bestfriend!chris softsub!chris
this one shot contains Ė Żš„ ŻĖ smut w plot, handjob, oral (m!recieving), teasing, praise, public (living room), dirty talk
word count Ė Żš„ ŻĖ 2.1k
glacial air bit at your skin, leaving your cheeks red with winter. you winced, the hairs within your nose pinching you like fractured iceicles. snow sunk beneath your determined stomps, but didn't fail in filling your boots with slush. you muttered profanities under your clouded breath, trudging towards the door.
the crimson color of your knuckles collided with the front door as you knocked relentlessly. after a few bitter seconds it opened, and you wasted no time inviting yourself inside.
"phone is deadā" you kicked the shoes off your swollen feet. "and car is broken down."
chris closed the door and stared at you, taking in your broken explanation as to why you had shown up to his house. "are you okay?"
"its like a fucking blizzard out there." you hung your powder-covered jacket over the banister of the stairs as you spoke. "my car broke down like two blocks away, thank god you guys are in the area."
he paused, thinking for a moment before responding. "what are you doing out so late anyway? didn't you see the storm warning?"
"yeah, i thought they were bluffing."
"you thought the weather channelā¦was bluffing?"
you ignored him, leaving his words hanging in the air as you steadied towards the living room. when you reached it, you were hit with a wave of familiar scents. if you closed your eyes you would've thought you were in a theatreāthe smell of buttery popcorn wafting through the air, offending your empty stomach. chris's brothers barely averted their eyes from the TV screen as you entered, evidence of how common your presence was.
it was a standard practice for you to enter the sturniolo house unexpectedly, but you thought that the fact that it was ten 'til midnight would've warranted questioning on your appearance. but of course, it was only chris who was curious enough to ask. he was the type that needed to know what was going on at all timesāa painstaking planner. you, however, would spontaneously try to drive to the convenience store at midnightāin a snowstorm. your personalities clashed, but that hadn't stopped your friendship from being long-standing. you were grateful at times like these that you had one another. and, of course, also grateful for chris's brothers, matt and nick.
"popcorn?" matt offered as you sat on the sofa.
"that and a blanket." you rubbed your hands together, your body not yet getting used to the warmth of the house.
chris's weight pressed into the couch as he sat next to you, wasting no time before draping a blanket over the two of you. he glanced at you, averting his eyes from the nostalgic christmas film that had been playing.
"are you okay?" he kept his voice low to keep from disturbing the movie.
you brought your folded knees impossibly closer to your chest. "yeah, just cold."
the volume of the TV increased due to a climactic scene, and chris leaned towards your body in an attempt to hear you more clearly. he planted a hand on your knee to steady himself as he turned. the warmth from his hand was shocking, even through the covering you had on.
"cold?" he clarified, seeing if he had heard you right.
"yeah, it's freezing in here." your shivering came to a halt as you focused on the weight of his hand on you.
he hesitated, pulling off of you. "sorry."
you shook your head. "no, no, don't be. you're likeāsuper warm."
he brought his hands back to you, uncertainly cupping them both over your own. the heat that radiated off of him was feverish, immediately overthrowing your goosebumps.
"better?" he asked quietly.
once he separated himself from you, you were back to your frozen state. you tried to focus on the screen, but the wintry climate of the movie made it impossible to focus on anything but your temperature. the decision-making section of your brain must've been frozen solid, because you scooted closer to chris. your thigh hit his, sharing the heatwave from his body to yours. his eyes were fixed on the screen, in a way that was avoiding acknowledging your closeness.
you two had been best friends for as long as you could remember, but there was always a physical bubble neither of you had dared to cross. this boundary was loose, never mentioned, but laced with tension.
your guilty pleasure was crossing this invisible line.
sometimes, when you were teeming with boredom, you found it more than amusing to tease chris. you would brush your finger on his, and pass it off as an oblivious accident. the way his breath would hitch, or his muscles would tighten, it secretly made you go feral. of course, this was never to be mentioned to anyone. you could never admit that hearing your best friend's shaky inhales made you wet. and this situation was no different.
chris's gaze flit from your touching legs to the television, causing lust to pool at your core. you slipped your hand under the shared blanket, finding his own immediately. it was turned palm down on his lap, his pinky a millimeter away from your thigh. you placed your hand on his, to which he promptly tensed. moving your touch down his fingers, you felt how much bigger he was than you. you traced along his knuckles gingerly, watching his fixated expression. usually, this is when you would feel accomplished, and would pull away from him. but this craving for his heat made you aching for his touch, and you were nowhere near done.
"y/nā¦" he whispered, his voice wobbling.
you looked up at him. "yes?"
"what are youā" you circled his skin, distracting him. "doing." he choked out.
you transferred your hand to your own knee under the blanket, playing dumb. "what do you mean?"
he connected with your gaze. "why'd you stop?"
this made your stomach plummet. god he looked so perfectly poutedāhis brows turned upwards, his teeth biting his bottom lip. he was your best friend, but fuck your mind spiraled. he had never addressed your teasing of him, let alone practically ask you to keep going. the game you loved to play suddenly became thrilling, but you needed him to know that they were your rules. you snaked your hand back onto his, feeling his body twitch at your touch. you intertwined your fingers with his and watched the movie in silence. every time your thumb moved, every small shift you did, he had a reaction. a sharp inhale, licking his lips, adjusting his position. but it wasn't enough, not for you.
you untangled your hand from his, steadily moving your touch farther into his lap. you were slow, deliberate, and gentle, giving him plenty of time to reject your advance. instead, he swallowed a lump in his throat and tried not to look at you as you reached the growing hardness in his sweatpants. you palmed him through his pants, causing him to dart his eyes to his brothers, who were still and focused on the film. his mouth fell open slightly at the feeling of you touching his clothed erection.
"alright." a voice said, making you freeze. it was matt, pointing the remote at the screen. "i'm fucking exhausted. finish this tomorrow?"
nick outstretched his arms in an exaggerated yawn and agreed, slowly pushing himself off the couch. the movie was turned off, and both brothers retreated up the stairs to their respective rooms. this left you and chris alone, with no one to stop you from what you were about to do.
violent wind thrashed at the windows of the living room, disrupting the silent blue darkness that enveloped the two of you. you had retreated your hand when chris's brothers had begun talking, but were now in a mental argument on what to do next. had the teasing gone too far? had you crossed this unspoken boundary? you felt the shivering come back, but this time it wasn't from the cold, but from an aching anticipation.
you brought your head up to focus on him. he was gazing at the screen as if it was still on, his breathing shallow. you reached up to his chin, turning his head to face you.
"i meanā¦ yeah?" he moved his hips in a feeble attempt at hiding his boner.
you looked down at his lap. "do you want my help with that?"
his pupils widened as he gulped, and he began erratically scanned the room to avoid eye contact.
"no.. i want you to." he breathed.
"you want me toā" you rubbed his lap "ā¦what?"
"i want you to touch me." his voice was practically a whine.
excitement flooded your mind, corroding you until the only thought left was to make him feel good. you played with his waistband before pulling down his pants and boxers, revealing his rigid cock, glistening with pre-cum. for the first time, you understood what the girls meant about shy guys. he was bigger than you imagined, and pulsating with a need for you. you wasted no time before sliding your thumb around his tip, red and aching, collecting the arousal beneath your fingertips. you spread it down his cock, lazily pumping down him as his hips began to lift upwards.
you paused your movement, looking at him.
"please don't stop." he pleaded, voice textured with lust.
"don't move." you pressed down on his thigh, keeping him from bucking.
his dick reacted to your words, involuntarily twitching in your grasp as you told him what to do. his lips parted as he focused on the motion of your wrist, and watched as your boobs bounced in tandem. his body turned to putty as you sped your pace, stroking up and down his cock while staring at his pouted face. you moved expertly, steadily rubbing his slit before pumping down his length. breathy whimpers choked out of his mouth, motivating you to award him with extra stimulation.
you lowered your lips to his tip, circling it with the tip of your tongue. your heels dug into your ass as you folded your body for him.
chris threw his head back. "oh fuck."
"do you like that baby? youāre so hard for me." you cooed, tilting your head to look at him through thick eyelashes.
"yesāfuck that's so good." he cursed, his addams apple bopping as he gulped.
"you have to stay quiet. we don't want your brothers hearing how good i'm making you feel." you warned, voice low and sultry.
he nodded eagerly, ready to obey any words that came from you. you took the same amount of enthusiasm from his submission and applied it to his cock, sinking your mouth down his length. moans escaped his throat, and he instinctively wrapped your hair in a makeshift ponytail. your cheeks hollow as you take him deeper, slowly letting him relish in the warmth of your mouth. you hummed around him, sending vibrations through his body. he shivered, teeth biting his bottom lip as he struggled against thrusting into you. your nose hit his abdomen, the sound of your choking tipping chris over the edge.
"f-fuck im closeāyou better get off." he shuttered, holding onto your shoulders in a broken attempt at getting you to lift your head from him.
you didn't heed his warning, but instead accelerated your pace around chris's cock, flattening your tongue on his length. his moans were low and helpless, his hold on your hair was tight, and his posture began to slouch as he felt himself come undone. his thighs trembled as you worked him with your mouth, teasing his tip before letting it hit the back of your throat. you felt him pulsing, confirmation to how close he was.
"jesusāthat feels so good. y-you have to get off." chris's chest heaved with every movement of your tongue.
you moaned onto his cock, eager above all to make chris cum for you. he scrunched your hair desperately, broken carnal whimpers falling from his lips as he bucked into your mouth, meeting his pleasure. you brought your lips to his tip as you sucked his release, hot, salty cum coating your mouth. his needy sounds caused your thighs to clamp together, arousal pooling in between them. you raise your head, wiping yourself with your forearm.
"holy shit." chris panted, finally meeting your eyes. "let meālike.. do something for you."
he reached for your waistband before you stopped him, your hand over his. "next time."
his body was sweated, his hair touselled, and that same perfect pouted look displayed on his face. it was as if your climax meant more to him than his own. your pussy clench around nothing as you imagined your best friends cock stretching your walls. but this was all he was going to getājust your mouth. because those were your rulesāfor now.
a/n āļø: just a little blurb iāve been working on
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