perfect all over, aren't you?" You rolled a nipple between your fingers, making his moans turn into incoherent babbling. "I know, baby, I know. You have very sensitive nipples, don't you?"
"Please please please, can I touch myself? Please?" He wasn't even registering your words. His mind only making out the soft cooing tone, too desperate to have some kind of attention given to his hard dick.
"Since you asked so nicely, I suppose I-"
He didn't even let you finish, already moving a hand to his needy member and sighing in relief. You smiled at his fucked out yet blissful expression, never stopping the movement of your fingers on his nipple, though.
"I'm close, liefje~" He panted as his strokes began speeding up. "So so so close~ Faster, please~"
You complied, picking up the pace and straight up slamming your hips into him. Your other hand coming up so you could hold both of his breasts. Joost wasn't the only one getting close, but you tried not to come before he did. His pleasure was your priority. You wanted to see his gorgeous blue eyes roll back from your brutal thrusts. But oh how his moans were making it so hard not to spill inside his tight heat already. And that face. Eyebrows furrowed, pleading eyes struggling to stay open and pretty little mouth agape, opening and closing slightly in silent sounds that quickly turned into loud, high-pitched whines. Joost could never stay quiet for long. And you were so glad for it. He always sounded fucking delicious.
"Baby, 'm gonna come, I can't- I'm gonna-" His free hand gripped one of your arms. However, he didn't push it away, allowing you to continue the sweet torture to his sensitive chest.
"Come for me, handsome. Come all over that pretty tummy of yours."
He didn't have to be told twice. In a matter of seconds, his sounds became even louder, tattooed fingers squeezing your arm while his hole did the same to your cock. Then, one after another, white spurts of his sticky cum landed on his belly.
"D-Damn, baby..." You stuttered as you felt your release approaching. "What a- vision." The last word left your lips in a grunt.
Once you were on the verge of spilling, you pulled out from the warm embrace of his walls, straddling him so you could start rutting against his tummy. His cum made it way easier to rub your dick all over the fuzzy, soft skin. And way more erotic. The way you were using his tummy to get off was driving you both insane. Your deep groans harmonized with his weak little whimpers in an aphrodisiac symphony, causing you to hide your face in his neck as you came closer to finishing. Your hands found his breasts again, groping them while the friction quickly drove you over the edge. The heat between your bodies increased as a warm, sticky mess joined his, leaving you panting heavily against his neck.
"Look at what your tummy made me do." You mumbled into his skin, palms starting to lazily move over his chest. "Your gorgeous, sexy tummy."
"I'm starting to think you have some kind of obsession with my tummy." His voice was equally as weak and breathless, but his words made you laugh. You pulled away from his warmth so you could look at him.
"You think?"
"And my chest." He added as you kept kneading it. "Seriously, I feel like you never let go of it." Despite the half-hearted complaint, Joost had a grin on his face.
"Not my fault it's so squishy." You squeezed it for emphasis. "And delicious..." Your head dipped down so you could lick a long stripe across his chest. "My poor thing is all dirty, isn't he? Covered in such a mess." A teasing tongue swirled around one of his nipples. "But don't worry, I'm gonna clean you up real good."
You kept lapping at the sensitive spot, planting some kisses there between your determined licks. The pre-cum from earlier was quickly being replaced by your saliva as you worked on him. Tired whines would leave his lips from time to time - a way of telling you how good he was feeling, as well as overstimulated. After torturing his poor nipple for a while, you moved to the double one, taking it into your mouth and sucking gently. His hand desperately buried in your hair at the sensation, fingers gripping the soft locks as he tried not to squirm too much.
"I love your chest." You said once you took a small break from worshipping it. "Love how big it is, how hairy, how sensitive..." Your thumb rubbed over his double nipple, giving it some more attention. "Especially these." A little smirk crossed your face as you kept teasing the area.
"You're gonna get me hard again." He whined.
"Good. Second round I'll come all over your boobs."
He rolled his eyes at your mischievous expression, but you could see the hint of a smile on his lips.
"You’ve just cleaned them! Well, let's call that cleaning..."
"That's okay, I don't mind cleaning them again." Your grin just widened. "And I know you also don't mind. In fact, you love it."
"You're a perv!" He laughed. "You and your weird fetishes..."
"It's not a 'weird fetish'. It's just me loving my boyfriend's body. What? Don't tell me I can't."
"Of course you can."
"That's what I thought." You huffed, trying to put on a serious face, but failing miserably.
Your lips returned to his body immediately, kissing his chest some more, and then trailing down his pale skin until they reached his Rayquaza tattoo. Your mouth decided to spend a generous amount of time on it - licking, kissing, sucking... A few drops of both of your releases having made it to the ink on his stomach earlier and now letting their taste be known on your tongue.
"Mmm, what are you doing?"
"Painting Rayquaza." You said between hickies.
"You kinda already did that."
"'M doin' it in a different way now." Your words were barely audible from the way you had your lips pressed to his skin. Red marks - that would soon turn a purple-ish color - starting to appear on it.
Joost didn't stop you nor complained. He just let you proceed with your journey on his body - although, not without squirming a bit. Once you were satisfied with the number of hickies you had left, you moved to his belly, licking the combination of your cum with his and letting out little hums at the taste.
"I love coming on your tummy." You gave it a peck. "It looks even sexier covered in cum. My cum and yours." Your tongue returned to the task at hand, cleaning him up in the most loving way possible.
A tattooed hand buried itself in your hair as he sighed from pleasure. This time, it wasn't tugging on your strands, it wasn't desperate. It was simply resting there, scratching softly and encouraging you to keep worshipping his body. At that, you decided to start kneading the skin. Fingers squeezing and palms massaging it gently, never stopping - even as your mouth pulled away.
"Think you're all cleaned up now." You glanced up before giving another sweet kiss to his belly. "You're so squishyyy!" You suddenly let out through gritted teeth in a cute-aggression way, immediately planting a series of rough pecks all over the fuzzy pouch. "Can I take a bite?"
He giggled, both from the repetitive bumps of your lips to his skin and from your silly question.
"Are you gonna listen to me if I say no?"
"Not really." You grinned, not waiting a second more and literally biting him.
"Ow!" Joost pretended to pout. "Babe!"
"Sorry!" You apologized in a half-hearted way. “Couldn’t help myself.”
You knew Joost was just being dramatic, whining about how rough you were, when in reality he could never stop the sweet giggles from escaping his mouth. But because you were a good boyfriend who took pity on your adorable one, you began caressing the area you had bitten with little kitten licks.
"There, there... better?"
"Mhm..." He nodded his head, the cute pout still on his lips.
"How about a kiss?" Your mouth met his tummy again in a gentle peck.
"Think I'm gonna need more... it was a really rough bite, you know?" He tried to hide the smile that kept threatening to appear.
"Oh I see..." You answered with one of your own. However, you let yours shine proudly. "More kisses, huh?"
You complied, showering his belly with affection. He melted as you kept worshipping it, eyelids battling to stay open from how relaxed he was - and from how spent you had made him. After a couple of minutes of lavishing Joost with love, you finally noticed how tired you actually were too. You couldn't help but rub your face all over him, sleep getting to you. With a huff, you let your head thump against his belly, cheek pressed to his skin as you surrendered to the feeling. A warm hand searched for yours, and before you even registered the gentle squeeze of his fingers, you fell asleep, lulled by the soft rise and fall of his tummy.
The most comfortable pillow you could ever ask for.
for your 1+5 sentence request, puppy!joost x male reader
Fucking him doggy style and it feels sooo good, he can't help from squirming and whining and wagging that cute tail as you're actively thrusting into him ...
Ooooh 👀 Thanks for the request, mootie! Hope you like iiiit :D
The sound of skin to skin echoed through the small bedroom, not loud enough to overpower the needy whimpers and whines that came from the sweet puppy boy beneath you, though.
“Tsk tsk tsk, on all fours, baby.” You pulled him up by his collar once his weak, fucked out body started trying to slide down to press his face into the pillows. He whined, trying desperately to keep his shaky arms steady, every thrust from you just making it even more difficult.
“Mm~! But my arms are tired~” He complained, but you knew it was only half-hearted since the movements of his tail gave him away.
“Yeah? Puppy’s getting tired? That tail still has a lot of energy, though, wagging like crazy…”
Joost blushed as you called him out. He did love the feeling of his boyfriend mercilessly pounding into him from behind while he just had to take it and stay in position. The tiredness in his arms actually just added to the sensation, but the need to squirm from pleasure was overwhelming.
“You’re gonna have to behave a little longer for me, okay?” You cooed at him. “I promise I’m almost done and then you can rest your pretty arms.”
He knew that was a lie. You were nowhere near done with him. And thank God, because he definitely didn’t want you to be.
Author’s Note: This fic was inspired by this video and, even though I’m currently working on Heavenly Bloodsucker part 2, I had to get this out of my system first. I wrote this in a horny daze, enjoy 😍
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You and Joost had been dating for a few months now. It was becoming more than just some casual relationship, so you two decided to have a sleepover. Your nights always ended with Joost begrudgingly leaving your place after a heavy make out session and handjobs or an occasional blowjob from you. Until a thought came to mind: 'What if he didn't have to leave?'. You'd be able to spend the evening with him, watching a movie in your pajamas, limbs tangled and kisses being shared, until the sound of the TV became background noise as you focused on not gagging on your boyfriend's dick. It would be perfect to fall asleep in his arms after some good sex, and then wake up to see that gorgeous man lying beside you. Just the thought made you want to be all over Joost right that moment, even if you two would be together in bed in a matter of minutes. So that's what you did. You finished putting on your shirt and padded towards the half-open door of the bathroom, where your boyfriend was. A cheeky smile formed on your lips as you pushed it open to reveal him brushing his teeth, and in a smooth motion, you immediately hugged his waist.
"Hey, babyyy," You purred close to his ear, caging him between your body and the sink. "Are you almost done?"
"Almost." He replied with his mouth full, making the answer pretty much unintelligible. "Just need to finish brushing my teeth and then I'll join you in bed." His free hand squeezed yours for a second before returning to the edge of the cold porcelain.
"Hurry, I'm-"
The words caught in your throat as you saw the way he brushed his tongue. Toothbrush deep inside that pretty mouth and not a single gagging sound leaving those lips. He maintained the same expression, not even struggling. It was as if this was just an everyday thing. Well, to him it probably was. It was only something as innocent as brushing his teeth. But to you? It was enough to send sparks of electricity through your body. The sight made you hot all over and you immediately felt your dick have a reaction to it. It lasted for a few seconds, but it seemed like the time slowed down as you looked at the way his hand moved. Up and down. Up and down. Fingers wrapped around the toothbrush, the motion reminding you of when they were wrapped around a different thing. And the lack of a gag reflex making you wish his mouth was taking said thing.
He leaned over the sink to spit, his innocent blue eyes meeting yours through the mirror - completely oblivious to the effect he had on you, and actually looking kind of confused as to why your mouth was agape.
"What?"
"How can you do that without gagging?" The words left your still parted lips.
"Do what? Brush my teeth?" He chuckled, turning to face you.
"No, your tongue. You brushing your tonsils or...?"
He giggled and wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer until the front of your boxers was pressed against his.
"Don't tell me you gag while brushing your teeth?" His smirk was downright cocky, but his eyes displayed a clear fondness.
"No... But if I brushed my tongue like that, I would."
"Funny... you don't seem like the type who gags. You've taken bigger things than a toothbrush and you behaved like a champ."
"Shut up!" You smacked his arm, earning another chuckle from him.
"Hey! It was a compliment!"
"Don't care. Don't change the subject."
"What subject, huh?"
"Your lack of a gag reflex!"
"Mmm, so that's what this is about... You're having dirty thoughts just from watching me brush my teeth, aren't you?"
You immediately flustered at the question. When he put it like that, it made you seem like a pervert. Maybe you were. When it came to Joost, everything he did always got you all hot and bothered. And apparently, seeing him brush his teeth was no exception.
"Maybe..." You replied in a fake cocky tone, trying not to show your embarrassment. "Maybe I am, yeah. Got a problem with that?"
"Oh, no, of course not." He raised his hands with a cheeky smile, pretending to surrender. "Please proceed with your hungry staring."
"Staring? I can't settle for that!" It was your turn to grin as you reached up and grabbed one of his wrists, dragging him to the bedroom.
"Gonna test my lack of a gag reflex?"
"Yes. Let's see what else that pretty mouth can take without gagging." You gave him the filthiest smirk, almost devouring him with your eyes.
Soon, your hands matched that hungry look and started roaming over his body, squeezing and rubbing every inch they could reach. They spent a few good minutes on his curvy waist, kneading the skin there, while your mouth met his in desperate, needy kisses. His soft whines turned into a breathy gasp as he felt you grab his ass - hard - followed by a squeak at being pulled down with you to lie on the bed. Your smirk only widened at that, greedy hands sprawled over his cheeks in a possessive way.
"So thick~" You sighed against his neck before covering it in quick, open-mouthed kisses.
You were crazy about Joost's body. It was so perfect. Big hips, beautiful curves, that cute tummy, his meaty thighs... his ass... so round and perfect for squeezing. Every part of him was perfect to squeeze, in fact.
"You are so sexy~" You muttered, completely lost in the gorgeous man on top of you. "I need that pretty mouth on me." Your thumb played with his lower lip, threatening to slip inside. To your surprise, he immediately tried to take your finger between his lips. That earned him a chuckle as you pulled your hand away. "Tsk tsk tsk, forget my fingers and focus on my dick, baby."
He whined, but eventually pushed up your shirt just enough to reveal your stomach and allow him to trail down loving pecks until he reached the waistband of your boxers. He glanced up, for a matter of seconds, with a teasing look. You didn't even have the time to process it before he was burying his face in your crotch - rubbing his nose against your hard, clothed length. His tattooed hands rested on your thighs - not gripping, not moving, just... there. For comfort. He showered the fabric with kisses and you had to suppress a gasp. And way more than that when he started mouthing at the wet spot in your underwear.
"Joost~"
"Mm, what is it, baby?" He reluctantly pulled away, looking into your eyes with his blue ones. Without breaking eye-contact, he dove back in for a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to the outline of your tip, visible through your boxers. "What do you need?" Another sloppy kiss. "Mm?" And another. And a couple more, while he waited for your reply, which seemed to be stuck in your throat. He was so pretty. But also a tease.
Thank God you knew how to deal with some teasing.
One of your hands went to his hair, gently caressing the back of his head with a weak smirk.
"Such a fucking tease." Your fingers moved to mess with his bangs in a dangerously slow motion.
He just kept looking up at you, eyes getting half-lidded at your soft tone and movements, but you could tell he was anticipating a change in your sweet attitude. You were being too gentle. He knew you were going to tug on his hair or push him down anytime soon.
Except you didn't.
He started getting nervous, impatient. Just the effect you were planning to have on him - making him wait for something that wasn't going to happen. And a nervous and impatient Joost made a needy Joost. And a needy Joost? Well, let's just say he loses the will to tease.
"Liefjeee~"
"Mm, what is it, baby?" You copied his previous words, never stopping the caresses. "What do you need? Mm?"
And that was when he realized you had switched the dynamic.
But he didn't mind. He was too needy to care. Plus, he loved letting you take control while he just let go of everything. All he had to worry about was making you feel good. And that was the only thing on his mind as he started pulling your boxers down, too restless to wait.
"I asked you a question. Use your words, pretty boy." You couldn't help but tease him some more. He huffed before replying.
"Need you~ Need your dick."
"All yours, handsome." You lifted your hands in mock surrender, letting go of his hair.
He got rid of your boxers with a contented sigh. Your cock sprung free in a very provocative way for how horny he was. His right hand made its way up your thigh, tattooed fingers immediately wrapping around your dick and starting to stroke you at a slow pace.
"I missed this." He whispered without looking away from his movements on you, his gaze a mixture of hunger and neediness. You had to admit it was a very hypnotic sight. The familiar up and down motion with that dark 1983 tattoo adorning his knuckles... it made you so weak. "Can't wait to taste you." He spoke again, this time glancing up at your dazed expression.
You tried to answer him, to say something - anything - but the words wouldn't come out. Joost's soft blue eyes made you forget everything except for his name. You took his face in your hands, letting both of your thumbs rub against his sideburns, admiring his features.
"You're gorgeous." The murmur escaped you. "I also can't wait to feel your mouth on me." You finally managed to say.
He gave you the most precious smile, followed by the filthiest move - thumb scooping up the pre-cum that had formed at your tip, and bringing it to his lips, swirling his tongue around it in a suggestive way. Your jaw dropped and he giggled. He had the audacity to giggle. That cute breathy giggle you loved so much. You closed your mouth, trying to suppress a smile at hearing that contagious laughter - and failing miserably, ending up just looking at him with a stupid one plastered on your face.
"You're staring." He said between chuckles. But you didn't even have the time to reply because he quickly added, in a sultry voice: "I'll give you something to stare at~"
Joost leaned down, glancing up at you, almost as if he was waiting to see if you'd stop him. When you didn't, he gave a small, experimental lick to your cock. At your blissful sigh, he decided to continue - tongue dragging over the underside and swirling around the tip once it got there. You whined as he lapped at your sensitive spot. But eventually, that sweet torture ended when his lips wrapped around you, taking you all the way until they were touching the base.
"Oh my fucking God, Joost~"
He pulled away slightly so he could bob his head without your length hitting the back of his throat with every move. That big hand returning to stroke what his mouth wasn't reaching, while his long hair insisted on getting in the way, even if he kept trying to push it back. You couldn't help but let your fingers bury in the blonde strands, scratching softly and then gathering his hair to make a messy, improvised ponytail. He hummed at that, allowing you to follow his movements in a gentle manner. Your hold on his hair wasn't rough, you weren't pushing, pulling or even just gripping to get him still while you fucked his mouth. Nop, you were being so sweet. So sweet it made him melt. Even if he was submitting to you, he was the one in control of the rhythm. He decided the pace, when and how much he wanted to take. Of course he had nothing against you being more dominant with him. In fact, he loved it. But it felt nice to taste you properly, taking the time to actually feel the weight of your length on his tongue. Especially since it was his first time giving you a blowjob.
"You're being such a good boy for me, Joostie~" Your hand kept lazily following the bobbing of his head. "I always knew your pretty mouth was perfect for this."
He whined around your dick, grabbing your thighs and taking more and more of you until his nose was pressed against your pelvis. He stayed there for a bit, soft hums and whimpers leaving his mouth, which only made your cock twitch inside him and your eyes roll back from the pleasure. He started moving, making you feel the delicious sensation of your tip rubbing against the back of his throat. The stimulation to your shaft and tip was driving you crazy. And his needy, wet sounds definitely weren't helping.
"Jesus Christ, baby, I'm so close~"
He glanced up at you and God damn, if the world didn't stop for a moment. Watering blue eyes looking up while his big, plump lips worked around your length, saliva running down and pooling at the base. You weren't going to last even one more second.
"I can't- I'm gonna come, baby~ Can I do it on your face?" Your thumb caressed his cheek and he hummed approvingly.
As soon as you had his consent, you pulled on the makeshift ponytail, making him let go of your dick with a wet 'pop'. With your free hand, you held it and gently slapped it against his parted lips, moaning as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. He closed his eyes, letting your cum paint his features. Lips, mustache, cheeks and nose quickly got covered in your release as you rubbed your cock all over his face. After you were done, he slowly opened his eyes again, making sure you were watching as he licked his lips and tasted you with a contented hum. You let go of his hair, brushing it with your fingers instead, while you regained control of your breathing.
"Wow... How come we’ve never done this before?” You panted.
“I don’t know.” Joost giggled and touched his face, feeling the sticky fluid. “But we definitely need to do this again.”
“Agreed. It was amazing. You’re so good at this~”
“Thanks!” He smiled and brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting you yet again.
You admired the work of art in front of you for a few seconds. The most beautiful man covered in your release, smiling at you with that precious smile of his while licking his fingers. You almost didn’t want to clean the mess just so you could look at it a little longer. But between your filthy desires and your caring ones, those last eventually won and you took his face in your hands, bringing him closer for a kiss.
“Give me a second.” You murmured as you pulled away from his mouth to grab a tissue from the nightstand. Using the water bottle you also kept there, you dampened it and carefully started cleaning his face. “There we go… Gotta admit I was loving the sight, but we had to clean this pretty face eventually.”
He smiled, giving you those slow kitten blinks that made you melt.
“Don’t know why. I didn’t mind staying like that for a while longer.”
“Mhm, sure you didn’t, but I can tell you’re getting all sleepy, and then I wouldn’t have the guts to wake you up just to clean the mess.” You finished what you were doing, booping his nose with the tissue before tossing it to the floor.
“I’m not getting sleepy. I’m just… blissful.”
“Yeah, right.” You chuckled and pulled the blanket over the two of you. He instantly scrambled over to lie on your side, nuzzling against your neck. “Definitely not sleepy.” You smiled fondly and wrapped an arm around his waist.
“I’m not! We can still watch that movie we had planned, if you want.”
“You won’t even last the opening credits without falling asleep!” You laughed.
“I will! You can put it on.”
And so you did. But just like you had predicted, he immediately fell asleep, clinging to your torso and snoring softly against your neck. You couldn’t even blame him, you knew he was probably very tired. And apparently so were you. In a matter of seconds, you also fell asleep, holding Joost in your arms and feeling his scent and calm breathing while the movie kept rolling with neither of you paying attention to it.
