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𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 18+

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Y/n layed in her bed, sighing in frustration. She hadnt gotten to see Richie a lot lately cause he has been out doing a lot, which was totally understandable to her.

She would never blame him for doing different things and having a life besides her, and she was actually really proud of him for since his days would always consist of just hanging out with her and she wants him to actually branch out.

But Richie had been busy every single day all of a sudden and when they did see each other it wasn't for long, not to mention they hadn't fucked in awhile. Which is something they did almost everyday, they probably had the most active sex life in their friend group.

Whenever they had tried to fuck lately it seemed like they always got interrupted, things would get heated, things were interrupted and then things ended there.

Y/n didnt blame Richie, she knew he probably was just as pent up as she was since she knew how needy he was when it came to their sex life.
But it was becoming a little tiring, she hadn't had a release in almost a month and she really needed it.

She could always masturbate but it wasn't the same without Richie, his fingers could do things she couldn't and they sort of had a rule not to masturbate without eachother, so she tried to follow it.

But this particular day she was just too sexually frustrated.

y/n stared up at her ceiling, the thoughts of masturbating had popped into her head but she knew she could never make herself feel as good as Richie could.

Richie knew just how to pleasure y/n, it was almost as if he memorized every single part of her body and every single way to make her back arch and beg for him to let her cum. Y/n felt those thoughts go straight to her core, if she wasn't wet before she was definitely now.

All y/n could think about was richie fucking her into her bed, and the more she thought about it the wetter she got.

"Jesus christ" she whispered to herself, putting her hands over her face. The feeling in her pussy almost unbearable at this point, she groaned in annoyance.

She couldn't take it anymore as she let her hand trail down her stomach and slip into her panties.
She had been wearing one of richies shirts, like she always does, it smelt just like him and his scent completely intoxicated her.

She spread her wetness through her folds, her finger soaked. Y/n pulled her panties completely off, beginning to get impatient with herself.

Y/n slipped one finger in, immediately gasping.
She had become sensitive from the lack of pleasure she had been getting. Wasting no time, she began to slip in another finger.

"Shit" she gasped again, her pussy overly sensitive, every little move making her eyes roll back.

She already began to pick up her pace, moaning out. Y/n imagined it was richies fingers, plunging in and out of her like there was no tomorrow, driving her crazy. Her other hand immediately trailed down to her clit rubbing in circles.