“you left the door unlocked.” c.s
best friend!chris x reader
it was late at night and you were showering — you needed to get your mind off of derek. your boyfriend.. kind of. he was being an asshole again — purposely posting with other girls when you specifically told him it upset you. but he didnt care at all. you told him it was over — though you know it’s not really.
you were rinsing the conditioner out your hair. your mind was too full to pay attention to the bathroom door opening.
until chris’ voice cut through the silence — “oh shit.”
his voice made you jump. you turned around and looked through the crystal door — thankfully it was blurry enough to where he couldn’t see everything clearly. your hands scrambled to cover yourself. “chris!” you squeaked out.
“i uh— i didnt know you were in there.” he said, not taking his eyes off of the door.
“what? what did you think i was doing?” you asked, still covering yourself with both hands.
“uh.. brushing your teeth? you left the door unlocked. i just— i assumed you werent showering.”
“you couldve knocked!” you squeaked out again.
“i know— i— i’m sorry!” he rushed out, shifting onto the other foot.
“you can.. get out now.” you spoke carefully.
“yeah, yeah. sorry.” and with that, he left the bathroom.
you stood still for a while before dropping your arms and going back under the water. you rinsed your hair fully before turning the water off.
you opened the door and stepped out the shower — trying to get both chris and derek out of your mind. you grabbed a towel and wrapped it around yourself.
you and chris were close. but not close enough to see each other naked. have you thought about him naked? oh. all the time. but thats a line you cant cross — for the sake of your friendship.
you dried your body off and reached for the clothes you’d left on the counter, still warm from the steam. but before you could slip your shirt on, the door creaked open again.
your head snapped over and you clutched the towel tighter around your body.
chris slipped in and stared at you, his eyes darker than before.
“chris! come on, really? im naked!” you exclaimed out, grip not loosening one bit.
he kept quiet, staring at you still. his eyes were focused on your eyes — like he was forcing himself not to look anywhere else.
“chris?” you said softly, tilting your head only slightly.
silence. he looked like he was fighting himself not to speak, afraid of saying something wrong.
“okay chris. what are you do—“ he cut you off by grabbing your face and smashing his lips onto yours. your eyes widened before reluctantly shutting.
you were shocked this was happening— but not mad. your grip on the towel loosened just a bit. the kiss got rougher, his hands moved down to your hips, squeezing tightly.
he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between your lips. you didnt stop him, you wanted this. his hands moved to your ass, squeezing. you gasped, he smirked.
he pulled back, eyes full of hunger. “let me have you. please?” he whispered.
you nodded quickly, without thinking — you let go of the towel, allowing it to fall on the floor. his eyes followed, following each curve of your body. “fuck.” he breathed out.
he placed his hands back on yours ass, pulling your body closer to him. he leaned in, placing his lips onto your neck — kissing, biting, sucking, licking. he sucked a mark right below your jaw. your eyes fluttered shut, your bottom lip between your teeth.
he began to grind his hips into yours, his clothed cock pressing into your core. a gasp escaped your lips once again. he looked back up at you, your eyes meeting his.
he spun you around and bent you over the counter. he pushed your hair off your back and over your shoulder. you watched him in the mirror and he bent over and placed kisses on your neck.
he drug his hands across your back, slowly. he lifted them and tugged his sweatpants down, causing them to pool around his ankles. he tugged his boxers down enough to allow his cock to spring out.
and fuck. he was thick, long, veiny, and flushed. you met his eyes in the mirror, nodding for permission.
“might hurt.” he muttered. he grabbed his cock and directed it to your folds, dragging it through slowly. you whined and bit your lip.
“chris.. please.” you whimpered out, biting your lip harder.
his grip on your hip tightened. “you sure?” you nodded again, desperate. aching.
he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you open until you gasped, your hands flying to the counter for support. “fuck,” he breathed, jaw clenching. “so tight, baby…”
he paused once he bottomed out, letting you adjust. one hand splayed across your back while the other found your throat in the mirror — loose, but there. grounding.
“look at me,” he murmured, voice rough and deep. “you take me so well.” you moaned, eyes fluttering open just to see the flush on his cheeks, the way his mouth parted as he began to move again — slow, steady, devastating strokes that had your legs shaking.
“yeah,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours, “just like that.”
he moved faster now, hips slapping against yours. his hands left your throat and pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail, tugging your head back.
you gasped, mouth falling open as your back arched. “f-fuck, chris—” you squeezed your eyes shut, lost in the pleasure.
“yeah? you like that?” he growled, pace brutal now. “like being fucked like this?” he whispered into your ear.
you moaned loudly, nodding your head. “yes— yes chris!”
“that’s what i thought,” he hissed, fucking into you harder—each thrust knocking the breath from your lungs. “so fuckin’ pretty like this. moaning for me, letting me ruin you.”
he sped up his pace, hips slapping yours at a relentless speed. the tip of his cock hitting the spongy part inside you with each thrust.
you clenched around him, feeling your release approaching. he groaned out, “fuck, baby.” he snaked his arm around and began to rub your clit quickly. you let out a noise — something between a moan and a yelp.
“that’s it, baby,” he panted, lips brushing your ear. “cum for me. soak my cock.”
your body trembled as the pressure snapped — your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. you cried out, eyes fluttering shut as your walls clamped down around him.
but chris kept going.
he kept thrusting, rubbing your clit even harder, chasing his own high. “fuck, i can feel you pulsing—don’t run, baby. gimme one more.”
your breath caught. “i can’t— chris— i cant!” you felt the tears daring to escape, so you snapped your eyes shut.
“yes you can,” he growled, fucking you through your climax. “and you will” he thrusted harder and faster, chasing his own orgasm.
he then quickly pulled out, hand stroking himself quickly. he let out a strangled groan before spilling all over your back.
you collapsed against the counter, trembling—breath ragged, legs barely holding you up. “fuck,” chris panted behind you, leaning forward to press a kiss to your shoulder. “you okay?”
you nodded slowly, still catching your breath. he reached for a towel, gently wiping your back before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close.
“didn’t mean to go that hard,” he muttered into your skin. “you just… felt too good.”
you turned your head slightly, cheek brushing his. “i didn’t mind.” he smirked, cocky and soft. “yeah? good. ‘cause next time… i’m not pulling out.”
well. you definitely got your mind off derek.
a/n: sorry i havent been posting, i js got back from utah on wednesday and ive been focused with school and finals and ughhh but next week is my last week so most likely ill be posting more 😋
— typed with one hand, lola.
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