⤷ in which . . . a seemingly innocent late night run to in-n-out with you and your best friend chris escalates quickly.
⤷ warnings . . . smut, car sex, bsf!chris, unprotected sex, making out, use of pet names, praise, dirty talk, semi-public setting? finger sucking, light choking, rough sex, missionary, a teensy bit of dry humping.
⤷ written by . . . @/delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)
the neon glow of the in-n-out burger sign flickers softly through the windshield, casting red and yellow light across chris’s face. you’re both sitting in his car, engine idling, the receipt crumpled in the cup holder while you wait for the ready-for-pickup-text.
it should feel normal. you’ve done this a hundred times. late-night food runs, laughing over nothing, stealing fries from each other. but tonight feels…off. quieter.
he drums his fingers against the steering wheel, jaw tight, eyes fixed ahead. “you’ve been quiet,” he mutters.
you shrug, picking at a loose thread on your hoodie. “just tired.”
“you’re a bad liar,” he says instantly, smiling.
you glance at him, heart thudding a little harder than it should. “and you’re annoying.” that earns a small huff of a laugh, but it fades quickly. the silence comes back, heavier this time.
you don’t know who moves first. maybe it’s you shifting in your seat. maybe it’s him turning just slightly toward you. but suddenly, you’re both looking at each other…really looking. and something snaps.
“what?” you whisper, barely audible.
he shakes his head once, like he’s trying to stop himself. “nothing.”
“chris—”
“don’t,” he cuts in, voice lower now. rougher. “if i start, i’m not stopping.”
your stomach flips. “start what?”
he lets out a slow breath, eyes dropping to your lips for half a second before snapping back up. that’s all it takes.
“you’ve been looking at me like that all night,” he says quietly. “you think i didn’t notice?”
heat floods your face. “i wasn’t—”
“you were.”
his voice isn’t teasing, it’s certain.
your chest rises and falls a little faster. “so what if i was?”
his hand tightens on the steering wheel. “then you’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmurs.
the air in the car feels too thick. too small.
“chris, you know we can’t.” you say, but it comes out weaker than you meant it to. you don’t even really know what you’re referring to when you say “can’t,” it just slips out.
he lets out a quiet, humorless laugh. “yeah,” he says. “that’s the problem.”
your breath catches. the words hang between you, heavy, undeniable. you should say something. you should laugh it off. you should open the door and step out into the cool night air and pretend none of this is happening. instead, you lean closer, just a little.
his eyes flick down again—to your lips. and this time, he doesn’t look away. “tell me to stop,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.
you don’t. you can’t. and that’s all the permission he needs. his hand comes up, hesitant for half a second before cupping your jaw, pulling you in. the kiss is messy. not soft—not careful. it’s years of tension, of stolen glances, of what ifs crashing into one moment.
you gasp against his mouth, fingers gripping his shirt without thinking, and he exhales sharply like he’s been holding it in for too long.
“shit,” he mutters against your lips, forehead pressing against yours for a second. “we shouldn’t—”
you kiss him again to shut him up, harder this time. that hesitation? gone. his hand slides from your jaw to your waist, pulling you closer across the center console, the awkward angle not stopping either of you. “mmm fuck—you’re gonna be the death of me,” he murmurs, voice rough, almost shaky.
“then stop me,” you whisper back. he doesn’t. instead, he leans back slightly, eyes scanning your face like he’s trying to memorize it, like he can’t believe this is actually happening.
“you sure?” he asks quietly before escalating. there’s something softer there now. careful. real.
you nod, breath unsteady. “yeah.” his hand tightens on your waist, grounding you.
“we cross this line,” he says, voice low, “we’re not going back.”
your heart pounds. “good. i don’t want to go back.”
that does it. he pulls you over the console fully this time, guiding you onto his lap, the confined space of the car suddenly feeling even smaller, more intense. you let out a shaky breath, hands bracing on his shoulders as you settle against him, both of you pausing for just a second, taking it in.
“this is crazy,” you whisper.
“yeah,” he breathes.
his forehead rests against yours. “but i’ve wanted this for way too long to pretend i don’t.”
your chest tightens. you kiss him again, slower this time, deeper, your fingers sliding into his hair as his hands steady your hips. chris lets out a slow, sensual groan as he feels you start to grind against his lap, a bulge growing through his jeans.
“fuck baby,” he mutters against your lips. “you keep doin’ that i might just cum in my pants.” he smiles against your lips, you just wrap your arms around his neck, looking down at him.
“chris—” you murmur, desperation in your tone. “i need you—please i just—” you’re cut off by his lips slamming against yours again. you can feel his hand moving off you lightly, unbuckling his seatbelt. he lifts you off his lap just a little bit as he opens his car door.
“backseat,” he whispers, lifting you up with ease. you wrap your legs around his waist as he picks you up, getting out the car and opening the backseat door. he places you inside, laying you down on the seat before getting in back with you, shutting the door behind him.
you start to undress immediately, carelessly slipping off your shirt first, then your pants, and everything underneath until you’re completely bare beneath him. chris’s shirt is off, he tosses it to the front. you sit up, palming his bulge, he looks down at you with a captivating, and aroused gaze as he lets you unbuckle his belt and tug his jeans and boxers down, he slips it off impatiently, leaving it on the floor of the car.
“mm, you want this baby? you want me inside of you, don’t you?” chris teases, you nod immediately, laying back, bringing your knees up to create space in the confined space.
“please chris—i want you…” you whimper out, it sounds pathetic, but chris smirks regardless, the sound of your desperation like music to his ears.
chris doesn’t waste any time, his cock lines up to your entrance, and before you know it—he’s sliding himself inside of you. both of you gasp at the feeling—at the intense stretch—at the steel gate of “just friends” breaking at this very moment.
“you have no idea how long i’ve thought about having you like this…” chris grunts as he starts to thrusts into your soaked cunt, your moans slipping out without you even realizing it is. you’re enjoying every second of it—beneath him, completely soaked, already ruined and he’s barely even started.
your back arches as his thrusts grow faster, messy, sloppy, just desperate. you gasp as his thumb comes up to your bottom lip, slowly parting it. he looks in your eyes the whole time as his cock moves in and out of you, he slowly dips his thumb into your mouth, your eyes roll back as you take it in your mouth, sucking lightly.
“yeahhh, just like that…” chris whispers, head dipping down to your neck, kissing softly. “bet you’d love to suck on my dick like that, yeah? such a pretty mess for me…” he praises, murmuring against your neck.
“chris! gonna—gonna cum!” you squeal out, he nods as he straightens up slightly to give you room, thrusts more controlled, but getting deeper…and deeper…to help you reach your climax.
“don’t stop—don’t fucking stop—” you plead, eyes shutting as you feel yourself reaching your peak. chris’s hand comes up to your throat, just lightly squeezing to get your attention.
“eyes open. look at me while you cum, okay pretty girl?” he coos, hand moving to cup your cheek now. you nod and keep your eyes on him, his gaze filled with something you can’t quite place, but it’s dark…alluring…something you just can’t seem to look away from.
“oh—oh shit!” you let out a mixed gasp and moan as your orgasm hits you hard, releasing all over chris’s cock, triggering his own orgasm as his cum shoots into your cunt. the feeling is sensational, euphoric, like a breath of fresh air.
“fuck, that was hot…y’did so good for me..” chris mumbles, slowly easing himself out of you. you smile stupidly, sitting up more, leaning against the car door.
“that was…” you start, but you can’t seem to find the right words.
“intense?” chris asks, hand finding your waist to pull you closer.
“yeah, but…great.” you laugh. chris smirks, leaning in close, lips slowly finding their way back to yours. chris doesn’t even hear his phone buzz with an incoming message, he’s as oblivious as ever. because he’s dreamed of this exact moment, dreamed of watching his cock move in and out of you, dreamed of sharing such a special and intimate moment shared with you, his best friend of years.
