[g4rdenbysza]

𖥔 ݁ ˖ MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD ˖ ݁ 𖥔

❤︎ wc. 3.2k

❤︎ summary. nathan’s 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.

❤︎ 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

♫ — you say i could make you feel good, better than he could.

Nathan let out a dreamy sigh. “Chris,” he murmured, swaying slightly. “You’re so cute. Have I ever told you that? Hm?” Chris didn’t respond. Nathan took offense to that. “Hm?! I’m talking to you, motherfucker.” He clumsily swung a fist toward Chris’s arm, but he was too drunk to land a real punch. Instead, his hand just kind of patted Chris’s shoulder, the same shoulder that was helping to keep Nathan upright.

You were on Nathan’s 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 couldn’t 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 Chris’s room. “I love you guys so much, man. Like, you’re my best friend, dude,” 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. “And you, baby,” Nathan said, turning to you with bleary eyes. “You’re my world. Like, I love you this much—oh, fuck.” He let go of both you and Chris to stretch his arms wide, trying to demonstrate just how much he loved you. What he didn’t 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. “Why did the face hit my floor?” Nathan mumbled, rubbing his cheek with a pout.

“‘Why did the face hit my floor?’” Chris repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You mean, ‘Why did I fall on my face,’ dumbass. Making no sense.” You sighed as the two of you gently lowered Nathan onto the bed. He immediately started mumbling a bunch of random thoughts — jumping from one topic to the next, then circling back to where he started.

Even as you knelt down to take off Nathan’s shoes and socks, he kept talking, all you heard was thoughts with no clear direction. He didn’t stop, not even when you and Chris took turns fluffing his pillow.

“Nate?” Chris finally cut in.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up,”

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, you’d 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.

“Why are you guys leaving?” Nathan scrunched his brows and pouted his bottom lip. “This is mean as fuck. You’re just gonna leave me in this dark room?” Your boyfriend was so drunk he huffed like he was about to throw a tantrum, then turned away from you both, facing the wall “Just say you hate me,” he muttered, lifting a hand and flicking his wrist toward the door. “Just fuckin’ go.”

Chris shook his head and rolled his eyes at how dramatic Nathan got when he was drunk, like a little fuckin’ kid who didn’t get the new Pokémon 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, “Fine. Just stop crying.” 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 didn’t 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. “Guess I’ll just take the floor,” 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 didn’t 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 neighbor’s house. “Chris?” you whispered into the quiet. “You still awake?”

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. “Guess you’re awake,” you mumbled, as his touch started drifting higher.

However, you slapped his hand away. “Are you crazy?” you whispered, turning your head just enough to glance at Nathan. The light from the neighbor’s house revealed Nathan’s 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. “You looked so good today,” 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.

“The self control was…” 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 he’d already pulled out of you. “Crazzyyyy,” 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 wouldn’t 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.

“That hurt,” 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 Chris’s bed, but Chris stopped you with a, “Leave it.”

There was no way you were leaving your boyfriend on the floor. Chris must have seen it in your expression because he sighed softly. “He’s drunk as shit,” he whispered. “When Nathan’s drunk like this, he loves cold floors. listen.” Lo and behold, your boyfriend was full on snoring now, as if he wasn’t awake five seconds ago.

You narrowed your eyes, catching the smile playing on Chris’s face. What the fuck was he so happy about? Nathan being so out of it?

As if he was answering you, Chris’s 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. “Quiet,” 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 ‘mmcht’ 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.

“I love how scared you are.” 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 Chris’s 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. “And when you push me away,” he groaned, “when it’s too much… the sexiest part.”

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 didn’t 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.

“God,” 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.

Chris’s 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 couldn’t stop thinking about Nathan. Just a few feet away, your boyfriend slept peacefully.

Chris was eating you out like he hadn’t seen food in years, like somebody had just tossed a starving dog his first meal. And chris wasn’t 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. “Mm—Chris, I’m literally gonna—” “Shh!” 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. “Loud as shit,” he glanced at nathan, pinching your thigh with his free hand before diving his head right back down between your legs.

Even with Chris’s 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.

“You like this shit too much.” Chris pulled back just enough to slap your pussy lightly with two fingers, watching you jolt. “Moaning with your boyfriend passed out right there. Loud as fuck. You wanna get caught, don’t you?”

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.

“Stay still,” he hissed, digging his nails into your thigh. “Or I’ll stop. You want that? Huh?” You shook your head desperately, the sound muffled under his hand. Chris blew a breath, lips shiny with your wetness. “That’s what I thought.” 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. “Loud ass slut,” you grimaced away. “Lucky he’s a deep sleeper.”

⸝⸝ more of boyfriend’s bsf!chris ⸝⸝

[g4rdenbysza]

ꪆৎ ˚⋅ matter of fact, i want your friend, im allowed to switch.

wrd count: 1.5k+

warnings: read this. sexual content, cheating, manhandling if you squint, & betrayal. i’m not responsible for what you consume on the media, people!!!

Sex with your boyfriend was always good. You loved the way he pressed into you, each movement sending butterflies fluttering in your tummy. Every slide in drew a moan from your lips; every pull out making you shiver. Nathan loved making you feel this way, and you loved every second of it.

But there was always something Nathan couldn’t satisfy.

Chris felt like a little prideful idiot when you stepped outside. He was drifting lazily in the pool, the sound of your moans mixed with Nathan’ still echoing in his dirty mind. Some might call it a sleepover; he knew better.

But the moment you stepped closer, Chris immediately caught his best friend’s scent on you. He could tell, just by the way you smelled, how Nathan had fucked you. And as his eyes roamed over your neck and chest, he knew exactly how Nathan had claimed you.

He almost wanted to ask who was better — though he already knew the answer. With your legs wrapped around his waist, his cock sliding in and out of you, he mirrored the same movements you had just shared with Nathan, but with Chris, it felt different. Every stroke, every pleasure he gave your body, was a euphoric kind of sensation.

Your back was pressed against the edge of the pool, legs instinctively tightening around his waist as your pussy pulled him in with every delicious thrust.

You were always so loud with Chris. “Ah… mhm…” he couldn’t help but chuckle at how every drag of his dick seemed to make you melt. “Yeah?” he teased, enjoying the way your words tumbled out with each pump, your body practically trembling around him.

You writhed, gasping and moaning as Chris pinched your breast through the soaked white shirt (not even yours, but Nathan’s.) His thumb rolled over your other stiff bud, teasing it until it hardened even more under his touch. “Fuck… you’re so hot.”

Your hands, which had been wrapped around his shoulders, tangled into his hair, pulling him closer, your lips hovering over his in desperation for a kiss. But before your mouths could meet, he pulled back, a beautiful, but mean smirk tugging at his lips.

With a strength that sent shivers down your wet spine, he spun you around. The water swirled around your legs as he guided you toward the edge of the pool, your fingers clutching the rough cement for support.

Your back pressed firmly against his chest, feeling every curve, every inch of him pressing into you. His hands didn’t stay still, roaming over your sides, sliding up and down.

He pressed his lips to the back of your neck, the ticklish friction making you let out a soft giggle. You craned your neck to the side, catching the blown pupils of his blue eyes as they dipped lower, following the line of his cock as it hovered at your entrance.

The moment he began to slide in, your back arched just right, every inch of your walls trembling around him. You reached behind, your fingers tangling in his messy hair, pulling him into a deep, desperate kiss.

His pink tongue slipped past your parted lips, tasting you, as he drove himself deeper, making you moan into him.

To heighten the pleasure, you began to ride him back, grinding and fucking into him with every shuddering thrust. His needy grunts spurred you on, making it impossible to slow down. He felt so good, every inch of him pressed perfectly against you.

Oh, God, here you were wrapped around your boyfriend’s best friend, losing yourself to him just minutes after you’d lost yourself to Nathan. The thought alone only made your body slicker, your moans louder, your movements more frantic.

“Babe?”

Nathan’s voice was heard from the kitchen, drifting across the pool. He had called out worriedly, unaware that if he slid open the glass door just a few steps away, he’d be met with the sight of his best friend’s cock buried deep inside his girlfriend.

You and Chris tore yourselves apart instantly, the loss of him leaving you clenching around nothing as you quickly swam a few feet away. The water rippled violently from the frantic movement, but you managed to settle just as the sliding glass door slid open.

Nathan stepped outside, his eye-lid’s barely holding themselves open in his sleepy state. He looked so drowsy and completely unaware that only seconds earlier his best friend had been buried inside you from behind.

“What’re you two doing?” Nathan mumbled, rubbing lazily at his eyes. After fucking you earlier, he’d passed out almost instantly, too tired to notice much now. “It’s like two in the morning—”

If he’d been paying attention, he would’ve seen the crooked shirt on your body, your lips still swollen from Chris’s kisses, and the tremble in your arms from being bent against the pool’s edge minutes ago.

“Chill out,” Chris muttered, climbing out of the pool quickly. He adjusted his boxers with a tug, water dripping down his chest as if nothing had happened. “We were just swimming. It’s hot as fuck lately, or nah?”

Nathan nodded, still half-asleep, agreeing that the summer heat had been pretty shitty. His guard was down, too tired to notice the way Chris’s smirk grew as his eyes flicked back to you, still floating in the pool, your chest rising and falling. You tried to even your breath.

“Night, Nathan,” Chris said finally, dripping water across the deck as he reentered the house.

⸝⸝ more of boyfriend’s bsf!chris ⸝⸝

[g4rdenbysza]

ꪆৎ ˚⋅ chris is such an asshole when it comes to nathan’s girlfriend, duh. you steal his best friend from him all the time! so when you text nathan pictures to post on instagram with your ass all out, he calls you every name under the goddamn sun: says you look like you snuck onto earth with that ugly ass face. ironic of him, really, considering his favorite position to fuck his best friend’s girlfriend in is missionary. needing to see your pretty face, because it’s his only weakness.

“nahhhh.” chris exhaled through his nose, watching you falter. “so motherfuckin’ confident sending your boyfriend those ass pics, but now you’re here tremblin’, can’t even get it to bounce on me?” your thighs burned. your arms were too weak to hold you up anymore. you were trembling so hard your teeth chattered. you didn’t know how many times he’d pushed you to the edge, dragged you there by the throat only to let you dangle. never letting you fall. never letting you cum. he was mean about it. he enjoyed it.

it started with the photos. cute little shots in that tight little mini skirt. you knew what you were doing, you had sent them to nathan, but you knew chris was there. you knew he’d see them. you wanted him to. now, you were straddling him, body damped in sweat, nipples swollen from how many times he’d bitten them, twisted them. your pussy was so overstimulated it throbbed even untouched, leaking onto his thighs, your wetness pooling under you as if you’d spilled your guts out. but still. still. he wouldn’t let you finish.

every time he’d sense your orgasm building, your stomach tensing, your hips stuttering, he’d rip it away. pull his cock out of you. snatch his fingers from your clit. leave you with that horrible emptiness. that ache. that annoying pressure that refused to leave your body.

chris’s hand slid from your waist where he’d been guiding you like his own personal sex doll, to your tits. his fingers grabbed your brown, sensitive nipples and rolled them slowly, watching your jaw clench from the sting. your hips jerked up desperately. “fuck—” you choked, already gasping. your hair stuck to your sweaty face, your head dropping to the side. you couldn’t even look at him anymore. you couldn’t bear to see the satisfaction on his fuckin’ face. he could tell you were close again. he always knew.

chris grabbed your waist again, this time not to steady, but to lift you. he threw you off his lap. your body hit the bed hard, soooo sore and dizzy, your cunt painfully clenching around nothing. you whimpered. he climbed over you slowly. his knees pinned your thighs open. he was fully in control, leaned over you, sweat dripping from his jaw as he reached down to grip his cock, fat and twitching in his hand.

he lined it up with your entrance. you spread your legs, twitching violently as they opened wider. your pussy fluttered. you were so soaked it was nasty. your thighs were trembling, your chest stuttered with each breath, and you blinked rapidly, trying to stay present, trying not to collapse from the desperation of needing him inside you. he laughed under his breath. you were falling apart for him and he loved it so badly. “chris, please,” you whispered. “i need to…” your words broke as your lip trembled. your body was betraying you, crying without permission. your eyes watering with heat. your thighs closed tighter around his hips, not to trap him, but to grasp yourself into reality.

chris rubbed his swollen tip against your urethral, dragging it up and down soooo slowly. your cunt twitched around nothing, your clit throbbing. then the tears came. three hot tears dripped down your cheeks. two from the left. one from the right. chris tilted his head. “look at you fuckin’ cryin’.” he sounded delighted. however, because he loves when you cry for him, he pushed inside.

your back arched off the bed, he slid in so deep, so fast, your whole body jerked. the fullness making you scream, your pussy clamped down around him hard, the overstimulation felt like pain. “aughh—chris! please. please, please—” you sobbed. his thrusts were heavenly. dragging against every sensitive nerve, every edge inside you. it felt like your body was breaking apart and you loved it. hated it. needed it. chris wiped your tears with his thumb as he fucked into you. then he licked it. sucked the salt off the thumb of his skin.

“i wonder what nathan would think,” he whispered, “if he saw his girl like this. sobbing. begging me to fuck her.” you could barely hear him. you were somewhere else. somewhere floating. you moved your hips on instinct, trying to meet his thrusts, knowing he had to be close too, he hadn’t cum yet either. you could feel how hard he was. how swollen. how angry he was inside you.

“he…he’d be mad,” you choked out. “so so so mad…” chris gripped the bedpost above your head and fucked into you. your body jolted upward with each thrust. the headboard slammed the wall. the sheets were soaked beneath you. you were about to cum. finally. after all of it. your whole body tightened around him. it was finally fuckin’ happening. it was going to hit…

and then it didn’t. a ringtone. loud. so fuckin’ loud.

chris stopped his movements. you screamed. “no, no—please!” your voice cracked, completely gone. your body thrashed under him, hips chasing anything. you were right there. you could feel the delicious feeling. but chris had already pulled out. you whimpered, throat dry, tears streaming again. you tried to close your thighs, tried to press your palm to your clit but he caught your wrist mid air and pushed it away. he climbed off the bed. “might be important,” he said. “you never know…” you lay there, legs still spread open, shaking uncontrollably. you couldn’t breathe. you couldn’t think.

chris picked up his phone. paused. stared. then looked at you, a mean, mean smirk spreading at his thin lips as he held up the screen. “what are the fuckin’ odds,” he muttered. “it’s your boyfriend.”

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