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Best Friends (gxb)

CONTENT WARNINGS: pinning

          Jacob and I climb the stairs, heading toward his bedroom. He speaks above me, giving me a tour of his new house. "The bathrooms over there if you need it," he points to a door on his left once we're on the landing. "And here's my room."

          He opens the door in front of us, revealing his space. Everything about it speaks truly to him and his personality. Its dark blue walls are complimented by his assortment of rich-colored items. He leans against the doorway, looking for my reaction.

          "I love it, Jacob. It's perfect." He smiles at that, striding into the room. He sits down on the edge of the bed, the lighter blue fabric contrasting against his tan cargo pants.

          I come forward, sitting down next to him. He grabs the remote on his side table and turns on a movie, and over the next thirty minutes, we slowly shift to lying down, my body curled up around his.

          I playfully punch him in the arm, causing him to startle beneath me. He grabs me, throwing me down against the bed underneath him and I laugh, caught in the moment. He looms over me, laughing as well.

          When we've relaxed a little, our laughs dying down, I notice our proximity, how close his lips are to mine, how his arm is clutching onto my hip, and a shiver runs through me. I want something I never even knew I wanted. I want him.

           He seems to feel the same electricity I do, his breathing turning shallow and quick. His grip on my hip tightens and we both look down, even him seemingly surprised at the motion. Our eyes lock back again and his hand grips me even tighter. I bring my head up to his, not thinking, just doing. I need him, I need this, I need us.

           He brings his lips just above mine, the space just a sliver away from a kiss. We're both breathing hard, our eyes still locked. I bring my lips past that boundary, kissing him, bringing up my hands to thread into his hair.

           He groans, kissing me even deeper, his grip on my hip so tight it'll probably leave bruise. Not that I mind.

          He gets up, and I rest up on my elbows, confused as to what's happening, and a little worried he's trying to get distance from me. He walks around the bed until he gets to the end of it. He grabs my ankles, dragging me down while he bends over. Then he wraps my legs around his body, lifting me so that I'm around his body. He walks the short distance to his wall, roughly placing me against it, kissing me almost immediately again.

           I moan, my whole body tingling with desire. "Oh my god, you're so fucking perfect." Jacob says between kisses, his voice thick with desire. My whole body shivers at his words, filled with so much heat I think my blood is boiling.

           He walks me back over to the bed, laying me down on the edge while he stands over the side. In this angle, my core perfectly lines up with him, and I rub myself against him, eager to be touched, eager for anything. He bends over in surprise, his arm catching just next to my head. He rubs me back just as hard, kissing my neck as we fuck through our clothes.

            "You're gonna fucking kill me Vyv." He groans out. I ride the high I'm feeling, allowing myself to give in to the passion of the moment. My whole body is charged, ready to snap. I keep rubbing myself against him, chasing a release. He gives in, gripping my hips to work me harder against him. I groan, gripping the blanket as I come, waves of pleasure rushing through my body.

          As my blood stops racing and my breathe slows again, Jacob takes off my clothes, tenderly kissing my body. It's like he's worshipping me. Even in the orgasm-happiness induced trance I'm in, I can still recognize the love he's giving me and my body.

          Once my clothes are off, he takes his own off. I can't remember the last time I was this happy. I grin at him, realizing just how much I truly love him. "What?" He says, grinning back and giving me a playful push as he moves me further back on the bed.

            "I'm just really happy." I say as he climbs over me, grinning as he kisses the hollow of my throat.

          "I'm really happy too, Vyv." And with that he slowly sinks into me. I moan, digging my fingers into his back. I feel his body shake underneath them, needing to thrust. Needing to fuck.

          He pumps in and out of me slowly, hitting every spot, leaving me sweaty and quivering and begging him to go faster. I rake my hands across his back again, trying to force him to move faster.

          He quickly grabs my hands, pinning them above my head. "If you want more, I'll give you more." He says, practically growling in my ear. He picks up his pace, fucking me. Hard. My back bows off the bed, my whole body feeling like it's going to snap.

          I groan loudly, meeting him thrust for thrust, our pace leaving the two of us panting. The bed bangs loudly against the wall, the movie plays softly in the background, cars whizz by outside. But all I can hear is him. His breath, his words in my ear praising me and degrading me at the same time, his fucking groans as he destroys me.

          It's not long before I'm almost there, almost coming again. My hands jerk underneath his, and I keep moving my hips, desperate for release. When he thrusts especially hard, hitting not just my g-spot, but my clit as well with his hip, I come. Excruciatingly. Loudly. Euphorically. It's like a tidal wave, washing over me again and again.

          I hear him groan in my ear and feel his dick twitch inside of me, signaling his own release. It only extends my own and we ride this high, our bodies as close as we can possibly get them to be.

          After our hearts have slowed and our vision has cleared, we stare at one another in the eyes, smiling. Happy. Ready for whatever's gonna happen between us.

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