Noah’s had a crush on you for as long as he’s been your bestfriend, something which has led him down a few questionable rabbit holes when he’s been horny and the only thought occupying his mind is you.
It began innocently enough. In the early days of your friendship, he had stumbled upon your Facebook page, one hand down his boxers and fingers idly stroking along the length of his shaft, his cock twitching each time he got closer to the tip as he thumbed through your photo albums with his other hand. It didn’t feel too salacious then, he was merely admiring you, but eventually, it escalated into other things, too—from trying to sneak little glimpses in person for him to memorise and fantasise over when he got back home, to turning his phone onto its longest vibration setting and slipping it down his boxers after every message he sent you, just so he could feel it buzzing against his dick each time you replied.
The first time he came to a photo of you, it had been one from your beach vacation together, where you wore a pair of shorts and a top cut low enough that your cleavage was on display. That was exactly where his eyes landed and stayed, recalling the way it felt to have his head pressed to your chest when you cuddled together. It was normal for him to lie like that with you, his head on your chest, pressed so close to your breasts like it was nothing, like there was nothing inappropriate about the situation or your friendship.
When he came, it was hard and quick, gasping breathlessly as he rambled under his breath about how much he wanted you, needed you, the way he fantasised about you.
From there, it went from thumbing through photos across your social media to lingering over the ones you’d sent him—showing off an outfit choice, or trying on a new item of clothing in a changing room, the same way he’d always send you one when he tried on something new. His favorite was a black mesh cropped shirt where you’d only worn a black bra beneath. His eyes fixed on your boobs and cleavage every time he came across it, admiring the way the cups pushed up your breasts, how he wished he could slip his head beneath the top just to faceplant into your tits, how easy it would be to push aside the cup of your bra and take a nipple into his mouth—something he’d been dying to do ever since the day you chose to be around him braless and he saw the way they stood stiff against the fabric of your shirt, and every time since.
This time, he’s thumbing through the most recent photos you’ve sent him tonight, ones where you’re showing off an array of outfits you bought today, blatantly braless, and he swears pantieless if he zooms in close enough.
“Oh, fuck…” he groans, his hand already around his cock, squeezing from shaft to tip. He rubs his thumb over the head, gathering the leaking precum before using it to coat himself. Part of him wants to take his time, to drag out the tightness already forming at the base of his cock, the way his balls ache, but he can’t stop himself from dragging his hand along his length faster this time, his chest rising and falling as he begins to pant. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous, look at those fucking titties,” he hisses beneath his breath, whimpers spilling out with the words as he tightens and quickens his grip around his throbbing cock.
Shifting on the bed, he draws his knees up, planting his feet firmly into the mattress for leverage as he starts to desperately fuck up into his hand. His eyes stay glued to the photo of you, where your cleavage is most on display and the sleep shorts you’re wearing have ridden up close enough to form a camel toe. There should be an ounce of guilt over his perversion, and yet there’s nothing—nothing but pure lust and need for you, as he whines and groans louder, fucking harder into his fist until he feels that familiar tension, the rising wave of his climax.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, thumbing across the screen until your face and cleavage fill the frame. His focus locks onto them as he bucks into his hand, leaning into the crest of it, feeling it rip through him fast, a white hot heat spreading through every inch of him until his toes curl and his fist pumps his cock.
He’s quick about it, stretching his phone down toward his cock, angling it just enough to watch through hooded lashes as he comes in spurts, thick ropes of cum streaking across the screen and landing over your face and tits, a sight he’s been fantasizing about for far longer than he’d ever dare admit.
“That’s my girl…” he breathes, sinking back against the pillows as the afterglow settles over him, his muscles going slack. “…So pretty with your tits covered in my cum.”
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