BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATER
Joost x gn!reader
Description: You come home feeling overwhelmed and exhausted. Thankfully, your boyfriend has a really inviting chest to comfort you.
Warnings: Hurt/comfort, literally just worshipping and playing with Joost’s tits, kissing and a tiny bit of motorboating (non-sexual) (condoms are briefly mentioned if that bothers some???), non dutch!reader
Word count: 2.5k
Author’s note: This was supposed to be just a snippet but I got carried away 😅 Not proof read! I just wanted to write a little smth about loving Joost’s body in a non sexual way.
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It was 2 AM once your feet finally reached the doorstep of your apartment. You jammed the key into the lock and opened it with the same sluggish movements that had brought you home, stumbling a bit in the process. You felt drunk. And this could perfectly be the aftermath of a night of drinking… Except it wasn’t. Not a single ounce of alcohol was running through your veins, just pure exhaustion. The kind that makes you disassociate from how tired you are. The one that makes mental exhaustion start to become physical. A general feeling in your body and mind. Worse than a hangover. A hangover usually means you spent the night partying and having fun, but this? This came from hours and hours of working like a dog. It wasn’t the “fun” type of headache.
You closed the door gently - or so it would appear if anyone was watching. In fact, you just didn’t have the energy to close it without it sounding like a murmur into the dark apartment. Even that little sound made you scrunch up your face. You just wanted quietness. And one specific soft voice adorning it. Slowly, you took off your shoes and made your way to where light shone from under the door. Of course he was still awake.
Joost didn’t even notice the door opening from how silently you had pressed on the handle. It was the corner of his eye that eventually caught your figure. Impossible not to when it was immediately walking to the bed. You dragged your tired body to the other side of the room, taking notice of your boyfriend’s lack of a shirt in the process. The sheets covered his torso, but you could still see part of the hair on his chest and the little ‘thanks for today’ tattoo. He was on his phone, scrolling through reels - judging by the sounds that came from it - but his eyes instantly focused on you the second he saw you. Tired, half-lidded eyes that insisted on not closing. He straightened up against the pillow that was supported by the headboard, hair clearly a bit messy from having been lying down for too long.
“Hey…” He greeted you with a smile. “Almost thought I’d fall asleep before you got ho-“ His voice faltered as he felt you slump heavily against his chest. “-me.” He finished the sentence in a breathy sigh as you knocked the breath out of him for a second. He laughed, but the way your limp body rested on his didn’t go unnoticed and he became more serious at that. The gesture wasn’t just a sweet ‘I missed you’. It was a desperate ‘I need you’. Cheek pressed against the sheets as you stared off into a random wall of the bedroom, heavy limbs tiredly abandoned by your sides, not even hugging him. “Oh, rough day, huh?”
You didn’t answer. At least not with words. Your hands gathered just enough strength to pull at the sheets, trying to reveal more of him. The fabric didn’t move since you were putting all of your body weight on it. An impatient huff left your lips as you struggled to get that thing off him without moving too much. It didn’t take long for you to understand that you did need to move if you wanted to feel his skin. You lifted your upper body slightly so you could shove the sheets down, quickly returning to your previous position on top of him, except this time you had his comfortable warmth against your cheek.
Joost tried to suppress a smile as you got settled on his chest. You looked just like a puppy, stubbornly pawing at their blankets to fluff their bed before slumping into it. Same thing. Except you didn’t want blankets, you wanted him. You needed him. And he knew now wasn’t the time to giggle at your cute behavior.
“I see…” He murmured, affectionately wrapping an arm around you. “You wanna talk about it?”
Another huff as you buried your face right between his pecs. His eyes widened slightly. It wasn’t that your behavior was a surprise - this wasn’t the first time you hid your face there - but it definitely caught him off guard.
“So I’m guessing that’s a no… it’s okay. We don’t have to talk… we can just… stay here.” His free hand went to your hair, gently caressing it.
Joost couldn’t help but worry. You were just lying there, feeling his scent and letting out little sighs, not even moving. For a second he wondered if you had fallen asleep, but your stillness didn’t last long. Without lifting your face from his chest, you moved your hands to his pecs, groping and squishing them against your cheeks.
“I love your boobs.” You mumbled against them.
At that, he couldn’t help but let out a genuine laugh, making you feel the vibrations against your face. He always found it adorable how you called his pecs ‘boobs’ and how much you adored them.
“Hello to you too.” He giggled. The sound so close to your ear.
You could be going through the worst time of your life, but every time you heard that man laughing, you felt something heal inside you. That’s why he was your safe space. The comfortable place you always turned to when you needed it. After feeling like a fucking dog all day, all week, he made you feel like a puppy - a very loved and cared for puppy. One that could easily nuzzle in his chest, like you were doing, and he would always let you. Even if you had completely ignored him once you got home, only now realizing the first words you spoke to him were about his boobs. Shit. Now you felt guilty. Your exhaustion had made you forget about everything except pressing your face against his warm, soft skin. With a lot of effort, you moved your head so you could rest your chin there instead and look up at him.
“Hi… Sorry, I’m just so tired… I didn’t mean to ignore you.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I understand.” He gave you a tender peck on the lips. “You’re feeling a bit overwhelmed, aren’t you?”
“Mhm…”
“I can tell.” Thick, tattooed fingers brushed through your strands. “But don’t worry, you didn’t ignore me. You’re actually giving me a lot of attention.” He smirked as he looked down at his own chest. That made you chuckle weakly.
“I didn’t say anything when I got home.”
“You immediately got into bed with me… I think that’s saying something.” He said with a smile.
“I didn’t even say hi! Nor acknowledged the fact that you waited for me to sleep…” You lazily nuzzled against his neck. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me.” He scratched your head in a gentle motion.
Silence filled the room again. He knew you were too tired to talk at the moment and he always respected that. He knew what it was like to feel overwhelmed and just need quiet comfort. And he was right: without words to reply to, you just let yourself inhale his scent, hiding in the crook of his neck. The smell of his body wash still lingered faintly on his skin - a sweet, feminine fragrance. Joost always smelled so good. Whether he reeked of alcohol, sweat and cigarettes right after a concert or emanated the aroma of fresh fruit after a shower, you were completely crazy about his scent. Your lips pressed a chaste kiss against his pale neck before following it up with a series of them until you were back to where you had started in the first place. He hummed as he felt you kiss his chest like it was something precious. And to you, it most certainly was. After worshiping that part of his body for a few moments, your face found the curve of his breasts again, burying itself there. It was warm and his chest hair felt really nice against your skin. The urge to rub your nose all over it was slowly consuming you. Too exhausted to even think about filtering your actions, you decided to do just that. At first, it started as just a gentle and slow motion of your head until it quickly turned into full on shaking it from side to side between his gorgeous tits while you held and pushed them closer to you.
“What are you doing?” Joost asked between giggles. He made no movements to stop you, but he couldn’t help the big grin on his face. “Is this how you deal with a difficult day at work?”
You stopped to properly look at him. The dark circles under your eyes still prominent, but now with a little smile accompanying them.
“Yes.”
“Well, I’m glad my boobs can be of some help.” He let out those cute breathy giggles of his and you melted.
“They’re VERY helpful. I feel better already.”
“Already? Wow, didn’t know they were that effective.”
“They are. Best reward after a stupid night shift.”
“Ja, I can tell my baby is more… talkative now.” He played with your hair.
“Yeah… I guess, yeah.” You hadn’t even noticed how your overstimulation and exhaustion seemed to be getting better. They weren’t hammering your head as much now. All thanks to Joost. You enveloped him in a hug. “I was just… tired.” The confession came naturally now. “I can’t keep working the night shift anymore… It’s killing me.” You felt his soft arms hugging you back as he listened. “I wasn’t even supposed to stay past 1 AM! That’s a whole hour they won’t pay me! A whole hour I could’ve been in your arms instead.”
“Oh mijn schatje…” He squeezed you tighter.
“And… and this job just sucks, overall. It’s so stressful. I’m not even sure if it’s worth the money anymore.”
“No job is worth the money if it ruins your mental health, baby. Your health in general. You look so tired…” His thumbs rubbed under your eyes, gently massaging the eye bags.
“I know… And I AM tired. My body feels so heavy.”
“My poor baby… C’mere.” He pulled you impossibly closer, peppering kisses all over your hair. “What do you say you go take a shower, change those dirty clothes and then join me in bed, hm? Tonight we’ll just cuddle and get a good night’s rest and tomorrow we’ll solve your problem, okay?”
“Nooo, I don’t really feel like doing all that. I just want the cuddles and sleep part now.”
“But you need to. You’ll feel better after, I promise.”
“In a second.” You stubbornly buried your face in his chest again.
“You promise that if I let you cuddle for a little longer that you’ll go take a shower and put on some clean clothes after?”
“Yeah yeah yeah, sure.” You mumbled against his skin, making him sigh. He wasn’t very convinced about your answer, but he also didn’t have the guts to pull you away.
Especially when you started kneading at his chest like a little kitten. Face down, but your hands never stopping. His tits were so soft and big, like a pair of comfy pillows. They made your mind feel fuzzy and your body warm every time. You could never simply be lying on his pecs, you always had to occupy your mouth with them. Be it kissing, licking, sucking, biting… And right now, the urge was definitely to cover them in kisses. You turned your head slightly so you could press your mouth to his skin. He melted at the way you were showering him with affection this time. Such lazy movements. It didn’t even seem like you were kissing, it felt more like you were just bumping your lips against his breasts - a gentle massage that was slowly lulling him to sleep. You two stayed like that for a while. Joost enjoying your soft display of love while you distributed pecks all over his chest. The sweet kisses started turning into open-mouthed ones, never losing their chaste intention, though. He whined quietly and his fingers immediately returned to your hair, scratching it lovingly. You couldn’t help but mouth at his perfect tits - the motion soothing something inside your brain and making an intense sleepiness wash over your body.
“Babe?” You spoke suddenly, muffled voice as your lips insisted on staying glued to his skin.
“Mm?”
“Can you speak Dutch to me?” Your eyes met his half-lidded ones in a quick glance as you asked that.
“You want me to speak Dutch?” He slurred the words with a little sleepy chuckle. You just hummed in approval. “Why?”
“I like hearing it. Hearing you. Feels nice.”
“What do you want me to say?” He asked with a dopey smile, trying to suppress a grin.
“Anything, it doesn’t matter. I just wanna fall asleep to the sound of your voice.”
“You do know you still have to take a shower and put on your pajamas, right?”
“I know.” You answered simply, not making any motion to actually get up. Your mouth was still against his chest, clearly showing him you weren’t planning on moving from that spot. He sighed.
“What do you want me to say in Dutch?”
“I already told you it doesn’t matter.”
“So I can just say what’s on our shopping list?” This time he wasn’t able to contain his grin.
“I mean… you could, but-“
“Oké, nou, kaas, brood-“
“No!” You giggled weakly, almost passing out from how tired you were, but still able to laugh at his antics.
“-Uien,” He continued while you protested. “Condooms-“
“No, no more- Wait, did you just say condoms?”
“That actually is on our shopping list, you know?”
You wanted to smack that stupid grin right off his face. Affectionately, of course.
“Oh and onions too.” He added.
“You were supposed to say sweet things!” You complained half-heartedly. “Or tell me a story or something… I don’t know.”
“Oké oké! Ik kan je vertellen hoe mooi je bent. Zou je dat leuk vinden?”
“Mhmm~” You hummed, instantly returning to kissing his squishy chest.
“Jij bent snel tevreden.” Joost said in a smitten tone, giving you those sweet head scratches.
You couldn’t understand a word of what that man said, but it was the most precious thing in the world to hear him speak his native language.
“Je bent zo zoet~ Mijn alles.”
He buried his face in your hair as you started giving him those lazy open-mouthed kisses on his chest again.
“Mm, je ruikt lekker… Zelfs na een nachtdienst.”
He kept complimenting you in Dutch until he felt your kisses stopping. He had a feeling he knew exactly why you had stopped.
“Liefje?”
No reply. Of course. Of course you had fallen asleep.
With his tit in your mouth.
He sighed, closing his eyes as he nuzzled his face into your hair, and whispered:
“You still need to change clothes, though.”