Hello Dear!

physically i’m in bed but mentally im at coachella⭐️

Ouuu girl I haven’t been here in soooo long

hey hey heyyy

Bet you love sluts

Hellllll yeah holla at me sluts

BOWWW THIS ATE

✎ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬! ✮ 𝐜.𝐬 『 +𝟏𝟖 』

ⓘ best friends? ᚐ sexual tension ᚐ p in v ᚐ creampie ᚐ (kinda?) praise kink ᚐ pet names ᚐ some bantering ᚐ etc. + intended lowercase. 𝐰𝐜. 𝟏.𝟏𝐤

"you sure you’re that quiet during sex?" chris teased when you told him that you had never actually moaned for real during sex. you weren’t sure how and where the topic popped up from, but it wasn’t such a surprise knowing you both loved to switch topics every few seconds.

"well, i didn’t just lay there silently, i did moan, but it was always like pretend-" you paused, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you were talking about something so intimate, but you continued anyway, seeing no point in backpedaling now. "like i dunno if the guys i’ve slept with just weren’t good at it or if it’s just a me problem—probably a me problem honestly."

"wanna bet then?" chris suddenly asked, a slow grin plastering on his lips. he was, no doubt, plotting something that was sure to keep him entertained for days.

"bet? on what?" your brows knitted slightly in confusion as you looked at his increasingly mischievous grin. "chris what do you mean?" you pressed on, cocking an eyebrow when he giggled.

"let’s have sex." he finally said, his lips pressing into a toothless grin when he saw your wide-eyed expression, and his eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement. "i mean it, let’s have sex and the first one to make noise loses!" he exclaimed in between small giggles, obviously having fun seeing you look at him like he had grown a second head.

"what?" you blinked at him, not sure if you were misinterpreting his words or if he actually asked you—his best friend of how many years again? too many to count—to have sex with him and see who makes a sound first. "you’re not for real..." you trailed off when you realised that he wasn’t backpedalling or saying that he is just fucking with you. oh? so he is being dead serious, isn’t he?

despite your shock and surprise, you somehow agreed to the bet. your curiosity, and desire, was far too great for you to resist it.

after the stupid bet was made, you found yourself laying on his bed stark naked with his hefty length shoved deep inside your eager cunt. his hands gripped the underside of your thighs as he kept you, almost, folded in half—your knees on either side of your bouncing tits.

chris barely held back a moan at the way your gummy walls squeezed his length so deliciously. your walls sucked him in greedily whenever he pulled back and your eyes practically rolled back into your skull whenever he thrust deep, and hard, enough to bruise your cervix.

he was biting his lips to suppress the sounds building in his throat as the pleasure consumed his senses, and you were no different despite your initial doubt that he could make you feel good when no one before him had succeeded.

your brows were knitted together and lips slightly parted as you tried your best not to let out the sounds that were bubbling in your throat. your face flushed further when you heard the sound of skin slapping against skin along with the watery squelches of his cock ramming in and out of your absolutely dripping wet sex.

"chris- oh, ffuuuck!" you couldn’t take it anymore and moaned out his name. the moan you let out was such a foreign sound to you that, for a split second, you didn’t believe it came out of you, but the disbelief was quickly diminished as more of those desperate mewls exited your lips as if the first one had broken a dam.

chris halted mid-thrust, a raspy chuckle escaping him when he realized you had caved in and lost the bet. his lips curled into a triumphant smirk as he increased his pace, one of his hands coming down to draw quick circles on your clit in time with his pounding.

"thaat’s it, such a good girl." chris drawled, grunting with each slam. "moan for me baby, louder." he groaned, finally letting out his own sounds of pleasure, and just listening to him were enough to drive you crazy.

your moans grew louder and more desperate as you got closer and closer to your orgasm. your lower abdomen felt taut, a knot forming and twisting more and more as he kept dicking you down so good that you swore you saw sparks whenever he hit your sweet spot.

"sh-shit--shit! i’m gonna cum- i’m gonna... oh fuck!" you cried out when you felt your orgasm hit you in strong waves, making your whole body shudder and shake.

chris’s breath hitched audibly when he felt your inner muscles milk his cock in quick, rhythmic pulses. "fuuck, i’m s’close- just a little more ma... just a little more.” he almost whined as he fucked you into the mattress, his head ducking down to bury itself in your neck as he let out grunts and groans.

he lost his rhythm when he felt the band in his stomach grow unbearably taut before slowly unraveling into waves of pleasure that ran through his whole body. he slammed into you one last time before starting to thrust shallowly, his hips jerking erratically as he pumped his warm cum deep into your greedy cunt.

after a few seconds, chris finally slumped on top of you, breathing deeply to slow down his heartbeat while also trying not to crush you under his weight, but you found the slight heaviness welcome—almost comforting as you caught your own breath.

"well, well, well, guess who just lost a bet." chris teased after a while, propping himself on his elbows and looking down at you with a smirk. "guess you weren’t so quiet during sex, i mean those were some impressive moans." he mimicked your moan, earning himself a slap on his arm that turned him into a giggling mess.

you rolled your eyes at his laughter, even as a smile tugged at your lips, finding his giggles awfully adorable. "what will the loser do then? clean your room? do your laundry?" you scoffed despite your obvious amusement at his smug face.

"nope, the loser is gonna have to let me dick her down again ’cause that was the best sex i’ve ever had and i don’t think being best friends will hold me back from having this sweet pussy again." chris grinned unapologetically, earning a hearty laugh from you.

"you’re crazy, but fine, a bet is a bet, plus i can’t deny how good that was." your words made him grin widely, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

both of you hissed softly when he pulled out, still sensitive from your orgasms. he rolled onto his back and pulled you with him, tucking you into his side as his chin rested on the top of your head, his arm wrapped around your waist.

you and chris talked about random things before drifting off to sleep mid-conversation, cuddling close to each other.

what a cute pair of best friends.

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✩ ˙˖˚᮫ ⁱˢᵃ ᮭ ᮭ.ᐟ if you’ve read this fic before: i’m not stealing anyone’s work! this is a re-upload. etherealsturn was me lol

© 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐚

i’m eating vanilla yoghurt ts is so damn good 😫😫😫

When did my obsession with this woman get so bad.

who are some of ur fav writers?

this is the best question ever

@whor3ing

@bernardsbendystraws

@cherrygirlfriend

@billzbling

@vijaxx

@biloverd

@vanteguccir

@xoluvx

@leoslaboratory

@karaaeilish

@luvs4matt

@bambisturns

@ariestrxsh

@muwapsturniolo

@gracie-eilish

@thebluediner

@47lake

@rafesangelita

@maybanksprincess

@y3sterdaysproblem

@chrepsi

there are SO many more but it won’t let me tag a bunch of people 💔

every time she wears that shorts combo i feel a tear fall down my legs.

like actually suffocate me with ur thighs

i’ve not been able to stop crying for the past 5 hours i’m not even sad about anything is this what insanity is

I LOVE YOU MORE

who are some of ur fav writers?

this is the best question ever

@whor3ing

@bernardsbendystraws

@cherrygirlfriend

@billzbling

@vijaxx

@biloverd

@vanteguccir

@xoluvx

@leoslaboratory

@karaaeilish

@luvs4matt

@bambisturns

@ariestrxsh

@muwapsturniolo

@gracie-eilish

@thebluediner

@47lake

@rafesangelita

@maybanksprincess

@y3sterdaysproblem

there are SO many more but it won’t let me tag a bunch of people 💔