F is for Friendship [MF]

*This story was written both by me and u/bull_equipment. This is our first collaboration! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it!*

I stepped out of the shower, drying my hair gently before wrapping the towel around my body. I picked up my phone and read two texts on the screen: one from an old boyfriend who I hadn’t spoken to in a few months.

*Heyyy*

The extra ‘Ys’ coupled with it being a Friday night convinced me entirely of what he wanted. My stomach dropped, remembering the messy breakup, the break up sex that I had hoped would somehow be better than the non-breakup sex, the empty feeling afterward. I ignored it and moved on to the other text message: My best friend, Julian, asking me sarcastically if I was planning on spending another weekend reading on my couch in my pajamas. I quickly replied, smiling down at my phone:

*Maybe; why do you wanna know lol.*

*Because I’m downstairs, let me in.*

I laughed, knowing he’d be pounding on the door if I didn’t make quick work of getting down there. By the time I threw on a sweatshirt and short shorts and bounded down the stairs, Julian was already sing-song calling my name through the door.

“Natalie! Natalieeeee! Natalieeeeeee!”

I opened the door to his tall figure holding a case of beer in one arm and a large paper bag in the other.

“Her majesty graces me.” He fake bowed and I scoffed, grabbing the paper bag to find tequila, cranberry juice, limes, orange juice, chips and the donuts that I secretly loved even though they were half preservatives.

I gave Julian a sincere smile before I put the bag on my kitchen counter and turned to give him a hug, pressing myself against his side and wrapping my arms around his torso. It was like he knew when I needed a pick me up.

We spent the night on my couch where we talked about his job, about my love for trash TV that he always swore he wouldn’t watch but somehow became invested. He made me laugh like he usually did. We fixed each other drinks, egging each other on to take one more shot, and then one more, taking swigs of juice afterwards while we grimaced.

My phone buzzed on the coffee table and Julian looked down at it.

“Him again, eh?”

I turned my screen toward me and saw the ex’s name for the second time that evening.

*No reply?*

I rolled my eyes and told Julian that he messaged me today but that I hadn’t bothered replying.

There was brief silence while Julian picked at a thread in his pants.

“You never really told me why things ended between you guys? Was he just shit in bed or what?” He snorted lightly.

“Well…that was part of it actually.” I felt the words leave my mouth before I could stop them thanks to the alcohol. I blanched.

“Really?” Julian inquired but I noted a look of discomfort on his face.

“Yeah, it just…was never really what I wanted.”

“What do you mean?”

I suddenly felt bashful which was rare between us. “It was… very vanilla.”

“Oh? Explain.”

“I couldn’t get him to do anything but missionary. Which is fine! Don’t get me wrong. But I wanted some passion. Some…”

“Roughness?”

“Yes! I’d love to be thrown onto the bed. Tied up. Manhandled. All of that. I’ve always wanted it but… I can barely get a spank out of anyone I fuck.”

Julian nodded, unphased by this unfamiliar conversation between us. I swallowed.

“Is there more to that? That you want, Natalie?” he said, looking at me.

I felt my cheeks tinge with heat but found myself answering honestly. “Yes.”

“So, tell me.”

My eyes darted to Julian’s lap but he shifted ever so slightly. I still noticed him straining against his pants.

“I want to be taken. Grabbed so abruptly that I cry out from the surprise, have my hair pulled to keep my face in place while they stick their tongue in my mouth, bite my bottom lip and grab my ass hard enough to leave bruises. I want to say no, softly, and I want them to grab my face and tell me to be quiet and that they know what I really want. I want them to rip my clothes and hold my wrists in one of their hands while they fuck me until I can’t walk.”

Julian laughs a little nervously. “Jesus, you’d need like, a safeword for that, no?”

I think for a second. “Tequila. That’d be my safe word.”

With that, Julian grabbed the bottle of tequila, poured two shots and raised them in a toast. “I’ll drink to that” he says with a laugh and downs the shot. His face bunches up as he sets down the glass.

“Smooth” he wheezes as he fumbles for lime wedge to chase it down. The conversation went back to more typical topics of discussion. It was hard to tell if he was put off by the conversation and I just made things awkward or if it was just in my head. I head to the restroom to give myself a break from the situation.

I look myself over in the mirror. Leaning in close to make sure the booze isn’t making me looked too fucked up or my face too puffy and all the while trying convince myself I didn’t just scare Julian with my sex talk. After a deep breath I head back out.

When I get to the living room I stop in my tracks, he’s not there. Did he just leave? Was it that bad?

Then a hand grabs my shoulder hard and whips me around. I yelp in surprise but a firm hand cuts my cry short as it pins me back against the wall by my throat. Instinctively I grab at the wrist and forearm to try and free myself but he’s too strong. Julian is looking down at me and I’m hit with the realization that my friend is about to take me. He has a hungry look in his eyes I don’t recognize. After my initial shock I stop fighting back. He eases his grip just a little and I recognize it as a chance to use our safe word while he looks me up and down. I watch his face as he assesses me. His gazes lingers on my chest for a moment, biting his lower lip how he always does when thinking. His eyes meet mine again for a moment, then he steps in close and kisses me, lips I’ve known forever, meeting mine. I feel him through his pants as he grinds against me. He steps back and gathers both my wrists in one hand over my head, his fingers easily maintaining a tight grip. With his free hand he starts undoing buttons on my blouse, my chest heaving as my breathing quickens. I already miss his lips on me and I lean forward and try to kiss his neck, but when I do his free hand darts up and slaps me across the cheek, hard. I gasp from surprise, he grabs me right above the jaw, pinching my mouth open.

“Natalie; If I want you to do something, I’m going to make you do it. Understand me?”
I nod.

“Good girl.”

When my blouse is undone he grabs a handful of hair and forces me down onto my knees on the floor. He pulls my top off, leaving me in my bra and skirt.

“Undo my pants” he commands.

I start to acquiesce, my hands dutifully rising. But I stop, and fold them in my lap instead. He tugs my hair, trying to get me to look up at him. I do my best to ignore it.

“Undo them!” He barks again with a little more force.

“Make me.” I respond, with a sly smirk.

He laughs, and I almost start to laugh with him. But he abruptly turns and starts dragging me by the hair towards the couch. I try to get my feet under me to relieve the strain but mostly get dragged across the floor. He crouches down in front of me and lifts me up onto the cushions by the neck and climbs on top me, pinning my arms and shoulders under his knees. The fly of his jeans is right in front of my face. He undoes his belt and fly and reaches in to pull himself out. It’s quite a surprise to see how big he is. I hear him chuckle, I wonder what’s so funny but it’s not until I look up at him that I realize my mouth is hanging open in shock. He’s quick to capitalize and shoves himself into my open mouth. He’s merciless with it, plunging in deep and fast, making spit roll down the sides of my mouth. He gives me a few breaks, but for the most part the more I squirm under him the more vigorously he thrusts into me.

He gets off from on top of me and takes all his clothes off. He’s already glistening with sweat. I’m still gasping for air, looking at this man who was merely my friend an hour ago. Once he’s undressed, he pulls me back on to the floor. He carefully takes my bra off, showing me a moment of tenderness, but then uses his belt to tie my hands behind my back. He sits down on the couch and leads me to him. I crawl on my knees until I’m right in front of him. He runs his hands over my body, squeezing my breasts firmly with both hands, and then running a hand up my thigh. I hear a sharp intake of breath as he feels how wet I am.

“You do like this, don’t you?”

I nod.
He grabs me by the hair again and shoves my head down over his shaft, pushing his thickness completely down my throat. I take as much as I can, but he isn’t satisfied and pushes my head down further until I cough spit up on him. Only then does he let me come up.

“Good girl” he coos sweetly as he encourages me to continue licking him.

He gets up and unties my wrists. He kneels in front of me and holds my face in his hands and kisses me tenderly for a moment, my spit transferring to his lips and chin. He then slips the belt around my neck into a makeshift leash. The move surprises me and I hear a whimper turn into a faint gurgling noise as the belt is cinched around my throat.

He leads me on all fours towards my bedroom. He stands over me, slowly stroking himself as he watches me crawl across the floor and admiring the view.

When we get to the bed room I keep crawling towards the bed but a quick yank to the belt around my neck makes me stop.

“No, no, you don’t get off that easy” he says.
He unloops the belt from my neck, stands me up on my feet as he re-ties my wrists; in front of me this time. He tosses the other end of the belt up and over the bedroom door and then closes it shut, giving the door a test rattle and tugging on the belt to make sure it’s cinched tight between the door and its frame. I’m stuck with my hands above my head facing the shut door. I try to wiggle free but it doesn’t budge. I feel his cock press against me as he comes up from behind, still coated in my saliva. He kisses the back of my neck while whispering, “you’re not going anywhere”

He pulls my hips back towards him so my arms are fully extended. His hands reach around and squeeze my breasts again as he works his way down my back with more kisses. I feel his hands leave my chest. He hikes up my skirt, and peels my panties down around my ankles. I yelp as he abruptly gives me a hard spank. Then another, and another. My legs buckle a little as I Instinctively try to get away but he pulls me back up to him. With a handful of hair he shoves my head forward and down, and with his other hand pulls my hips back towards him again. I brace for another spank, but instead he suddenly slides into my wet pussy. I hear him sigh in delight as his shaft slips deeper and deeper. He pushes his elbows in between my shoulders while grabbing and pulling thick handfuls of hair. My head is pulled back but I’m forced to bend over as far as the belt straps allow. He starts thrusting into me harder and harder, my bound hands twist and flail as I look for something to hold on to. He fucks me until I can barely stay upright in that position. He leans forward and twists the doorknob open, I fall forward and slip off his shaft, the only thing that keeps me from toppling to the group is the fistful of hair he still has a vice grip on. He grabs me under the arms and tosses me on to the bed. He undoes the belt from my wrists in a frenzy and folds the belt in half. With the belt in one hand, he pushes my head down into the mattress. He starts whipping my ass with the belt; hard. I try to wiggle away, yelping as the belt snaps across my pink cheeks, but he’s too strong and I can’t squirm away.

I feel another hot crack against my skin and I feel my body panic, starting to perspire, as he adeptly holds me down.
“Please, Julian..” I manage but he cuts me off by pressing his body against mine, his chest against my shoulder blades, his mouth next to my ear.

“Tell me you want it, Natalie.”

His free hand snakes under my throat and his fingers against my jaw push my mouth open.
“Open your mouth and say it” He commands.
“I want you to fuck me, Julian. Please? I want to feel you again.” I feel his cock between my thighs, so close to where I want it.

He flips me onto my back, hikes my legs over his shoulders, and leans forward pinning me down. Julian reaches around my legs and grabs the belt, holding one end in each hand. He holds my hands down to bed near my shoulders, so the belt is stretched across my neck. I feel helpless as I look him in the eyes while he slides into me. His thrusts are slow at first, almost gentle, but gaining momentum. Before long he’s pounding me into the mattress as hard as I can stand. My legs start to shake, involuntarily start to push him off of me. He leans in harder, and pulls my hand apart making the belt tighter against my throat. I’m almost about to use the safeword but he eases off, just in time. I finally am able to breathe in deeply, shuddering as he continues to drive into me.

He pulls out and orders me to bend over. I quickly flip over on all fours, but he yanks my arms out from under me and wraps the belt around my wrists so I’m left face down on the bed. He pulls my hips back so my butt is high in the air. I don’t know what’s next. Spanking? More fucking? I can’t see what he’s about to do. I feel his lips kiss my thighs, he moves closer and closer until he’s sucking on my clit. Then his tongue slides across me and I gasp as he starts tonguing my ass. “You’re so wet I bet I could slide right in” he says when he comes up for air. “There’s lube in the night stand…” I shyly suggest. “Dirty girl” he laughs as he gives my ass a slap. “Maybe I’ll need it…” He says as he shoves his cock back into me. My moans are muffled by the bed spread as he hammers into me from behind. He’s going so hard I can’t help but crumple into a prone position but he doesn’t slow down. He grabs a handful of hair as he leans in close. He yanks my head up and whispers into my ear. “Oh God Natalie, I’m going to cum”. His thrusts become slower, but more forceful, each harder than the last until he moans in ecstasy. I feel him shudder as climaxes.

He rolls off to the side. And reverts to the playful friend I’ve known so long. “Sorry, I did a number on those cheeks” he says while unlooping the belt from around my wrists. “There’s a perfect hand print right here!” He says as he smacks the very spot. My yelp mixes with a laugh from both the surprise and sting. I roll over to look at him, he’s glistening in sweat, his member still half hard. He’s quite the specimen. He leans to me and cups my face in his hands. I half flinch as he does, after being used so roughly by him I don’t know what to expect. “Oh noooo” he cries out and rushes in to give me sweet kisses on my lips and forehead, giggling all while. “Now you’re afraid of me. I hope that was what you wanted”. I laugh and assure him it was just what I needed. I try to get up to pee but my legs are so weak it feels much better to collapse onto him and just cuddle. “I could be rougher next time if you want” he says shyly. “Oh so you think there’s gonna be a next time huh?” I tease. Can’t help but laugh at the stricken look on his face. “Maybe…”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hpyl17/f_is_for_friendship_mf