Disclaimer: I under no circumstance own Hannah Montana and the characters, places associated with it. The idea of this fan fiction belongs to me.
Lover I Don't Have To Love
Miley moaned as she grabbed the sheet covers for support as her best friend, Oliver Oken, gave her her birthday wish. Sex.
If there was one thing she couldn't live without, it was Oliver and his way of making her grab at him when she needed sexual release, but she would never let him know that. Oliver and Miley knew that their sexual relationship was a 'Friends-With-Benefits' type, and nothing further than that. But in Oliver's mind, he came to find this beautiful woman that he had gotten to know over the past years as a work of art, as a special piece of treasure. When she breathed too hard, or moaned too loudly and bore nail marks into his arms and back as they made love it sent his mind spinning with ecstasy.
He wanted to tell her how he felt about her, how she made him crazy whenever she wasn't around. Even now, as her hair was tousled against the pillow underneath her as he pushed in and out of her; he couldn't find any reason why they couldn't be together. They were best friends, he knew she was Hannah Montana and had fallen in love with Hannah Montana before finding out that Miley was her under that blonde wig of hers and they had shared sex numerous times over the course of the months. She had been his first and he had been hers.
Maybe it was right, maybe it wasn't.
Grabbing her hands from beside her, he pulled them up over her head and he rammed into her, making her scream loudly. Her body arched into him, giving him more access into her depths. She bit her lip as she grunted; her eyes closed tightly as she thought how amazing this felt.
She knew that she loved Oliver, but not in the way that she had felt for Jake Ryan, whom she hadn't seen in years. Getting herself involved in this sex business quickly made her realize that hell, high school was fun. It was about sex, drugs and rock and roll and that's what she was going to live by until the end of senior year, or until she found a boyfriend that wouldn't cling to her like plastic wrap.
Never thinking that Oliver could be that person, she stuck with her 'Friends-With-Benefits' relationship with him, not knowing that Oliver cared for her more than she could ever imagine.
Author's Notes: Obviously if you aren't the age of reading a sex story, I suggest that you do not read this at all. It's disturbing to hear that eleven-year-olds are reading what a teenager and adult can handle.
Anyway, onto a better note. It's a short chapter, but that's okay, I've never exactly written a Hannah Montana FF, I'm more of a Harry Potter Fandom Writer if you ask me. But that shall not hinder me from writing this story! Hopefully.
Well, review and review. They make me quite happy. :)
Name of story Ready and Waiting to Fall by Mae; Story title itself Lover I Don't Have To Love by The Bright Eyes.