i’m anna, asian petite college girl who’s been drowning in deadlines and shifts lately, leaving me zero time to get laid. i’ve been so touch-starved it’s humiliating—weeks dragging by with nothing but my own fingers, sneaking quick rubs under my sheets late at night, fantasizing about hands roaming my body, skin pressed hot against mine, anything to kill the ache. i’ve got this friend who’s been in my orbit forever—sweet, lanky, a little dorky, and carrying a torch for me since we met. he’s always slipping in flirty comments, brushing my arm a little too long, or shooting me these shy, hopeful looks, but he’s never made a real move, just hovered in that friend-zone limbo.

last night, i was crashing at his place after a long day, slumped on his ratty couch, whining about how desperate i felt—my skin practically crawling for contact, my body begging for something more than my own touch. he grinned, half-laughing, “i’d fix that for you, y’know,” his tone playful but edged with something heavier. i caught his eye, all that pent-up frustration bubbling up, and said, “okay, let’s do it—you get to fuck me, i get fucked, but no strings, no feelings, just this once to get it out of our systems.” his face lit up like i’d handed him the moon, and he nodded fast, “deal, just sex, nothing else, i get it,”

it was pure, no-strings madness, and i’d slap a 9/10 on it for how perfectly it hit the spot. i ditched my hoodie, standing there in a skimpy tank and thong, my thick gym ass popping as i climbed onto his lap, feeling the heat of his thighs under me. he ripped his shirt off, hands trembling but ravenous, yanking my tank down so my tits spilled out, nipples stiffening in the cool air. i tore his sweats off next—his cock sprang free, long and fat, way thicker than i’d pictured, precum already beading at the tip. i was floored, smirking to myself at the surprise, and leaned in, sucking him sloppy—lips stretching around him, tongue flicking his slit ‘til he twitched, a low groan rumbling out of him as i worked him for a minute, getting him slick and ready.

he flipped me onto my back, shoved my thighs apart with rough, eager hands, and slammed into me—his dick plunging deep, stretching my pussy wide, balls smacking my ass with a wet slap as he fucked me raw. my tits bounced free, thong tangled uselessly at my ankle, and i clawed his back, nails digging in as my legs trembled, juices soaking the sheets beneath us. my pussy pulsed around him, gripping tight while he drilled me into the mattress, his hips snapping hard, relentless, driving me into a frenzy—my body arched up, chasing every brutal thrust, sweat beading on my skin as the tension coiled tighter.

then he flipped me onto my knees, gripped my hips like a vice, and spread my ass cheeks wide—rammed back in, railing me so hard my face smashed into the pillow, muffling my screams as the bedframe rattled. his cock stretched me to the brink, thick and unforgiving, slamming deep as my wetness dripped down my thighs, pooling in sticky streaks while he spanked my ass ‘til it stung red and raw. he went faster, thrusts turning wild and erratic, sweat dripping off him onto my back—then he buried himself balls-deep, and hot, thick cum exploded inside, flooding my pussy, pulsing out in heavy, messy waves as he kept pumping, cum oozing around his shaft, streaking my legs and the sheets below. i collapsed, a sweaty, wrecked heap, every nerve singing, touch-starved no more.

we were loud as fuck—bed creaking like it’d snap, my screams barely stifled, his grunts echoing off the walls. i’m paranoid the neighbors caught every second, probably banging on their ceilings, but screw it.