[11:44pm] Is somebody in there?" A drunken voice asked from behind a closed door. Even with the loud music blasting through the house, you could still hear the door handle jiggle.
"Yeah, place is taken." Seungwoo had answered, his voice then letting out a loud groan. You were thankful that he had locked the door, since the position you were currently in would be hard to explain to anyone walking in. How could you explain the fact that you were bent down on a bathroom sink, your best friend's cock deeply buried into you? If you had known that you would've spent your night, fucking in a frat house's bathroom during a party, you probably just would've stayed home.
"Oh my god... Seungwoo don't stop." You moaned. His hands firmly holding your hips to keep you in place, he easily slid his cock in and out of you. The way his member stretched you drove you crazy. Seungwoo was big, bigger than any other guy you had previously slept with. At first, you were intimidated by his size. Now, you loved how the pain and the pleasure mixed perfectly together.
"You missed having my dick inside of you huh?" He let out, his breath tickling the back of your neck. His hand sneaked up to one of your naked breast, pinching your nipple. You squirmed under him, your sensitivity increasing.
"I'm fucking you so good, you can't even answer me." You moaned, confirming his comment. He continued playing with your nipple, enchanted by the way your body reacted to his touch. As clouds of bliss took over your mind, you subconsciously clenched around him. The boy behind you hissed and his grip tightened. His member twitched and before you knew it, he was cumming inside of your walls. The sinful moans that had escaped his mouth were all it took to bring you to your high. He continued shallowly rocking his hips to yours, milking both of your orgasms. When he finally pulled out, he turned you around so that you could face him.
"Shit (Y/n), if you continue to make me feel this damn good maybe I should consider making you mine." Seungwoo chuckled. Playfuly hitting him, you silently thanked the angels above that the bathroom was dark enough so he couldn't see your cheeks turning pink.
"Stop joking around." You laughed. Still, you hated yourself for thinking that maybe one day things could work out between the both of you, knowing he would never actually see you as something more than a friend.















