Do you want some?
bsf!reader x fuckboy!chris
I watched as Chris eagerly opened a bag after going to the store. The brown haired boy opened his mouth in shock as he held up a tiny heart shaped lollipop. I watched in awe,it was so like Chris to be excited over something as simple as a lil lollipop. I grabbed my phone and tried to sneakily take a picture of the scene.
“Hold still.”
“Still?—Y/n? Ohmygod are you serious bruh.” Chris laughed as he sat next to me on the sofa.
“Christopher Owen, I have every right to do this.” I giggled and cupped his chin as if I were his mom. Looking at him dead on, I never noticed how delicate and carefully sculpted his face was. I mean sure he was a triplet and i’ve never seen Nick or Matt in that light but, with him, it’s different.
Chris was the kind of guy you’d only get to dream about. The kind of guy who would buy you marbles instead of flowers because he thinks that you deserve the beauty of it. He was my kryptonite, my handbag, my star, but, he was my best friend.
Shaking my head I turn my attention back to Chris, he was fiddling with my phone before handing it back to me.
“Aight Aight. I’ll let you take a picture, under one condition.” Chris held up one of his fingers while smirking. I wanted to slap that stupid hat off.
“And what would that be?—.”
“—You have to post on your close friends that i’m your man.”
I shot him a confused expression.
“What?.” Running a hand through my hair as I scoot closer to him. “Christopher i’m not doing that.”
“Oh you got hoes?”
“….”
Chris bursted into laughter while holding his hat down. His teeth showing proudly, while his eyes grew smaller, they looked like upside down crescent moons. Beautiful.
“Fuck Y/n. We both know you have no one.”
Ouch. That fucking hurt.
“How would you know? You’re too busy sticking your tongue down every girls throat.”
I watched as Chris remained silent, only giving me a stern stare. Chris was never the type to get mad but he sure could be fucking petty.
“Can you change the channel?”
“Can you post the story?”
I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
“Can you get some bitches on your dick??”
Chris smiled and pulled the front of his hat down. I’ve always liked when he did that.
“You always been this obsessed with my dick ma?”
The redness in my face showed my emotion before I could even think of a good comeback.
“Shut the fuck up and watch Outer Banks like a good boy.” I reached over a grabbed a fistful of his hair and fake bit him.
“Mmm—only if you promise to be good when it’s time.”
My expression said all what I needed to say.
“Boy what the fuck is you talking about?”
We burst into laughter as I held my stomach. Chris hitting my side while I look away trying to hide my blushing face from the contact.
30 minutes later
Hearing the loud noises of Chris sucking on that stupid lollipop he had, I decided to glance over at him. Chris was laying back onto the couch, his legs were comfortably open like he usually has them. I, however noticed something else, he wasn’t even eating the lollipop. The sight of the sugary heart shaped piece of candy rested softly on a pink tongue. The same tongue that belonged to Chris.
“Why are you doing that?”
Chris looked up at me. His tongue immediately hiding back into his mouth before he spoke, which left the heart shaped candy thirsty for more.
“Doing what?”
“Chris you’re not even eating the fucking lollipop.”
Chris shrugs and sits up. His head turns towards me which makes the distance between us smaller.
“So are you going to finish it or what?”
Running a hand through my hair again I roll my eyes while I spoke. My ears perk up hearing a snicker from Chris.
“Do you want some?”
My eyes expanded as I tried to comprehend what he said. It was such a simple question and yet my body is reacting in a way that it has never before. What feeling is this? Was I scared of Chris Sturniolo? No. This feeling was something i’ve always felt, I just hid from it.
“You wanna give me some?” I say boldly while I watch a flicker of emotion in Chris’s eyes. He had thought something but decided to push it down.
“Mhm. Here cmon, open up.”
My head moved on its own, I was nodding before I could even speak. Chris gently held my chin as he brought the lollipop closer to my mouth. Leaning my head back a little, I felt his finger graze my lips.
“Chris what are you—.”
“Shh. I’m giving you it. Take it all.”
Still confused on what he really meant by that statement, I nodded and allowed him to open my mouth.
“Good girl. Goood girl.”
The simple breeze of cold air from the ac was dancing across my tastebuds until, sweetness. That’s all I tasted as Chris gently ran the lollipop over my tongue. I tried closing my mouth but I figure he knows what he’s doing so I let him continue rubbing the back of the lollipop onto my tongue before pushing it into the back of my mouth.
“Mmmph-.”
Chris smirked. He closed my mouth and stroked my hair.
“You like it?”
I nodded.
“Tastes good?”
Another nod.
“Heh. Fucking y/n. You’re doing so good for me. You want some more?”
My fingers grab the stick of the almost dissolved candy, I pulled it out with a longing for something more. But what?
“Yea. Chris this is almost gone.”
Spit flew onto his face from the built up salvia that stayed in my mouth due to him only rubbing the candy on my tongue.
“Shit. Fuck—i’m sorry Chris-.”
Chris licked his lips, before taking my face and pulling me closer to him.
“Lick it off then. It’s your mess, so clean it.”
“What?”
Giving him a second glance of reassure, I grabbed his jaw while I made sure to hold his face steady. The blue of his eyes were like daggers to my soul. I couldn’t hide from him even if I wanted to, he was always gonna see me, see through me. I blushed as my tongue softly guided itself up and down his nose.
“Mmmm yea. That’s the stuff.” Chris groaned as he closed his eyes. His hands rested on my hips as he slyly lifted me up and sat me down onto his lap.
“Chris i’m done.” I flashed him a soft smile. He was such a pretty boy, my hand stroked his hair as his eyes opened again.
“Y/n?” Chris said with a soft voice. He was rubbing my back.
“Hm?”
“Can I kiss you?”
Time froze. My eyes stared into his, he wasn’t joking around. He genuinely wanted to kiss me, but why? Why wait all of this time to? Wasn’t he just fucking Jessica last week? Why now?
“Chris stop fucking joking around, it’s not funny.—.”
“—I’m not joking. You would know if I was, you know me better than Matt sometimes.” The last part his said more to himself than me, feeling vulnerable about it. He pulled me closer and held me. The sound of his beating heart made me wanna cry, this man whom I had been hiding and holding back feelings for, is alive. He’s alive and he wants to kiss me.
“Chris, you don’t have to ask.”
Hearing my words I feel Chris look down at me. He lifted my head then slowly pulled me in. We didn’t make contact, intense breathing of our desires held us back. Once we start, will we be able to stop? Can Chris hold back? Do I even want him to?
“Chris-.”
“Y/n.” His hands run down from my hair to my face holding it. The hotness in his breath closer.
“Chris.” I breathe out, while my eye brows turn upwards. The plead for him to take me.
“Y/n.” Chris moaned before he crashed his lips into mine. It felt as if the wind we had been breathing was filling my body up. I couldn’t think about anything else, the softness of his tongue. How wet his mouth was, how plump his lips felt against mine.
“Mmm ohhh Chris.” I moaned not knowing how to handle all of these feelings. He lifted my shirt off of my head and pushed me back into the couch. A low groan was heard as Chris started to grind against my pelvis.
“Fuck I wanna take you so bad. Wanna show you how much fucking control you have over me.” Chris said as he breathed heavily.
I nodded and pecked his lips. “Chris, take me.”
With three loud knocks on the door, Chris stopped his movement. Fuck. Matt and Nick were back.
