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Tattoos | Joost Klein

part 1 of the Groupie Love series (masterlist post to come soon)

Description: joost klein x groupie! f!reader- After reader’s third time seeing Joost perform live, she finally gets the courage to go up and talk to him following a brief encounter while he’s on stage, testing just how far she can take things with him.

content: 18+ ONLY, NSFW RPF- MDNI- oral(m) receiving, fingering, thigh riding, p in v, reader and joost are both so horny it kind of hurts, actually, smoking. (i think that is it, feel free to lmk if i missed something!) only lightly proofread.

full fic HERE !!!!!!! (still on tumblr dw)

sorry this is simply a redirection post... tumblr wont the og post show up in its proper tags BUT ITS ALL WRITTEN I PROMISE LMAO !

[bunny-pancake]

The sun was setting over Amsterdam, casting a golden glow over the canals and historic buildings. You were standing in line at a quaint little café, your mind wandering as you waited for your order. As you reached the counter, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

"Hey, excuse me, but I think you dropped this," the voice said, holding out a sketchbook. You turned around to see Joost Klein, the musician whose songs had been the soundtrack to your life for the past few years. He wore a warm smile and his trademark beanie.

"Oh, thank you!" you said, taking the sketchbook from his hands, your fingers brushing briefly. "I didn't even realize I'd dropped it."

"No problem," Joost replied, glancing at the cover of your sketchbook. "Do you mind if I take a look?"

A bit shy, you nodded. "Sure, go ahead."

Joost flipped through the pages, his eyes widening with each sketch. "These are amazing! You have a real talent."

Blushing, you shrugged. "I love drawing, especially when I'm inspired by something. Your music helps with that."

Joost's eyes lit up. "Really? That's awesome to hear. You know, I've always believed that art in all its forms is interconnected. Music, drawing, writing—they all come from the same place in the heart."

You nodded, feeling a spark of connection. "I totally agree."

"Hey, since we seem to have a shared appreciation for art, would you like to join me for coffee?" he asked, gesturing to an empty table by the window. "I'd love to hear more about what inspires you."

Surprised but delighted, you agreed. The two of you sat by the window, the golden light casting a warm glow over the table. As you talked, you discovered that Joost was not only a talented musician but also a genuinely kind and thoughtful person. He listened intently as you shared stories about your life, your art, and the moments that had shaped you.

In return, Joost shared anecdotes from his tours, his creative process, and the ups and downs of his career. His eyes sparkled with passion as he spoke, and you found yourself completely captivated.

Hours passed without either of you noticing. The café began to empty, and the sky outside turned from gold to deep blue. Joost glanced at his watch and chuckled. "Wow, I guess we lost track of time."

You smiled, feeling a warmth in your chest that you hadn't felt in a long time. "I guess we did

Joost leaned forward, his expression sincere. "I don't know about you, but I'd love to see more of your sketches. Maybe we can hang out again sometime?" Your heart skipped a beat. "I'd like that."

As you exchanged numbers and said your goodbyes, you couldn't help but feel that this was the beginning of something special. Joost waved as he walked away, and you clutched your sketchbook to your chest, a smile spreading across your face. The evening had been unexpected, but it had also been perfect.

And as you walked home under the starlit sky, you knew that this was only the start of your adventure with Joost Klein.