— warnings: smut, titty sucking, making out, cursing, dry humping, english isn't my first language.
chris didn't necessarily understand what made you so needy out of sudden, but he was not complaining.
your fingers are digging into his shoulders, while you continue grinding down against the bulge in his sweatpants. the last ten minutes had been like heaven— what started as an innocent make out session, ended with you dry humping your boyfriend.
chris is kissing you passionately, one hand moving to tangle in your hair while the other one plays with your breast, your shirt thrown to the floor a few minutes ago, leaving your chest bare.
your breath hitches as chris pulls away from the kiss, and instead wraps his lips around your hardening nipple, his hands now on your hips. his erection presses against your clothed pussy, and you get lost in the feeling. the way your clit brushes perfectly against his tip causes you to moan, and tilt your head back in utter bliss.
he continues sucking gently on your nipple, eyes locked on the pleasure written all over your face, his hands moving to grab your ass, and pull you down harder onto his cock. he can feel how wet you are even through your clothes, and it's driving him insane.
"feels good, baby?" you look down at him as he speaks, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your nipple. "using me like this?"
you nod immediately, eyebrows knitted together as the pleasure keeps building up in your lower belly. "s-so good..."
chris smirks, his hands tightening on your ass. he kisses his way over to the other breast, giving it the same treatment as he murmurs against your skin. "good girl... gettin' y'self off on my lap..."
his tongue moving around your nipple makes a shiver go straight to your core, a whimper falling from your lips. each time you grind on him, you're making these small, breathy noises that he loves.
your arms wrap around his shoulders, while pressing yourself down harder against him, the wetness starts leaking through your shorts onto his lap. a small growl leaves him at the realization of you dripping only for him.
he lifts his head, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, his hips twitching upward uncontrollably. it's all sloppy and heated, your tongues dancing together as you continue rolling your hips against his clothed dick.
"gonna come?" he pulls back to look at you, the way your eyes are shut, your tits bouncing slightly with each movement, face all flushed and lips swollen from kisses. you looked so sexy, dry humping him like your life depended on it, and it only makes his cock twitch in his sweatpants. "gonna make a fuckin' mess on my lap from grindin' all over me like a little slut?"
"chris— mgh, fuck—" you let out a choked moan, his fingers digging into your hips, guiding your movements.
he's matching your pace perfectly, bucking his hips up each time you grind down, his orgasm building as he watches you with his bottom lip between his teeth.
at some point you open your eyes to look at him— at how hot he looked. you were holding it in almost the entire day, while you sat on the couch and watched him and his brothers recording a new youtube video in their kitchen earlier. you had to restrain yourself from ruining it and dragging chris into his bedroom. you didn't know why his outfit had such an effect on you, but after seeing him in that red tank top and backwards hat, with that goddamn bracelet on his wrist, you completely lost your mind. you couldn't wait to be alone with him— and finally, nick and matt left the house, leaving you two alone, and you just had to release the tension.
"holy shit—" another moan leaving your lips after noticing the way he looks at you. "so...close, chris–"
this nearly pushes him over the edge as well, his grip tightens as he watches you chase your orgasm, every roll of your hips perfectly grinding against his aching cock. when you press down harder, he lets out a groan that's almost a plea.
you were a desperate mess, noticing the growing wet stain on his sweatpants, and it only makes you clench around nothing, the pressure becoming too much.
"c'mon, pretty," he mutters against your mouth, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. "wanna see you cum just from rubbin' that needy pussy on me... you gonna do this f'me? hm?"
"oh— jesus..." his words send a shudder through you, your nails digging into his shoulders harder as you grind down, your clit rubbing against his cock just perfectly to make your orgasm crush over you, leaving you trembling on top of him. a final gasp leaves your mouth, your eyes rolling back as chris guides you when your hips stutter. your slick staining not only on your shorts, but on his sweatpants as well.
"thereee you go... so fuckin' hot, baby—" he groans loudly, watching you come undone on him, your wet heat pressing against his cock through the clothes. his eyes half-lidded as he takes in the sight of you like this, his favorite, the way your chest rises and falls rapidly. the friction and the sounds leaving your lips are enough to push him completely over the edge, in the last moment pulling down his sweatpants, just enough to free his leaking with pre-cum dick and wrap his hand around it.
you look down as he jerks off, his head tilting back against the couch, almost knocking his hat off his head. warm drops of cum bursts from his tip all over his hand and thighs, a moan of your name falling from his lips.
bsf!chris x reader. after drunkenly hooking up you make an agreement to never speak of it again, but that doesn’t seem to stop either of you from thinking about it.
words. 3.6k
contains. mentions of sex under the influence, making out, eating pussy, unprotected sex
inspo. @bernardsbendystraws
it was all a blur. from the party, to the after party at his house to then his room.
how you’d gotten down there was beyond you. did you start upstairs and move down? or had one of you lured the other into the secluded room?
god knows.
all you know is you’d woken up in his bed, eyes barely able to open as you took in your surroundings — and the naked man beside you.
at first you were completely frozen in shock, unable to comprehend a thing. but as your conscience began to return, so did the memories of the night before.
the way you’d kissed him whilst giggling about how you ‘shouldn’t be doing this’. the fact not stopping you from undressing him as he repeated the same thing back — only to kiss you with so much fever that the words lost all meaning.
it was a mess in your head from there, you remember the feeling of the sheets under you as you rolled around — and the fact that he’d made it his mission to touch every inch of your body with his mouth.
you remember sloppily sucking his cock, probably not to the best of your ability. but he had been too far gone to care, whimpering and whining at any and all touch.
there was no clear outline of what you’d done, or in what positions. but the fact you were both butt naked was enough to know you’d probably hit all the bases.
you snap out of your thoughts, the thoughtful frown lifting from your face as you watched chris groan — rolling over slightly before propping himself up with his elbow.
he was turned away from you, rubbing his eyes as he slowly woke up. “morning.” you mutter, voice slightly croaky in your dead pan tone.
his head immediately flips to you, eyebrows raising as he realises everything. “oh fuck.” he murmurs, his voice raspy.
“mmh, yeah.” you nod, holding the duvet up to cover your chest — the both of you completely spacing out in silence.
“do you… remember, anythin’?” he mumbles, his voice still groggy as his eyes never leave the spot they’d been staring at. you shake your head in response — also staring out. “not much.” you murmur.
he nods at that, finally snapping out of it a little as he sat up and ran his hands over his face. a small groan following. one that was either about the situation, or the hangover he was already feeling.
“did we uh…” he scratches the slight stubble on his jaw, his eyes fleeting over to yours. “have sex?” you question, giving him a look. “i think it’s pretty evident—“
he nods along, closing his eyes momentarily before interrupting you. “yeah, n-no i got that.” he sighs. “was askin’ if we used a condom.” he finally says.
your eyes go wide for a second, taken back by the question. fuck, you hadn’t even thought of that.
you don’t respond, turning to swing your legs off the bed as you collect a t-shirt from his floor and put it on. he watches as you get up, catching a glimpse of your bare ass.
his breath hitches slightly. was he even allowed to look? technically he’d seen it all right? or did the fact it was all a blur not constitute that he could look at you right now, very much half naked in front of him.
you don’t seem to care, finding your underwear across the room as you step into them. then you continue to search around the somewhat messy room — on the hunt for any sign that you’d used a condom. he shifts under the covers, brushing away the thoughts in his mind as he picked up his boxers from the floor — tugging them on before standing.
“ok, i’m assuming this is it.” you grimace, looking into the bin to find it. he walks over, looking in and nodding in confirmation.
“well, at least that’s uh… there.” he murmurs awkwardly, trying to find a small silver lining to the situation. you hum, turning on your heel to go back to the bed.
he sighs a little, scratching the back of his head as he makes his way to the bathroom — hesitating as he watches you go on your phone.
“umm-“ he clears his throat a little, your eyes fleeting up to him at the sound of his voice. “we uh, well where do we… stand?” he asks, his eyes jumping away as soon as the words come out.
“oh.” you mumble, unsure how to answer the question. “well… where do you wanna uh, stand?” you ask back, wanting to know his thoughts before revealing your own.
he swallows a little, shrugging. there was an obvious way to go about this, avoidance and lack of recognition of what you’d done.
he felt unsure about suggesting anything else, it felt too vulnerable and potentially detrimental.
“maybe we could just uh, forget about it.” he says, eyes now locked on yours to gauge your reaction.
your lips press together and you find yourself nodding, happy to abide by that and not over complicate everything. “yeah, sounds good. let’s just… not talk about it.” you sigh, eyebrows furrowing together in thought. “ever, y’know.”
his lips purse in the same way yours had, and he's nodding — ignoring the small urge he had to at least talk about what had happened.
but he pays no mind to the feeling, heading into his bathroom to shower.
like you’d agreed, neither of you spoke about it again. you hadn’t told anyone about it and you assumed he hadn’t either, considering the whole ‘forget about it’ thing you had going on.
despite how normal you were both acting about it, you couldn’t deny the small lingering thoughts in your mind — almost trying to remember the events that had occurred.
and you were beginning to think he was doing the same.
he'd catch your eyes from across the room, and no words needed to be exchanged for you to know what he was thinking. you didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered over your body, almost trying to think about what you’d looked like naked.
neither of you fully remembered what you’d done, and the curiosity was getting the better of you — causing you to try and fill in the gaps.
it was consuming your mind more than you’d like to admit, and you weren’t sure what exactly you were feeling. did you want to do it again? or were you just agitated by the memories you were robbed of?
it was always worst when it was just the two of you alone, the tension cutting through the both of you. small, meaningless conversation filled with intense eye contact.
it was times like these where you forgot how to act normal, the hook up becoming a crushing weight on your friendship.
stood against the counter, holding a glazed donut as he came in to get a drink. you were mid conversation with nick, chris not waiting a second to join in as he sipped on the can of pepsi.
the conversation was fine, nick carrying the bulk of it as you occasionally exchanged glances with chris — sensing the daunting tension between you.
and it only got worse as nick left, immediate silence casting between you and chris. an awkward one, as he sipped his pepsi and you ate your donut.
you were completely and utterly lost on what to say, all abilities to speak to him now out of the window. and the worst part was, there was absolutely no reassurance in the fact that he was clearly feeling the same way.
the both of you stuck, neither of you daring to try to come up with something to say. but then he does, your heart practically jumping out of your chest as his voice pierces through the silence.
“could i uh-“ he clears his throat, his voice cracking ever so slightly. “have one?” he asks, motioning over to the box of glazed donuts beside you.
“oh, yeah- um… here.” your motions are slightly off as you quickly grab the box, holding it out for him — mentally slapping yourself for how incredibly awkward you were being right now.
he nods a little, taking one out before walking over to the microwave. you frown a little, watching him as you continue to eat your own.
he stands against the counter, the only sound coming from the microwave as you finish off the donut you’d been eating. you hop onto the counter in the hopes of being more normal, swallowing your mouthful before deciding to just rip the bandaid off and speak.
“why are you microwaving it?” you ask, wiping your fingers off as you speak. he turns round, slightly surprised you’d chalked up a conversation — but nonetheless happy about it.
“it’s better when it’s warm.” he says as if it’s obvious, turning back around as the ‘ping’ goes off — carefully removing it. “makes the glaze better too.” he murmurs, mouth already full as he begins devouring it almost disgustingly.
you’re smiling at the sight, reminded of how easy it was to talk to chris and how much of just a friend he was. stood there shoving a donut down his throat like his life depended on it.
it was unattractive to be completely honest, but that was refreshing after the weeks of agony you’d had. picturing him with less clothes, all hot and bothered, what he must’ve looked like thrusting his cock deep—
“you wanna try?” he asks before swallowing the food in his mouth, completely snapping you out of the thoughts you’d just been having.
“uh yeah, sure.” you trail off, watching as he comes closer to you — holding it out in front of him for you to take a bite.
it’s weirdly intimate, and you know you shouldn’t have done it. but your eyes can’t help but meet his as you take a bite of the donut, the now melted glaze becoming messy on your lips.
he tries not to think too much about it, the way you’re looking up at him through your lashes. mouth stuffed full—
of course he can’t help the way his dick twitches at the sight, bringing a plethora of dirty images of you into his brain. all of which are scenarios he'd been thinking off for weeks now.
“it’s so messy.” you mumble, trying your hardest to eat it somewhat nicely as he pulls it away — a small grin on his face at the state of you.
“you got some-“ he motions towards his own face, trying to point out where the mess was, sighing deeply when you inevitably struggle to clean it off.
he reaches forward, his thumb brushing over the sticky glazing that was on the side of your lip. you watch as he then brings his thumb to his mouth, not a single sign of hesitation from him.
“chris!” you shriek, slightly shocked by how shamelessly he'd just done that. but he’s laughing, licking it off his thumb as he takes a few steps back — shrugging it off like it was nothing.
“that was weird.” you joke, rubbing the part of your face hed just cleaned — wiping off anymore that was there.
he shrugs again, looking over at you. and you can see a small gleam in his eyes, like he’s going to say something.
“it’s not even close to the shit we’ve done.” he mumbled quietly. you don’t even know how to react to that, it’s like hes opened a can of worms into the once innocent conversation you were having.
interrupting the friendly chat you’d been craving for weeks with a stupid comment like that. “jesus christ chris.” you whisper, rubbing your temple.
he chuckles, finishing off the mess of a donut in his hands. “what? are we jus’ not gonna talk about it.” he huffs jokingly, but you can hear the seriousness in his question.
“that’s what we agreed on, isn’t it?” you question, brows frowning as he just stands there like he hadn’t just brought this up out of nowhere.
weeks of nothing but awkwardness just for him to say it like this, like it wasn’t a big deal.
“well, yeah.” he shrugs, understanding however very adamant to not go back to that. “but like… we’re both thinking about it.” he mumbled out, eyes locked on your expression.
your eyebrows raise in shock, and you want to question him — tease him for admitting that he'd been thinking about it. but another part of you, a part that craved that feeling you’d had with him that night, wanted it to happen again.
“what makes you think i’m thinking about it?” you retort, nothing but flirtation in your tone. he scoffs at your response, moving a little closer to where you were sat on the counter.
“so you’re not?” he says back, matching your flirting in a way that made you melt. in a way that made you abandon all fronts of trying to act like you weren’t.
he smirks as you don’t respond, taking the silence as his answer. you roll your eyes, realising you’d fucked up by not responding. “i’m not like… thinking about it.” you elaborate, refusing to let him sit with the narrative that you’d just been fantasising about him. because you hadn’t exactly been doing that.
he nods a little, hands coming to rest on the counter either side of you. “so what have you been thinking about?” he questions with a teasing expression, a fake frown resting on his face.
you sigh, feeling your whole body grow hot at the way he was talking to you — imagining that that’s probably how he'd been speaking to you that night.
he lets out a small breath as you practically refuse to respond, his body moving to rest between your legs that open willingly for him. “m’curious.” he murmurs quietly, leaning forward to press his lips against your neck — and the simple touch is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. bringing goosebumps to your entire body.
“wanna know.” he whispers, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his breath scatters over your hot skin. you find yourself giving in for just a second, eyes closing as you take in the sensations in your body right now.
he smirks, lips returning to your skin as he begins to kiss all down your neck — sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin desperately. you get lost in the pleasure, pathetically grinding your hips forward for your clit to rub against the seam of your pyjama shorts.
but you can’t just do this again with him, fuck and slowly ruin the friendship as you inevitably decide to also not talk about this hook up.
“c-chris, we’re friends.” you stutter out, pulling back ever so slightly from his touch. “mmh, doesn't matter.” he groans into your neck, struggling to not continue the way he'd been devouring your skin.
“it does.” you sigh, eyes meeting his as he finally pulls back — pupils fully blown out in a way that made you want to shut up right now.
“you want me to stop?” he breathes out, begging you to say no with the way he's looking at you — so desperate for you the look makes your stomach twist.
so you slowly shake your head, watching as he takes a small breath. standing up straight as his fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts, tugging at them as you urges him to let you.
and you do, putting your weight on your arms as you lift your hips up — the shorts and your underwear getting pulled down, dropping on the floor beneath your feet.
the counter is cold on your ass as you sit back down, however you’re too focussed on chris dropping to his knees in front of you to even think about the feeling.
instead a rush of arousal passed through your entire body, looking down to see chris passing his tongue over your folds. it’s slow and torturous for a bit before hes sucking and licking at your clit.
the sudden stimulation making your legs shake, your hand reaching down to grip his hair. “mmh, fuck chris.” you breathe out, holding back from grinding yourself against his face.
“good?” he murmurs against your pussy, hand coming up to run over your thighs. you nod, shifting forward on the counter as he goes back to fluttering his tongue over your sensitive nerve. “fuuuck.”
every sound you make is only driving him to give you more — desperate to take in every part of you this time. your sounds, your taste, the way your body responds to him. he wants it all.
and you're giving it to him, fully surrendering yourself to the feeling of him eating you out — having thought about this for too long.
as you’re moaning and whining for more he finally comes up for air, kissing your inner thigh gently. “no… don’t stop.” you whisper, eyes still screwed shut as your hand remains in his hair — gripping the roots to pull him closer again.
he lets out a small huff at your neediness, standing up to be between your legs again — holding your lower back as he kisses your neck. “wanna fuck you so bad.” he groans into your neck, grinding his hard bulge against your core. the feeling driving you insane as you find yourself rutting against him, wanting to feel every inch of his dick through his pyjamas.
“please.” you beg, already pulling them down. he pulls away from your neck, tugging them down himself. your eyes linger on his dick in front of you, stood at full attention as he slowly runs his hand up and down the length.
“want this so bad.” you whine, feeling yourself practically pulse at just the thought. wanting to know what his dick felt like stretching at your walls, wanting to feel and remember every vein.
“you been thinkin’ about it?” he asks, grunting slightly as he begins to rub the tip through your folds — teasing the both of you. you nod, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.
“tell me.” he murmurs, allowing the head to slip in ever so slightly. you whine when you realise that’s all hes giving you, shaking your head in response. “c’mon… wanna fuck you right.”
you let out a small whine as he passes his tip back between your folds, refusing to give you what you want until you tell him.
despite how desperate he is to fuck you, you know he’ll hold this game up for longer than you can manage. so you find your mind fluttering back to all the things you’d thought about, everything you wished you could remember.
“want you to go deep — wanna feel your cock stretching me out.” you mumble, your body on fire from both the way he was teasing you and the embarrassment of saying it outloud — admitting to what you’d been fantasising about.
“fuck- you sound so good talkin’ like that.” he groans, already giving in as his cock pushes into you slowly — the both of you moaning at the feeling.
“g-god chris… fucking wish i remembered what- mghh.” you’re cut off by your own moans slipping away from you as he manages to bottom out — your wet slick allowing him to fill you up completely, just how you wanted.
“this what you wanted, huh?” he grunts, pulling his hips back before pushing back in again — building up the pace ever so quickly as his fingers dig into your hips.
“please- kiss me, something—“
he cuts you off, kissing you hard without a second thought. one hand coming up to thread through your hair as the other holds your lowers back — holding you still as he fucks into you.
it’s bad how much the kiss drives both of you closer to the edge so quickly, the feeling of his tongue along your bottom lip causing a stir in your stomach.
“gonna cum.” you moan into his mouth, the intimacy of it driving him absolutely mad as he feels his balls throb with need — desperate to feel you cum around him and squeeze his cock.
“fuck, please — wanna feel it.” he moans out, his hand detanfling from your hair as he brings it down. his fingers circling your clit at a fast pace, completing driving you over the edge unexpectedly.
“ooh… fuuck chris- yes, yes.” you’re moaning loudly as he continues to fuxk you hard, getting off on how you look and sound right now. your body shaking against his as your mouth hangs open so perfectly.
“shit- i’m fuck-“ he grunts, unable to do anything about the serge of heat running through his body — heading straight for his cock. he pulls out, hand wrapped around his length desperately as the feeling takes over.
you slump on the counter catching your breath as you hear him moan out, eyes opening ever so slightly to see him cum. white spurts coming out to land on your thigh as he holds himself up with his other arm against the counter.
“fuuuck.” he groans out, working himself through his orgasm as you watch in awe — so fucked out you can hardly think.
“fuck the friendship.” you breathe out, watching as his cum runs down to your inner thigh. “we’re doing that again.”
he huffs a little, his body practically collapsing onto yours as he struggles to keep himself up. the both of you sweating as you catch your breaths and fall into a comfortable silence — finally ridden of the tension that had been eating away at you.
chris can't take it anymore. he just filmed a video with his brothers. he was rock hard the entire time. he was stressing over the fact that this wasn't a car video, and the camera had a very clear view of his crotch.
throughout the filming process he was continuously tugging down the fabric that repeatedly bunched around his erection, praying that it'll flatten out on its own.
after he gave up on that, he began to lean forward more, his stomach covering his hard-on. desperate attempt after desperate attempt, he gave up. he pushed it down openly, not caring if it was obvious.
he lets out a shaky sigh of relief when the camera beeps, indicating that the video is finally over. he hurriedly chats with his brothers before beelining it to his room, shutting the door behind him.
his chest heaves, eyes shutting. his pants are fully tented. he sits down on his bed and runs a hand across his face. he knows it's not gonna go down.
he lies on his back, staring up at the ceiling, legs hanging off the bed, feet resting on the floor. his hand almost has a mind of its own as it runs down his tummy to the bulge in his pants, palming himself.
he moans breathily, his eyes fluttering shut. he bucks his hips into his own hand, desperate for any stimulation. images of you, his best friend, flashed through his mind.
"fuck.." he whispers, untying the drawstrings of his black sweats. he lifts his hips as he tugs down his pants, leaving him in his cream colored boxers.
he palms himself harder, chest rising and falling increasingly quick. he whimpers as he glances at the damp patch formed right above his tip, giving in.
he tugs down his boxers, his veiny and thick length springing free. precum drools from his slit as he wraps his hand around his base, a thick bead of it rolling down the side of his shaft.
he slowly begins to fist his cock, picking up the pace as he goes. the pad of his thumb presses against his slit before rubbing circles over it, rolling his hips.
he lets out quiet and breathy moans, careful to stay quiet. this doesn't last for long, though. his moans get slightly louder the closer he gets. "please mama i-" he begs.
he continues begging to your ghost in his imagination, picturing that it's you fisting his cock instead. his eyes roll back in his head.
"please let me cum i need- i need to." he begs, as if there's anyone stopping him. suddenly, he bucks his hips, the coils in his abdomen snapping abruptly.
he whimpers and chews his bottom lip as bands of white paint his fist and stomach. he runs his thumb across his tip one last time before taking his hand off, lying there, breathless on his bed.
just then, there's a pounding on his door. matt's voice erupts from the other side. "quit beatin your shit, dude! i'm not deaf!" his eyes widen, a flush appearing on his cheeks as he hears matt's soft footsteps direct back to his own room.
author's note: hi! i'm sorry i've been so inactive but ive been soo busy recently so just bear with me! when i have time and good ideas i write, but those two don't line up often. anyways, ill try to be more active if yall wanna see more from me. with love, bows, and sturniolos. 💗🎀
the night feels like it belongs to you and him, the air warm and alive, humming with something you can’t name. the engine of his car is soft and steady beneath you, a quiet heartbeat as the road stretches ahead, endless and dark. you’re not sure where you’re going, and you’re even less sure if it matters.
he has one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh, his fingers warm and steady against the fabric of your skirt. the weight of his touch is casual, almost absent-minded, but there’s something deliberate about the way his thumb brushes idly over your leg, a slow, unconscious rhythm that makes it impossible for you to focus on anything else.
you glance down, caught in the sight of his hand there, the way it looks — strong, sure, like it belongs. the faint glow from passing streetlights catches on his knuckles, and you’re staring before you realize it, heat rising in your chest.
“you good?” he glances at you, half a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. it’s not the first time he’s caught you staring tonight.
“yeah,” you answer, but your voice is quieter than you mean for it to be, and you can feel the way it hangs between you, the weight of something unsaid.
his smile deepens for a moment, like he knows something you don’t, before his eyes slide back to the road. the streetlights blur as they pass, gold and soft, and the scent of him — faint cologne, leather, and something warm, something him, lingers in the air.
you shift in your seat, trying to focus on the faint music from the radio, the rhythmic push and pull of the tires against the pavement, anything but the heat of his palm still pressed against your thigh. but it’s impossible when the glow of the dashboard catches his profile just right, the sharp line of his jaw, the concentration in his brow.
it’s new, this version of him. Chris behind the wheel. him with this quiet, unspoken confidence. and it’s attractive in a way you hadn’t expected, in a way you’re not entirely sure how to handle.
“you’re quiet,” he says, breaking through your thoughts. his tone is light, teasing, but there’s something underneath it, a thread of curiosity.
“just thinking,” you say, and it’s not a lie, but it’s not the whole truth either.
he hums in response, and the sound is low, thoughtful. his thumb moves against your thigh again, just once, absent but enough to send a shiver through you. the road opens up ahead, empty and inviting, and he presses the gas just a little harder. the car hums like it’s alive, like it feels the same electric pull you do, and you’re struck with the thought that this moment, this night, could go anywhere.
as the car speeds down the empty road, the night air rushes past, a soothing melody that blends with the hum of the engine. you find yourself leaning into his touch, your leg pressing against his hand as if seeking more contact.
the car slows as he steers it off the main road, the tires crunching on gravel as he pulls into an empty parking lot. the sudden stillness is a stark contrast to the rush of speed and wind just moments before. he brings the car to a smooth stop, the engine idling quietly.
the dashboards glow dims, casting long shadows across his face. without the road's distraction, everything feels more intense, the way your heart beats a little faster in the silence. he turns towards you slightly, his expression unreadable in the dim light.
his fingers curl around your thigh, a gentle tug that turns you towards him. the movement feels slow, charged with unspoken possibility. his face is barely visible in the moonlit interior, all angular shadows and dark eyes that seem to glitter with hidden intentions.
his hand moves higher on your thigh, his fingers splaying out possessively. he pulls you closer, so that you're sitting sideways in the seat, facing him. he unbuckles his seatbelt, allowing it to retract slowly, the clicking sound punctuating the heavy silence.
his seat creaks as he leans back, giving himself more room. the command "c'mere," falls from his lips like a gentle demand, his voice a low rumble in the darkness. his hand moves from your thigh to grip your hip, urging you to move, to straddle him in the confined space of the car.
you shift your weight, lifting yourself onto his lap so that you're sitting astride him. his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as his head rests against the headrest. his hands splay out on your lower back, holding you securely against him.
the leather of the seat creaks under the new position as you settle against him. his breath catches slightly at the feeling of you above him, his fingers pressing slightly harder against your back. in the dark, his eyes seem to burn with intensity, studying your face.
as you shift your position, your skirt hikes up your waist, bunched around your hips. you can feel the thin lace of your underwear and his sweats doing little to hide his growing hardness prodding against you. his hands give you a little squeeze, his hips bucking upward slightly.
he presses himself more snugly between your thighs. he can feel the lace of your damp underwear, and it makes him ache. his hands slide down to your thighs, urging them wider so that he can fit himself better between them.
with his hands on your thighs, he uses his leverage to push his sweatpants down just enough for his erection to spring free. the cool night air hits his sensitive skin, making him hiss softly. he chews on his bottom lip as he begins to rub himself against you.
his eyes meet yours in the dark, watching your face as he reaches to pull aside your underwear, giving himself better access. "god, you're so wet.." he groans softly, pressing against you.
a shiver runs through you as the cool air hits your newly exposed skin. you gasp softly, your fingers tightening on his shoulders as you feel the heat of him pressing insistently against your entrance. "mmm.." escapes your lips as you wiggle slightly, coating him with your arousal.
he swallows hard, his adam's apple bobbing as he looks down between your bodies. he hooks his arms under your thighs, lifting your legs higher around his waist. he rubs himself against you again, teasingly, "last chance to stop,"
with his hands under your thighs, you don't have much leverage, but you push down onto him as best you can, your entrance parting slightly around the head of his length. he groans at the sensation as he bottoms out to meet you. "jesus christ," he growls softly in your ear, his lips brushing against your neck. he uses his grip on you to lift you back up — just enough to line himself up properly, then lowers you slowly down his dick. you both groan at the tight fit, your bodies finally joined completely.
he pants heavily against your neck, his body shaking as he tries to hold back from thrusting up too hard whilst you adjust. his fingers digging into your soft skin possessively.
after a moment of stillness, he unhooks his arms from under your thighs, letting your legs rest on either side of him. he grabs your hips instead, his large hands spanning your waist as he begins to move you up and down, setting a steady pace.
you let out a soft moan as he starts moving you, the new position allowing him to thrust up into you more forcefully. each upward motion sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, your walls clenching around him tightly. "oh," you breathe out, your head falling against his shoulder.
he watches you intently, his eyes burning with a possessive fire as he listens to your moans and feels your body responding to his touch. a smug smirk spreads across his face and he lets out a mocking "yeah?" under his breath, clearly loving the effect he has on you.
"like that, don't you?" he rasps, his voice thick with desire as he adjusts his grip on your hips, pulling you down harder and faster onto him. he moves a hand to press on the bulge he was making in your lower tummy.
"look at you taking me so well," he murmurs, his eyes flicking down to where you're connected, watching as his thick shaft disappears inside of your gummy walls only to reappear coated in your wetness.
you can't help but let out a desperate whine at his words, feeling so full and used by him. the pressure on your stomach makes you clench around him, your inner walls fluttering as he continues to whisper dirty nothings to you.
"so, so tight," he growls approvingly, his hips snapping up to meet yours, driving his length deeper inside you. "i can feel you pulsing around me, ma,"
your cheeks flush deep scarlet at his vulgar praise, embarrassment and arousal warring within you. you try to roll your hips, seeking more friction, but he maintains his dominant rhythm, pinning you in place.
"nah, let me handle it," he chuckles darkly, giving your hip a sharp smack. "keep them pretty noises coming though," his commanding pace becomes relentless, each powerful thrust pushing you closer to the brink as he takes what he wants from your willing body.
your voice is lost in a string of incoherent moans and whimpers as he pounds into you, the sound of your slick filling the car and mixing with your desperate cries. tears of pleasure prick at the corners of your eyes as the pressure builds to an almost unbearable level inside you.
"fuck, you're close," he grunts, feeling your pussy begin to quiver and tighten around him. he leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "cum for me, baby,"
the vulgar command proves too much, shattering the last threads of your self-control. your back arches dramatically as ecstasy crashes through you, your pussy clamping down viciously on him in rhythm with your racing heart.
"there it is," he growls triumphantly, slamming into you through your orgasm, making it last longer as he hits that sensitive spot inside you. "look at you falling apart," he adds darkly, reaching around to tease your clit as you ride out your climax.
as you come down from the intense high, he continues to move inside you, his touch gentle yet insistent. "again," he murmurs, his fingers rubbing slow circles around your swollen bud, "i want another one before I finish,"
"mm.. no, I can't.." you protest weakly, but your body betrays you as your hips shift slightly, allowing him deeper. you bury your face against his shoulder once more, muffling your moans as the stimulation reignites the fire in your lower belly. "y-you're insatiable,"
he chuckles, his breath warm against your hair. "you love it," he corrects, his fingers never ceasing their gentle torture. another orgasm eventually crashes over you, this one just as intense as the last, your vision blurring as you sob against his shoulder.
this one girl on tiktok has been pissing me off so bad, she said that what matt had did in the video was “terrifying” like bitch grow some fucking balls if you think thats terrifying, she just pisses me off so bad because she calls us a “cult” if we dont agree with her like bro im not a fucking pussy who thinks slapping someone is “terrifying” i needed to rant about this, her @ on tiktok is @malfigspam and omg she pisses me off so fucking bad
omggg can u please do bestfriend chris guiding inexperienced reader through how to give a bj and she ends up doing it on him and is rlly good at it please???
Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰ ͙ INEXPERIENCED!READER GIVING BSF!CHRIS HEAD FOR THE FIRST TIME
˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... oral (m recieving), pulling on hair (kinda?), not proofread!
chris’s knuckles carefully caressed the skin of your cheek, looking down at you with a reassuring, but somewhat playful smile.
“it’ll be fine. come on, i’ll guide you, yeah? no need to worry,” his voice sounded, only making you even more nervous.
you were sat on your knees between his legs, chris sitting in his gamer chair while you nervously fiddled with the strings of his pants, only making chris’s head spin even more.
“but.. but i don’t know what to do. what if i do it wrong? and it doesn’t feel good?” you mewled, looking down at your hands weakly reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants.
“i’ll tell you then, to make sure it does. okay? i promise, it won’t be as scary as you think it is,” he continued to stroke your cheek, before his whole hand cupped your face, making you meet his eyes.
he smiled softly at your somewhat nervous expression, giving your cheek a gentle pat when you hooked your fingers over the waistband.
“okay.. i’ll try then..” your voice was almost a whisper, dragging his pants down to his thighs, staring at the tent in his boxers.
“i-is that..” you mumbled while pointing, before looking back up at chris. “yup. that’s from you baby,” he snickered, while watching you nod and continued to tug on his boxers.
carefully, you pulled his boxers down to pool with his sweatpants, basically staring at his hardening cock.
“come on.. don’t act like you haven’t seen it before,” he chuckled, guiding your face up to look at him instead, his thumbs moving across your cheek.
you knew he was right, but being this close weirdly felt way more.. intimate.
“sorry.. okay, i’ll try..” you nodded slowly, before breaking off the eye contact, clearing your throat in a nervous manner.
gently, you reached out to wrap your hand around his dick, watching the way he almost twitched from the feeling. continuing, you started stroking him up and down, but at a slow pace. chris threw his head back against the chair, eyes shut while letting out a few groans.
taking his reaction as a sign to keep going, your hand sped up its pace, before shuffling closer, your knees digging into the floor.
when your pace faltered, chris looked back down at you, guiding your face closer to him, while the other one made its way into your hair.
you parted your lips just enough to allow your tongue out, leaving short kitty-licks to his tip, a muffled whimper coming from his mouth.
feeling a sense of confidence from his reaction, swirling your tongue around his tip, just to see if that would get the same reaction from him.
“oh- oh god..” his fingers tightened their grip on your hair just slightly, before loosening again, careful not to hurt you or be too rough.
“d-does that feel.. okay?” you quipped, looking up at him through your lashes, carefully twisting your hand around his rock-hard dick.
he nearly came when you spoke and looked up at him like that, so innocent yet doing something so sinful.
he huffed out a laugh, his hand on your cheek tilting your head up while you batted your eyes at him.
“you have no idea.. just keep going, yeah? i’ll let you know..” he spoke softly, guiding you back to his cock.
“okay..” muttered, your hand continuing its previous languid strokes.
he threw his head back again, eyes rolling to the back of his head before they fluttered shut, your tongue reconnecting to his tip, carefully swirling the muscle around his slit like before.
chris had to restrain himself from bucking his hips up, shoving his dick down your throat. but he kept his calm, letting out breathy pants.
looking up at him, watching his expression, you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, carefully attempting to take more of him.
his eyes batted open, nearly spilling his cum down your throat at the sight. you had your eyes on his, those pretty, innocent eyes.
a soft hue of pink dusted across his cheeks, lips parted and open while letting out a choked groan. leisurely you attempting to take more of him, parting your lips further while your tongue ran down the underside of his cock.
“holy fuck. y’sure you’ve never d-done this?” he moaned, both his hands now in your hair, tightening their hold on your locks.
you went to speak, but it came out as muffled babbling, the vibration of your attempted words sending a shiver straight up his spine.
“o-oh, jesus christ,” he whimpered when your lips made their way further down his cock, causing a quiet gag to slip from your lips, drool pooling around his shaft.
chris was near ecstasy, cheeks flushed, a slight layer of sweat beading across his forehead, and his chest heaving while he shut his eyes. he couldn’t look, he couldn’t—unless he wanted to cum on the spot.
he was in disbelief, he almost couldn’t comprehend you’d never done anything close to this. you bobbed your head as much as you could, your hand stroking the part of his cock you couldn’t reach, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes.
“fuuuckk.. feels s’good. k-keep goin’ baby, m’almost there..” his voice was strained, groan after groan spilling from his parted, swollen lips, looking down at you with lidded eyes.
you couldn’t stop the tears from trickling from your waterline, the head of his cock continuously prodding at the back of your throat just barely. his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing some of the tears away.
“oh, don’t cry darling.. its okay,“ he mewled, watching as you pulled back to properly breathe for a moment, your lips still attached to his tip.
“b-baby, i’m gonna cum..” he mumbled when he felt your mouth envelop his cock again, your nails of your free hand digging into his thigh, both his hands stuck in your hair while bucking his hips.
“s-sorry.. you don’t have- have to.. fuck!” he groaned, trying his best to hold back, but it was hard not to. he didn’t want to immediately cum down your throat, in case you didn’t want to.
yet, your tongue ran across the underside of his shaft, his cock twitching in your throat when he let out a particularly loud whimper, listening to the lewd and wet noises of spit, creating a squelching sound.
you wanted to, you could tell you were doing good from his hips bucking up to meet your throat, his fingers entangled in your hair.
“i-i’m gonna cum- oh fuck..” he moaned through gritted teeth, giving your cheek a gentle pat as if to tell you to pull off—which you didn’t.
the back of his head met the chair once more, loosening his grip on your completely when he spilled his cum down your throat while letting out pants of your name.
with a gag, you pulled off his cock, spit pooling down and around his dick, mixing with his own release, your hand still around his shaft.
“oh my god.. that- that.. and you’re sure you’ve never..?” he nearly gasped, short of breath, his hands letting go of your face and hair to rest on his thigh, watching as you let go of his cock.
he watched your face twist in a sort of unpleasant manner while shaking your head, before bringing his hand to you mouth in a cup-like shape.
attentively, you spit his release out in his hand, a nervous chuckle following.
“s-sorry, i didn’t really- i couldn’t..” you rambled, looking back up at him for a moment, your cheeks as pink as his.
he shook it off, his free hand cupping your chin. “don’t worry about it.. c-can’t believe you just did that.” he murmured, giving your chin a gently pat.
“w-was.. was it okay?” you asked quietly, keeping your wide eyes on his. chris let out a laugh, leaving a perplexed look on your face.
“i think we should try again sometime, just to make sure you got the hang of it,” he joked playfully, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.
more bsf!chris x inexperienced!reader
𝜗𝜚˚࿔ notes: thank you for the req!! i love this au sm
Warnings: Slightly suggestive content, lots of fluff
Description: Chris finds peace in the reader’s calm presence, leading to an intimate evening with affection.
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Chris sighed as he stepped through the door of your apartment, the familiar warmth of your space wrapping around him like a weighted blanket. He ran a hand through his hair, visibly unwinding as he dropped his bag by the door.
“It’s so peaceful here,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost reverent. “My house has been so loud today—Nick and Matt wouldn’t stop arguing over something dumb, and I just… needed to get away.”
You smiled, already knowing. Chris had been retreating to your apartment more often lately, always finding an excuse to escape the chaos of his home. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his brothers—he adored them—but being around you gave him a kind of quiet comfort he couldn’t find anywhere else.
“I’m glad you’re here,” you said, stepping closer and wrapping your arms loosely around his waist. His shoulders visibly relaxed as he leaned into you, resting his forehead on yours.
“Me too,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but full of meaning.
You led him to the couch, where he sprawled out lazily, tugging you down beside him. As soon as you were close enough, his fingers found their way to your hair, a habit he’d developed without even realizing it.
“You don’t mind, right?” he asked, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers.
You shook your head, your lips curving into a soft smile. “Not at all. I think you like it more than I do.”
He laughed quietly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “It’s calming. You’re calming.” The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten.
His fingers worked through your hair absentmindedly, massaging your scalp in a way that made you melt against him. Ever so often, his nails grazed lightly against your skin, sending a subtle shiver down your spine.
“You’re gonna put me to sleep,” you teased, your voice soft and hazy.
“Good,” he said, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Means you’ll stay here with me, mamas.”
You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in his gaze kept you from saying anything else. He knew you were a sucker for his infamous pet name.
You shifted slightly, your cheek pressing against his chest, you could now hear his heartbeat faintly. His heartbeat blending in with everything else in the world, it was moments like this when you felt like everything in your life perfectly lined up for you to get here.
The room was quiet except for the sound of your breathing and the faint hum of a playlist you’d put on earlier. Chris’s touch was slow, deliberate, almost hypnotic as he continued playing with your hair.
“You’re so good to me,” he murmured after a while, his voice low and serious. His fingers paused for a moment, his hand resting lightly against the nape of your neck.
“You make it easy,” you replied, lifting your head to meet his gaze.
His eyes darkened slightly, his thumb brushing over the curve of your jaw. For a moment, the air between you shifted, charged with something unspoken.
“I don’t deserve you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
You shook your head, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek. “Don’t say that. You deserve everything good in this world, Chris.”
He leaned down, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that started soft but lingered just a moment too long to be innocent. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin.
“You’re dangerous,” he teased, his tone light but his eyes still heavy with emotion.
“You’re the one who starts it,” you shot back, a playful smirk tugging at your lips.
Chris chuckled, his hand returning to its familiar place in your hair. “Fair enough,” he said, his voice warm and content.
And just like that, the moment softened again, the two of you settling into the kind of peace that only existed when you were together.
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