Something else...

You were at home, pacing around in the entrance hall, still wearing most of your soccer gear. You were ready. Ready to confront your best friend and finally move past this situation that had plagued you for the past 12 hours. But as the time you had set to meet started to creep closer, anxiety started to brew inside you. Anxiety that you hadn't felt since the first professional soccer game you played. You realized you still didn't know what to do or say when Hugh showed up.

And you didn't have time to come up with anything because suddenly the doorbell rang, causing you to jump in surprise. You walked over to the door and looked through the peep hole just to be sure. It was Hugh, alright. He was wearing a tight T-shirt that you had seen him wearing millions of times in the past, but for some reason, this time, seeing it hugging his toned upper body sent a tingle through your pussy, reminding you of the ever present hole inside you.

You ignored it, took a deep breath and opened the door, then quickly assumed a serious pose with your arms crossed under your breasts, a stern expression on your face. There he was, towering above you as usual. He had a somewhat sad expression on his face which you had never quite seen before. He sighed.

"Hey, Nora", he said in a tone that matched his expression, "I just want to say that I'm sorry. In my drunken state I crossed a line that I never should've even stepped near and I will never be able to forgive myself."

You didn't say a word in response, instead maintaining the same pose and expression. Sure, blame it on the ****. You drank just as much as him yesterday, and despite your smaller body, you only got slightly tipsy. Hugh must've realized that his cheap excuse wasn't working because he took a deep breath and started looking around nervously, scratching the back of his head. Was he blushing?

"Look, I've been scared to say this my entire life,", he started, his voice suddenly shaky, "but the truth is... I-I like you, Nora."

A wave of butterflies fluttered through your body and automatically your stern expression vanished.

"I've always liked you.", he continued, "I was scared to say it because I never in a million years thought you'd be interested. I mean, we've been friends since birth and never anything more. But when I saw you get so visibly aroused by what I figured must've been me, I thought something had changed and I took my chance. Turns out I was wrong."

Was it really true? Had Hugh always had a crush on you? Suddenly you remembered the time the boys started talking about girls. Hugh was always a part of it but now you realized that he never brought anyone up when they were discussing the hottest girls in class and would instead occasionally throw glances over at you. Later he would end up dating a few girls but it never lasted more than a few months before they broke up. You never gave it any thought at the time but now it was clear as day.

"I understand if you never want to see me again, but please know that I'm eternally sorry for what I did. I never liked you for your body; that's not what I should've initiated with. I like you because you're the coolest, toughest, strongest person I've ever met. The smartest and funniest too. You have never been afraid to be yourself in a way I never dared to, and I always admired that.", Hugh said and you could tell that he was completely sincere. He was right that you had never been interested in him, or anyone, before. He was right that something had changed last night too, but it was only of purely sexual nature. Now a new conflicting thought was spawning in your mind.

"God, I fucked up so hard!", Hugh cried out, putting one hand on his forehead and looking around once again, tears forming in his eyes, "Man, I said some creepy shit too yesterd-".

He was cut off by getting thrown to the floor as you lunged yourself at him. The big, strong man looked scared as he looked up at you, probably expecting a hard slap across his face. You looked down at him for a few seconds, getting lost in those teary eyes, before leaning in, pushing your entire weight on him and letting your tits get squished between you. Without hesitation you put your mouth against his and kissed him.

For your entire life up until this point you had never given anything of this nature a single thought, but in the last 12 hours, Hugh had made you fall for him completely. Your first and closest friend had not only aroused you to the point of turning you into a submissive tomboy slut, but he had also made you realize how much you loved and appreciated him, as more than just a friend. He was always the first to congratulate you on a win, the first person you reached out to when you wanted to rant about something and the last person you'd ever want to leave you behind. This is what made you make up your mind and end the conflicting thoughts in your mind.

After a few moments of what could only have been shock, you felt as Hugh's tongue started pushing its way into your mouth. You answered it with your own tongue pushing into his, and suddenly you were both making out, deeply and passionately. You put your arms behind his strong neck and sat up, forcing him to move up with you. For the first time you fully embraced the waves of butterflies that fluttered within you, filling you with pure love and happiness.

After several seconds on the floor, while still making out, Hugh reached around your thighs, which were spread out on either side of his body, and pushed himself off the floor, carrying you up as well. He began walking, stopping at the wall on the other side of the room which he pushed you up against. Feeling his weight confining you to the wall ignited the same arousal and desire to be dominated as yesterday, and you let out a soft moan into Hugh's mouth. He took the hint and started walking again, carrying you through the long hallway leading from the entrance hall and through one of the doors. It wasn't until he threw you onto the soft, cushiony, material and leaned right over you that you realized he had carried you into your own bedroom.

Surrounded by the posters of your sports idols and favorite rappers, as well as the many trophies you had collected growing up, and with your windows completely unobstructed to the city outside, you let your best friend pull down your shorts and underwear before moving on to himself. Your face was already burning hot as Hugh once again let his giant cock spring to life from his pants, and then, without a second to spare, rammed it into your awaiting, soaking wet pussy. You let out your loudest moan yet as, for the first time in 12 hours, the hole inside you was once again filled. Within a minute of entering your room, you were making hot, steamy, passionate love, touching each other all over and making out while moaning into each other's mouths.

You fucked for hours...

Art by Munah Munah, Commissioned by Laffo

And hours...

Source: Mako-chan Kaihatsu Nikki by Bunnywalker

And hours...

Art by Munah Munah

And hours...

Art by Mosako and Takaharu

By the end of it you were leaking cum from every hole, your pussy spewing it out like a waterfall. Your bed was soaking wet from a mixture of sweat and Hugh's and your cum. You had orgasmed together at least 20 times and not once had Hugh shown any signs of running dry. After 4 consecutive hours of raw fucking you were both finally spent and just laid on top of each other in your own fluids, smiling at each other. You raised your head slightly and kissed your new boyfriend on the lips for the hundredth time today.

"Wanna play some Fifa?", you asked as you pulled away from his lips.

"Fuck yeah, dude", he replied and kissed you back.

Thank you for reading this branch, I hope you enjoyed it! It ended up longer than I had planned but I think it was worth it, and I actually have a bonus chapter planned with a time skip in-between, so stay tuned for that! ;)