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Written by: Eva Shtark (@shnsoull ← my telegram channel ) & sickjunkdotcom

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★★★ Part 1 — The Backstory (by Eva Shtark)

You had been friends since tenth grade. Joost knew everything: that you hated olives, that you were afraid of thunder, that you still slept with a panda plushie. You knew everything about him. You were inseparable. Classmates would ask when you were going to start dating. You'd brush them off: "We're just friends." But you were lying. You had been in love with him since you were fourteen.

He didn't know. Or pretended not to. You were afraid to confess because your friendship was worth more than that.

Everything fell apart a month ago. Rumors started spreading at school that you were dating an upperclassman named Hans. Nonsense. You were just working on a biology project together. But who would listen? Hans gave you a ride home a couple of times. Once you had coffee after school. That's it. But gossip blew it up into a full-blown romance.

Joost went silent. He stopped waiting for you after class. Didn't text on Instagram. You thought he was sick. Then — that he was upset about something. But he just disappeared. He answered in monosyllables, turned away during breaks at your university. You didn't understand what you had done wrong.

Today you found out the truth. A friend sent you a screenshot of his post on a private account. The text hit you like a punch to the gut:

*"I knew right away — she's the one I'd been looking for. Butterflies swelling in my stomach, even though I didn't let them in. Her eyes... But in my head I hear a voice that says: 'Stop, you idiot! She's someone else's woman! There's a name for this, and that name is sin.'"*

You read it and couldn't believe it. He thought you were taken. He decided that Hans was your boyfriend. And instead of asking, he just backed off. Locked himself up in his pride and hurt. And all this time you were racking your brain, wondering what you had done to upset him.

You found him after class. Grabbed him by the sleeve, pulled him into an empty classroom.

"Joost…"

"What?" he answered coldly.

"You're an idiot."

He smirked, but his eyes stayed tense.

"Thanks."

"I'm not dating Hans. I never was. We had a group project, you wooden-headed idiot."

He froze. The color drained from his face, then rushed back.

"What?"

"That's what. I'm single. I've been single. And if you had asked instead of inventing drama for yourself, we would have already…"

You didn't finish. He was looking at you as if you had just risen from the dead.

"The ring?" he asked hoarsely. "On your finger?"

"My grandmother's. I always wear it. Don't you remember? I told you ages ago."

He covered his face with his hands.

"I'm a moron."

"A moron," you agreed.

He lowered his hands. Looked into your eyes.

"And if I had told you… earlier. That you're not just a friend. That I…" He trailed off.

"That you what?" you asked quietly.

"That I love you. Since ninth grade."

The room was silent. Sunlight streamed through the window, dust motes dancing in the air. And you stood there looking at your best friend, who had just confessed to the very thing you had been afraid to admit for years.

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★★★ Part 2 — After the Confession (by sickjunkdotcom)

all you could do was adore the sight before you. he was shy, all of a sudden. how gorgeous he was. you always thought so.

how beautifully the sunlight complimented his skin, eyes, everything.

"you haven't told me this," you reached out your hand to grab his own, in which you could feel his breathing hitch, and you weren't feeling any different either, heart pumping in your chest at a rate you were afraid he'd hear.

"thought you were with him," his voice was so small, it was sweet. you hadn't seem him like this before, he was always so confident and cocky. "well i'm not.." your thumb grazing his skin, tracing right where his usb tattoo would be.

he looked at you. anticipation, expectation in his eyes. like all he needed was a single word, and he'd be ready to do whatever it is you wanted.

you leaned a bit closer. listening as he sucked in a small breath through his nose, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips before focusing on your eyes.

the tension was starting to build up, and you had no problem feeding further into it.

"what are you thinking about, joost?" your voice had come out more sultry than you had intended it to. and it got a reaction out of him. one you needed to see again.

his lips parted in a soft mewl before he murmured, "vertel me wat je wilt doen.." his hand squeezing yours with a subtle urgency.

you looked at him for a moment. only leaning closer and closer, listening to the way his breathing slightly grew heavier, from how close you were to him. just within hands reach, like he could just grab you and kiss you right there.

and it seemed that you had read his thoughts.

"i'd like for you to kiss me," you almost whispered, your tone hushed, and shy, matching his very own, almost having to stand on your tip-toes to be leveled with him.

he found it amusing. but instead he just bit back a smirk and licked his lips, ready to risk it all. to have you right there, not caring about who could see.

despite his thoughts, he knew he had to hold back.

"later," he said in a soft tone, free hand moving to cup the side of your face, his thumb on your cheekbone, gaze determined and clouded with desire, admiration.

"you'll have me all for yourself later, liefde," he felt that he had to say it because lord knows, he couldn't hold back from you. "we have to be alone when i have you."

you were disappointed, but at the same time, excited, anticipated, almost restless. you needed to have him.

"okay.." you sighed, and he chuckled. "Heb geduld, mijn liefste. you'll have to wait."

every minute felt like an hour.

it was already your final lecture of the day, and god were you struggling to focus.

you had always wondered what he was like as a partner. since you two were friends, with undisclosed feelings towards each other, it came to you that he was probably thinking of you in that way, too.

and it would be a lie to say it didn't bring a smile to your lips.

your mind, corrupted and clouded by thoughts of him, didn't even take in your surroundings as people around you clattered and shuffled to leave the lecture.

it was over.

you moved with urgency, gathering your things and heading outside, looking for him through the endless crowd of people.

thankfully due to him being freakishly tall, it wasn't very hard to spot his platinum locks, not very far from you.

once he locked eyes with you, he smiled, taking long strides to make way to you in the quickest way he could, without seeming too desperate.

when you saw him, your previous thoughts started creeping back.

what was he like as a partner? what was he like.. in bed? is he rough? talkative? is it as big as the rest of him--

your thoughts are cut short by the sound of his voice.

"you okay, liefde? you look like you've seen a ghost."

once your lips parted, all that could escape was a shaky sigh, which made him chuckle.

he loved the state he had you in, despite having done nothing to you yet.

despite there being plenty of people around the both of you, your determination had crossed the lines of decency.

his hand cupped your jaw, his thumb on your chin, making you look up at him.

"were you thinking about me?" he asked, in that confident tone, like he knew every filthy nook and cranny in your brain, could read every relentless thought behind those eyes of yours.

"yes.." you responded, almost instantly, pathetically. "the entire time. i need to have you now," you so badly ached to have his big, firm hands on your waist, those pretty lips against yours, or whispering filthy things in your ear.

normally, he would play along, poke fun at you, tease you further to watch you go crazy for him. but he couldn't, not here. he needed to have you just as bad.

"then let's go to yours," he almost purred, his tone almost hypnotizing, sucking in a breath before speaking again. "Ik denk niet dat ik langer zou kunnen zonder je aan te raken."

"Je maakt een puinhoop, doll," his voice was edging on shaky, desperate, broken. "making a mess on my dick.. zo'n slut," a weak chuckle escaping his lips.

still trying to be cocky, even while his voice was trembling. "your body was made for me, liefde.." it was like he could read your thoughts. "godver, wat ben je mooi.." he praised, looking at you intently.

it didn't take long for his grip to falter, for his thighs to tremble, for his movements to grow less firm and more urgent. the moans he was drawing out of you were loud, shameless.

you needed him to know how badly you needed this, too. "mmh..! aah.." you wanted to get your words out, but you couldn't. not when the guy you've fallen for was finally inside you, and god, did he look beautiful.

he had noticed, of course he did. carefully stilling you on his cock with a stronger grip now, while you were still trying to process the way he was using your body like this, having you in the air where you had to rely on his grasp.

"what's on your mind, mijn engel? hm?" his voice has a trembling undertone, with the way it practically rasped, growled, your body had a natural reaction. your cunt, already tight on his member, clenched around him, ripping an honest moan from his throat.

with that, he almost broke. you could see it in his helpless gaze that he needed more. "have your way with me, joost.." you managed to whine out.

surprisingly, he didn't respond.

he acted.

he moved you around, manhandled you by holding you against the wall now, fucking you right against it with almost frantic urgency.

"ahh..! joost..!" you cried out, your hands still on his shoulders, your nails now carefully digging into the smooth, delicate flesh there. "oh, god..!"

"you think you can just.. say things like this..? hm..?" the way he managed to keep his defiance despite his body trembling, despite the clear affect your pussy had on him.

"'M gonna cum..!" you cried out, your nails still scratching at his back muscles, bringing a soft wince out of him, but it was clear he loved it, enjoyed every last bit of it.

"ja.. me too, liefde.." his voice, coming out like a short mewl. "you feel so good.. need you to cum for me, sweetness.. bitte.." he leaned closer, now at the crook of your neck, planting gentle pecks there.

your hand was now on the back of his neck, the other pulling him flush against you. you didn't want him to lean back, wanted to feel his warmth after so long of aching for this, for him.

his thrusts are now deliberate. he wasn't fucking you just to fuck you, he needed you to feel how much he starved for you, how good you made him feel, how every time you looked at him, he was a complete mess.

you didn't need him to announce his climax, because with the way his hips stuttered, his breathing shook, the way he was mumbling sweet little nothings against your skin while nipping on it desperately was enough.

you came with him, the same pleasure washing over both of your bodies. your grip on him only tighter, like you were scared of him pulling away, pulling out.

his body was trembling, so was yours. you had reached a height of ecstasy not even the strongest drug could bring you and you didn't want it to stop.

he could barely catch his breath before he dug his teeth into your skin, drawing a shaky moan out of you. not hard enough to draw blood, but just hard enough to mark his territory.

he pulled back, letting his tongue lay flat on the mark he left on you, a short breathy giggle leaving his lips.

"you're too good.. such a good girl for me, honing.." he looked at you with almost tired eyes, his chest rising and falling. your hand slid from the back of his neck to the side of his face, getting a proper look at the beautiful boy before you.

he slowly, gently pulled you off his cock, but he didn't let go of you. rather than, carrying you to your bed, carefully laying you down to help support your back.

"you just stay right there for me, oké?"

you were still dazed, almost tired now, looking up at him from your current point of view. "mm.. where you goin'?"

he chuckled at the sultry tone of your voice as he slid his boxers back on. "gotta clean you up, don't i, doll?"

you nodded, your legs still parted, thighs shuffling nervously as he left the room.

and he came back not very long after, with a glass of water and a towel. "sit up," his tone was so gentle, like he didn't want you to think he was ordering you around.

you complied, carefully sitting up now. once you did, he handed you the glass. "have this," you were so content, relaxed. you hadn't been properly taken care of after sex in a while.

while you gulped down the water, quenching your thirst, he wasted no time, carefully and deliberately wiping you clean of his cum and your own, not wanting to to cause too much friction.

you watched as he cleaned you up. the silence was nice, sweet. looking at him with adoration, admiration. and it's like he didn't even notice. too focused on taking care of you.

he reached to where he tossed his shirt, now looking toward you. "lift your arms," he was giving you his shirt. aw, how sweet.

you settled the glass down on your nightstand, carefully lifting your arms, letting him gently put it on you.

"beautiful," he purred, his voice like silk. "je bent zo mooi." he shifted, settling down beside you, gesturing you to come closer.

you did just that, now laying on top of him, his hands tracing gentle shapes down your spine and on your back, holding you close to him.

"hou van je," his tone was gentle, relaxed, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "have always loved you, since i've known you."

you chuckled, feeling yourself drift off to sleep. the warmth radiating from his body, the soothing drawl of his voice, it was all too relaxing.

"mm.. love you, josie.." you mumbled, the world around you fading, which you didn't mind.

as long as you laid in his arms, you could be anything, anyone, do whatever.

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★★★ The End ദ്ദി＞ᴗ＜)🎀✧

Inspired by the song (Sin)

Collab by Eva Shtark & sickjunkdotcom

awww :(((

More of my fave fits on him, he looks so DELICIOUS 🤤🤤 God I would lick the sweat off him- Don't get me wrong I love him in every era but he looks so so good with a bit of weight on him. ❤ Thick arms, double chin, tummy out BREATHE IF YOU AGREE!!

joost doodle compilation💭

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