Summary: You're at your best friends house alone.. (or so you thought). You decided to try to play fortnite (first time) on her little brothers console. Then her big brother Chris sees you and offers to teach you play. The things escalate, and you end up beneath him..
Warnings: Making out, fingering, dry humping, dirty talking, shooting and killing (in a game), mentions of drugs and alcohol.. lmk if I missed smt.
If these things upset you, don't read! :)
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I'm currently at my best friend Kaylas house. Who I've been best friends with for years, and we are really close. Kayla was out at a practice, and her parents were at work. Her little brother was probably at his friends house. It was normal for me to just stay at Kaylas place while my own parents were probably drunk or out somewhere.
My family was a mess. I didn't have siblings, and my mom and dad were constantly yelling at each other or drinking, smoking.. and sometimes doing drugs. So, my homelife was pretty much nonexistent. I spent more and more time at Kaylas place as my parents were getting worse and worse. There was pretty much no chance of saving them anymore.
I have known Kayla since I was ten.. so 8 years now. We met in 4th grade and have been besties since then. Her parents are very aware of my home life, and in that case, they have cleaned up the room they used for storage just for me to stay in. Obviously, I slept at my parents some days, but I always have the chance to come to Kaylas house if I need to.
I am like a second daughter to them.
Kayla has a little brother named Luca. Luca is very nosy and energetic 10 year old. He's still pretty much of a child.. well, he is. He loves spider man and Legos, especially the Ninjago ones. Luca has been kind of like a little brother I've never had to me. I've known him since he was 2 years old and I was 10.
Then there is Chris. He had just turned 20 and is two years older than me. Chris is very charismatic and confident, and he truly gets all of the attention from the females, especially. In the free time, he drives his motorbike that he got for his 18th birthday. The motorbike is his everything. He spends most of his nights out drinking and smoking weed with his friends on his motorbike.. obviously. Not that I'm stalking him.. it's just way too easy to notice.. and hear.
I wonder if his parents know about his smoking. They must smell it from his clothes. Well, at least now I haven't noticed anything. Maybe he has told them that's it's his friend, not him.. yeah.. probably not.
I have to admit that Chris is really handsome, his dark, shiny and wavy brunette hair and those icy blue eyes. He looks really good. Is it wrong to say that about your bestfriends brother? Nevermind. And anyways he's off limits anyway. He probably sees me as his sister.. a little sister.. or just as his sisters friend. It's probably the last one since we are not THAT close.
I'm sitting on the couch wrapped around the white fluffy blanket that was lying abandoned in the corner.
I spot Lucas' PlayStation 5 console and the controller next to me. I bite my lip and smile to myself. "Maybe i should try to see how this thing works." I murmur to myself as I grab the controller, turning it and the TV on. Suddenly, I have the PlayStation on, and I see different games on the screen. I haven't really played with any type of consoles or any type of games in general because mom and dad decided to spend all their money on drugs, alcohol, cigars..
I clicked and chose 'fortnite'. I've heard about it a lot but never tried it. I clicked on it and kept the skin that had already been chosen.. Then I just pressed (solo) play on the current map (not ranked).
After I landed on the ground, I quickly realised how to jump, run, and speed run.. thanks to my tiny minecraft skills. Then I picked up my my first gun, but just when I was about to find out how to shoot, someone from far away sniped me. #85 (85th) showed on the screen as sighed. Then I clicked 'play again'.
As the battle bus appeared on the screen, it was time to decide when and where to jump, a figure appeared in the entrance of the living room. I didn't bother to look up.. too focused on the game.
"Whats ya doing?" Chris asked, curiosity flickering from his tone.
I had already let go of the bus and was now on the way to the ground. "Shh!" I shushed him eyes glued to the big tv screen.
He let out a chuckle as he noticed what I was so focused on. "Since when did you play fortnite?" He questioned, sitting on the couch beside me.
You were already in some random cottage trying to find chests. You had no idea what the guns you got were for, but you just took them and kept looking for more.. hoping that no one would find you.. yet.
"Since now." I muttered, answering to his question carelessly, still focusing on the game. I had three guns.. 'pump shotgun' (green), 'dual micro smgs' (green), and 'vengeful sniper' (grey).
Then I see footsteps on the screen. I figure that they mean someone's close to me, and I'm claimed to be correct as a player jumps from behind a tree right in front of me. I panic and shoot with the sniper. But with my terrible aim, the bullet passes the player, and I hear Chris letting out a chuckle. As the player starts shooting me, I decide to start running back towards the small cottage.
The player doesn't have a great aim eighter, so I'm not a completely lost cause.
"Jump the same time as you run." Chris gives me a tip with a low and barely audible voice.
I do as he says and run safe into the cottage. The guy has already left.. he didn't have the motivation to follow me. "Thanks, Chris." I quietly thank him, finally looking at his eyes. He just looks back.. not annoyed or anything, just relaxed.
I keep my eyes on him as I ask quietly. "Can you teach me?.. perhaps."
He's quiet for a second, and just when i think that he's gonna laugh at me and walk away, a smirk tugs into the corner of his lips, and he moves closer to me. His closer presence sends an unexpected shiver down my spine. Fuck.. I shouldn't be feeling this way about him. He's my bestfriends brother.
He moves so close that his thigh is touching mine.
"Look. This gun (the sniper that is still in my hand) this is sniper.. it's meant for long-range eliminations. And you gotta have a good aim because it has to be reloaded always after one shot. This is shotgun.. it's meant to be used when the player is really close to you, for example, in that type of situation that you were just in. And this 'dual micro smg' (smg) is kind of between.. more on the closer fights side, tho." Chris explains. You look at him, listening to every word carefully.
"Thanks, Chris." I say and give him a small smile. He nods. "No problem."
As I enter the new game, I die almost immediately because I am messing up the guns.. again. I mutter something, and Chris looks at me with an amused smile. I don't notice it as I'm already clicking the buttons to the next game.
"Come sit on my lap," He says out of nowhere. My head turns to him, and I look at him checking if I heard right. "What?" I whisper shout, my eyebrows furrowing. He just smirks. It's one of those smirks that makes my knees weak. "You heard me." He says and taps the empty space on his lap.
I still look at him, questioning him and looking for some signs that he's just playing with me. But there is none. Quietly and a little awkwardly standing up, I take a step, stepping in front of him, grabbing the apple slices and caramel that i have as a snack. Then I carefully sit on his lap. The controller is still in my other hand as I hold the apples in another. He takes a heavy inhale as I fully sit on his lap.
Then I feel his warm breath brushing against my ear. "Lemme help you." He whispers and the shivers that I get.. Holy shit.
He places his hand over mine on the controller as I place the apples and caramel from my other hand next to us on the couch. I almost let go of the controller as I feel his warm hand on mine. I take the controller in both my hands, and his hands settle on top of mine.
"C- Chris?" I say quietly, my voice breaking. fuck. "What's wrong y/n?" He whispers into my ear. I feel his warm breath, and it almost makes me wanna melt like a snowman in front of a fireplace.
I say nothing. I can hear and feel him letting out a small chuckle. I'm so tense. I'm sitting on his lap with a straight posture, refusing to let myself lean into his chest. He'd probably push me away straight away. As the game starts, he moves his hands on mine, and it makes mine move, too. He basically just uses the controller with my hands. My hands are melting under his. I breathe in and out slowly, and my body is still tense.
He talks with a low and calm tone into my ear as he explains how to play. He also manages to find some players, and he kills them easily. I'm trying to focus on the game as well as possible just to ignore the feel of him of him. He's wearing black baggy jeans, and I'm in my little abercrombie shorts and a cute red babydoll top. I can feel how my panties are getting wet. Oh, this is so wrong! This is so fucking wrong. I repeat to myself in my head and then I feel his joner touch my ass. Holy shit.
He's just being friendly and trying to teach me to play meanwhile I'm fucking soaked for him. This is so wrong. Is it? Yes.. it is!
He has already killed 5 people and is currently running in a forest looking for more. I don't know what goes through my head, but I slightly move my ass closer to his joner. I hear as he exhales sharply, sending shivers and a little bit of panic through me. What if he can feel how much I like this.
I'm sick.. he's my bestfriends brother. Offlimits.. off—fucking—limits. But I'm still here.. sitting on his lap and craving him. No.. maybe I'm just horny. Am I? I can't put up with the thoughts in my head. I'm so tense that I might be mistaken as a freaking statue.
"Why are you so tense y/n?" Chris whispers into my ear. There's something in that tone and the way he says it. It feels like he's playing with me. I say nothing, just trying to swallow the lump in my throat. "It's ok.. just relax, m'not gonna bite." He says to my ear, smirking even though I can't see it. "Unless you want me to.." He adds, his voice noticeably lower. I try to process his words as I try to relax myself.
If he keeps doing this longer, I- I don't know what to do. I'm still quiet but not pushing away from him. I grab an apple slice from the plate and dip it into the caramel. As I bite into it, I accidentally drop some caramel on Chris' middle and pointer finger.
"Oh.. no.. I'm so sorry, Chris!" I apologise right away as I look at his hand. I can't stop noticing the veins in his hands and the length of his fingers. Oh god, how I hate my mind. Those fingers would feel so good inside me.
"Turn around!" He commands, voice husky. I hesitate for a moment. I bet he's just playing with me or wanting to make fun of me. But I do as he says and turn around, now straddling him. He sets the controller down.. the game is still going. He doesn't care about it. He brings the two caramel laced fingers up to my lips. "Open up." He commands his eyes firmly on mine. My eyes widen from his command. I stare at him in shock and disbelief. Is he serious right now? He raises his eyebrows slightly, waiting but not patiently. I slowly open my mouth.
He smirks deviously as his gaze drops to my lips. He pushes his two caramel coated fingers in my mouth. He watches my lips wrapping around his fingers. I see his eyes darkening as he pushes his fingers deeper, making me gag on them. He pulls them out and pushen in again as I take his fingers to the knuckles.
Then I start to suck on them. Tasting the sweet caramel as I humm around his fingers. The vibration sending shivers throughout his spine. As I look up at him, his eyes are focused on my lips and the way I take his fingers. Chris' eyes are darker than before. "Good girl.." He murmurs voice even huskier than before. The praise sends fire throughout my body, and my need for him is unbreakable.
Then I feel his cock through the jeans and with his fingers still in my mouth I slowly and slyly start to grind my clothed sex against his growing erection. As I feel his cock rubbing up against me I hide back a gasp. I bite my lip as I try to hide the grinding and the need of him from him. But he notices the movement, his eyes coming up from my lips to meet mine as he takes his fingers off my mouth and places his hands on my hips. His eyes look hungry.
I don't even care that he's offlimits. The need of him is taking up all the space in my mind. Just when I feel like he's gonna push me off him and call me crazy, he lowers his head to my neck and starts placing sloppy kisses all over. I gasp, and I roll my hips against him. Harder this time. He let's out a low and barely audible groan against my neck.
His length is hard against my pussy and I feel it rubbing up against my clit. "Oh my god.. chris!" I say my voice breathy my hands on his chest. "Fuck.. keep going.. that feels so good." He rasps to my neck between kisses. I keep going as he wants, but I can't push away the memory of his fingers, the way they felt in my mouth.. how long they were.
Chris was experienced when it came to sex and everything sexual in general. Like I said, he was pretty much liked by the females. No.. he doesn't go around like that.. but I've heard that he has had experiences, and it's definitely not a suprise to me.
He pulls his face away from my neck, his hands still resting on my hips. I roll my hips slowly against him. His eyes meet mine, and I feel his breath brushing my lips. The slight smell of cigarettes and alcohol lingering from it. My eyes look up to him. "Fuck.. I need you.." I sat breathy, my voice quiet.. but he hears it. He smirks deviously. "What cha say?" He teases, tilting his head a little. "Please.. Chris." I whine frustrated as I press myself against his cock.
He glenzes his teeth slightly, in pleasure at the feel of my clothed sex against him. He tries to keep up the control. "Please, what?" He teases his eyes hungry. "Please touch me, Chris. I need you so bad!" I say softly and needily. I trail my fingers down his arm. I'm completely shameless as I grow needier and needier. I rock my hips harder against him, my mouth falling open and a quiet moan slipping from me.
The moan clearly does something to him. In a swift motion, my back hits the couch as he towers over me. His hand dipps under my waistband. As his fingers touch my pussy through the fabric of my panties. He looks at me intensively. I swear his eyes are fucking me already. "You're fucking soaked." He murmurs pointing out the obvious. I'm not just soaked.. I'm dripping.
I just nod at him, biting my lip and letting out a desperate whimper. He leans closer to me, his lips brushing against mine. "What would your best friend say if she'd knew that you're here dripping for her brother..?" He cooes.. smirking dangerously. I just whimper underneath him, moving my hips towards his hand to make it rub against my entrance. He chucles at my desperate act. "So needy for your bestfriends brother.. aren't you?" He taunts. You just nod eyes locked on him, needy expression covering your face.
Then I feel him push two fingers in slowly. My back arches as I moan, desperate for his touch. He leans closer to my ear, nipping at my earlobe. "Does this feel good?" He rasps. "Yes.. fuck.. it feels so good, Chris." I whine out loud as his fingers push deeper. "Good." He says, voice low as he captures my lips in a needy and hungry kiss. I melt into the kiss, tilting my head as I gave him better access to my mouth. His lips are so soft and warm on mine. His tongue sliding against mine as he lets out a deep, vibrating groan against my lips. His fingers are so much longer than mine, so he reaches places I've never been able to reach by myself.
Then he starts to finger me deeper, pumping his fingers in and out. His thumb finds my clit as he start circling it. I arch ever more into him. I bite his lower lip harshly till I taste the copper. He groans and fucks me harder with his fingers. The wet sounds of his fingers pushing in and out of me filling the living room. Luckily, nobody's at home. "Fuck me deeper.. harder!" I whine. His eyes darken even more, and he pushes his fingers deeper, curling and scissoring them. My body is on fire, the orgasm building in my stomach, ready to explode. Chris starts kissing and biting into the flesh of my neck. As I moan.. so close to my own release.
"Oh–my–god!!" I cry out.. tears of pleasure forming into my eyes. Chris smirks against my neck. "I can feel you squeezing around me," He cooes against my neck. "Come f'me baby."
And that is the final straw. Maybe it was the word baby that snapped it, but my orgasm hits me harder than ever, my legs vibrating as I cry out his name. Chris' fingers rides me through my orgasm as I moan and whimper. I am a complete mess under him.
Chris slowly gets off me, but before that, he places a couple of soft kisses on my neck and one on my temple, making my wrecked ass giggle. I look at him with a stupid pleasured smile, and he flashes me his million dollar smile.
Then my phone on the sofa busses. I check out after taking a couple more breaths, and I notice that it's Kayla. She said that I should walk to the mall that was almost next to Kaylas house.. she was there already with a couple of her friends. I quickly wrote her 'I'll be there' before I jumped up from the couch. I noticed that my legs felt really weak.. but good enough for me to use them. I quickly told Chris that I had to go. I grabbed Kaylas hoodie from the pile of freshly washed clothes that were still in the living room.
Just before I headed out of the door, Chris walks up to me, caging me between him and the door. He looks down into my eyes. "Next time I see you, you'll leave with my cum leaking out of you." He rasps looking at me intensely.
I slide both my hands slowly down his chest. "Oh yeah?" I ask, grinning. "And what would your sister think about that?" I tease, playfully smirking at him. "Shhhh." He presses his pointer finger onto my lips. "This will be our little secret.. right?" He whispers. I smile deviosly and slip out of the door.
I'm playing with fire.
Part 2 here!
Authors note: I got this idea while playing fn lol.. btw I'm lwk a rookie in fn so please don't come at me if some of these things that I wrote were not true.. ;)) Enyways hope you liked this. I haven't written one-shots in a while ;) kissess xx
It was already known that Chris's love language was physical touch, but when it came to you...it was on a completely different level.
Whenever he got the chance, he would kiss your shoulder, hold your hand and caress your knuckles with his thumb, brush his fingers through your hair and gently place a strand behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your earlobe for a couple of seconds.
And the fact that you let him made it ten times better for him.
You were now sitting in his lap, legs draped over his, head laid on his chest, while he was at his desk, playing some game with his brothers. Even though he was focused on his game, always absorbed by the action, he insisted on having you there, with him.
He was in the lobby, waiting for the game to start, absently running his fingers up and down your arm and thigh. His gentle touch accompanied by little kisses now and then made your body release all the tension that built up throughout the day, making your eyelids heavier— and his scent, warmth, small whispers, bathed in honey, like "I love you, sweetheart", "You have such smooth skin", "You're so beautiful", didn't help your sleepy state, just made you fuzzier.
He sensed the way your breathing fell into a steady rythm, head stuck to the crook of his neck, and he took off his headset, murmuring to the boys that he quits the game.
"Hey sleepyhead, let's get you to bed, 'kay?" he whispers softly in your ear, gently caressing your head.
You shake your head in disaproval, too tired to move an inch.
He lets out a small chuckle that makes his chest vibrate, wrapping you in comfort. Little did you know that he hoped you wouldn't want to get up from his lap.
"Okay, pretty, 'm not moving. You can sleep here." he whispers quietly against your hair, his hands never stopping from touching your smooth skin.
"I love you" you murmur as you nuzzle your face deeper in his chest.
He chuckles softly.
"I love you, too, sweet thing" he says back.
You then understood that the warmth spreading in your chest meant you were still falling for the boy that was holding you— every day, repeatedly.
You tripped over the edge and got lost in fantasy, in dreams and blue oceans— the same shade as his calm eyes. Eyes that always looked at you with nothing but love.
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what honey and chris are doing at 11:52pm
he’s got one arm draped around her waist, the other scrolling absently on his phone. her head’s tucked under his chin, hoodie way too big, socks mismatched. they’re not talking much — just that sleepy kind of silence where everything feels soft and okay. her eyes keep fluttering shut but she insists she’s “not tired.” he just laughs under his breath and kisses the top of her head. every few minutes, she mumbles something half-asleep like “we should bake muffins tomorrow” and he’s like “okay baby” even though she won’t remember saying it.
he’s got a playlist going. she’s got her fingers laced with his.
the world is quiet. and they’re still here. together.
“He is loving this.” Chris grinned, from cheek to cheek, as you found him in your bathroom. He was wearing swim shorts, and holding your newborn close to his chest, letting the soothing water run down his small back.
You thought of bathtime like something you wanted to avoid all day. Normally Oliver would cry his lungs out, not really enjoying the contact with water. You hated to see him cry and wanted It to be a peaceful hour where you could rewind from the day and just be with your baby.
You couldn’t help but smile at the picture in front of you, leaning your body against the doorframe. “He usually doesn’t like bathtime. Good job there, daddy.”
Oliver had his eyes closed, his head resting against Chris’s chest. His hand ran up and down his back, swinging from feet to feed in a calm rhythm. “Maybe he just didn’t like to be alone in there,” Chris said, looking down at Oliver that noticing your presence opened his eyes.
“Hi there, baby.” You cooed at him, getting closer to them. You pushed a wooden bench you had on the room, sitting next to the shower. “Look at you…”
Oliver looked at you, showing you his toothy smile. His little hands pulled some of Chris’s chest hair, making you giggle.
“I definitely should shave that.” Chris laughed, kissing the top of Oliver’s head.
“No, don’t do that.” You pouted. Chris chuckled, smiling, and you could tell a smirk was there to follow.
a/n- hello and welcome to me being soft for Chris for the 8407437th time. all descriptions of Christopher’s Haven are completely made up, never been there lol. but they are a great charity you should definitely support if you can! This idea was sitting around in my brain for a while so i went ahead and wrote it, but it’s actually well-timed because it’s fathers day, so happy fathers day!! hope you enjoy! <3
Summary: Just a fun day with Chris visiting a charity he appreciates.
Word Count: ~1,100
Warnings: none. well is Chris with kids a warning? because it definitely makes my heart skip some beats.
The car window was down, the sun was on your face and Chris was holding your hand over the console. You were in Boston once more after Chris finished his most recent movie, deciding to take a little time off to be with his family.
You were currently on your way to Christopher's Haven, one of the charities Chris was most fond of. They provided housing for families that needed cancer treatment at Boston hospitals. Chris often donated and promoted them, so you figured it was a matter of time until he took you to visit.
Today, instead of lounging around the house like you've been doing for the last week since he came back, you decided you needed to get out a little, and took the opportunity to finally go to Christopher's Haven. Chris made a few calls in the morning, so after lunch you could go visit, no cameras or anything.
"I'm just gonna give them the donation in person and then we can go around getting to know the families a little. Sounds good?" Chris asked you.
"Sounds great," you answered and kissed his cheek.
So here you were, on your way. You tried to be calm about this, but knowing how much this meant to Chris made you antsy. You slid your free hand down the flowy dress you were wearing, dusting off invisible dirt. It's just… what if you acted too happy? These people were dealing with cancer. But then again, what if acting solemn was just gonna make them be in a worse mood?
As if Chris could sense your inner turmoil, he squeezed your hand in his. "You're gonna be great," he reassured. "Now stop thinking so much, I can hear your wheels turning up there," he chuckled. You giggled back at him, squeezing his hand in return.
You arrived at the parking lot and Chris jumped out of the car. You reached down for your bag and before you could reach to open your door Chris was there, opening your door and holding his hand out for you to take. You chuckled and took his hand. You’ve already learned it's useless to fight Chris on things like this – when you first started dating you told him you could open your own doors, but sooner rather than later you realized it was embedded in him, being the perfect gentleman, and stopped resisting it.
You walked hand in hand into the spacious reception room, where a smiling receptionist welcomed you in.
"You can go ahead; I'll just settle the money stuff. Be there in a sec," Chris smiled at you. You opened your mouth, starting to embarrassedly admit that you didn't know where to go, but before you could the receptionist spoke.
"It's playtime," she smiled a reassuring smile, "so most of them will be outside. Just keep walking straight ahead and the exit will be on your right."
"Thanks," you smiled. You walked in the hallway until you found the door to your right. You stepped outside, taking a steadying breath from the fresh afternoon air. You observed the families playing in the yard – kids of all ages were playing with siblings, parents, friends. The picture was so wholesome, it put a bright smile on your face, realizing a bunch of kids living together could never be that solemn.
A little kid, about 5 or 6 years old, holding a Captain America shield came up to you, tugging on your dress. "We're playing superheroes!" he exclaimed happily. "The girls don't want to play but we need someone to save, can we save you?"
"Of course!" you knelt down to look the kid in the eye. "Are you Captain America?"
"I am!" he showed the shield proudly. "He's my favorite superhero!"
"Really? Mine too! Up top," you smiled at him and put your hand up for a high five which he gave enthusiastically. "Ow! Don't forget you're really strong!" you smiled at the kid who laughed heartily. He went to tell his friends he found someone for them to save and you heard a quiet laugh from behind you that you immediately recognized. You rose up and faced Chris, who was smiling fondly.
"So, Cap's your favorite huh?"
"You know he is," you smiled and winked.
You made your way over to the superheroes, playing with them for a while. Chris was chatting with the parents, then made his way over to you.
"Go get some water," he told you while he crouched down to play with the kids instead. You made your way to get some water at the table where the parents were sitting.
"Come sit," one of the moms gestured towards an empty chair beside her. She was holding a baby in her arms, bouncing him slightly. You sat down and the baby smiled at you. "Hey there handsome," you cooed at the adorable baby. You made conversation with the mom, who’s name was Jennifer, about how the kids were doing here, how did they go to school and whatnot.
"Mind holding him for a sec? I gotta go to the bathroom," Jennifer asked, an embarrassed smile on her face.
"Not at all!" you extended your arms and took the baby from the grateful mom. You continued to coo at the baby, bouncing him and smiling at his chubby little face. You looked over at Chris from across the yard, two boys practically climbing on him as he laughed. A wave of love flooded you, filling you with warmth and contentedness. You always knew you wanted to have a family, kids running around the house. Even though you and Chris never officially talked about this, the picture in front of your eyes made you realize you wanted to have that with him. You could picture it vividly – making a family dinner, Chris spoiling your kids rotten with Captain America dolls. And you wouldn't have it any other way. With a content smile you turned back to the baby, talking to him in a low voice.
Unbeknownst to you, from the other side of the yard, Chris was having the same sentimental thoughts. He saw you bouncing the baby in your lap, cooing at him, and his heart swelled with love. You were his safe place, his favorite person, his haven. He wanted a family, and he couldn't have asked for a better person to have that with rather than you.
You sensed his gaze, raising your eyes to meet his shining blue ones. You smiled at him and he returned a dazzling one back. You probably should talk about it – having a family, the thought went through both of your heads.
The kid with the Captain America shield "punched" Chris in the arm and he broke your gaze, feigning pain, his eyes showing the laugh threatening to escape him.
You'll talk about it later. You have all the time in the world.
Talked about this here but Chris is so the type of bf to just pat/smack your ass out of habit.
It doesn’t even have to be a sexual thing, I notice he does this to his brothers(not in a weird ass way yall) but Chris is just a very touchy person. Him lightly touching your ass would just be him showing he cares.
He’d definitely pat your butt to let you know he’s walking past you.
