chris sturniolo . fem reader
this was originally a chapter in my book on wattpad (red kiss - @qt_4uuu) sooo if it seems a little lost, its cause youre missin out !
background; chris (your best friends childhood friend) gives you a ride home and carries you up the stairs due to how badly your feet hurt from your heels. you are both in your apartment now, and its awkwardly silent in the middle of the night until you pull him in for a kiss, not knowing how he'd react.
summary; oral (f receiving), hair pulling, rough sex, best friends friend
Considering she thought I was the biggest dickhead only a couple weeks ago, our current position comes off as pretty surprising. I lift one of her legs up a bit to give me just enough room to start licking and lapping up and down her folds. My tongue running over her clit numerous times which makes her hips buck unintentionally. Very reactive. I shouldn't be here. Or doing this. But I know myself. And I know I got myself (or my mouth) into this the second I looked at her any other way than just a.. family friend. Someone Chanel had to be comfortable and trusting enough to share with all of us. Damn, I need to get home before an overly paranoid witness who saw an entire guy enter Anastasia's apartment, calls the cops.
I lap at her cunt and withhold a wince when her hand dives for my hair and tugs. As if she could pull me any closer. 'just a little more, then i'll stop.' She tugs at my hair again and rests her legs on my shoulders. I glance up. Crazy sight. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." She moans. No way she's about to cum already. Before I know it her body is jittering, and some liquid at my bottom lip builds up and eventually pools into my mouth to mix with my drool.
"my god, yes." Shit sounds like music to my ears. Like a reward that didn't exactly need much work obtaining. Like only more motivation to fuck her right here, now. Her once thrown back head is now picked up to look down at me. Her grip from my hair loosens and I can tell she isn't nearly fulfilled yet. I'm hovering over her now and kissing her lips once again. Much more sloppy and careless like. She can probably taste herself right now.
She breaks the kiss, and I can tell it's so she can look at me again while running her hands down my clothed torso to find my waistband. I'm admiring her beautiful face from up close now and in a totally different space while helping her free my bulge. The waistband is pulled just below my print in my briefs before I swipe my hands under her thighs to lift her up and switch spots.
She's sitting in my lap now and I can see that her breasts are freed and peaking out from her loosened dress. I probably switched from looking at them, to her face, just to look back down at them a hundred times now. They look like they could fit in my hands perfectly. Fuck, they were probably softer than soft. I pull my brief down and watch my dick slap her tummy. "Big guy." I hear her say, which earns a laughish scoff out of me. Was I supposed to be small? She levels up, then down, only taking me half way with a moan. "Mm, two seconds and i'm leaving. You'll get in trouble.." I say, slumping in my seat.
"twenty." She replies, catching me by surprise and tilting her head before starting to ride me at a just-starting friendly pace, which quickly fastens. I look up at her and notice her sudden radiating confidence. She's biting her lip and staring into my soul as if it's what she's after. It feels like an unknown force is keeping me here, holding me down. Fuck, I need to hold her down before I come too fast. I reach up and grab her neck, in an attempt to slow her down. She only laughs through her teeth and holds my wrist.
Holy. fucking. fuck. fuckity. fuck.
"Fifteen now." I say with a groan. Taking the hem of my hoodie and clamping it in between my teeth both to bring it out the way and to watch her properly. The way she's sliding up and down my dick with more ease now. "ten." She counts down. Starting to ride me rougher, as if my body wasn't struggling to keep up before. That's it. I'm switching positions again. I'll come in five if I don't hold her hungry ass down.
I am the worst friend ever. But this feels. so. good. I look down at him and watch his concerned face. His furrowed brows and his snarled lip making it obvious he didn't care about the consequences. At least not more than I did. His right thigh is lifting upwards to push me off of him. It's been ten already? Yet instead he's pulling my hips up so i'm on all fours and driving back into me. He hit way deeper now than he did when I straddled him. "Haah." I let out. Letting my back relax and dip down into an arch, which benefits both of us. Better angle for him, and helps my tired body.
He grips my hips and resumes right where we left off. Except faster. You know when you haven't had sex in a while, and when you do (and it's good) it just sends those extra waves of pleasure and feel-good tingles straight to your heat? Take that but multiply it. I reach out for anything in reach, that being the arm rest to the couch, and grasp onto it until my knuckles turn white and my palms get sweaty. Crap, he's like, really fucking me. My god if Chanel saw me right now. I think I fucked up. I think we fucked up.
He continues to drive his hips back and forth, slamming back harder after a moment. I feel like i'm going brain dead. Like this is the only thing that's starting to matter to me now. "Has it been ten yet?" He questions in a shaky voice, obviously teasing me. "Aah, not yet." He lets out a small laugh at my response. I furrow my brows and squeeze my eyes shut. Digging my face into the arm rest to hide my noises. That didn't go all to well because now he's got an excuse to grab a fistful of my hair and pull back.
He's going even faster now and this feels too good for my own good "yes. yes..yes." I start begging, pushing my hips back every time he thrusted forward to fuck him back. I regret that decision immediately tho because it's way too much for my body to handle and I shake uncontrollably when I do that. As a result, one of my hands reach back to rest flat on his stomach in an attempt to stop his motions for just one second. "oh fuck. please!" He continues thrusting as if he can't hear my cries, and instead lets go of my hair to restrict my wrists behind my back. "Mm. Please what? You're confusing me, 'tasia." He eventually replies.
Not him trying to act like he's just so clueless. And the nickname too? 'i swear to god i'm going to come again,' My eyes roll on their own before I shut them. I can already feel the shiver in my thighs and I know he can too. Hell, he doesn't care. He's ramming into me like i've got nine lives. Going to have eight here in a second. The moment I open my eyes is the moment i'm flipped onto my back while my now useless dress is pulled off and thrown somewhere. It feels as if he never completely left and then rentered me. His hand is back around my throat, only gripping harder now. I can feel my body get woozy and my brain spin every time he chokes me and cuts off the blood running through my head.
One of her legs sits at my side, bent, while the other sits on my shoulder. Giving me the perfect grace space. I'm holding my hoodie out of the way with my teeth again. It's a perfect disguise for whenever I can feel all sorts of sounds trying to erupt from me. But it also gives me the perfect view of her cunt. She was so wet, and I feel like I could get off to just looking at her alone.
I look back up at her face to find her already searching for eyes to look into. Her mouth is hanging open, and unlike me, she's letting all sorts of sounds escape. "It's been a little over ten, hm?" I joke knowing we've been at it for probably ten minutes now rather than ten seconds, before letting out a low grunt shortly after. "shut.. the fuck up. please, shut the fuck up." She pants. I'll take that as a yes. Is she stress cussing? She arches her back up so far that it's completely lifted up off the couch, and her hands are reaching up to fall over the armrest, while she throws her head back. Unfortunately hiding her face again.
My hand moves from her neck to her jaw. Yanking her face back down to sit in my view. "You think I spent the little energy I have left after you, flipping you all sorts of ways, just for you to keep hiding your pretty face?" She simply looks back up at me with her squished lips and smeared mascara, as well as her sex-driven eyes trying to snatch my soul again while panting.
"My god." Anastasia moans again. All i'm waiting for now is my name. Are we even on that kind of level here? No. We're just two sex deprived people, who just happened to be dangerously bored around each other one night. Speak of the devil. "oh my fuck, Chris.. go faster, please, go faster.." There it is. As if that wasn't motivating enough. That was all I needed to hear before I pick up the pace a bit, earning a few more moans out of her.
Her hands panic and try to grasp onto anything and everything, eventually landing on the cushion below her and my hoodie on my chest. She scrunches it up tight in her hand, and gasps. "i'm going to cum, Chris. i swear to god i am.." She breathes. "Fuck 'tasia. I know. I can feel you." I smirk a proud smirk as I take in a breath and put in a couple more thrusts before pulling myself out and letting my length rest on her bare tummy. My come pooling onto her skin. Meanwhile Anastasia's legs are shaking at my sides, and her breasts are too from her convulsing body. "Mmph!" She moans through her teeth and bit lip. Her back lowering and making contact with the couch again as she exhales.
All that work catches up to me and I feel like I just ran a marathon. I breathe heavily like i'm a panting dog, and I can feel a sweat breaking at the nape of my neck. I open my jaw the smallest bit to let my hoodie fall. Reality hits like a bus and I find myself examining my surroundings. The way my dick laid on her stomach. My come running down her sides and staining her couch. I pull my once stainless sweats up and my hoodie down before I stand and look around for any type of shirt.
I walk past her laundry machines and open up the dryer. Pulling a t-shirt out and walking back over to the couch. Before remembering the mess. She sits up on her hands causing both her and my come to run down the midline of her body. I take a nearby cloth and wipe it up. Before pulling the Marilyn Monroe shirt over her head and down her torso. "That never happened, right?" She says, sitting at the edge of the couch while looking up at me.
"What never happened?" I say. She grins and looks at me for a long second before wrapping her arms around my neck and giving me a tight hug. I close her in on my arms as they cling around her waist. My face in the crook of her neck, I take in her deep scent for the last time, before eventually having to let her go. "I gotta go." I say. Watching her face go sincere. I was eye-level with her as I had hovered down a bit earlier. Should I kiss her? No. Too romantic. That would make this suddenly not just strictly sex.
It physically pains me as I stand up straight and turn around, leaving the apartment. I felt like I was missing something. Or like I forgot something. This doesn't feel like any single one of these other times. I pull my hood on as I step down carefully to my car. The drive home feeling ten times quicker than it should've.
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