She Crawled Into My Bed Crying… Left Me Breathless, Scratching My Back, Whispering My Name [M28/F25] [Friends-to-Lovers] [First Time] [Creampie] [Midnight Comfort]

We were best friends. The kind who talked daily, had no boundaries, and shared everything except a bed. Until that night.

She showed up at my door close to 1 a.m., mascara smudged, hoodie half-zipped, eyes puffy from crying. Her ex had cheated. Again. And I was always the one she ran to when her world cracked.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” she said, voice small.

“You’re always safe here,” I told her.

I made her tea, sat her on the couch, and let her vent. But her words started trailing off. Instead, she scooted closer, tucked herself into my side, and just… breathed. Her hand gripped my shirt like she was afraid I’d disappear.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight,” she whispered. “Can I sleep next to you?”

I didn’t think twice.

We crawled under my sheets, fully clothed, her body curling into mine like we were meant to fit that way. I rubbed slow, soothing circles over her back, trying to be a good friend. Just that.

But then… she looked up at me. Eyes red, lips trembling, voice barely a whisper: “Do you ever think about kissing me?”

I paused.

“I do,” I admitted. “Too much.”

Her hand slid to my chest. “Then… kiss me.”

And fuck, I did. I kissed her like I’d been starving for her for years. Because I had. She kissed me back harder, climbing onto my lap, straddling me over the sheets. Her hoodie fell to the floor. No bra. She was trembling not from sadness now, but something deeper.

“You sure?” I asked, fingers brushing her thighs.

She nodded, desperate. “I don’t want to think tonight. I just want to feel something real.”

We undressed each other slow, like it meant something. Like it was something. I slid my fingers between her legs and nearly groaned she was dripping. For me. For this. Her hips rocked against my hand and she moaned into my neck, raw and breathless.

“Need you,” she begged. “Don’t pull out. Please. I need all of you.”

I lined up and pushed inside her, slow, steady, feeling her walls grip me like she was made for me. We both gasped at the same time this wasn’t casual. This wasn’t fucking. This was everything.

Her legs wrapped tight around my waist as she pulled me deeper. Each stroke was slow, controlled, bodies pressed, hands tangled, lips never far. She scratched her nails down my back, moaning my name like a prayer.

“I’m gonna come,” she gasped. “God, I’m..”

She clenched around me, hips grinding, and I lost it. I held deep, let it all go inside her as she cried out again. We came together like our bodies had waited for this moment for years.

Afterward, she curled into me, sweat on her chest, face buried against my neck.

“I think I’ve always loved you,” she whispered.

I kissed her forehead, held her close, and whispered back:

“Then don’t ever run to anyone else again.”