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â¤ď¸ wc. 3.2k
â¤ď¸ summary. nathanâs wasted after a party, leaning on you and chris (his girlfriend & best friend) to take care of him after drinking his life away. however, after he falls asleep, you and chris are left alone.
â¤ď¸ warnings. heavy sexual content, slut shaming, cheating, betrayal, veryyy much toxic, mentions of being drunk, oral (f!receiving), reader discretion is heavily advised. not proofread oops, just horny asf for both LMFAO
⍠â you say i could make you feel good, better than he could.
Nathan let out a dreamy sigh. âChris,â he murmured, swaying slightly. âYouâre so cute. Have I ever told you that? Hm?â Chris didnât respond. Nathan took offense to that. âHm?! Iâm talking to you, motherfucker.â He clumsily swung a fist toward Chrisâs arm, but he was too drunk to land a real punch. Instead, his hand just kind of patted Chrisâs shoulder, the same shoulder that was helping to keep Nathan upright.
You were on Nathanâs right, his arm slung heavily around your shoulders. Chris was on his left, doing the same, both of you propping him up as he stumbled between you.
After some crazy ass party, Nathan was completely wasted, so drunk he couldnât even stand up straight. None of you were in any condition to drive, so the three of you had taken an Uber.
Your boyfriend had clearly enjoyed himself a little more than the rest, since you were now helping guide his drunk self up to Chrisâs room. âI love you guys so much, man. Like, youâre my best friend, dude,â Nathan mumbled, leaning his head slightly toward Chris, who just nodded along patiently to whatever his best friend rambled about.
Chris opened the door to his room, twisting the knob as Nathan kept going. âAnd you, baby,â Nathan said, turning to you with bleary eyes. âYouâre my world. Like, I love you this muchâoh, fuck.â He let go of both you and Chris to stretch his arms wide, trying to demonstrate just how much he loved you. What he didnât realize was that your shoulders were the only things keeping him upright.
Nathan immediately toppled forward and landed face first on the floor.
Chris smacked his lips and gave you a look, nodding for you to grab hold of Nathan again. The two of you each took an arm, lifting him up as he groaned and made small noises of protest. âWhy did the face hit my floor?â Nathan mumbled, rubbing his cheek with a pout.
ââWhy did the face hit my floor?ââ Chris repeated, raising an eyebrow. âYou mean, âWhy did I fall on my face,â dumbass. Making no sense.â You sighed as the two of you gently lowered Nathan onto the bed. He immediately started mumbling a bunch of random thoughts â jumping from one topic to the next, then circling back to where he started.
Even as you knelt down to take off Nathanâs shoes and socks, he kept talking, all you heard was thoughts with no clear direction. He didnât stop, not even when you and Chris took turns fluffing his pillow.
âNate?â Chris finally cut in.
âYeah?â
âShut up,â
You started making your way toward the door to give nathan some space to sleep off his drunkenness. There was no way you wanted to be right there if he threw up, youâd just bought this cute baby blue dress that made your tits look amazing. No way were you risking ruining it! It was way too cute for that.
You were going to crash on the couch, while Chris took the other side. It was an L-shaped couch, so your feet would end up right next to his face, not exactly ideal, but it worked. You were too drunk to drive home, not as wasted as Nathan, but definitely still drunk.
âWhy are you guys leaving?â Nathan scrunched his brows and pouted his bottom lip. âThis is mean as fuck. Youâre just gonna leave me in this dark room?â Your boyfriend was so drunk he huffed like he was about to throw a tantrum, then turned away from you both, facing the wall âJust say you hate me,â he muttered, lifting a hand and flicking his wrist toward the door. âJust fuckinâ go.â
Chris shook his head and rolled his eyes at how dramatic Nathan got when he was drunk, like a little fuckinâ kid who didnât get the new PokĂŠmon card. Annoying as shit. But he loved that annoying shit he called his best friend. So, fuck it. You watched as Chris paused, glancing between you and Nathan. For a solid three minutes, he just stared back and forth while Nathan filled the silence with his dramatic little groans and sighs.
Chris huffed and said, âFine. Just stop crying.â Nathan immediately shifted his body to face the two of you again, though he stayed lying down. He stretched out his arms, inviting you to come cuddle with him. You didnât hesitate and climbed into bed beside him. But instead of letting him be the big spoon, you scooted over and patted your chest, telling him to lie on you.
Nathan settled in without hesitation, nuzzling close and making himself comfortable against you. âGuess Iâll just take the floor,â Chris said, eyes moving between you and Nathan as he grabbed an extra blanket and pillow from his closet. He decided to sleep on the floor, right next to the side of the bed where you were lying.
Nathan buried his head against you, planting sloppy, drunken kisses along your neck while mumbling words that sounded like words you were pretty sure didnât even exist.
You tried to drift off, closing your eyes as soon as Chris settled on the floor and switched off the lights.
Nathan soon stopped his sloppy neck kisses and began to drift off, shifting toward the left side of the bed, away from where you lay on the right and Chris slept on the floor. He turned his back to you, a clear sign he was going into a deep sleep. He tucked his hand under the pillow and got comfortable, finally.
You took that as your cue and shifted slightly to face Chris more. The room was pretty dark, the only light spilling in from the neighborâs house. âChris?â you whispered into the quiet. âYou still awake?â
There was a long pause, and for a fat minute, you thought Chris had fallen asleep, the room was completely silent. Then you felt his hand lift at the edge of the bed, fingers teasing the hem of your dress. âGuess youâre awake,â you mumbled, as his touch started drifting higher.
However, you slapped his hand away. âAre you crazy?â you whispered, turning your head just enough to glance at Nathan. The light from the neighborâs house revealed Nathanâs back still turned to you, completely unaware. Okay. Good.
His hand slid up from the floor first, brushing the hem of your dress before drifting higher. He traced slow figure eights over your clit through the thin fabric of your underwear, making your thighs tense. âYou looked so good today,â he murmured from where he lay.
But the longer he touched you, the less satisfied he seemed with the distance. By the time you realized it, Chris had pushed himself up off the floor, now against the side of the mattress. He leaned in closer, hovering over you now, his stomach pressed against the edge of the bed.
His fingers hooked under the waistband of your panties, tugging them to the side. The cold air hit you first, then the heat of his breath followed.
âThe self control wasâŚâ Chris dipped two fingers between your lips, the sudden touch dragging a shaky gasp from you. His words broke off into a laugh as he pressed deeper, fingertips sliding against the wet heat heâd already pulled out of you. âCrazzyyyy,â he finished, drawing the word out while his thumb circled lazily over your clit.
The pressure was insane. He pressed down just long enough to make your toes curl, then pulled away to drag his fingers through your folds again, smearing your arousal across your skin.
You trembled, biting back a whimper, but it only made him worse. His thumb found your clit again, pinching it lightly between his finger and thumb before rolling it, making you jolt with a squeaked moan.
Hmph!
You jolted, and Chris instantly pulled his hand back. The room was still dark enough that Nathan wouldnât have seen a thing. Though, the sudden noise turned out to be him rolling right off the bed and hitting the floor with a thud.
âThat hurt,â Nathan grumbled from the floor. The sheets ruffled as you pushed yourself up. You were about to round the bed to help Nathan off the floor and back onto Chrisâs bed, but Chris stopped you with a, âLeave it.â
There was no way you were leaving your boyfriend on the floor. Chris must have seen it in your expression because he sighed softly. âHeâs drunk as shit,â he whispered. âWhen Nathanâs drunk like this, he loves cold floors. listen.â Lo and behold, your boyfriend was full on snoring now, as if he wasnât awake five seconds ago.
You narrowed your eyes, catching the smile playing on Chrisâs face. What the fuck was he so happy about? Nathan being so out of it?
As if he was answering you, Chrisâs hand clamped around your forearm and shoved you back onto his bed. Your head landed near the foot of the bed, tilted slightly to the left, legs spread open as he positioned you where he wanted. From that angle, it only took the smallest turn of your head to see Nathan curled on the floor. His flushed cheek pressed into the floor.
Chris slid between your thighs, his weight settling against you. He glanced down at Nathan once, before leaning in. âQuiet,â his mouth crashed onto yours before you could respond. You kissed him back hungrily, gripping at his shoulders, savoring how soft his rosy lips were despite the rough way he always took you. His tongue swept over your bottom lip, wetting it, then pulled back with a loud âmmchtâ that broke the kiss. Instinct made your gaze flick toward Nathan. Relief immediately rushed through you when you saw him still sound asleep, completely unaware of what was happening only a foot away.
Chris smirked at the sight of your glances and began trailing kisses down your body.
âI love how scared you are.â He pressed wet kisses along your knees, moving higher, closer to where you were weakest. This was so dizzying, like being strapped into a rollercoaster, that stomach flipping mix of excitement and fright. The thought of Nathan waking up, catching you spread out beneath his best friend, made your pulse race harder than Chrisâs mouth ever could, surprisingly.
When his lips brushed your clit through the thin barrier of your underwear, your breath stuttered, the fabric instantly damp beneath his mouth. His hand slid up your stomach to your breast, cupping and squeezing until your back arched into his touch.
It was too much: the fear, the pleasure. You shoved at his shoulder with the heel of your foot.
Chris only shook his head, his thumb flicking over your nipple. âAnd when you push me away,â he groaned, âwhen itâs too much⌠the sexiest part.â
He shoved your underwear aside like he had earlier, and latched his wet mouth onto your clit. The sudden tightening pressure made you gasp, the sound bursting from your throat before you clapped a hand over your mouth. Your head turned automatically, eyes darting to Nathan. He shifted slightly on the floor, a groan rumbling in his sleep, and the sight made your pulse skyrocket. You bit into your palm to keep yourself silent.
Chris didnât care. He never gave a shit. His hand fisted the hem of your baby blue dress, dragging it higher and higher until it bunched against your collarbone. He wanted nothing in his way.
Cool air licked over your stomach and chest, making your nipples tighten into hard peaks.
âGod,â he muttered against you, the vibration vibrating right through your clit. He rolled one nipple between his fingers, pinching just enough to make you jolt, before teasing the other. All the while, his tongue worked lazy circles over your swollen clit: slow, then fast, then slow again.
Chrisâs mouth tightened around your clit, sucking harder, his cheeks hollowing. Your thighs spasmed uncontrollably, your body betraying you completely, until Chris caught one and hauled it over his shoulder.
Now he had you open wide for him, one leg hooked high on his shoulder, the other pinned beneath his weight as he buried himself deeper between your thighs. The new angle made everything blurry. His tongue flicked and dragged, and you could feel every throb of your body responding against your will.
Your head dangled off the edge of the bed, vision swimming, the ceiling blurring in and out as your anxiety blends with the pleasure. You couldnât stop thinking about Nathan. Just a few feet away, your boyfriend slept peacefully.
Chris was eating you out like he hadnât seen food in years, like somebody had just tossed a starving dog his first meal. And chris wasnât just licking, he was chewing the fuck out of it, tongue and lips working so hard you swore you were about to lose brain function. Your legs were twitching, your back was arching, and at one point, you deadass started seeing little flashing shapes at the edge of your vision.
You yanked your hand off your mouth to speak, embarrassed when a moan slipped out before you could stop it. âMmâChris, Iâm literally gonnaââ âShh!â he cut you off, the word muffled against your cunt. The vibration from his voice sent a shock through you, making your hips jerk. Another moan tore out of your throat, higher this time.
Chris pulled back just long enough to slap his palm over your mouth, leaning in close, eyes narrowed. âLoud as shit,â he glanced at nathan, pinching your thigh with his free hand before diving his head right back down between your legs.
Even with Chrisâs hand clamped over your mouth, he could still feel the moans vibrating against his palm, one after another, back to back. Damn. He was that good?
Your eyes snapped to Nathan on the floor. His breathing was steady, still asleep.
âYou like this shit too much.â Chris pulled back just enough to slap your pussy lightly with two fingers, watching you jolt. âMoaning with your boyfriend passed out right there. Loud as fuck. You wanna get caught, donât you?â
Your hips bucked helplessly, chasing his mouth, but Chris slammed your thigh back down with his free hand, pinning you open. He flicked his tongue over your clit, sucking so hard it ached. You sobbed against his palm, eyes watering, body thrashing in tiny jerks.
âStay still,â he hissed, digging his nails into your thigh. âOr Iâll stop. You want that? Huh?â You shook your head desperately, the sound muffled under his hand. Chris blew a breath, lips shiny with your wetness. âThatâs what I thought.â Heat tore through your entire body, your orgasm hitting so hard your back bowed off the bed, the lifted leg convulsing around his shoulders. You screamed into his palm, your body clamping down around his head as he kept working you, sucking harder, milking every second of your release.
When you finally collapsed, Chris pulled his hand off your mouth. A thin string of saliva stretched from his palm to your bottom lip. You gasped for air, tears slipping down your cheeks. Your heart never raced like this.
Chris licked his lips, before smearing his wet fingers filled with your arousal across your cheek, mixing it with your tears. âLoud ass slut,â you grimaced away. âLucky heâs a deep sleeper.â
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