in which Chris Sturniolo and y/n are best friends. But what happens when lines are crossed?
⚠︎ : MDNI! SMUT. read at your own leisure.
Mine and Chris's dynamic was simple. We were best friends for 2 years, sticking to each other's hip. Essentially inseparable to say the least.
Chris and I were a pair of best friends that would rather die than lose each other. It was never meant to be complicated, twisted or confusing.
Which it unfortunately had became recently. Chris had came over to my house, nothing out of the ordinary as this was a usual thing for us.
We had smoked some weed thinking nothing of it. Both of us were lightweights, considering we hadn't smoked weed on the regular.
It was supposed to be a new thing for us to try. We had smoked weed but never with each other. It was something we wanted to experience together.
Within just a few hits we were already high. His eyes glossed over as we talked about the most random shit. It was kind of funny how our minds were wondering all over the place now when I look back at it.
But what wasn't funny was when things escalated, in a way they never had before. It started when Chris laid his head on my lap.
Chris had a love for physical contact. Always finding a reason to hold onto me, or just touch me in some way. It was something I grew to be fond of.
We were talking about my ex who I'd broken up with 3 months prior. Chris loved listening to me talk. He didn't care about what as long as he could listen to my voice.
"I wasn't even surprised he cheated. I was just disappointed that I didn't see the signs sooner" I said sighing. As Chris's head was laying in my lap his hand were running up and down my thigh, like it was natural.
"He was a loser" Chris said. "I know" I chuckled. "And honestly the sex was terrible. Like seriously" I said outloud, completely oblivious on how Chris's body tensed up at the statement.
"What makes you say that?" He asked curiously. "He just fucking sucked at everything. And he would avoid eye contact during the whole thing like a fucking weirdo" I laughed.
Chris grabbed onto my thigh lightly. "That's insane. He fumbled" he chuckled. "Right" I said in agreement. His fingers were drawing circles on my thigh, soft and lightly.
One thing led to another. We had sex. And not just any type of sex. Passionate, sensual, messy and meaning sex.
And ever since then, things have been complicated.
My body craved him. My mind was confused. My soul needed him.
But he was my best friend. Is it possible to have sex with your best friend and have things go back to normal? The chances of it ever being "normal" again were slim.
It happened a month and a half ago. Our texts were dry, we stopped hanging out as often. It was like we were walking on eggshells around each other.
I tried having sex with one of my favorite hoes. But after experiencing Chris, I started to think nothing else would equal the amount of pleasure I felt.
And don't get me wrong, Chris was a master in the bedroom. But he was someone who knew me, fully knew me. Who I relied on and had a borderline co dependent relationship with.
So when the distance and silence was so loud between us it fucked me up. He stayed on my mind more than anything else.
He walked into my apartment, casual and confidently like always. Once we got into my bedroom he sat on my bed next to me. The casual and confidence he carried almost seem to lessen.
"I missed you" I said. He gave me a smile that didn't reach his eyes and nodded his head. Silence between us followed my words.
"Can we just be normal?" I asked. He looked at me defensively. "We are being normal" he said. "Right" I said.
"I missed you too" he said.
We laid in the living room watching some ridiculous comedy movie. The awkwardness between us seemed to fade and I was grateful.
But even as we laid next to each other I felt like it was harder to breathe. It was like my body was hyperaware of everything.
The way his fingers played with the t.v remote, it was like he was unknowingly taunting me. Reminding me of how they felt inside me. And the way his lips looked so plush and soft.
It was so hard to focus on the movie with him next to me.
I needed him in unholy ways.
It'd been 2 weeks since Chris had came over. It was tearing a part my heart. I think I realized the reason everything felt better with Chris is because we had a connection.
He was the one person who I thought about before going to sleep. The person I had depended on for the past two years. And knowing that our actions, us having sex, possibly fucked everything up was eating me alive.
Chris is currently dating some random chick. He was never a relationship type of person. And jealousy clawed at my heart at the thought of another girl getting to be with him.
I needed Chris. He wasn't just some casual fling or hookup. He was my best friend. Chris had became more distant ever since he started dating the girl 2 weeks ago.
I understand that there is boundaries to not be crossed. I understand that maybe the girl doesn't want him to spend as much time with me. I didn't give a fuck. He was mine first.
But out of respect for the girl, I pulled back. I stopped texting him as much. I stopped trying to be someone who he wanted. I tried to stop letting myself dwell over the situation.
I had spent time trying to distract myself. And by distract myself I meant fucking my roster and hoping the ache in my chest would disappear. But it never did.
Chris and I have barely talked recently. He'll send me random meme's every now and then but that's the most interaction we've had. Until now.
He texted me, asking if I was at my apartment. And when I read the text my heart beat picked up pace. He said he was on his way. Not even giving me time to put myself together.
20 minutes passed by and I heard the knock on my door.
When I answered the door Chris grabbed onto me, pulling me in for a hug. The hug lasted longer than normal. But I didn't care because I missed the feeling of his arms wrapping around me for far too long.
"I missed you so much" he said, his arms still around me. And after a few seconds he released me. "I missed you too. You get a girlfriend and forget how to act" I joked.
He rolled his eyes dramatically before we walked into my bedroom. "I hate you" I said. "No you don't" he responded quickly and overly confident.
We spent time talking, ordering food and joking about random things that made time pass by.
"I feel like I haven't seen you in years" he said. I hated how he said that. Because that's how I felt too. But I didn't need him to know that. "Your dramatic" I said.
"I'm serious y/n I missed you" he said. We looked into each others eyes, staring for a moment like our eyes had their own language. "Well your the one who became distant" I said blankly.
"Not on purpose" he said, his voice low and steady. "Yeah whatever that means" I said, mocking his vague explanation.
He moved his position on the bed, scooting closer to me. I silently wished that he hadn't came closer to me. Not because I didn't want him to. But because being physically close to him does things to my body.
"You probably shouldn't be this close to me. Your girlfriend would freak out" I said, letting a light laugh fall from my lips. He tilted his head back and let out a chuckle.
"Your insufferable, ya know that right?" he joked. I shook my head hiding a smile. "How is she by the way? You think you found the one?" I asked.
"We don't need to talk about her" he said as he placed his hand on my thigh. It was almost so subtle that I barely noticed. "Why not? Does she have you pussy whipped?" I asked.
He shook his head no, "I hate you" he said. "No you don't" I smiled, copying him from earlier. "Let's watch a movie or something" he said, his attempt to switch topics.
We laid down on my bed after grabbing some snacks from the fridge. "We are not watching mean girls again" Chris said. "You know me so well" I laughed.
I had made Chris watch the movie mean girls at least 50 times by now. I mean what can I say, it's my comfort movie. We decided to put on some random comedy.
As the movie went on Chris and I kept a good, safe, amount of distance between us. Until he decided to scoot closer and lay his head on my chest.
It was something so innocent, until it wasn't. His hand wandered underneath my hoodie, his finger drawing circles on my stomach.
I didn't say anything. Mostly because I didn't want to read to far into it. Chris loved physical touch. So I let it happen, because I loved physical touch just as much.
His head still rested on my boobs when his fingers wandered lower, to the waistband of my sweatpants. It made me squirm slightly, my body wasn't that subtle when he toyed with the waistband of my sweatpants.
Still, I didn't say anything. Even though what he was doing, wasn't necessarily casual, I couldn't get myself to stop him. Because whatever he was doing, I liked.
Then he removed his hand, and I thought maybe it was for the best. Maybe him having a girlfriend would be benifiial, stop us from doing something we couldn't take back.
But then he placed his hand underneath my boob, not directly on top of my boob, but close enough. The movie was background noise at this point, I couldn't concentrate for the life of me.
He tilted his head, looking up into my eyes. "Y/n" he said. "Yeah?" I responded. "You've been on my mind so much" he said. And I didn't know how to respond so I just nodded my head.
He moved his position, letting his elbow prop him up as he stared at me. "You been thinking about me too?" he asked. And all of the sudden I felt like the air in the room became limited.
"Yeah" I responded. He let his hand slide underneath my hoodie and he grab onto my waist, squeezing slightly. His touched burned onto my skin.
"I love you" he said his voice low and dangerous. "I love you too" I responded. His eyes were on mine, and I swore time stopped. "Can I tell you something?" he asked.
I nodded my head. "I really miss you. And I really miss your body on mine" he said. A pink tint was on my cheeks, good thing the only light in the room was my t.v.
"You have a girlfriend" I said, trying to do the right thing. Trying to not give into my desires. Trying to give him an out. He squeezed lightly on my waist.
His hand slid up my body, he cupped my breast with his hand and the action made my breath unsteady. "Tell me to stop then" he said. I was taken back by his words.
As much as I should tell him to stop, I couldn't. I stared at him, unable to use my voice. Unable to respond. He smiled before leaning in, our faces inches apart.
"Tell me to leave, tell me you don't want this" he said. And when I didn't respond he closed the gap between us and kissed my lips. I kissed him back instantly.
His lips were soft and the kiss made my head spin. His hands spread across my body, and then pulled on the waistband of my sweatpants. Our lips enveloped one another, heavy emotions behind them.
And then without any words exchanged, my pants were tossed somewhere on the floor. My body was on fire, our energies were spiraling into each other, becoming one.
His fingers ran over my panties, my body squirmed underneath his touch and a small whimper fell from my lips. He smiled, he enjoyed the way I was falling apart from his touch.
If this is wrong, why does it feel so right? His touch made me feel like I was in a haze, a haze that I was okay with being in. His lips found mine again and I melted.
"Let me show you how much I missed you" he whispered against my lips before kissing me. "I miss hearing you scream my name" he said as he tugged on my panties, erasing them from my body.
"I need to hear you mama" he said as he took of his clothes. The scene unfolding was something I wished for a billion times by now. This time we were sober, not a drop of drugs in our system.
Nothing to blame our actions on. No excuses.
He lined himself up with my entrance. "If you don't want this tell me" he said. "I need you" I said, barely above a whisper. And seconds later he was inside of me.
His strokes were deep and slow at first. The sounds of our liquids filling the room. His hand wrapped around my throat and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
"Let me hear you baby" he said. I was a moaning mess underneath him. "Chris" I whimpered as he started to dive into me deeper, harder. "Fuck" he muttered.
Moans escaped our mouths, our bodies were wrapped around each other, and the heavy emotions we had previously felt were fading as we gave into each others deepest cravings.
He leaned down and our mouths were exploring one anothers. The longing for each other's touch was deeper than words could describe. His moans were like music to my ears, and I soaked in every moment.
He sucked on my neck and then breast, leaving purple love marks all over. His body hung over mine, and I didn't want this moment to end.
"Give me all of you. I need- fuck-I need all of you" he said breathlessly as his dick repeatedly hit my g spot. "Your doing so good, keep going baby" he praised.
My legs started to shake, and the haze I was in only deepened. I didn't care if this was wrong. I wanted to take his soul, keep it in my pocket, just for me to carry.
His phone that was next to us started to ring. I looked over seeing the caller ID. It was his girlfriend calling, a pit in my stomach formed. Not just from the fact that I was about to come.
Chris grabbed his phone and tossed it onto the floor. "Don't worry about it baby. I'm all yours" he said as he interlocked our hands, putting them above my head as he penetrated through my soul.
"I love you" he said as my slick started dripping onto the bed. His movements were sensual, messy and passionate. "I love you too" I said, the end of my words turning into a moan.
The pit in stomach grew, the moans and whimpers were starting to become louder. The elation I felt was beyond describing. "Come for me" he said.
I clenched around him, and before I could process anything I was coming undone. "That's it baby, that's my girl" he praised. His strokes became sloppy and seconds later he was falling apart.
His dick twitched inside me as he filled me up with the streams of desire and passion.
We laid together, just like that, his dick inside me, our liquids spilling out of us as we tried to catch our breath.
"She doesn't mean anything to me" Chris said. We were currently in the shower together. The hot water on my skin was failing at it's just, to wash away the guilt I was feeling.
"I'm not being a side piece Chris. I'm not being a hook up" I said. "Your not. Your my best friend y/n. Your the only one I want" he said. "Then why are you with her?" I asked.
He looked ashamed almost. "To try and get over you" he confessed. "News flash, it didn't work" he said. "I'll text her after we get out of the shower, I'll break up with her" he said.
"Your so fucked up" I said. I felt bad for his girlfriend. But the feeling of my love for him was stronger. "So are you" he responded before he kissed my lips softly.
As we stood under the water, our bodies pressed together and our love combining into one, I knew that he was no good.
He was my best friend. I knew him and he knew me. We were too alike. We were the same person, different gender. Which is why his mess, and my mess worked so good together.
When we got out of the shower he texted the girl and then blocked her. "Come here" he said holding out his arms. "You’re the only one I want to scream my name" he said.
