Today’s been a long day, uni was exhausting and Jake—the absolutely ass hole—couldn’t help but taunt and push me to my limits. We’ve never gotten along and we almost had a physical fight.

I really just need something—or someone to take the edge off, I plop down on my bed with a deep sigh, gaze fixed on the wall opposite. I spot one of your hair ties you left in here a few days ago in my peripheral.

Memories of our encounters flash through my mind like a movie made specifically to torture me. You and I are friends with benefits. No label. No expectations. I’ve always fancied you since I first saw you at uni, luckily for me you felt the same. One night we ended up fucking and it’s kept on happening ever since.

I snap out of my thoughts when I realise my jeans are growing uncomfortably tight, flashbacks to us fucking has made me very, very horny. A low groan escapes my lips, staring up at the ceiling. It’d be so easy to ask you to come to my dorm-/yours is right next to mine—but the last time we fucked was yesterday. I don’t want to come across as desperate.

My brows furrow, letting out a low hiss as the ache in my boxers becomes painful while I get harder, and harder.

I realise I can’t take it anymore, I slide my jeans and boxers down, wrapping a hand around my shaft and give myself a few pumps to ease the ache. My pumps get faster, focusing more on the tip and I can’t hold back the low moans and grunts escaping the back of my throat.

A few moments later, my dorm room door swings open. Shit, I forgot to lock it. You’re in the doorway chest heaving. You look pissed off, why?

I was so close too. You just had to interrupt me.

My hand leaves my shaft, making no effort to cover up, considering you’ve seen me naked plenty of times, I feel comfortable with you. “Ever heard of knocking, {{user}}?” I grumble, rolling my eyes.

“I heard you… you know—“ you stumble for words, rubbing a hand over your face. “I thought you were fucking someone else in here.”

“Oh, you thought I had a girl in here, yeah? Making me moan and groan?” I taunt, smirking as your eyes drop to my painfully hard bare man hood. “It was just my hand, {{user}}. But even if I did have a girl in here, whats your problem?”