Summary: you were riding your pillow when your friend Chris walked in on you, and decided that you were gonna ride him instead.
Warnings: f masturbation, m masturbation, riding, watching each other, kissing
You're right in the middle of it, your hips grinding down onto the damp, crumpled pillow beneath you, your soaked pussy rubbing against the fabric, desperate for friction. The pillow is bunched up between your thighs, a sorry substitute for the real thing, but it's all you've got right now. Your head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, a low, breathy moan spilling out of you with every rock of your hips. You're so lost in the feeling, the rising pressure in your clit, that you don't hear the door creak open.
"Fuck, what the hell?"
Your eyes snap open. One of your good friends Chris is standing in the doorway, keys still in his hand, his jaw hanging loose. He wasn’t supposed to come over for another two hours. Your heart rockets into your throat, but your body, traitor that it is, keeps moving, keeps humping the pillow, as if it hasn't registered the intrusion yet.
"Chris.. fuck, I..” You try to scramble off the pillow, but your legs are shaky, your pussy still slick and aching. You're caught red handed, literally. The pillow is soaked, your handprints visible on the fabric.
But he doesn't look away. His eyes travel from your flushed face down to your wet thighs, the glistening lips of your cunt still visible between your legs, and back up again. There's a dark, hungry shift in his expression. The friend who's always clapped you on the back, who's crashed on your couch a hundred times, he's staring at you like you're a piece of meat.
"Don't stop," he says, his voice low, rough. He kicks the door shut behind him, locks it without looking away from you.
"What? Chris, we're just friends.. you’re not supposed to see me like this.”
"Doesn't look like you're thinking about friendship right now," he says, but he doesn't step closer. Instead, he crosses to the old armchair in the corner of your room, the one that's always draped with laundry. He sits down, leaning back, and undoes his jeans. His dick is already hard, thick, straining against his boxers. He pulls it out, wraps his hand around the shaft, and starts stroking himself slowly.
"I want to watch," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Keep going. Ride that pillow like you were. Let me see you."
Your breath catches. You should be mortified, but the sight of him, his fist moving lazily along his cock, his eyes fixed on you, hungry and patient, sends a fresh pulse of heat straight to your core. You don't look away. You sink back down onto the pillow, your thighs squeezing it, and start grinding again.
It's different now. You're hyperaware of his gaze, the way his hand slides up and down, the wet sound of his palm on his skin. You whimper louder, letting your head fall back, your hips moving faster. The fabric drags against your clit, and you gasp, moaning shamelessly.
"Yeah, that's it," he murmurs, his strokes picking up pace. "Fuck yourself on that pillow. You look so goddamn good like that."
You can see the precum glistening on the tip of his cock, see the way his abs tighten with each pull of his hand. You can't stop staring. Your own movements become more frantic, more desperate, the pillow saturated beneath you. But it's not enough. You need more than fabric. You need him.
You lift your head, meet his eyes. Your voice is hoarse, needy. "Chris, come here."
He stops stroking, his fist still wrapped around his dick. "You sure?"
"Uh huh," you say, the words spilling out before you can think. "I want to ride you."
He's on his feet in an instant. He crosses to the bed, his cock bobbing, and lies down flat on his back, his arms behind his head. The mattress dips under his weight. He's watching you again, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Well? Come on then. Show me how you ride."
You crawl over to him, the pillow forgotten, your knees sinking into the sheets on either side of his hips. His dick stands tall, slick and eager. You hover over it, your pussy dripping, and reach down to guide the head to your entrance. You both gasp as you sink onto him, slow, inch by inch, until he's buried deep inside you.
“Fuck," you breathe, your hands planted on his chest.
"Ride me," he says, his hands gripping your hips. "Ride me like you rode that pillow."
You do. You start to move, lifting and dropping, your slick heat sliding along his length. The angle is perfect, every thrust hits that spot inside you, makes your vision blur. You throw your head back, moaning loud, your tits bouncing. Chris's hands find your waist, guiding your rhythm, his thumbs digging into your skin.
"That's it, fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his hips rising to meet yours. "Look at you taking my cock, such a good girl."
You lean forward, your mouth finding his in a messy, hungry kiss. You keep riding him, faster now, your clit grinding against his pubic bone with every drop. The pressure builds, coiling tight in your belly.
"I'm gonna cum," you whimper against his mouth.
"Me too," he grunts. "Fill me up, baby. Cum on my cock."
That's all it takes, the shock of his dirty words, the sight of his flushed face beneath you. You shatter, your orgasm ripping through you, your pussy clenching hard around his dick. He follows a second later, his hips bucking, a low growl tearing from his throat as he pumps his cum deep inside you.
You collapse onto his chest, both of you panting, slick with sweat. His hand strokes your back slowly.
"Well," he says, a lazy laugh rumbling through him. "I guess we're not just friends anymore."
You lift your head, grin at him. "Guess not. But next time, lock the damn door."
your living room is full of ambiance with only candles lit and lamps on. next to you sits your bestfriend, chris.
infront of you, the tv glows with some random movie chris insisted you watch. and for some reason, it seems you’re much more invested than he is.
“wait- did you get your nails done?” chris says, his voice breaking the comfortable silence.
truth is chris had been looking at you rather than the movie, the entire time. his eyes trailing over your features and the gold necklace splayed across your neck and collarbones. infact, he’d been looking at you so intently he’d even noticed the long, sharp nails at your fingertips. you didn’t usually have them that long… or that sharp.
you turn your head towards him, drawing your gaze from the movie to him. your eyes finally land on his.
“hm?” you hum, having been too caught up in the movie to actively hear whatever he said.
“oh- i just was saying did you get your nails done? they seem a little different.” he restates.he sees the way your eyes lit up.
he noticed your nails the fact you’d switched them up a little. “yeah, i did” you glint, excitedly putting your hands out in front of you, in chris’s direction, so he could see them. his hands hold yours as he looks at the nails. they are really fucking long, and really fucking sharp.
one of his fingers presses against the sharp end of one of your nails. “holy shit” he chuckles, amazed, or slightly shocked by how sharp they are.
“you like ‘em?”
“yeah, they’re really sharp though.”
you both go back to watching the movie- well, rather, you go back to watching the movie. chris however is still watching your hands. he notice the gold rings on your pinky and index finger. leaving your ring finger and middle finger bare. chris is trying so hard to not have pervy thoughts, but come on, the ring placement? leaving those specific two fingers bare?
his thoughts get the best of him, to the extent he’s now thinking of how the fuck you’d be able to touch yourself with those weapon ass nails?
“wait a minute” chris says before he can stop himself.
“hm?” you turn to him once again.
“how do you like-“ he rethinks what he’s about to ask “how do you touch yourself with those nails?”
oh.
you and chris are comfortable around eachother, so it’s not that weird. you just didn’t wanna talk about the fact you can’t finger yourself, since it’s something you were trying to distract yourself from.
“dude, don’t even bring it up.” you say, being overly dramatic with you mannerisms. “i can’t.” you admit. is it sort of embarrassing it’s affecting you so bad? yes, maybe, but ovulation won’t stop for nails.
“you can’t what?” chris says, his mind skipping past not being able to touch yourself, cause who would be able to live that way? “you cant touch yourself?” he confirms.
“yes, chris. i can’t touch myself.” you restate, a faint pink blush now dusting along your cheeks as your gaze instinctively leaves his.
“oh.” chris says, laced with a tone that makes him sound unsure, probably because he’s never had that issue. you see the change in his expression. from something slightly sympathetic, to something mocking and teasing. he chuckles, ofcourse he’s being an asshole. “you can’t touch yourself” he chuckles again. “could never be me.” he says , just rubbing it all in.
“hey, fuck you!” you exclaim getting a little more annoyed by it than you should.
“aw, poor thing.” chris mocks.
the way chris said that affects you in a way it wasn’t intended to. the mocking lilt in his tone was meant to offend you. instead it did the opposite. you blame ovulation.
“shut up” you scoff, staring to chuckle yourself. “i invited you over to distract me from that, not to piss me off.”
something in chris ticks. you wanted him to come over to distract you from the fact you can’t touch yourself. but what if he helped you out instead?
he swallows before speaking. “oh i can help distract you.” he says with a pervy fucking smirk on his face. you know what he’s insinuating, and so does he.
“very funny.” you say narrowing your gaze with a tilt of your head. but chris’s smirk doesn’t falter. doesn’t waver at all. he’s serious, isn’t he.
“oh absolutely fucking not.”
———
chris’s fingers circle your clit in a teasingly slow manner, drawing soft whines from your mouth.
how did you let this happen? fuck knows.
“chris- fuck, please” you rasp, breathless and pent up.
“please, what?” chris responds with the smuggest look on his face, as he looks down at you beneath him.
“dont tease..” you manage to mumble incoherently.
“what was that pretty girl? use your words f’me.” he says, knowing exactly what you meant. he purposely slows down the rate at which his digits circle your clit just to see you squirm.
“stop teasing me” you stutter. god, you are confused and conflicted at the fact chris of all people is making you whine and stutter.
“mmm…” chris hums like he’s evaluating whether he should listen to you or not. “say please.” he grins, knowing he’s got you cornered.
his fingers come to a full stop, yey still press firmly on your now throbbing cunt.
“i’m not gonna-“ you start, but the fight in you has officially left. “please” you rasp.
“see, was that so hard?” chris teases just to piss you off.
his fingers pick up where they left off, now doubling down on the effort. he slides two fingers into your soaked entrance. he chuckles, with an amused and cocky lilt. “so fuckin’ wet, you get this wet for other people or am i special?” he teases.
“fuck off-“ you start, before you’re cut off by the feeling of chris’s fingers curling just right, as they thrust in and out of your sopping cunt at a sickening pace.
as he pulls moans from your lips he can’t help but look down at you with a smug grin. chris had forever tried making moves on you and you’d managed to turn them all down. but he knew he’d get there eventually, even under specific reasoning.
he changes the angle of his hand so his thumb can brush small, tight circles over your clit; the double stimulation unravels you.
that’s when chris realises he’ll be addicted to watching you unravel and moan under his touch for a long, long time.
a low heat in your belly grows at a rapid pace, it immediately has you in a trance, your eyes fluttering as you whine his name over n over and the coil low in your stomach tightens.
“shit- chris, m’gonna cum” you whine, and to chris that is the most pretty sound he’s ever heard.
“yeah, baby? cum all over my fingers sweet girl.” he coos, and that sweet tone is just enough to push you over the edge.
your orgasm crashes over you just as he says that, your pussy clenching around his fingers. for a second he admires you, so raw and vulnerable. your back arching as your eyebrow knit in pleasure. so pretty, so vulnerable.
“holy fuck..” you rasp as you feel his fingers leave you empty. he maintains eyecontact with you as he brings his glistening fingers to his lips and licks them clean, tasting you. your heart palpitates at the sight.
“helpful?” chris grins.
a/n ⟢ ok so this is my first fic, kinda nervy so pls lmk if you enjoyed! also lmk if you’d wanna see more of bsf!chris and bsf!reader
*This came from an idea that @dykes4chris had. HERE is the post.*
Word Count: 3.1k
Summary: In which you weren't invited to a party, so Chris gives you a party of his own (wink wink)
CW: 🔞 Explicit Sexual Content (Smut): oral (f and m receiving), fingering, dirty talk, doggy style, unprotected sex, possessive language, restraint/holding down, dom!Chris, switch!Reader, over stimulation (both parties), if I missed anything please let me know! If under 18, I am not responsible for the media you consume. (MDNI)
It was another normal Friday night for you, but for Chris, it was the night of a big party he was invited to with his friends.
Chris’s phone buzzed with another message from his group chat:
Matt: Party’s on tonight! You coming, bro?
Nick: Yeah, come on. Noah offered to pick us up tonight.
He glanced over at you. You were curled up on the couch with a big blanket around you, your attention half on the TV, half on your phone. Chris bit his lip, he was very conflicted. He already knew you hadn’t been invited—a detail that stung more than he liked to admit.
He typed out a reply—
Chris: Nah, I’m going to hang with my girl tonight.
—then put his phone down for good measure.
You noticed him putting his phone down, raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t you have a party to go to?” you asked, your voice calm and soft. “Your brothers and friends have been talking about it all week, baby.”
Chris shrugged. He reached over and lightly traced a design on your upper thigh. “I’ve told you before, ma. If you don’t get invited, I won’t go. If they don’t want my girl, then they don’t get me. Besides, staying in with you sounds like a much better idea.”
You smile, but roll your eyes playfully. “Chris, I love you. It’s fine, go to the party. You deserve to have fun on a Friday night.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “I am pretty sure I can find other ways to have fun tonight. Ways I might enjoy way more than some dumb fucking party.” You felt goosebumps rise on your body. You turned to face him completely, your eyes filling with want as Chris lightly brings his lips to your neck, leaving soft kisses before gently sucking on a spot that drives you crazy.
You moan softly as Chris’s hands slide under your shirt, his hands touch your breast, and he smiles wickedly when he feels that you aren't wearing a bra. “Let them enjoy getting drunk at a party,” he whispers, his voice gravelly. “Tonight, I want to make my girl have fun too.”
You gasp softly as his fingers pinch and roll a nipple as he speaks. He gently lays you back on the couch, making it clear that he's not going anywhere. You have all of his attention tonight.
Chris looks into your eyes for a second. It feels like the world pauses. He smiles at you for a second, and you catch a glimpse of the soft, goofy boy you fell in love with. Before you can say anything, it vanishes as his mouth attacks yours. The kiss is sudden and hot. His mouth moves against yours expertly, his tongue sliding into your mouth and tangling with yours without so much as a second thought. You whimper at the sudden feeling, your hips arching up for more.
“Fuck, baby, do you have any clue what you do to me?” he whispered, his voice harsh. He pinched your nipple hard, and a small gasp left your mouth at the contact. “Those other people don’t know what they are missing by not inviting you. Having you under me like this, all submissive. It’s absolute perfection, don’t regret not going one bit.”
Chris slowly pushes your shirt up, gently lifting it over your head and tossing it somewhere in the living room. He stared in awe at your chest. He moaned quietly, then dipped his head and pulled a nipple into his mouth, biting gently, then soothing over the spot with his tongue.
“Fuck— Chris.” You pant softly, arching up into him again, causing a chuckle to fall from his lips.
“Ma, I just really want you to know that I would never turn this down for some fucking party.” He groans.
His hands work quickly on the tie of your pajama pants. Once untied, he pushes them and your underwear down your legs, exposing you completely. Cool air hits your body, causing goosebumps to form over your legs.
“Fuck… so fucking pretty,” Chris whispers, as his hands spread your legs apart, putting your soaked pussy on display for him. He licks his lips at the sight.
You brush your hands through his hair, feeling how soft it is. Chris leans into the touch, giving your palm a quick kiss. Then he starts to kiss down your body, messy kisses that leave a trail of spit behind. You pull his hair gently, “Chris. Please.” He chuckles softly, kissing lower. He gets to your waist and leaves soft kisses all across it, then he moves to your thighs.
Before you have time to think, he bites one of them gently and sucks. A quiet hiss falls from your mouth. When he comes back up, there's a red mark there. You know it’ll be a bruise come morning.
“Tell me what you want. Use those words, ma. Beg for it.” He teases, you glare.
“Chris.”
“[Y/N].” He speaks in a light tone, knowing he’s annoying you. Just to make his point, he gently blows air onto your wet core. You buck your hips, and he laughs softly. “Just beg. Don’t be a brat.”
You sigh, knowing you won’t win. It’s not often he makes you beg. Tonight, he is just on a different level. It’s hot, you will admit.
“Please. Use your tongue, make me feel good.” You say softly. He smiles and kisses your hip quickly, accepting the form of begging you are giving him.
“Well, if you insist.” Chris teases.
He settles between your thighs, rubbing them slowly at first. Just staring at your lower half, not saying anything, just admiring. Chris slowly drags his tongue up the inside of your thigh. You grip his hair as a loud gasp comes out of you. He chuckles, placing a sweet kiss right on the inside upper part of your thigh. “I swear if you don’t stop teasing me, we are going to have problems, baby.” You warn, eyes closing in pleasure as he kisses your thigh again.
“Someone is impatient, guess I should just give my girl what she wants, huh?” He speaks heatedly.
Before you can even answer, he flicks his tongue over your clit, giving it soft little licks. You moan softly; the feeling is amazing. He does that for a while before deciding to increase the pace, his mouth places itself over your clit, and he starts to give it soft sucks and pulls. “Oh fuck, Chris.” You whine as your hips rock against his mouth. He groans lightly and really focuses on making you feel good. As he is sucking, he can feel your wetness getting on his chin, encouraging him to keep going.
Chris hits one spot with his tongue just right, and it all falls to that sensation—hot, wet, just perfect. Your thighs try to close around his head, but he growls, gripping you firmly, holding you open for him. He switches between deep, slow licks and fast, quick flicks, knowing exactly how to push you to the edge. You can feel his breath, his tongue, the roughness of his stubble against your inner thighs, every part of you wanting more.
“God, you taste so amazing.” He mutters in between licks and sucks. Wet sounds fill the space in between that. "I could eat you out forever, never get tired of it.” The sounds are messy and obscene, his mouth devouring you greedily. At his words, you look down at him, watching him go to town on your body, his eyes dark and focused only on pleasing you. You close your eyes in pleasure and whimper, hands running through his hair, gently encouraging him to keep going. Your thighs shake, and your hips roll against his face, a silent agreement to what he just said.
You can feel the orgasm right there. Your body is trembling. You gasp out and buck your hips. “Ch—Chris. I don’t know how much more…” You trail off, the feeling too intense. He nods against you, not stopping, just slowing his actions down.
He brings you slowly back down, the licks and sucks getting less and less. Finally, he pauses. The area around his mouth glistens, and he looks down at where you are spread out. “Fuck, you’re drenched. I can’t get over how wet you are for me. Do you want my cock now? Hmm, ma?” As he talks to you, his fingers are sliding through your wet folds, teasing you. You nod fast, too turned on to find words. “Come on, [Y/N]. Tell me with your words, I know you do, let me hear it.”
Your face blushes a bright red, and you look right at him. “I want your cock deep inside me. Please, Chris.”
His gaze darkened, a devilish smile slowly forming on his face. Chris brings two fingers to your wet pussy, slowly pushing them in. He’s careful, methodical. As that slide all the way into you, you let out a soft moan. “Good girl, you’re going to beg for it. God, you take me so well.” You feel yourself clench around his fingers, pulling out a moan from him.
His fingers move at a steady pace, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back deep inside of you. You rock your hips against his hands, helping him set a rhythm. He smiles and whispers, “That’s right, ma. Take what you need from me. Ride my hand.” He kisses you, it’s a mess of teeth biting lips, tongues tangling, and spit being swapped.
You grab his forearm as he curls his fingers just right, hitting that one spot that usually is the reason for your undoing when he fingers you. “Chris. Oh god. Right there.”
“So fucking wet, clenching around me like you want this. Don’t cum, [Y/N]. I need to feel you stretch around my cock.” he roughly whispers, placing soft kisses at the corner of your mouth. His hand moves slightly faster, trying to see how far he can take it before you crash. Right when he gets you to the edge, he pulls them out. You whine and glare at him.
He smiles and licks his fingers clean,”I told you. No cumming. Not yet.”
He reaches down and strips himself of his jeans, his cock springing out. It’s big, heavy with want, light veins showing on the side, and there is a bead of wetness leaking from the tip. He goes to move towards you and you stop him.
“Not yet, it’s my turn to drive you crazy.” You tease.
Before Chris can even question it, you push him back against the couch. You’re on top of him now, a sinful smile taking over your face. Chris is shocked, but his cock twitches at the change, and you take that as a sign. You slowly slide down his body until you are nestled right between his thighs. You wrap your hand around his shaft, hearing him let out a soft hiss. His hips gently bucked upwards. “Beg. I want to hear your words.” You speak, using his words against him.
He stares at you, he’s shocked that you could be like this. Chris finds it to be the hottest thing. He opens his mouth, “Please. Suck my cock, make me feel good. I beg you, ma.”
You wink at him and bring your tongue to his tip. You gently flick it over him, collecting that bead of wetness. It’s salty and warm, but so good. Without so much as even a warning, you take him deep into your mouth, sucking on him as you go lower down his cock. Chris groans, his hand going straight to your hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail as you bob your head. You’re sucking him hard. Every once in a while, your tongue will swirl around his tip or glide in a different direction on his shaft.
"Fuck. Just like that, ma. So fucking good," he whimpers as he looks down at you, watching as you take in his cock like it’s nothing.
You look up at him, eyes making direct contact. He watches in awe as you slowly go deeper, taking him to the back of your throat, gagging softly on him. Tears well up in your eyes as you come back up. You pop off and gently hold his cock as you give his tip soft licks.
"You love my cock, don't you?" Chris says, voice straining as he focuses on the sensation, eyes going half-lidded.
You hum in a response. Putting your mouth just around his head, giving soft sucks and licks. Chris pulls on your hair to get your attention and whispers, “If you don’t stop, I’ll cum. And I'd rather be deep inside you when that happens.”
You pop off of him, wanting to feel him inside you instead, and give him one last kiss. He moans as he tastes himself on your lips, his hips thrusting against you, letting you feel his hardness against your stomach.
Chris grabs you and flips you so you are on your stomach. He leans over you and gently bites your ear. His hands go to your hips, and he speaks low into your ear, “On your elbows and knees. It’s time we stop playing, and I make you feel really good.”
You adjust yourself so you are leaning on your forearms, elbows, and knees. It isn’t surprising Chris chose doggy style. He loves seeing your ass as he fucks you. Chris rubs his hand over one ass cheek, then a loud smack echoes in the living room. You moan loudly, his hand gently rubbing the red spot that he made.
“Feel good? Want more?” He asks. You nod.
He brings his hand down on the other one, and you whine. Rocking backward against him, feeling his hard cock press against your ass. He bends over as he rubs the spot and places some soft kisses along your back, muttering, “Good girl. Such a good girl.”
“Chris, please. I can’t anymore. I need you in me, please fill me up.” You beg, not even caring how embarrassing you sound.
Chris nods eagerly, and he guides his tip to you. He gently runs it up and down your folds. “Shit. So ready for my cock, huh, baby?” He slowly pushes his head into your soaked pussy, guiding it inside you before pulling it back out. He does this a couple of times, teasing you, wanting to make you squirm. “I’m going to fill you up so good. I want to hear nothing but you moaning, understood?”
“Fuck. Fine. Yes, I understand. Please.” You moan, trying to push your hips back, thinking that might speed this process up. Instead, you get another spank, a soft laugh from his lips, and a mumble about you being overly needy or something.
Without a second thought, he pushes all the way into you. His hands leave a bruising grip on your hips as he buries himself to the hilt. You cry out in pleasure as he stretches you out. He waits a second for you to adjust, and then he starts thrusting, not even being slow. The pace is sinful; he’s here to fuck you now.
“Taking my cock so well. Fuck, you can do it, ma. Take it all,” he grunts, his strokes becoming long and harsh. “This is where I needed to be. Fucking you. Way better than any fucking party.” His words, moans, and the sound of skin slapping skin fill the room. It makes everything ten times hotter.
Chris holds your hips in place and pounds into you. No longer caring if it’s gentle, he is just lost in the feeling of you. Every thrust is purposeful, making you moan as he pulls almost all the way out before slamming hard back into you. His hand comes down and smacks your ass again.
“Chris! Fuck.” You cry out. Clenching tight around him.
“Look at you, taking every inch. You’re such a good girl for me, letting me fuck you like this,” he growled, mouth hot at her ear. “You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you? Gonna soak my cock like the filthy girl you are.”
She nodded frantically, moaning his name, her body shaking as he fucked her harder, faster.
Chris lets go of your hip with one hand. It comes up, and he grabs your hair and pulls it back. “Don’t you ever think I will ever go somewhere you aren’t invited. Got it? Why would I go there when I can do this instead?”
You moan as he pulls your hair tighter. His thrusts are absolutely relentless, unforgiving. You are so close to the edge. You won’t last any longer.
“I know you’re close, I can feel it. I want to feel you make a mess all over my cock. Show me how good it feels, baby.” He grunts right into your ear.
Your back arches more than it already is, the orgasm shooting through your body. You cry out loud, wetness coating all over him. Chris almost loses his control, groaning as he feels you clench around him, his cock twitching inside you. Breathless cries falling from your mouth, as he helps you ride it out.
“That’s it. Milk me, baby. It’s all yours. Fuck, I’m gonna come—” he moans, giving you one last deep thrust as his hand tightens its grip on your hip and hair. He spills deep inside you, filling you up with every last drop he has. You feel the heat of him, the way his hips jerk as he loses himself, his rough groans muffled against your skin.
Once he rides out both of your highs, he lets go of your hips, pulls out, and turns you around to face him. Chris lays you back down, lying right next to you this time, placing soft kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle. You stand up, legs shaky, run to the bathroom, and come back with a towel. Handing it to him, you watch as he cleans himself off. Once done, you lie next to him again as he brings you back into his arms, his hand tracing lazy circles along your skin. The aftermath settles over you, warm and content.
“Ten out of ten will gladly ditch a party for you. I’m also still pissed they think they can just not invite you.” Chris grumbles into your hair.
You smile, “It’s fine. We both know I would’ve wanted to leave within the first hour anyway.”
He closes his eyes, sleep slowly taking over. Before he passes out, he says one more thing. “You’re perfect. It’s their loss, but my fucking gain for sure.” At those words, you snuggle deeper into him and fall into a peaceful sleep with Chris.
M yaps: Sorry this took so long! But like I said, I'm on summer break so yay more consistent fics being posted!
Im halfway through creating a brand new Chris X Reader AU and it got me thinking, does anyone remember the movie Beautiful Creatures? Because the AU is loosely based off Lena and Ethan and I don’t want everyone to be confused.😭🤍
and major thank you to my guppy @sturnsbunny without you i would’ve deactivated a long time ago, thank you for keeping my sanity and being the main reason im still writing i love u always
synopsis: in which trouble misses chris while he’s in atlanta and as things are about to peak, chris says something that has trouble’s blood running cold.
pairing: best friend!chris & “ trouble “ aka best friend!reader
warnings: swearing, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, angst, chris using “i love you” like a band aid and trouble is avoidant.
credits to @mattsstarlet for precious! and credits to @sturnsbunny for bun aka herself!
“shit trouble, been lookin’ forward to this all fuckin’ day.” chris pants, his voice airy and strained as his desperately fists his cock, a mix of his precum and spit acting as lube creating a slick sound that fills the silence alongside your pitiful whimpers.
you’ve got your laptop set up between your spread legs, your back against your pillows and your head lolling back against your headboard as your fingers are buried to the hilt in your soaking cunt, the ministrations squelching as your pace borders on pathetic and needy, chris’ name spilling from your lips in high-pitched whines and whimpers.
“cmon pretty, i know i taught you to fuck that pretty cunt better than that.” chris groans as he watches you fuck your self over the facetime call, his eyes are glued to the sight of your sticky, glossy, and soaking wet heat on display just for him.
“m’so close chris.” you moan, rubbing your clit in tight circles before returning to finger fucking yourself, your thighs trembling and threatening to clamp shut the closer your orgasm creeps to you.
“let go baby, lemme see you put on a show.” he hums before cutting himself off with a moan, something deep and guttural as he fucks his hand, his own release nearly being triggered by watching you push through yours, watching a ring of cum form around the base of your fingers as you continue going, overstimulating yourself just enough that you’re about to cum again and watching your back arch and the delicious moans coming through the speakers finally sends chris over the edge and he’s moaning, loud and unfiltered, and normally this very situation would have you climaxing in seconds, but this time, it makes your heart drop to your stomach.
he just moaned his ex girlfriend’s name. while on call with you. you’re slow to remove your fingers and get up, fighting through the trembling aftershocks and whispers of overstimulation circulating through your veins. you mute yourself on the call and turn the camera off while you gather random clothing from the floor, halfheartedly getting dressed while chris’ voice spills through the speakers, muffled and exhausted, wondering where you went. you quickly unmute, not bothering to turn your camera back on.
“i’ve gotta go.” your voice is clipped and shaky, the humiliation starting to settle deep in your chest and your bones and you hate that your eyes are starting to burn.
“trouble, baby what’s up?” chris prods, picking up on the change in your demeanour and you don’t bother answering him before clicking the red button and shutting your laptop. your hands are clammy and sticky with your own release and your feel dirty and slightly used.
you don’t know what to do with yourself, with the embarrassment that you can’t seem to ignore. the fact that he was thinking of her made you feel sick. and you wonder if he met up with her while in atlanta, he had mentioned a few weeks prior to buying tickets to don toliver that she had moved there. and that thought makes your stomach churn and your head starts to spin. you thought that maybe he’d stop seeing other girls the more you started to establish a situation-ship-esque fling. but clearly you were wrong.
and you don’t know what embarrassed you more, thinking you’d be the only one he was seeing or the fact that within two days apart, he had gone to someone else to satisfy himself and was thinking about her while making you cum.
in a futile attempt to distract yourself, you step into your bathroom and run the water for a shower, scrubbing at your skin to get try and remove the sweat and sticky residue leftover from multiple orgasms but, just like your thoughts, the sticky feeling clings to you. it’s almost as if you’re trying to scrub the shame and anger and humiliation from your body, from your chest and bloodstream and you can’t. you can’t get rid of everything you’re feeling and before you know, you’ve crumpled into a ball against the stall of your shower, tears rolling down your cheeks. and you know that this reaction is only going to force to look deeper into why you’re feeling this way. and in the back of your mind, you already know why.
after your shower you hope to distract yourself by making yourself some food, you’ve always enjoyed cooking and baking and often turned to it as a means to exit reality and your constantly spiraling thoughts for a few hours. but as you stir the pasta swirling in boiling and salty water, you keep cracking back to the moment that you listened to the guy you’ve been in love with and sleeping with for quite some time, moan another girl’s name. and not just any girl’s name, his first love’s name, the first girl that broke his heart. the first girl that ever really left an impact on him. the very girl that changed his outlook on relationships and love and sex. the girl you spent many nights gluing him back together over.
and the fact that he thought about her while watching you in an incredibly vulnerable state stings. it pegs the question of you not being enough for chris, visually and sexually. and that truth is a hard pill to swallow because if you aren’t enough, that means that you and chris have to go back to being just best friends, and after everything you’ve said and done, you don’t know if you can. before you sink deeper into the abyss of thoughts and worries, you force yourself to call bun, your best friend outside of chris and his brothers. the girl you’ve always been able to count on.
“hey trouble, what’s up?” she hums, smiling bright and content before noticing the deep frown settling in your eyebrows and the pout tugging at your lips.
“this is possibly a bit “tmi” but chris and i were just having phone sex and-” you chuckle at the awkwardness of having to say it aloud, because truly, it sounds stupid.
“okay.” she hums, dragging out the sound of the “ay” portion of the word, giggling and waiting as you take a deep breath.
“and as we, you know, finished, he moaned some other chick’s name-“ and before you can finish, bun gasps, her eyes wide and the shock is visible and she’s about to laugh. but before she can, you cut her off.
“but it was macy’s name.” you whisper, turning off the element that your pasta was cooking on and taking it to the sink to drain.
“wait like macy as in his ex macy? the girl that cheated on him after senior year?”
“yeah.”
as you finish cooking your dinner, the two of you continue talking, and bun gives the space to discuss your feelings and helps you understand why it hurts as much as it does, and you’re reluctant to agree but truthfully, you know she’s right. you feel something deeper for chris, which shouldn’t be as much of a shock as it because the two of you quite literally confessed your feelings for each other the first time you fucked, but because nothing really came of it, you didn’t think it held any actual weight.
as the days until chris comes home begin to dwindle, you’re slowly getting over your embarrassment and shame, hoping that by the next time you see chris, you’ll be able to laugh at the situation but for right now, you’re content letting yourself process your feelings and after talking to bun, you feel a hell of a lot better.
chris on the other hand, is lost and a little angry. you’ve been airing his texts and ignoring his dms, you won’t even respond to the tiktoks he’s sent you. basically you’ve ghosted him and for some reason, it stings. he doesn’t know why you’re so distant so suddenly and considering the last time you talked, you were on great terms with him, he’s determined to figure out what threw you off.
you’re a bit taken back when chris sends a text letting you know that he’s throwing a party the night he gets back, and despite not wanting to see him, you send a thumbs up and decide it’d be good to get out for a bit.
as you step into the triplets’ house, you weren’t surprised by the sheer amount of people gathering around. the party chris was throwing was in full swing, the music is loud and you can feel the bass in your throat, there’s coloured lights flashing from a corner and the smell of weed is pungent. and for a moment, your body settles. after keeping yourself shut in your apartment for days on end, you feel like you’re back in your element.
you’re in the middle of a conversation with precious, matt’s girlfriend, and before you can tell her to come with to take shots, you’re both being pulled into the kitchen by nick who has got three shots already lined up, causing you to burst out laughing.
“where’s bun?” nick shouts over the music as the three of you clink your shot glasses together, tapping them to the table and downing them all simultaneously.
“she said she’ll be here in about an hour!” precious hums, answering the question before you had a chance to. the three of you continue to talk and take shots in the kitchen when bun arrives, which the leads to you feeding her shots to catch up to you, nick, and precious.
within a few hours, you’re pretty drunk and you can’t stop laughing as you leave your group of friends who are dancing in the living room, nick and bun standing on the table, grinding against one another, their laughs loud and unfiltered.
you need a second of quiet for a few moments, your head is fuzzy and your face is warm and the smoke clinging to the room is suffocating. you’re leaning against the outside wall of their house, the breeze cool and grounding as you check your phone through bleary eyes. you’re cleaning up your eyeliner when you hear footsteps behind you and the laugh that follows them is one you were dreading. you keep your back to chris and text bun to come rescue you.
“oh shit my bad, didn’t think anyone was out here right now.” chris laughs, his words a little slurred and slow, clearly drunk and a little high. you don’t respond as you turn to walk into the house but chris stops you.
“wait, trouble?” he squints, his eyes are glossy and red but they focus on the tattoo winding up your arm.
“what the fuck? you’ve been ghost since we called while i was in atlanta.”
“i’m not doing this here.” you mutter, looking everywhere but his face, the lingering feeling of shame of embarrassment creeping back up your spine.
“i miss you, trouble.”
“chris please.” you plead, focusing on a rock sitting at the toe of your boot, pretending to find interest in it.
“no. you can’t even look me in the eye y/n, what happened?” chris prods, his voice cracking just slightly.
“you moaned her name.”
“what? whose name? what the fuck are you on about?” chris exclaims, confused and frustrated by the half truths you’re giving him.
“macy’s name. when you were back in atlanta.” you sigh, finally looking at him and you see how it slowly starts to dawn on him what you mean about that night when the two of you were facetiming. chris’ face falls as he remembers thinking about his ex girlfriend after he had run into her just before calling trouble, his stomach twists just slightly and he sees the way you’ve curled in on yourself, the way you’re almost bracing for impact and you’re using your shame and embarrassment like a shield.
“jesus christ trouble, you’re doing all this because i accidentally moaned some chick’s name?” he scoffs,
“chris you don’t understand how humiliating that was. i was quite literally all spread out for you and you were thinking about some other chick. and it wasn’t just any girl’s name, it was your exes name. it made me feel used and so, so stupid.” you snap, pushing your finger into his chest, tears welling in your eyes again and chris sighs, guilt gnawing at him as he pulls you into a hug.
“shit trouble, i’m so sorry. i had just run into her before we called and she briefly popped into my mind. i promise you i wasn’t actually thinking about her, okay? i love you and i want you, no one else.” he whispers, pressing a kiss into your hair as you whimper against his chest, the alcohol clouding your brain as you shake your head.
