You and bestfriend!chris have a sleep over at your parents vacation cabin up in the mountains. But what happens when candy cane tasting doesn’t go as planned…
Warnings: cursing, smut. m&f receiving, Softdom!chris, sub!reader, size kink, food play, p n v.
Christmas me and Chris’s favorite time of year. Ive know chris since 3rd grade, we are now in college, and there hasn't been a day where ive gone without talking to Chris. We are quite literally two peas in a pod, a combo deal, when you think of the word bestfriends youd probably see our faces.
Christmas is our favorite time of year because we get to drink hot cocoa, watch the best movies, play in the snow, and eat our favorite candy, candy canes. This year was a little different than the other years; usually, we would just spend a weekend at each other's houses doing our favorite things before Christmas.
But this year, my parents told me I could use our Christmas vacation home way up in the mountains, so the first thing I did was ask Chris. He obviously said yes, which brings us to now. Way up in the mountains in a winter cabin, doing our favorite thing.
Every year, Chris and I go to a bunch of stores and buy a plethora of different candy canes. Chocolate, pickle, bacon, strawberry, cherry, basically any flavor you can think of, we have probably tried.
I'm sitting on the couch covered by soft, fluffy blankets in the living room that overlooks the snowy mountains, the only source of light being the Christmas tree and the crackling fire from the fireplace. Chris was making us hot chocolate in the kitchen while I laid out all the candy canes we bought for the trip.
Once Chris finished making our hot chocolate and walked back into the living room, joining me on the couch under all the blankets. “We really bought a lot this year,” he stated, his eyes scanning over all the flavors of candy cane. Usually, Chris and I try to get the nastiest flavors out of curiosity, but this year we bought a lot of normal flavors too, like cherry, lime, vanilla, etc.
“Yeah, well, why not go all out for the best Christmas sleepover yet? I mean, look at this place its like if christmas where a place, it would be here.” I raised my hands, looking around the cabin. Chris chuckles, “This place looks like Santa threw up in here.”
Chris leaned forward, grabbing the mac and cheese-flavored candy canes. “Let's try these first,” he said as he ripped the box open, pulling out one for us. “Chris, this is gonna be so nasty.” My face scrunches up in disgust just thinking about the taste.
Chris unwrapped the candy cane, popping it in his mouth, his face immediately scrunched up in disgust. “This is so nasty, Y/n,” he mumbled, mouth full of mac and cheese candy cane flavor. “Here, try,” he said, pulling the candy cane out of his mouth and shoving it into my hands.
I popped it into my mouth, having the same reaction as chris “Oh my God, this is disguting chris!” I gagged, pulling it out of my mouth and discarding it in the trash.
About 15 candy canes later, we had tried flavors like bacon, maple syrup, and some fruity flavors. When we got to the ketchup one, we both almost threw up. I leaned forward, reaching for my hot cocoa while Chris opened the cherry-flavored candy cane.
He sucked on the cherry candy cane, sighing in relief after all the horrid flavors we had tried prior. “This ones so good, Y/n,” Chris stated, pulling the candy cane out of his mouth bring it towards me.
My hands were full from holding my hot coco so I just opened my mouth for Chris to feed me the candy cane. He laughed a little, his eyes dropping down to my open mouth to insert the candy cane.
Once it was inside i closed my lips around it, sucking it, closing my eyes and letting out a loud sigh in relief, but when my eyes opened back up chris’s gaze was still locked onto my mouth with the candy cane in it, his lips slightly parted.
My heart leaped in my chest, I've always been close with chris and people always say we are too close or that we are secretly inlove, which we both have always denied. But I can admit Chris is very attractive, and if it weren't for us being bestfriends id be all over him.
But we’re just friends, right? But the way he's looking at my lips right now makes me want to do things friends shouldn't. Im pulled from my thoughts when I feel the candy cane being pulled out of my mouth.
I look back up at chris whos still shamelessly staring at my mouth, but im taken aback when he pushes the candy cane back in slowly. He continues pushing the candy cane back in until he can't anymore, making me gag a little when it hits the back of my throat.
Chris is still staring at me in awe as he continues sliding the candy cane in and out of my mouth. I feel heat pool low in my stomach, and my heart speeds up; it's pounding in my ears at this point.
This feels so wrong but so right, I mean, Chris is my best friend and best friends aren't supposed to do this, but how can I not when he looks so good, and he's literally making me suck off a candy cane.
“So pretty,” Chris finally speaks, continuing his movements. I start to suck more on the candy cane, Chris’s eyes look at my mouth, and my eyes his breathing now ridget “fuck Y/n.” he breathes out, pulling the candy cane out of my mouth to replace it with his two fingers.
His fingers rest on my tongue before sliding back, causing me to gag again. He pulls his fingers from my mouth as he stands up right infront of me. “Im jealous..” he says, unzipping his pants, letting his pants and boxers drop down around his ankles. “Jealous of a fucking candy cane,” he huffs as his cock slaps against his stomach, hard and pulsing.
My eyes immediately drop down from his face to his dick, it's big, and his tip is red and angry from how hard he is. I admire his length, feeling my panties begin to uncomfortably stick to my core.
Im about to suck my best friend's dick, something I've only ever had dreams about, like once or twice of course… But something I've never thought I’d actually do. I look back up at him almost as if im asking for permission, even though if very obvious as to what he wants, before reaching forward and wrapping my hands around his dick.
I slowly pump him a few times, my thumb running over the tip, causing him to hiss before licking a strip up the underside of his dick and taking the tip into my mouth. He groans when I start to suck on his ti,p slowly taking more and more of him. My hands work up and down on what i havent taken yet.
Chris’s head flies back, his hips subtly rocking back and forth. “fuck your mouth feels so good,” he groans, thrusting more of his cock into my mouth. Chris’s hips begin to thrust in and out of my mouth, fucking my face now. Tears form in my eyes as his cock hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag on him.
My panties are well beyond soaked now as I reach down to draw lazy circles over my clothed clit. Chris notices this, letting another groan out, “You like choking on your best friend's dick?”
I whimper in return, nodding my head as he continues to fuck my face.
Chris pulled my hair back into a make-shift pony, keeping me in place as his thrusts speed up. I feel his dick pulse; he's on edge, but just when I think he's about to cum, he pulls out of my mouth, shoving me back on the couch. “That's not where I wanna cum tonight,” he says as his hands find my pajama pants, pulling them down.
His shirt and my shirt follow suit, landing in a pile on the cabin floor. His gaze drops down to my panties, smirking at the big wet spot. “All this for me?” I nod in response. “What's got you so quiet?” he asks, his hand finding my tit, plaming it. I shrug in response, but that's not the answer he wanted.
He leans down, nipping at my neck. “I asked you a question, is this?” his hand presses against my clothed core. “For me?” he mumbles against my neck. “Fuck!” my hips buck up into his hands. “yes its for you,” I whisper as his thumb glides over my clothes' clit. “mm she speaks. He huffs before yanking my underwear off, making me gasp.
He leans back, looking at my drooling cunt, pumping himself a few times. “Chris theres no way that's going to fit,” I say, looking down at his hefty length. “Why not?” he asks, his head turning sideways like a dog. “You're so…” I blush, feeling embarrassed for what im about to say. “Big”
He chuckles, “Yeah?” he takes his fingers, running them through my folds a few times, stopping at my entrance. “I think you can take it,” he says, his fingers sliding in me, making me moan.
As his fingers pump in and out of me, my pussy clamps down onto them.
His fingers are much longer than mine, reaching places I've never reached before. “Fuck chris” I moan, my eyes squeezed shut as he works me open, scissoring his fingers to stretch me more. After a few minutes of fingering me, he pulls his fingers out of me, causing me to sigh at the loss of contact, but im cut off from saying anything when I feel his tip nudge my entrance. I lift my hips, trying to push him inside of me, but his hand grabs my hips, pinning them down. “Please chris,” I whine. “You gotta earn it,” he says, running his tip through my folds, “Beg for it”.
“Please chris need it,” I whimper, trying to create more friction with my hips, but Chris’s strong hold keeps me from doing that. “Beg harder,” he huffs at my attempts to grind against his dick. “Please fuck Chris, need you to fuck me.. Please ill do anything,” I beg, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
Chris smirks before shoving his dick into me as we both moan in unison. Even though his teasing was meant for me, it also pained him just as much not to just thrust into me right away. “Shit, Y/n, you're so tight,” he groaned, rocking his hips back and forth. “You're so big,” I replied. “Yeah, it's only half,” he said before thrusting deeper into me.
His hips stilled inside me, letting me adjust for a minute. My cunt rhythmically clenched around his length as I adjusted to his size; it felt like he was splitting me in half. Just as I was about to ask him to move, he leaned over to the coffee table, grabbed the cherry candy cane, popping it into his mouth for a second, then bringing it down to my nipple, running the sticky candy over it.
He runs the candy over my nipple a few more times, then leans down, sucking the candy flavor off my nipple. “Mm, you're like my own personal candy cane now,” he groans against my chest, his hips starting to rock back and forth as he takes the candy and runs it over my other nipple Stimulating me more.
He forms a rhythm in no time fucking me with need and want. “Oh! Yes chris!” I moan, feeling his tip hit my G-spot “right there.” I whimper.
His hips speed up, forming a harsh rhythm as he leans back and continues to run the candy over my nipple. Everything felt like too much but not enough at the same time. “Faster chris” I whine, arching my back off the couch. “You take your best friend's cock so well,” he grunted, his thrust quickening, becoming punishing. “Yes fuck Y/n, take it,” he rasped, grabbing my leg and pulling it to rest on his shoulder, letting him hit deeper inside me.
“Oh fuck!” I moan loudly at the new angle, “yes fuck right there.” All I can hear is the loud wet slapping of skin and me and chris’s moans as he rails me. I never really thought about what Chris would be like during sex, but if I had to guess hed be very vanilla, I mean hes like a golden retriever, but how he's acting right now begs to differ.
“Fuck yeah, be a good girl and take your best friend's cock” he groans, thrusting into me harshly. I can't even form a sentence when he pulls out of me and flips me around, “ass up slut” he barks the order at me, and I oblige, lifting my hips up as I feel his tip meet my entrance again, and he slams back into me.
“Fuck” he drags the word out, relishing in the feeling of my tight cunt wrapped around his dick. His eyes run over my body lading on my round, plump ass. He pulls his hand back and lands a harsh smack across it, making me yelp. He lands another one, rubbing over the sting, my ass now red. “Good girl,” he groans, smacking my ass again.
His thrusts find a harsh pace, his hands on my hips pulling me back to meet his thrusts. “Yes fuck your so wet,” he groans at the wet squelches. “Yes, yes fuck!” I scream through his harsh
thrusts, “want your best friend to fill you up.” he questions fucking me into the couch as my cunt begins to spasm. “yes chris please.” I plead, “Be a good slut and beg for it.”
“Please chris, fill me up.. Fill my pussy” I whine. “mm good girl,” he groans behind me, speeding his thrusts up, pulling almost all the way out, and slamming back inside me as he reaches around, finding my clit, rubbing harsh and fast circles on it.
My moans become more breathy and high-pitched “oh fuck!” I scream as I cum all over Chris’s dick, shaking as I ride out my high.
But chris doesnt slow, he fucks me through my orgasm, chasing his own high, my overstimulated, spasming cunt pushing him over the edge as he cums deep in my pussy, filling me to the brim. “Yes fuck, fuck” he grunts as he cums.
We both still, catching our breath before he pulls out of me. I slump, lying down on my stomach as his cum leaks out of my used cunt. He notices this gathering all of it up with his finger before shoving it back inside, making me gasp and jump from overstimulation.
After we catch our breath, he carries me to the bathroom to pee and shower. “Should have fucked you sooner,” he said as he carried me to the bathroom. “Didn't know you wanted to,” I said back, my voice raspy from yelling.
Let's just say this Christmas weekend was a lot different than the other ones.
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