hey gng so I sorta forgot about tumblr but uh ye. I decided to give you guys a little thingy. A bit ago I said I’d make friends to lovers Joost x F!reader. And I deliver. It’s plot for sex, trash buildup but trust I can do better when I don’t write on my notes app.
warning: sex, cursing, lover to friends to lovers?, smoking and drinking.
I’m a diva so this is badly written. Enjoy
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Joost moaned loudly as he fucked into you from behind, his grip on your hips slipping slowly, sweat from his forehead has dripped down onto his nose and in his mustache, then onto your damp back, a few drops already taking place there. If you could see him right now, you could’ve probably cum on the spot to be honest. Anyways, you were thinking a mix of “damn this is hot”, “whoa my gosh holy shit ” or something along the lines of wishing it would be real. But it is very real, although your drunk mind somehow couldn’t comprehend that it was. You had just been in a club like..2 hours ago!
You were on the dance floor, busting a move and a sweat with some of your close friends, when suddenly you had felt a hand around your waist. Can you guess who it was? Yes! Joost. He was your high school love, what a dream. You broke up because you thought his music shit was ridiculous, and to be fair, in that era it kinda was. Buuuut, now he was big. Like, BIG big, and saying that you wished you had kept him would be an understatement for sure. So, he lead you to one of the nearby booths, where some of his friends were. You created them with a polite, yet drunk smile (obviously), still very confused on why Joost had dragged you here.
“Hey, I hope you don’t mind how I dragged you here.” He said with a chuckle. “Nah nah it’s fine..it’s..mhm.” Yeha okay totally fine. “So uh..yeha no why DID you drag me here..?” You asked confused, which is obvious. He took a deep breath and then wheezed it all out again, awkward..
“I just wanted to talk. Yknow, I think it’s time we start talking again. N-not like that! But uh..just as friends. You’re a cool person! A-and I just..would like to know you again.” You could see the fear in his eyes. Poor guy. “Yeah no fasho, I agree. Erm..would you like to go dance then? You kinda pulled me away from my vibe.” You said, kind of throwing the conversation away, but still. He nodded and brought you back. And of course you dance together blah blah, fuckin romance. But all in all, it was very fun to do. After a bit, you both were panting and decided to take a break. He brought you back to his table, cuz why not. He and his other like..6-7 friends were going to go back to this Apson guy’s house and Joost just so happened to invite you to go with them. Maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to go with them, but you did anyway. Drunk impulse amiright??? So! There you were, smoking, laughing and drinking with 7 other people in the middle of a sorta fancy apartment. You yawned, pretty tired and let yourself fall back on the couch you were laying on. It was pretty peaceful. Oh shit, you forgot to text your girls! Oh well, they’ve all probably been getting it on with some dude and sleeping right now. Joost was sitting across from you and made a pick at your tiredness. Laughing, you agreed and asked if there was a bed you could stay in. Apson asked Joost to show you. Oh my goodness. So Joost led you up to the free room, you thanked him. “Hey, there’s some games in there, would you wanna play before you pass out?” Joost asked, seemingly friendly. “Yeah sure why not.” You agreed happily, inviting him in. Although, maybe you should’ve noticed the way he locked the door, as if he wouldn’t leave. You spent an hour playing different board games with Joost, laughing and catching up. He really hadn’t changed, had he? You lock eyes with him, and you catch his ones softening like butter in an oven. His blue eyes captivating yours, sucking you in. Just up and until they close, and so do yours. In a quiet kiss over the game of Uno. Fuck. Literally. He deepened the kiss by a hot shot. You saw the gist and immediately caught it. You stand up and strip. Putting your whole body on display as he glared wasn’t new. But he glared in a hungry way. He made sure to be giving you a nice little massage downstairs whilst getting his pants off and all his 1000 accessories. He led you to the bed, your panties already damp and a wet spot on them. Joost took them off carefully and put them in his pant pocket which was on the ground. You stared him confusingly, but whatever. He wasted no time in shoving his cock in. Yknow, he had changed. His dick was 4 inches bigger. He fucked you like you had been dating for years. “Fuck, J-Joost, Ngh!-“ god you couldn’t help yourself could you? “Ja, baby? Is that good? As good as before?” Fuck you, Joost. “Yes yes, fuck me! Ugh-Jo-“ Oh shut up, you whore. Your nails dug into Joosts perfect tattoos and skin, nothing was stopping you from going bone deep, just like nothing was stopping him from going balls deep. God, you hated to admit that it was heaven. Actual Heaven. You came in no time, and so did he. The funny thing is; he just wanted to become friends, and while you were, for like 2 hours, you still felt that attraction and love for him you thought you had lost. Safe to say you guys wouldn’t be so much as “friends” for a long time.
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