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Everytime the college semester gets a bit too rough, you expect the same buzz on your phone. You were just preparing for bed, when you hear it. That same buzz.
Right on time, a text from Kaveh, at 1:20 am. "Come over?" Is all the text read. No more words needed.
You send a quick "Sure.", while grabbing your bag of things you'd need for the night. Condoms, lube, whatever Kaveh had planned for tonight. You also prepped your body, for whatever Kaveh planned to do with you.
But make no mistake. You and Kaveh were not dating.
He calls you up whenever he feels so stressed about his studies, you were just his stress relief.
You take the same route to his home, occasionally greeting the people who were still up at this late hour at night.
And as you arrive at Kaveh's shared apartment, you see Alhaitham rushing to leave as well. He knows. It's obvious.
You come by every time Kaveh asks, but you feel empty every time. Why does it have to just be a hookup? Friends with benefits?
Why couldn't you and Kaveh just make it official?
He said he doesn't want strings attached, he made it explicitly clear when he suggested it to you.
But it's hard, hard not to develop feelings for this handsome, sweet, kind architect, especially after being so intimate so many times.
When you knock on his closed office door, you can't help but feel a bit soft inside, a fuzzy feeling in your tummy.
On time, like every time before, Kaveh opens the door, with a frustrated expression. Something about his blueprints must not be working then. Like last time.
He grabs your hand, pulling you gently inside his office, closing the door behind him.
Not giving you time to react, his lips are pressed onto yours, hungrily, like he would never see you again.
His hands are on your hips, keeping them firmly in place as he pushes you back to sit on his desk.
Hm, the desk this time? He must be really stressed.
You sit on the edge of his desk, your fingers twirling with his golden locks of hair.
He seems needy, his hands already grabbing at his pants to pull them down enough, but he doesn't break this kiss at all.
You let go of his hair to help, your own hands pulling your bottoms off enough, revealing your needy hole for him
He pulls away from the kiss, to grab your bag that he dumped on his desk, fishing around for something.
In his hand, he pulls out a condom and the small bottle of lube.
"Good." His voice sounds slightly desperate, opening the bottle of lube and pouring a bit on his fingers.
Kaveh slowly presses his finger towards your hole, spreading the lube around as much as he can.
A soft moan spills from your lips, enjoying the feeling of his fingers prodding at your hole.
He stops for a moment, pulling his hand away, to tear off the wrapper of the condom.
You've watched him do it many times, but it still amazes you how quickly and efficiently he slides the condom over his pretty cock.
Once his condom was on securely, he places both of his hands on either side of your waist, on the desk.
You know what to do next. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, your legs spread and wrapped around his hips securely.
Kaveh positions his cock at your needy hole, sliding it in with ease.
Your moans are synced, you never get over the feeling of Kaveh filling you up so good like this.
Kaveh starts moving his hips, thrusting heavenly into you, with soft moans spilling from both of your lips.
It feels so good, everytime. You like to forget, for a moment, that Kaveh and you were just friends with benefits. That this was not a hookup.
Like you two were something meaningful.
Your hands claw at his clothed back, as he leans in to kiss you hungrily. This was new.
You accept this new action, your lips moving hungrily against his.
His cock hits the sweet spot inside you, you moan in between kisses.
Kaveh furrows his eyebrows, his hips moving harshly against yours as he's searching for his own finish.
The usual. You didn’t mind having to finish yourself.
"Haaah... (Name.)..." Kaveh moans, gently biting at your lower lip, for a chance to slip his tongue in your mouth.
You can feel your tummy flutter, as you let him, your tongues dancing together.
If Kaveh made it clear you two were nothing more, then why does he do stuff that makes your feelings deepen like this?
His thrusts get sloppy, his moans louder against your lips. Your arms pull him closer to you, your chests pressed against each other.
With a load moan against your lips, he tenses momentarily and relaxes as he cums, riding out the end of his orgasm as your walls milking his cock dry. He stills, having to catch his breath, as he broke away from the kiss.
He looks so... perfect when he cums. His heavy pants, furrowed eyebrows, beads of sweat on his pretty face.
It breaks your heart even more.
Why couldn't he be yours?
You let go of his hips and body, feeling empty.
Pulling out of your hole slowly, he stands up straight, his slender fingers pulling off the condom off his flaccid cock and tying it shut.
You say nothing more, pulling your pants and underwear up again, standing from his desk.
"Good night, (Name.)" Is all Kaveh had to say about that. He gives you such a sweet smile.
It hurts. It hurts so much. Why can't he be yours? Why must he play this sick game with you? It's all your fault. You're the one who fell in love with your friends-with-benefits.
"Goodnight, Kaveh." Is all you say, as you grab your things, leaving to sleep in the guest room, like every past hook up.
You enter the room, your tears streaming down your face. Your heart is shattering, bile in your throat, as you sit there silently sobbing.
Maybe one day, Kaveh could be yours.