BEST FRIENDS OR BOYFRIEND

Shin POV 

My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, needing more.

My cock leaking precum onto my stomach. "I want you inside me," I say, my voice is needy. "Stop teasing me you asshole.. Take me". I said breathlessly.

Something flickered in his gaze—something possessive, something desperate, something undeniably Saint.

"Then Be ready," he murmured before crashing his lips onto mine once more.

His own cock hard and leaking against my stomach. He reaches for the condom and lube, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Turn over," he says, his voice firm but gentle.

I do as I'm told, my heart is racing. This is it. The moment I've been both dreading and craving.

I feel Saint's warm breath against my back, his hands gently pushing my legs apart. "What are you doing?" I ask, a hint of surprise in my voice.

He chuckles, his breath tickling my skin. "I want to show you how much I love you," he murmurs, his tone playful.

I tense up, not quite sure what he has in mind.

His tongue traces a line down my spine, sending shivers through me. "Relax, Shin," he whispers, his voice soothing.

I take a deep breath and let my body go slack.

Suddenly, I feel his mouth on my anal, his tongue darting out to lick my hole. "Oh!" I gasp, my body jolting.

He's never naive like this before, and the sensation is... overwhelming.

I feel his tongue push inside me, the feeling so foreign and yet so incredibly good. "Fuck, Saint,ahh..." I moan, my hands fisting the bed sheets.

He chuckles again, his breath warm against my skin. "You like that?" he asks, his voice muffled.

I nod, unable to form coherent words.

He continues, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles, exploring every inch of me. "Oh, God," I murmur, my hips bucking.

His tongue is magic, sending waves of pleasure through my body. "So good," I breathe, my eyes rolling back.

I feel his hand wrap around my cock, stroking me in time with his licks. "You taste amazing," he says, his voice filled with awe. I moan louder, my body trembling.

Saint's tongue leaves my hole with a pop, and I feel him move away from me. "Ready , babe?" He asked, "Huh?" my voice is still breathless from the intense pleasure.

He chuckles, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Ready for this," he says, as he turned me over manhandling me,  pulling down to him and his junior is rock hard . My heart skips a beat, and I nod, eager for what's to come.

He rolls the condom on with a practiced ease, his eyes never leaving mine. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice gentle.

"Yes," I say, my voice firm. "I'm ready, Puppy."

He squeezes some lube onto his cock, the sound of the liquid echoing in the quiet room. "Spread your legs for me, baby," he says, his voice low and seductive.

I do as he says, my legs falling open, giving him access to my body. "Take me," I murmured. He smiles, his eyes full of love.

He lines himself up, his cock slick with lube. "Remember, tell me if it hurts," he says concerned . I nod, my heart is racing.

With one hand, he guides his cock to my entrance, and with the other, he starts to rub my length in slow, teasing circles. "Ready?" he asks again. I nod, my body trembling.

With one slow, deliberate thrust, he's inside me. "Ahh," I gasp, my eyes squeezed shut. He stops, giving me a moment to adjust.

He looks up at me, his eyes filled with concern. "Does it hurt?" he asks, his hand still.

I shake my head, my eyes closing. "No, just... keep going, I need to feel you more" I murmur.

He nod as he starts to move, his hips rocking back and forth. "Fuck, you feel so good," I murmur, my voice tight.

He smiles.

He pushes inside more, slow and steady, his eyes never leaving mine. "Oh..oh..ah.." I gasp, my body tightening around him. He's so gentle, so caring and I fucking love how this feels.

His cock stretches me open, filling me up completely. "Fuck," I groan, my eyes squeezed shut. Slowly, so slowly, he starts to move. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that sends my senses reeling. "Oh, fuck," I breathe out, my eyes rolling back.

He takes his time, his movements deliberate and measured, making sure I'm okay with each thrust. I'm not in pain,  "You're mine," he says, his voice possessive.

I nod, my breath coming in ragged pants. "Always," I reply, my voice is filled with love. He starts to move, his hips slapping against my ass with every thrust.

We move together, finding a rhythm that feels like home. "You're so tight," he whispers, his voice filled with wonder.

I bite my lip, my eyes fluttering closed.

The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, a rhythmic symphony of passion. "Harder, Saint " I moan, my voice a desperate plea. He obliges, his strokes becoming more powerful.

I feel every inch of him, the head of his cock brushing against my spot with every thrust. "Oh, God,fuck .. yes... " I cry out, my body tightening around him.

He grunts in response, his hands digging into my hips as he fucks me harder.

My own cock is trapped between my stomach and his hard abs, leaking precum onto my stomach ."Do you like that?" he asks, his voice a gruff whisper.

"Yes, yess...ahh..." I whimper, my eyes squeezed shut.

He starts to pick up the pace, his hips moving like pistons. 

I nod, my eyes never leaving his. "Please," I whimper.

He doesn't need any more encouragement. He picked up his pace more, filling me completely. "You feel so good,Shin...ah...so good... Made for me.. " he murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine as he kissed me in between his thrust.

He picks up the pace, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. I can feel every inch of him, every vein, every pulse. "You're so deep," I gasp.

He kisses my neck and sucked leaving another mark for sure, his teeth grazing my skin. "I want to be as deep as I can," he whispers, his breath hot against my neck.

The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me is like nothing I've ever felt before. It's like he's reaching into my very soul.

My body tightens around him, my moans growing louder. "I'm close, Saint" I say, my voice is a desperate plea.

Saint's eyes widened, his grip on my hips tightening. "Cum for me, baby," he whispers, his voice hoarse.

He starts to thrust harder, faster, his cock hitting that perfect spot. "Oh, fuck," I groan, my nails digging into his back.

I feel him swell inside me, and I know he's close. "Cum with me, Shin" he says, his voice strained. I nod, my body is already on the edge.

Our movements become frantic, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm that's as old as time. "Fuck, yes," I moan, my voice breaking. His hips slam into me, and I can feel the head of his cock brushing against my spot with every stroke giving me extra pleasure.

The world narrows down to just us, our breaths mingling, our bodies joined. "I'm gonna cum," I gasp, my eyes flying open to meet his. He nods, his eyes full of love and need.

With one final thrust, we both come together, our moans echoing through the room. "Fuck, Shin,you feel so good" he says, his voice a mix of awe and passion.

My body convulses around him, my orgasm ripping through me like a tornado.

Our bodies are shaking with pleasure. "Shin," he groans, his voice hoarse.

He collapsed onto the bed beside me kissing my neck crook, spent and satisfied. 

We lay there, panting and sweaty, our bodies tangled. "I've never felt so alive," I murmured.

He kisses me, his eyes shining with love.

We're both lost in the moment, our hearts beating as one. "Neither have I," he says, his voice filled with wonder.

We lay there, our hearts racing, our breaths mingling. "I love you," I murmured, my voice barely audible.

He kisses me, his eyes filled with tenderness. "I love you more," he whispers back.

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The warmth of Saint's body wrapped around me, his steady heartbeat a soothing rhythm beneath my ear. My limbs were boneless, my skin still tingling in the aftermath of everything we had just done.

It was quiet now—a rare, heavy silence, filled only with our mingled breaths and the soft rustling of sheets as I shifted closer.

Saint's arm was draped over my waist lazily, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the curve of my spine. His warmth was addicting, and I never wanted to move.

But I had other plans.

Slowly, I plopped onto his chest, resting my chin on my folded arms. The steady rise and fall of his breath made me smirk a little. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted, his muscles relaxed against the bed.

Perfect.

I started drawing circles on his chest, my fingers light and teasing. I knew he liked it—his skin twitched under my touch, his breathing faltering just a little.

I bit my lip, waiting for the right moment. Then, in the most innocent voice I could muster, I whispered—

"Saint…"

His eyes barely fluttered open, still hazy with pleasure. "Hmm?"

I tilted my head, pretending to be completely oblivious to the effect I was about to have on him.

"Will you… show me your real tsunami power ?"

Silence.

Saint's entire body froze.

His eyes snapped open, locking onto mine with an expression so utterly bewildered, I almost burst out laughing.

My innocent act was working too well.

His brows shot up, his lips parted in shock.

"What…?" His voice was hoarse, disbelieving.

I smiled sweetly, pressing my cheek against his chest. "Puppy.... You know, I liked it," I admitted, circling my finger around his nipple just to mess with him.

Saint inhaled sharply, his muscles tensing under me.

"You… liked ? What?" His voice was strained, like he was processing something ridiculous.

I nodded, keeping my tone casual but laced with teasing. "Mmhmm."

Then, I lifted my head, pouting slightly.

"I like when you get all worked up…" I traced lazy patterns down his abs, feeling him twitch beneath my touch. "When you manhandle me roughly . It's… kinda hot."

Saint choked.

I bit my lip, watching his face carefully.

His eyes were wide, his jaw clenched, his breathing suddenly heavier.

It was adorable.

"What are you—" He ran a hand down his face, looking at me like I had just spoken in another language.

I laughed softly, shifting up so my lips hovered near his ear.

"It turns me on even more, Puppy" I whispered.

Saint swallowed hard.

His hands, which had been resting idly on my hips, tightened.

"You're joking," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

I grinned, tilting my head. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

His gaze dropped to my lips, then lower, and I felt fire spread through me at the way he was looking at me.

His eyes darkened.

Saint exhaled, long and shaky, his hand sliding up my spine, stopping at my nape.

"Shin," he warned, his voice edged with something rough, heated.

I smirked. "Yeah, puppy...."

His fingers tightened around my nape.

"You really want me to show you what happens when you say things like that?"

I nodded, slowly, deliberately.

Saint's eyes flickered with something wild, something primal.

Then, without warning, he flipped me over onto my back, his body caging me in.

His face was inches from mine, his breath hot against my lips.

"You're insane, Shin" he muttered, shaking his head. But the way he looked at me—like he was about to devour me—told me he wasn't complaining.

I giggled, brushing my fingers against his lips. "Am I?"

Saint groaned, pinning my wrists above my head.

"You asked for it," he growled.

And before I could say another word, his lips crashed into mine, pulling me under like a storm.

Saint's kiss was hungry, demanding, his lips moving against mine like he wanted to consume every bit of me.

I barely had time to breathe before his hands—strong, possessive, relentless—gripped my hips, fingers pressing into my skin in a way that made my stomach flip.

Then, without warning, he lifted me.

"Ah—!"

My back barely touched the sheets before he hauled me up, manhandling me like I weighed nothing.

Before I could even process it, my feet left the ground.

He had me against the wall.

Pinned.

His body was pressed flush against mine, his grip firm on my thighs as he held me up effortlessly. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, my fingers digging into his shoulders for support.

The sudden shift—the sheer force of it—made something burn hot in my chest.

"Saint—"

I barely managed his name before he bit my lower lip, dragging a groan from deep in my throat.

My breath hitched.

The roughness. The dominance. The sheer strength of him.

I was losing my mind.

I'm getting hard already.

His lips trailed down my neck, hot and unrelenting, sucking at my pulse until a shudder wracked through me.

His grip tightened, his fingers digging into my bare skin, as if he didn't want to let go.

"Shit," I gasped, my head falling back against the wall as his mouth found my collarbone, teeth grazing before sinking in just enough to make me whimper.

He was testing me.

Watching me.

Seeing how far he could push me.

And I—

I was letting him.

Hell, I was begging for it.

Saint smirked against my skin.

"You really get turned on by this, huh?" His voice was husky, smug, and amused.

I couldn't deny it.

He moved—grinding into me, slowly, teasingly.

A deep shudder ran through my spine. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I clenched around his waist instinctively.

"F-fuck,Yeah..." I exhaled, my forehead dropping to his broad shoulder.

Saint chuckled darkly, gripping my jaw, forcing me to look at him.

"You love it when I manhandle you, don't you?" he murmured, his lips brushing mine.

I was too far gone to even be embarrassed.

His dominance. His strength. The way he took control so effortlessly.

It had me spiraling into pure, burning need.

I swallowed hard, my breath shaky, my body already melting into his hold.

"I—" My voice caught in my throat.

Saint's eyes flickered with amusement, desire.

"Say it, Kitty" he commanded, his grip on my jaw tightening just enough to make my pulse jump.

I bit my lip.

"...I love it."

His smirk deepened.

"Good."

Then, his lips slammed into mine again, devouring me whole.

And I let myself fall.

Saint pulls out with a wet pop, and before I can even catch my breath, he's lifting me into the air. "Wrap your legs around me, tightly my baby, I'm gonna fuck you so hard and good" he says, his voice a command. 

As he proceeds to kiss me roughly and that's when I realise I'm so hard,  So I comply, my legs wrapping around his waist as he stands, his cock already rock-hard.

He holds me up, my body suspended in his strong arms. "Ready?" he asks, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Always," I reply, eagerly.

With one powerful thrust, he's back inside me, holding me up with one hand under my thighs. "Fuck, baby, you feels so good...." he groans, his lips crashed into mine kissing mine .

I lean in, my arms around his neck, my body weightless in his arms. "Oh.. ah.. you feel fucking good puppy... please go... Harder," I moan, my voice a plea.

He obliges, his hips slamming into me, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. "Ohhh...," I cried out, my eyes squeezed shut.

Saint's grip on my thighs tightens as he lifts me higher, his cock still buried deep inside me as he fucked me harder with each powerful thrust. "You like that?" he asks, his voice a low growl.

"Y-yes," I stutter, my eyes flying open to meet his.

He fucks me standing up, his cock driving into me nonstop. "You're fucking amazing Shin..." he says, his voice strained. The sensation is overwhelming, my insides begging for more. 

My cock bounces with each thrust between our bodies, and I can feel myself getting closer with great pleasure. " Puppy I'm gonna cum," I say, my voice is a whimper. Saint grunts, his movements becoming more erratic.

With one final, powerful thrust, we both come, our moans filling the room. "Fuck, Shin, you are best.." he says, his voice a mix of pleasure and amazement. My body tightens around his cock, milking every drop.

We collapse onto the bed, our limbs tangled, our breaths ragged. "I fucking love you, my puppy" I murmured, my voice barely audible.

He kisses me , his eyes filled with tenderness. "I love you too, my kitty" he whispers back pulling me for another sloppy kiss.

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To Be Continued.......