body worship w joost omgggg youre a genius
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.