"Love, you got to be patient." H/N mumbles as he wraps his other hand around my neck and pulls me into another kiss.
Moaning into the kiss, I feel my orgasm build up as H/N adds a third finger.
"Fuck, you're tight." H/N groans as I tug his hair.
Tugging on the ends of his hair, H/N let's out a moan that has me clenching around his fingers.
Feeling as my orgasm is right around the corner, I grind my hips against his hand hoping to build up more friction but all H/N does is remove his hand completely.
Letting out a groan in frustration, I look back at H/N to see a grin plastered across his face.
Watching as he sits up, he pulls off his shirt and flings that off to land with mine. Scanning my gaze across his defined stomach, I can't help but rub my thighs together.
H/N unbuttons his jeans before slowly tugging them down his legs, never breaking eye contact.
Catching sight of the visible bulge in his boxers, I grin to myself knowing I did that.
A sudden clearing of a throat has me snapping my eyes up to H/N, seeing as he only shakes his head, a smile plastered on his face, he pulls down his boxers.
Dropping my gaze down, my jaw drops a bit at the size of him. H/N moves to the bedside table and pulls a condom out from one of the draws.
Watching as he walks back over to me, he kneels on the bed before ripping open the gold packet with his teeth.
Just before he can slide the condom on, I push his hands out of the way and use my own to slide it up his dick.
Feeling as he tenses under my touch, I'm snickering to myself as I finish sliding it up his dick.
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The Boy Best Friend
Short StoryLaying on your boy best friends bed playing subway surfer, you probably think nothing could possibly go wrong, well you're wrong. Y/N phone is knocked out of their hands right when they are about to beat their high score and it's none other than H/N...
