Let me make you feel better
pairings: bsf!chris sturniolo x reader
summary: you’ve had a horrible headache all day; nothing seemed to help. Your best friend chris offers some help in the best way he knows.
warnings: smut, fingering, praising, hickeys, chris practically worships reader, pet names
You rub your fingers across your forehead trying to find some relief in the throbbing pain echoing in your head, groaning in annoyance when no relief follows. You've taken more than enough pain killers and have tried every known relief tactic; nothing has come to aid.
Chris pauses the movie that plays in the background and turns around upon hearing your struggle. Chris has been a blessing all day, he's the one that got up to get the pain pills when you could barely lift your own head up, he turned down all the lights in the room and made sure the tv was played on low volume. He's been constantly checking on you to see if there's been any change, which usually follows with him almost pouring water down your throat because he's convinced your dehydrated.
You turn your head towards him and see concern written all over his face. He has his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he chews on the skin. "Does it still hurt the same?" You give him the best smile you can manage and nod your head slowly. Chris sighs and rubs his face, wracking his brain for anything else he can do.
You adjust your lower half trying to get comfortable, rubbing your thighs together in the process which catches Chris's eye. He remembers reading somewhere that orgasms can sometimes help with headaches, he's even tried it himself once but knowing that you're his best friend he doesn't know if he should bring it up. He doesn't want to make your relationship awkward.
Not that he hasn't thought of you in that way before, he has. Too many times, for his liking. He's tried to keep a respectful gaze for you since you've became closer, but my god is it hard.
You groan once again when your arm becomes tired from rubbing your head constantly, this makes the pain worse which Chris can clearly see on your face.
Chris fixes his spot on the bed; his back now against the headboard and his legs are spread open. He pats his thigh, "Come here I'll help."
You carefully make your way over to him, trying not to move your head too much in the process. You position yourself between Chris's legs with your back against his front. Chris pushes down on your hips making you be as close as possible to him before he brings his fingers to your head and starts rubbing. You sigh in the slight relief it provides you, "That's good." Chris chuckles quietly at your reaction.
You start to feel bad making Chris cater to your needs, he sits in a dark quiet room just gently rubbing your head hoping to make you feel better. "You can push play."
Chris is quick to reply, "You sure? I can turn it off if you want."
"No, it's okay, push play." You feel one of Chris's hands leave your head for a few seconds and then quickly returning and giving the same treatment as before, this time there being slight noise in the background. You choose to block it out and just focus on how good his hands are making you feel. The pain is still there but the constantly throbbing and pressure has begun to subside.
You lean your head back to rest on his chest and close your eyes. Too caught up in finally getting some relief you let a small noise slip past your lips, coming out as a brief moan. It doesn't register in your brain that you made the noise, and it would've all been forgotten if it wasn't for Chris's breathing to hitch.
He tries to focus on the movie, but all his head can hear is your small moan, over and over again. His pajama pants start to feel too tight for his comfort and his hands start to have a mind of their own. They start to slowly seep lower on you. Rubbing the sides of your head, then your shoulders, and then your upper arms. All to end up on your upper thighs, still rubbing the skin.
"Chris."
He's quick to interrupt you, "shh let me try something," His hands continue their movement till they get to your inner thighs and push your legs apart. You let him do so and have your legs open wide for him. He rubs small circles on your inner thighs just right above where you need him, "I promise to make you feel good. It'll help."
He was practically praying that it would help. All he wants to do is make you feel better and if this doesn't work, he's out of options. He takes a huge leap and lets his fingers brush over your clothed cunt. The feeling causes you to gasp and spread your legs even more.
The tips of his fingers brush over your clit and down towards your entrance, then come back up repeating. "Can I take this off?" You still have your eyes closed but know that Chris is talking about your shorts when you feel him pinch the material. You let out a 'yeah' with a short nod of your head.
Chris's fingers dip into the waistband of the clothing and slides it down your legs, throwing it somewhere in the room. Instead of following his actions by taking your panties off, he brings his hand back up to toy with your clit over the other layer of clothing. He does a small circle around the nub which is then followed by him pinching it.
The new pressure causes another moan to flow out of you, cheering your best friend to keep going. His other hand rubs teasing symbols around your entrance, causing your panties to dip into you and get drenched in your juices. Chris's head reels in feeling how wet you are. His hand movements making the wetness soak higher up towards his other hand on your clit. Your panties now completely ruined.
"Let's take these off. Wanna see how good you feel." Your eagerness has risen, and you start squirming in order to help Chris take off the last layer of clothing to your cunt. Chris wraps an arm around your waist, stopping your movements and pulling you tighter against his chest.
He keeps you there and continues his touch on your clit, his fingers now in complete contact with you. His fingers slide up and down through your folds, "feels so good baby," you feel yourself clench at the new nickname, which Chris picks up on when his digits stop at your entrance. "You like being called that?' My baby." You moan out this time and try moving your hips to get more friction, but Chris's arm around you leads to you barely moving.
Chris smiles at your obvious reaction and slowly slides his finger into you. As he brings his finger out it's glistening with your juices in the light given by the tv. His mouth waters at the sight and he brings his finger into his mouth, savoring the flavor of you. "You taste so good too. Fuck, you're going to make me go crazy." Chris is quick to bring his wet finger back inside of you and start a slow rhythm. He readjusts himself behind you, trying to make his cock stop aching.
You lean your head further into Chris and let moans continuously fall from your tongue. This serves Chris a good view of the side of your neck, he can't stop himself. He starts kisses your neck a few times to get you used to the sensation before he starts sucking and biting down onto the skin. He knows it'll leave marks; he wants it to.
Chris can feel you fighting against him, trying to move your hips for a faster pace. This he happily gives you. He speeds up his finger movements and insets his other finger, almost filling you up. "Damn baby you're so tight." He mostly mumbles out the sentence between all the attention he's giving your neck.
The sweet feeling of Chris's mouth soon turns into a small ache which mixes deliciously with the fingers attacking your insides. With the same hand that is inside of you, he uses that hands thumb to rubs circles on your clit again. The core inside of you beginning to put pressure against your lower stomach, Chris's touch getting you closer to the edge. "Chris I'm gonna cum. Please. Feels so good."
You feel the pain in your head begin to disappear as the pleasure increases. You open your eyes and immediately land on your best friend's fingers sliding in and out of your cunt, your slick covering his digits and slowly dripping down you. Your pussy tightens at the sight, "Cum for me baby, I know you can do it." He moves his arm down to your lower stomach and pushes. The pressure causing the pleasure to increase as you fall over the edge with a load moan of Chris's name.
Your cum seeks out of you and makes Chris's hand a mess. He licks and sucks it up, moaning at the taste of you. "Good job baby." He gives your neck one last kiss before kissing your cheek. You relax against him as you start to come down from the blissful high. "Y'feel better?"
You wait a few seconds before answering, trying to see if the pain comes back but it doesn't. You sigh in relief, "Yeah it's gone." Chris smiles and rubs up and down your thighs and stomach. You start to fall asleep in his arms when you feel a hardness on your lower back, realization dawns on you. "Wait you need help."
You try to sit up, but Chris just pushes you back. "It's okay, I'm okay, just go to sleep."
"But-"
"I swear it's fine. Get some rest." Chris leaves no room for questioning and starts to fall asleep himself when he feels your body go limp against his.