hold it - chris sturniolo
⚠︎ - pure smut , #edgebattle , orgasm denial , teasing, mutual masturbation , use of viagra , TITTY SUCKINN , praise , use of “good girl” , (so sorry for long ass buildup) , language (not proofread)
"viagra? seriously chris?" you're stunned. chris, your best friend, is offering for you two to take viagra together. he grins in response, rereading the fine print. "works on girls too."
"where did you even get viagra!"
"increases time of intercourse—increases size, hardness, stamina, and sex drive. like, we should all get them, and then just sit at the house, all of us rock hard, and first one who has to go nut is the loser." matt says to nick and chris, amusement lacing his words.
chris's eyebrow raises, considering for a moment. once his brothers walk off and he hears them arguing in another aisle, he snatches the box off of the shelf and buys it swiftly, presenting the cashier his ID without a second thought.
he returns to matt and nick with a bag of chips, tossing it into the basket carelessly—not even a second glance.
he hands you the box, your fingers brushing briefly. "just think about it, okay? i gotta take a piss." chris says before disappearing down the hall.
you stare at the box for a moment too long, rereading the fine print like you'll change your mind. your cheeks burn, your thoughts drifting in directions you're not sure you want to accept.
he's your best friend—attractive as hell, but regardless, your best friend.
when he comes back, the tent in his sweatpants is hard to ignore, very hard. "so?" chris asks, pushing the door shut behind him.
"i need context." he grins, sitting down beside you. "me, matt, and nick were at the gas station earlier and matt made a joke about everyone takin' some and seeing who could go the longest without nutting."
you nod, although the idea seems ridiculous. "continue…"
"so, obviously, i didn't actually wanna do that shit with my brothers, but with you… the idea doesn't necessarily take away my appetite." he whispers like the words are forbidden, his pupils dilated.
"and, y'know… maybe we could do an edge battle." he jokes, but both of you know there's seriousness behind his words.
"okay." you mumble, finally standing. your movements are slow and deliberate, he mirrors you. he hands you a pill and his water bottle. "it'll take a bit over half an hour."
your stomach grumbles quietly between you, you frown. "i'm starving, can we eat while we wait?" he nods. "yeah, i'm hungry too."
dinner starts out normal—jokes, teasing, familiar comfort. but as time passes, something shifts. heat stirs low in your belly, your attention keeps drifting, every movement he makes heats the area between you.
chris notices, of course he does.
"you good?" he asks, a knowing smirk on his lips.
you nod, grip tightening around your napkin.
"has it… kicked in for you?"
the way he says it makes your pulse pick up.
you can't sit still for a second—there's too many people surrounding you, the lights are too bright.
"can we go?" you murmur, finally making eye contact with him—big mistake.
he nods and pays quickly, calm while you're falling apart.
the drive back is torture.
his hand resting casually on your thigh, conversation playful and normal like nothing's going on. but everything's going on.
each second stretches, arousal buzzing between you, hot and impossible to ignore.
chris is obviously turned on too, but he hides it too well.
when you finally caved, pulling your pants off like they burned and sitting in front of him with your legs open desperately, chris couldn't contain himself.
"chris—" you whimper, fingers rubbing lazily over your soaked clit. his own hand pumps up and down his throbbing dick, jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed.
his eyes flutter shut, thumb rubbing slow circles on his slit, eliciting pre-cum to drool steadily down his hard shaft.
his eyes fight open to meet yours, lips curving into a smirk.
"yeah, keep goin'." he urges, pumping faster as his gaze drops to where your fingers are moving in circles.
then, his eyes drift to your tits, watching your nipples pebble under the thin fabric of your top.
without asking, he leans forward and shoves the neckline of your shirt down with his free hand, scooping up the soft flesh and leaning forward to place open-mouthed kisses around your nipple.
he circles the hardened bud with the tip of his tongue, hand pumping faster over his cock, the tip red and leaky.
he groans against your skin, sending soft vibrations to your heart.
you moan softly, legs spreading wider without realizing. your fingers move faster, matching the rhythm of his tongue.
your orgasm slowly approaches, two middle fingers finally finding your sopping hole and plunging in and out with a quiet squelch.
chris looks down between your legs, pulling back from your nipple with a wet pop. "fuuuck, just like that…" his wrist twists around himself, veins popping out of his forearm from the strain.
his eyes squeeze shut, whimpers spilling from his lips like he can't hold them in. he watches your fingers slide in and out of your wet hole, the sound driving him wild.
he spreads his own legs wider, thrusting his hips up for more friction—fucking his hand.
chris bites his bottom lip, trying to hold in his moans but failing miserably. "shit, shit, shittt…" you can feel your orgasm building, fingers curling to hit that gummy spot inside you that makes you see stars.
moans spill steadily from your lips, fingers curling over and over to rub your sweet spot. "you gonna cum?" he asks breathlessly, eyes flickering between your legs and to your face.
you nod, hips bucking desperately against your hand. "hold it…" he murmurs.
his words seem impossible—the feeling too good, too much, too close. your hips lift off the bed to meet your fingers, whining desperately.
chris can't take his eyes off your pussy, watching your juices coat your fingers up to your knuckles as they pump quickly.
chris is trying to hold back his orgasm too, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. his voice is strained, pleasure coursing through his veins. "slow down a little…" he begs, dick twitching in his fist.
your body arches, tits bouncing with each movement.
your thighs tremble, pussy dripping down onto the sheets of the bed as your orgasm builds. you shake your head desperately but your hips betray you, meeting your fingers with deeper thrusts.
"i-i can't—chris, please…" you beg, voice breaking.
his fist tightens around himself, head falling back exposing his adams apple. "just a few more minutes… only a few…" you whimper pathetically, your fingers slowing as requested, but they don't stop stimulating your g-spot for a second.
every second drags on, your body shaking with the effort of holding back. your vision blurs at the edges, pleasure coiling so tightly it hurts. chris hisses, his body covered in a light sheen of sweat.
his abs contract with each thrust, hip bones prominent.
he's so close, but he's determined to make this last as long as possible. a new bead of pre-cum glides out of his slit and down his sensitive tip, pushing him even closer to the edge.
your arms shake from holding yourself up, fingers still buried deep inside your drooling hole. you're right on the edge, teetering on the edge of the best orgasm you'll ever experience.
chris is painfully hard, veins popping prominently along the base of his thick cock as he fights his own release.
chris clenches his jaw, tendons in his neck popping out as he struggles to hold himself back. his hips move in small motions as he edges himself without even realizing.
"come on… i know you're almost there…" his voice is strained and quiet, but still urging you.
your legs shake violently, fingers curling inside you as deep as they can physically go. a sob of pleasure escapes your lips as you finally give in.
you cry out, back arching off the mattress as you clench around your fingers.
chris watches you fall apart, muscles clenching and releasing, juices flowing onto the blanket under you. he watches you convulse with pleasure, his own orgasm hitting him like a train. he cums with a grunt, hot cum spurting out onto his stomach and chest.
he keeps stroking himself through his release, milking every drop.
the room smells thick of sex, your bodies glistening with sweat and mixed juices. you slowly pull your fingers out of yourself, letting chris lick them clean with heavy-lidded eyes.
he's still catching his breath, chest heaving as he leans back on his elbows.
"that was… fuck," he breathes out, running a hand through his damp hair. "best i've had." he grins lazily, looking down at his abdomen covered in cum.
you've barely caught your breath, sweat lining your hairline and dripping down your forehead.
your body feels like jelly, limbs heavy and useless.
chris's grin widens as he watches you struggle to sit up, his eyes lingering on your flushed face and the wetness between your legs.
"you did great, such a good girl.”
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