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chris had you ass up face down in the mattress, pumping his third load out on your glistening cunt, letting out heavy breathes.

“haah…f-fuck, don’t know what i’m gonna do without you sweetheart.” he’s still jerking his dick, squeezing the last of his nut while nearly out of breath, panting through his words and firmly holding the arch in your back with his free hand.

“i don’t wanna leave you”

the original plan was to help chris pack while nick and matt were out dealing with last minute things but the energy quickly shifted after he heard the engine start, he was all over you, lips glued to yours and clothes flying in every direction.

he made sure to spend every second of everyday with you up until he left for tour, giving his all to you each time like it was his last because that’s what it felt like. his excuse every time being he’s making up for a month apart, leading you to cave and quickly because you knew you’d miss him too.

your body is unbelievably tired, vibrating from overstimulation, leaking hot cum from both you and chris while you struggle to catch your breath, but toughing it out for him, “m-mhm..i’m gonna miss you s-so much.”

“y’know you don’t have to baby, just come with me,” he glides his thumb between your folds, painted white and on display for him; really taking the time to drink in every inch of your body, burning it into his memory for harder times as if it wasn’t already.

“chris i have school—“

“it can work, y’just gotta try,” chris whined in dissatisfaction that you weren’t breaking. his fingers were now knuckles deep in your hole, thrusting slow and in complete awe.

you couldn’t even react, eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth wide open but nothing coming out, just shaking in place, letting him use you.

whining at the loss of his fingers, you suddenly receive a smack to your cunt, making your whole body jolt.

“turn around, need to see that pretty face,” you were swept off your knees before you can even process it. he’d been tossing you around all night with effortless strength, switching from one position to the another.

chris grinned when he was met with your fucked out expression. your lips were pink and swollen, tears stained on your cheeks, curls frizzy and all over your head. you were a mess and he wasn’t even done with you yet, “y’look so pretty like this.”

you smiled back lazily and rubbed the stubble on his jaw, also looking very fucked out with his eyes low and dark, hairs clung to his forehead, and face gone red. “love when you say shit like that.”

his mouth found your neck again, messy and hungry. he smiled against your skin as you let out breathy moans, kissing lower, then biting down just enough to hear your little squeal.

“i know baby..go ahead and lay down f’me.”

chris adjusts you to the perfect angle, laying you down on your side, him between your legs and carefully lining you up with his dick. his veiny hands go from tracing the curve of your waist and ass to messaging your breast.

he watched you squirm on the bed, his lip tucked between his teeth as his thumb and index rolled your sensitive buds. you clench around nothing, hoping and praying that he would shove it in. “chris please”

“please? y’gettin needy now…” his arm swings back to smack you ass, little harder then you were expecting, not hard enough to disassociate pain and pleasure. “all that and ya still begging for more, imagine that feeling when i’m not around?”

“need you s’bad, please,” you whine and bucked your hips, feeling the tip of his dick graze your clit.

chris smirked, pressing a single kiss to your inner thigh and slowly beginning to fuck you side ways.

your moaning out uncontrollably, back arching into his chest, each thrust being better than the last while chris hits places you don’t think he ever has.

“sh-shit mama, of course your this fuckin’ tight f’me before i go.” he leaves three smacks on your ass before his arms fall to the sides of your head, stabling himself self as his deep stokes pick up.

loud cries are echoing off the walls of his room, the bed creaks at a fast rate, and the headboard slams against the wall, chris already knowing their neighbors fucking despise him.

he continued to slam into you at a relentless pace, grunts and groans slipping past his swollen lips at the sight of this cock disappearing in your sopping pussy and bulging in your lower abdomen. “y’feel me, so deep in this pretty pussy?”

he presses down on your stomach, causing you the throw your head back, your hand grabs his wrist next to your head as you feel the pooling fire in your gut. “mmmh—feels so fuckin good, ughh chris..m’cumming, m’cumming.”

your mind went hazy as you creamed all over chris’ dick, stuttering screams of his name at the top of your lungs, him still working deep, hard strokes into you, showing no mercy while your leaking all over him and the bed, “mhm just like that baby…holy shit.”

your palm flattened against his chest, attempting to tap out and push him away, “uugh..i can’t, it’s too much—“

he didn’t stop.

didn’t even slow down.

“no, don’ tell me that, s’okay pretty girl, keep goin f’me—fuuck… kn-know you can.”

“no chris…i-i can’t take anymore”

it’s like battle of back and forth, chris pushing your hand off his chest, you moving it right back, you still weren’t looking at him and his brothers would be back any minute now. it was only a matter of time before he was fed up and really gave you something to cry about. “stop fuckin moving, shit— look at me baby.”

he got no response you were too caught up in your whirl of cries to even notice he said anything, only making him angrier. pulling out, he quickly shoves your hand one last time before picking your body up and moving you on your back, connecting his chest with yours, leaving no space for you to push him away. chris grabs your head and brings it to his and rams back into you.

his stamina was fucking unbelievable, he fucked you through the thick, sticky air, fucked you through four orgasms and still hunched like a rabbit in heat.

you gasped and moaned in each other’s faces as chris ruts into you ten times harder with his eyes locked on yours, seeing every bit of lust and passion.

chris groans, “n-nah…f-fuck all that, y’coming with me i don’t care, mama”

you could see the veins in his neck straining as he tried to state a coherent sentence, meanwhile your fucked dumb, brain turned into mush.

“m’making myself clear, yeah?”

you mumble something, not even sure what it was. chris grabs your throat, making your eyes roll.

“do you understand me?” his pelvis is pounding forward in rapid, punishing thrust. your whole body shakes and nails claw at his back only being able to make out one word.

“yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, ughh” your words slurred together and back arched deeply as you felt cum leaking down your body and onto the mattress.

chris’ muscles tense up and he buried his face in your neck, bottoming out, breath hitching as he finally lets go, releasing a gut ranching groan and gripping you like he was falling apart while he planted his seed inside.

he pulls out, you both whimpering and whining too sensitive to any touch. chris collapses beside you, uneven breaths, your chest rising and falling in unison, and neither of you saying a word. he holds you close and connects your foreheads before brushing your hair out your face.

“so you’ll come right?” his voice was raspy and soft just above a whisper.

you sigh, “guess i am.”

a smiled crept on his lips and he kissed all over your face, not caring that your cheeks were a little salty from all that crying you were doing. “my fuckin girl, i love you s’much, i’ll pack right now”

chris sits up from the bed, energized with excitement, pulling you up to do the same like he didn’t just completely wreck your shit.

“no, give me a sec chris,”

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first

m.s

content warning: smut, p in v, risky sex, pet names, and more.

you were home alone, sitting on the couch watching tv. you were wearing a pair of boxers that complimented your figure well, and a black tank top that didn’t cover much cleavage. your hair was thrown up into a messy bun, and you were wearing your glasses with no makeup on. due to it just being you at home you didn’t care how unpresentable you looked, you weren’t expecting company.

so, you were surprised to say the least, when your front door flung open. your brother, nate, and his best friend, matt, stood at the door with an insane amount of grocery bags in their hands.

“umm, what the fuck?” you said furrowing your brows watching your brother struggle to get threw the door.

“we got a bunch of snacks and plenty of shit to make dinner for the next, what? five nights?” nate said walking over to the counter and putting the bags down.

“i thought yall were getting home for another hour or two??” you said confused

“yeah, neither did we, but we got hella food. we got you baja blast, and like 8 bags of hot fries.” matt said following nates lead.

“awww, you guys love me.” you smiled big and threw the blanket off of you getting up off the couch.

“nah we tolerate you. the food is so you can shut the fuck up while we are here for the next week.” nate said giving you a smile back.

“week?? the fuck, i thought you were only here for a couple of days?” you said turning your attention to matt, but when you looked over at him, he was already staring at you intensely. his eyes traveling places they shouldn’t. it was obvious he was looking at your tits and ass. they were practically on display.

“uhh yea- i uh- plans ch-changed.” matt replied wide eyed, he forced himself to look away and smile awkwardly at nate.

“dude, you realize that’s my little sister and i’m right here.” nate said shaking his head at matt

“sorry i just wasn’t expecting- i mean not that it’s not- i don’t know i-i just, ummm-.” matt struggled to find the words, and you still standing right in front of him dressed like that really made it hard for him.

“i uh- im going to go to the bathroom.” matt finally said. he couldn’t have rushed out of the kitchen faster, pushing you a little while speeding to the bathroom.

“ummm ok, anyways, why is he here for a week?? i thought it was only like three days??” you asked nate tilting your head

“not sure, he just called this morning asking if he could stay longer. i mean, not that i’m complaining though.” nate said starting to through the grocery bags and put things away.

“but could you do me a favor, and while he’s here can you like wear real clothes,” he said.

“sure. i wasn’t expecting you guys to be here so early or else i would have looked more… presentable?” you laughed softly, “i’m going to go change right now though.” you continued spinning on your heals and going towards the hallway.

the bathroom matt happened to be in was right next to your room, and as you were walking by you thought you heard whining coming from the bathroom. you stopped dead in your tracks in front of the bathroom door. you listened for anything else, and just as you were about to walk away you heard matt whimper. your eyes widened and your pulse quickened. holy shit, is matt jerking off in my fucking bathroom?

you have had the fattest crush on matt since you were little. always fantasizing about him confessing his love for you and you guys live the happily ever after fairy tale, but once you turned like 13 the fantasies went away. you kind of just accepted the fact that matt didn’t like you back, but you still always got super nervous around him. he would sometimes tease you when nate wasn’t looking, but he never crossed any boundaries and it would drive you crazy. so being in the current situation you were in right now shocked you. matt got hard because of you. he rushed out of the kitchen to jerk off because of you.

you were pulled out of deep thought by matt moaning softly. “fuuuck y/n.”

holy. fucking. shit.

matt was jerking off still thinking about you. your face got insanely red, and your heartbeat fastened. you immediately ran to your room trying to forget you heard anything. you changed into a pair of gray sweats, and a black oversized hoodie. you were brushing threw your hair when you heard a three soft knocks at your door. you got up and slowly opened your door, and you were met with matt.

“hey um.. i’m really sorry about earlier,” he said just above a whisper. “if i made you uncomfortable i apologize i just wasn’t expecting you to be wearing.. that.” he continued to speak softly. you could tell he was genuine, but apart of you was wondering if he felt so guilty not only because he got hard at the thought of you but he jerked off at the thought of you.

“it’s fine matt.” you said smiling at him, “i’m not mad or uncomfortable.” you said trying to cut this conversation short.

“okay, just making sure we were still good.” he said smiling back at me before taking a step back.

“of course.” you said before you shut your door.

2 hours later

i had been camping out in my room for the past couple of hours. you could not get matt out of your head. you thought it was silly of you to be overthinking it the way you were. any man would have reacted that way. right? i mean men only have so much self control when it comes to shit like that. right..?

your thoughts were interrupted again by the front door opening and closing. you figured it was matt going back to his house to pick up some stuff he forgot. that often happened, so you left your room thinking finally you could get food. you walked down the hallway, and when you got to the living room you were met with the one and only.

“oh, hey! nate just left to.. um actually you don’t wanna know what he’s doing, but he’s going to be gone for awhile so it’s just you and me for a bit kid.” matt says smiling up at you. he’s sitting on your couch, phone in hand with his hand resting comfortably on the back of the couch.

“oh. okay! that’s fine! i was just coming to get some food, and probably go back up to my room.” you said walking past him into the kitchen, but you hear him trailing behind you.

“what you don’t wanna hang out with me?” he asked with a playful frown growing on his face.

it’s not that you didn’t want to hang out with matt. usually you would jump at that opportunity, but considering you couldn’t get him jerking off out of your head, you didn’t think it was the best idea.

“oh n-no it’s not that. it’s just,” you paused not knowing what excuse to use.

“is it because of what happened earlier?? i’m really so-“ “no.”

“oh..” he said standing awkwardly, “are you sure??” he asked rubbing the back of his neck, “because i can only control myself so much, especially when if you were dressed like-“ but he stopped talking when he looked up to see you smirking at him, you were assumed with how frantic he was.

“wait a minute, maybe you wore that on purpose.. maybe you wanted me to get all hard and shit in front of your brother, huh?” he said suddenly completely catching you off guard.

“w-what? n-no i really didn’t know you wo-“ “i mean it would make sense, you just wanted attention? you always did have a crush on me.” he cut you off.

“i d-don’t have a crush on y-you,” you said just above a whisper.

“yeah ya’ do princess, it’s kinda obvious. some might even say your.. obsessed with me? hm?” he said stepping toward you.

“rich coming from you.” you scoffed rolling your eyes and taking a step back.

“and why is that, ms. attitude?” he said tilting his head, your sudden mood shift catching him off guard

“you act like you weren’t whimpering my name like a little bitch jerking off in my bathroom earlier.” you said raising your eyebrows in amusement as you see the smirk wash off his face immediately.

“i don’t know what your talking about.” he said simply, his demeanor immediately changing.

“oh what’s wrong baby?? you can dish it but not take it?? don’t get all shy on me now pretty boy.” you teased him walking over to him slowly.

he looked completely shocked. jaw slack and eyes wide. he was walking backward as you were walking forward until he hit the couch. he instinctively plopped down on the couch, grabbing you by your hips and bringing you to straddle him.

“i’m not shy, princess. i think the real question is, can you take it?” he said smirking up at you grabbing your hips and guiding you to grind down on his clothed half hard dick.

you brought your hands to rest on his shoulders as you slowly started rolling your hips on his now fully hardened cock. you were sure matt could feel the pool of heat in between your legs. when you went to check if you were leaving a wet patch on his jeans, he grabbed your jaw forcing you to look at him, pulling you into the first kiss. it started off slow, no tongue just your lips pressed together. you pulled back to look up at him, but he immediately brought you back crashing your lips back together. this time way more heated than the first. he bit on your bottom lip and shoving his tongue into your mouth, causing you to moan into his mouth.

you pull away to catch your breath, still grinding on his hard on. “m-matt we shouldn’t.” you said looking up at him with a dazed expression, but you didn’t stop your movements.

he just smirked at you, and started kissing down your jaw and onto your neck. biting and sucking at your tanned skin, definitely leaving marks. “f-fuck matt, i’m serious. n-nate would kill us.” you said still not stopping.

“i know he would, wouldn’t he?” he said in between kisses, “he would be.. so pissed.. if he knew how i had you right now.. huh princess?” he continued biting and sucking at your skin.

you knew it was wrong. your brothers best friend, but you couldn’t help but love the thrill of risk. nathan would absolutely kill both of you, but the sex was all you really cared about in the moment. because once you felt matt’s hands traveling up your top, all your sane thought left your mind.

his hands starting on your back traveling around to your front, slowly looking for your boobs. once he found what he was looking for, he slowly rolled your hard nipple between his fingers causing you to whimper. you loved the pain, the pleasure, the risk, the excitement.

“princess..” matt said between kisses

“hmmmmm”

“we need to go to your room.. now.” he said as you nodded.

he quickly lifted both of you guys off the couch, your arms and legs instinctively wrapping around him as he carried you two to your room.

he threw you onto your mattress, and immediately ripping off his shirt and working at his belt. you followed him taking off your hoodie to reveal your tits to him, and your sweats. leaving you both in your underwear.

“holy- f-fuck.” matt said looking at your fully exposed chest.

you love the way matt looked at you in that moment, mesmerized, like you were the most beautiful thing he had seen.

you crawled to the end of your bed, and you lifted onto your knees, matt quickly making his way over to your bed and you guys slammed together perfectly. matt lifted you up by your thighs, laying you down on the bed and hovering over you. both of your guys’ lips moving in sync.

matt’s hands started to travel, starting at your hair and slowly moving down. he found his way to your chest, disconnecting your guys lips and looking down at the sight. watching his hands squeezing your boobs and playing with your nipple. he slowly takes your boob into your mouth, sucking and nibbling at the nub.

moans leaving your mouth left and right as you feel matt’s hand slowly traveling down to your core. he cupped your heat, and experimentally applying pressure. your hips bucked onto his hand try to create any kind of friction. matt took the hint and immediately started rubbing slow circles on your clothed clit.

“f-fuck- matt” you whimpered. he sped up his movements, his cock strained against his boxers begging to be freed.

“what, baby?” he said smiling looking at your expression, your lip tucked between your teeth and your eyes screwed shut.

matt gripped onto your jaw tight causing your eyes to immediately opened. “look at me baby,” he said giving you a warm smile. like he was looking at something adorable. “tell me what you want, princess.”

“you. all of y-you matt, i need your- oh fuck- i need your cock so bad.” you choked out, as matt’s movements grew insanely fast.

“your wish is my command, baby.” matt said immediately ripping off your panties. he parted your legs more and taking in the sight of your glistening core.

“fuck, princess. your so wet,” he said spreading you open. he took off his boxers shortly after adding to the pile of clothes. he pulled you closer to him by your legs, running his fingers along your folds.

“so beautiful,” matt spoke quietly. he almost looked as if he was in a trance. just staring at himself toy with your folds, collecting most of your arousal. suddenly his head snapped up, and his eyes immediately meeting yours. “how do you want me, baby?”

you wrapped your legs around his torso, and reached up to grab his neck to pull him down to a kiss. you felt his dick poking into the inside of your thigh. you reached down and slowly started to palm him.

“shit- we don’t have time for this, princess.” matt said grabbing his dick and running himself along your folds collecting as much of your wetness he could before slowly pushing into you.

matt was big. statistically huge. so when he started entering you slowly, you couldn’t help but whimper at the pain.

“it’s okay baby. i know, your doing so good though.” he reassured you, stroking your hair.

“almost there, halfway.” he said rubbing circling into your thighs continuing to slowly push into you.

once he bottoms out you both sighed of relief. he slowly started to fuck into you, and quickly the pain turned into pleasure.

“fuck matt- m-more,” you moaned,

“more what, princess?” he asked trying to fulfill your needs fully.

“f-faster,” you clarified, and as soon as he picked up his pace your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

sex with matt was amazing, the excitement of the risk making it ten times better, but the fact that it was the boy you have had a crush on since forever made the sex incredible.

your pants and moans started to get out of hand, screaming his name like it was a chant.

“that’s right, baby. let everyone know who’s making your pretty little pussy feel good. who’s pussy is this?” he whispered into your ear.

“f-fuck matt- all yours-“ just as those words left your mouth you heard the sound of a car locking. you immediately look up at matt wide eyed, who slapped his hand over your mouth, but didn’t let up his movements.

“m-matt-“ you said looking down at where you two were connected. you were in a state of panic, but when you saw the way matt’s cock was disappearing into your pussy, you couldn’t help but let out a moan at the sight. luckily it was muffled due to matt’s hand being over your mouth.

“i’m not stopping until your finished baby. i’ll stay here buried deep in this pussy all night if i have to.” he grunted, you chucked at this.

“horny fuck,” you said muffled, but it had a bite to it. as soon as you said that, matt pulled out almost all the way and then slammed back into you.

“what was that?” he said, but all you could do was moan out. “f-fuck do that again.” you said looking up at him through your lashes.

matt opened his mouth to respond but was stopped by banging on your door.

“why the fuck is your door locked?” you heard your brother nate say continuing to bang on your door.

matt looked at me wide eyed, and slowly lifted his hand off my mouth. i bit my lip to stop the moan that was bubbling up inside of me from coming out. you pulled yourself together enough to be able to respond to your brother while matt was still plowing into you.

“what do you need, nate?”

“where the fuck is matt at? and why is your door locked?” he said jiggling your door handle.

“i’m getting changed, and i don’t know where the fuck your friend is.” you spat out as quickly as you could.

“dude hurry up and open the fucking door.” nate said, you watched at the small crack under your door waiting for nate to walk away and he never did.

unfortunately, you felt the knot in your stomach start to build. you looked up at matt who was lost in the pleasure. “i’m gonna cum.” you whispered to him, and he just nodded in agreement. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you felt yourself start to shake.

“dude come the fuck on.” nate said a little more demanding and still pounding on the door.

“fuck, i’m coming.” you said luckily not raising suspicion to nate. matt slapped his hand back over your mouth. matt pulled out and slowly started pumping himself. thick ropes of cum quickly came from his tip covering your abdomen.

as soon as you felt yourself come down you threw on the first shirt you saw, along with your underwear and made your way to the door with shaky legs. you turned around to tell matt to hide, but he was gone. all you saw was your window open, so you swung your door open.

“what?” you said said putting one hand on your hips and the other on your wall to stable yourself

“dude gross?? put fucking pants on maybe?” nate said putting his hands in front of his face to block out your bottom half.

“well i told you i was changing, and you were so adamant about me opening my fucking door, so?” you shrugged at him pressing your lips together.

“woah where did your pants go?” matt suddenly appeared behind nate with a huge smile on his face.

“where the fuck were you at?” nate said crossing his arms and walking up to matt.

“the bathroom?” matt said with a bit of an attitude.

“oh.” was the only response nate found, “well whatever, let’s go play fortnite or something.” nate said walking away.

“kay,” matt said watching him walk down the hallway before quickly turning to me, “you okay?” he said walking up to me, slowly snaking his arms around my waist.

you smiled up at him, my cheeks burning up. “yeah, i’m amazing,” you said putting your arms around his neck.

“good.” matt said pressing his lips to mine in a soft and slow kiss.

“maaaaatt, cmon.” nate yelled from downstairs.

“cockblocker.” matt whisper smiling down at me, before turning away, “coming,” he said walking towards the stairs.

you turned around, and shut your door. you slowly pressed your back against it and slid down with a wide smile on your face. your mind was everywhere. matthew sturniolo was just inside of you no more than five minutes ago.

holy. fucking. shit.

xoxo, isa

a/n: very much overdue pero not sure how i feel about it. i have a bunch of more requests im planning on doing, and of course new texts im going to be putting out. pero gracias mi bebes for 800 followers y for so much amor towards my series!! comment ‘❄️’ to be added to my taglist, and ill add you!!🩵

you want chris’s attention

warnings: oral ( m. receiving ) , edging (?), established relationship

“chris?” you ask standing behind his gaming chair waiting for him to pay attention to you.

“mhm” chris mumbles clicking some buttons on his keyboard,eyes focused on the screen in front. one of his ears uncovered by the headphone.

“baby,come on” you softly whine placing your hands on the corners of his chair

“give me 5 more minutes and then i am all yours yeah?” chris spoke through his teeth,still very focused on his game.

you’re mad at him now. you’ve been whining and complaining for so long-and its not even like you to ask for his attention hes usually “all yours” all the time,so you decided to mess with him.

you kneel down,slowly crawling under his desk which he doesn’t even notice until your hands are on his thighs ready to pull his pants down,chris’ head snaps down at you.

“baby what-” you don’t let him finish his sentence and start pulling of his sweats

“shh” you whispered,chris’ eyes on you and his breathing growing heavy

once both his pants and his boxers are off,you are faced with his semi-hard dick,your mouth millimetres away from it,chris can feel your breath on it.

chris lifts his hips to slide down the chair a little,a smirk on his face,and a smirk on yours.

you take his tip in between your puckered lips,sucking it lightly,chris’s eyes already rolling back and his hips bucking to which you lay a firm hand on his thighs to signal him to not do that.

“please,fuck-” chris’ eyebrows furrowed and eyes half shut as he spoke through teeth,his reaction made you take him whole in your mouth.

“aa-hh” chris’ voice hoarse as he let out guttering moan-his head falling back,hands gripping the hand rest’s of the chair,feeling you take him all.

you bob your head up and down,increasing your speed with each dive.

“fuck yes,just like that-” chris spoke between his breaths

chris is a whining and moaning mess,you suck harder and faster,trying to get him close.

“fuck baby so close—so close-fuck” chris eyes shut,his hands gripping the hand rest’s with everything in him making his back arch a little.

as soon as those words left his mouth you slowly pull off of him and wipe your mouth, chris’ mouth agape and his brows in a knot.

“why-what? why?” his voice cracking as he looks down at you.

you simply just shrug and crawl out of the desk walking to sit down on the bed

“-fuck wait” chris quickly gets rid of his headphones throwing them harshly on his desk and running to the bed.

a/n : @chrissweetheart ‘s idea btw !

Chris had never been shy about his opinions on condoms. He didn’t just dislike them—he fucking hated them.

And you heard about it constantly.

“Feels like wearing a damn trash bag,” he’d mutter under his breath every time he rolled one on.

“Y’know this would feel so much better without it,” he’d say while looking at you with those half-lidded, pleading eyes, hands gripping your hips like he could convince you with touch alone.

He wasn’t wrong, and that was the worst part. You knew it. You’d felt it—just once, in the heat of the moment when he had pushed into you before either of you remembered. But you had stopped him, breathless and tempted, because logic had always won out over desire.

Until now.

Tonight, he’s on his knees between your legs, his head resting against your thigh, kissing over sensitive skin while his fingers tease you in slow, lazy strokes. He’s in no rush, taking his time, feeling the way your body reacts to him—how you shiver at the first press of his lips, how your breathing stutters when he drags his fingers just right.

“C’mon y’know I’d pull out,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low, husky.

You exhale sharply. “Chris.”

“What?” His lips brush higher. His fingers slip deeper. “It’s true. I’d pull out. Every time. You know I would.”

You do. He’s never given you a reason not to trust him, never reckless with you, no matter how desperate he gets.

“I promise I will,” he continues, looking up at you, eyes dark, pupils wide. “I just—fuck, baby, I wanna feel you.” His voice is wrecked with frustration, but his touch stays soft, coaxing. “Really feel you.”

Your stomach clenches at the way he says it, the way his fingers work you open so easily. He knows exactly how to touch you, exactly how to make you melt, and you know he’s using that to his advantage.

“Please.” His voice drops to a whisper. “Just once.”

You shouldn’t. You know you shouldn’t.

But the way he’s looking at you—the sheer desperation in his expression, the raw hunger in his eyes—makes it impossible to say no.

“…Just once.” The words leave your lips before you can think too hard about them.

Chris stills. His eyes flicker with something almost like disbelief before it turns into something darker, something primal.

“Yeah?” His voice is rough, nearly breaking.

You nod, and that’s all it takes.

He’s on you in seconds, lips crashing into yours, hands gripping your hips like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind. He pulls back only to push you onto your back, hovering over you, breathing hard.

“Y’sure?” He asks, but his hands are already roaming, already lining himself up.

You bite your lip, nodding. “Mhmmm I’m sure.”

Chris exhales a shaky breath, his forehead dropping to yours for half a second—like he needs to ground himself, like this is something more than just physical to him.

And then he pushes in.

You gasp at the difference immediately—how soft he is, how close he feels, how there’s nothing between you now, nothing dulling the sensation. He lets out a broken groan, his fingers digging into your skin.

Chris shudders above you, his breath ragged, forehead pressed against yours like he's trying to hold himself together. But you can feel it—the way his body trembles, the way his grip tightens, the way his hips stutter for a second too long before he forces himself to move again.

"Jesus fuck," he rasps, voice hoarse, raw, like this is wrecking him from the inside out.

"You're-fuck, baby, you're so warm. So wet. Feels like—" He cuts himself off with a strangled groan, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he forces his eyes open, forces himself to look at you.

You whimper as he buries himself deeper, deeper than you've ever felt him before, and the newness of it-the unbearable closeness, the way he's filling you with nothing in the way-it has you clawing at his back, nails dragging down the taut muscles of his shoulders.

Chris curses under his breath, one of his hands flying to your face, forcing you to look at him. "Tell me you feel it," he grits out, his forehead knocking against yours. “Tell me you feel how good this is”

You can't even form words. You just nod, legs tightening around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as you arch into him, desperate for more.

Chris lets out a sound that's almost a growl, his hips snapping into you faster, rougher, losing the last thread of control he had left.

His movements turn messy, almost frantic, like he's chasing something just out of reach. You can feel it, the way he's barely holding himself together, the way his body tenses, the way he's gripping your thigh like he's grounding himself, trying to make this last, trying to hold onto the feeling of being inside you raw for as long as he can.

"M’not—, m’not gonna last," he admits, breathless, desperate, his voice cracking.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters, his voice thick with something between awe and desperation. “I—shit, I can’t—”

He cuts himself off with a sharp thrust, and your body arches into him on instinct. The difference is overwhelming—raw and unfiltered, nothing dulling the way he stretches you, the way he fills you up so perfectly. You cling to his shoulders, your nails pressing into the firm muscle there, and he groans, gripping your hips tighter like he’s trying to pull you even closer.

“So good,” he rasps, dragging his lips along your jaw. “you’re fuckin’ squeezin’ me so tight.”

Your breath catches as he starts to move, slow at first, like he’s savoring every second, like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel around him with nothing in the way. Every deep thrust sends a shudder through you, your body adjusting to the stretch, to the overwhelming sensation of him bare inside you.

You can hear it—the slick, obscene sounds of where your bodies meet—and it sends a fresh wave of heat through you, making you whimper into his shoulder. Chris lets out a deep, guttural groan in response, his movements faltering for just a second before he collects himself.

“Fuckin’ knew it,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours, eyes burning into you. “Knew you’d feel like this—so goddamn perfect.”

His hands slide down your thighs, pushing them up higher so he can get deeper, angling just right, and when he thrusts in again, it knocks the breath from your lungs.

“Chris,” you gasp, clenching around him.

His jaw tightens, his eyes darkening as he watches your face, soaking in every reaction. “Yeah? That feel good?”

You can only nod, already trembling, already dangerously close to finishing.

Chris curses under his breath, picking up his pace, his hips snapping harder against yours. “We can’t ever- ever go back to them,” he groans, his voice wrecked, almost frantic. “Ain’t ever gonna want you any other way—just like this. Just you. Fuck, just you, baby.”

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through you, and you tighten around him, drawing a ragged moan from his lips. He buries his face in your neck, his thrusts turning desperate, like he’s losing himself in the feeling of you, like he’s never going to get enough.

“Ma, I—” His breath stutters, his grip on you almost bruising. “M’so close. You gotta—fuck, I need you to come for me.”

He pounds into you, hard and deep and unrelenting, his breathing ragged, his hands gripping your hips so tight you know you'll feel it tomorrow. His fingers slip between your bodies, finding your clit with practiced ease, rubbing tight circles that send you spiraling. 

Every stroke of his hips is perfect, hitting that spot inside you over and over again until your eyes begin to water. The pleasure builds too fast, too intense, and when he thrusts deep one last time, you break—your body shuddering, until your vision goes white, until you're gasping his name like it's the only thing you know.

Chris follows right after, a strangled groan ripping from his throat as he buries himself deep, cursing as he pulls out just in time, his body shaking as he spills onto your stomach, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, chest heaving.

The only sound in the room is your heavy breathing, the lingering hum of pleasure in your veins, the slow realization of what just happened.

Chris lets out a breathless laugh still catching his breath. He tilts his head up, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips before grinning softly.

"Yeah," he murmurs against your mouth.

"Ain't no fuckin' way l'm ever wearin' one again."

authors note: need idk…

extended version

I added some

summary: bestfriend!chris absolutely blowing your back out while his brothers are just downstairs.

contains: dom!chris, bsf!chris, roughhhh sex, degrading, fluff, overstimulation.

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9:12pm

it all happened so fast, one second you were sitting on the couch, with nick, matt and chris, all calmly watching a movie, the next he was texting you very suggestive messages.

'i need you'

'im so fucking hard under this blanket y/n.'

'you'd meet me upstairs wouldn't you?'

you didnt say no though, infact you were excited by this idea..

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i clear my throat, "im just gonna start getting ready to go home, goodnight guys!" i lie straight through my teeth to matt and nick, grabbing my phone and rushing upstairs, giving chris the look over my shoulder.

my heart thumps wildly in my chest, the thought of having sex with chris just felt so wrong, but also insanely right,

i swing open chris's bedroom door, before the sound of chris's footsteps fill my ear.

he follows straight after me, entering his bedroom before shutting the door and twisting the lock.

he stares at me with a look in his eyes ive never seen before, he looks almost deseperate.

my eyes trail down to the very large tent in his sweatpants, i reach my hand out and drag my nails over it, causing chris to suck in a sharp gasp.

i hum, "who's this for?" i ask, but he instantly cuts me off. he presses his lips to mine, his hand finding its way to the back of my hair and tangling his fingers through the strands.

i jump up into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as i moan softly into his mouth.

after a second he pulls away

"we really doin' this?" he asks as his tongue darts out to lick his lips.

i nod with a small hum, "no strings attached." i whisper.

a smirk grows on his face, "yeah? jus' wanna fuck your best friend for the fun of it, dont you?"

i nod happily, a smile growing on my face.

"naughty girl," he tuts.

he reaches for the hem of my shirt, pulling it off and throwing it to the side.

he reaches round a hand and unclasps my bra, with no struggle it instantly drops onto the floor.

my lips part, a small scoff leaving them. "how many times have you done that christopher." i laugh

"don't worry 'bout it." he grins, staring obviously at my bare chest.

“take it off.” he mumbles as he stares at my shorts.

i nod nervously tugging them down along with my panties, leaving me fully revealed in-front of him.

it’s somewhat humiliating, he is fully dressed and i’m just naked in front of him.

he smiles, reconnecting our lips and pressing my back up against the wall.

i pant heavily into his mouth as his knee slowly nudges my legs apart.

chris quickly breaks away from the kiss to pull off his shirt.

“please chris.” i mutter, my legs aching from how needy i am for him.

“please what?” he taunts,

“please fuck me..” i whisper,

he nods, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers, his fully hard erection springing out.

his tip is raw and pink, precum smeared all over it from how long he’s been hard in his boxers.

i stare down at it, “big..” i mumble, trying not to flatter him too much.

he hums, “bet you can’t wait to feel it in you, fuck.” he mumbles.

he picks me up again before throwing me down onto the matress. i land on my back with a small huff, chris looks down at me with hunger in his eyes.

“turn over.” he whispers, practically inaudible.

“huh?” i cock my head,

“turn. around.” his voice his deeper now, more commanding.

i nod flipping over onto my stomach.

he grabs my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the bed. i let out a small yelp as my body drags over the sheets

“hands and knees, c’mon.” chris mumbles,

i blush furiously as i get up on my hands and knees, my ass right infront of him.

“look at that.” he whispers,

he suddenly brings his hand down onto my ass, a loud slap. i yelp, a gasp leaving my lips.

he rubs over the red skin he just hit, before delivering another firm spank to me.

i let out a mix between a moan and a whine, the stinging prominent on my sensitive skin.

he delivers one last hard slap, the noise ringing out through the room.

“so fuckin’ hot, jesus.” chris breathes,

“you’ve done this before yeah?” he asks, rubbing the plush skin of my ass.

i nod, “yes yeah-“ i whisper.

“good, not gonna hold back on you, you know that right?” he asks,

i nod again, my arousal leaking out of my sensitive hole.

“gonna be nice and quiet for me aswell, nick and matt are downstairs, don’t want them to know you’re getting ruined in here.” chris warns,

“promise..” i whisper, arching my back in his face.

i feel his tip gently press at my hole, lining himself up.

“deep breath.” chris whispers, i comply, sucking in a deep breath.

suddenly, he slams his whole length into me.

all the air is knocked from my lungs as i let out a loud yelp, my eyes squeezing shut.

every last inch of him, slammed inside of me at once.

“chris- chris too much-“ i squeal, burying my face in the sheets.

“hm? don’t like me so deep?” he whispers,

i stay silent, i do, i do like him so deep.

he doesn’t waste time to instantly start thrusting fast, i moan loudly into the matress, clutching the fabric with my hands as i scream his name.

his tip slams against my cervix repeatedly, god it hurts, but in the best way possible.

chris is big, he’s stretching me out so much, not to mention the fact he’s also going crazy fast.

his hands reach down and slap across my ass,

“such a fuckin’ slut aren’t you? getting fucked absolutely dumb while my brothers are downstairs?” chris taunts, his voice low and gruff.

i let out a needy noise in response,

“bet you want them to hear, don’t ‘cha. want them to hear how good i’m making you feel.” he speaks, delivering another firm smack to my ass

i can feel his dick in my actual stomach, i don’t think anything has ever been this deep inside of me.

chris’s long hands drag down my back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path.

i can feel the chain on his wrist dragging against my flushed skin,

“chris- chris please- please slow down.” i wail, completely unfocused on trying to stay quiet.

“shut up, take it, you know you can.” he instantly snaps back, earning a loud groan from me

his hips repeatedly crash into mine, my cheek is pressed against the blankets on the bed as drool leaks out of my mouth.

he reaches his hand down into my hair, tugging on the strands and twisting it into a makeshift ponytail.

he tugs on this ‘ponytail’ he’s made, lifting my face from the blankets,

my moans are no longer muffled by the fabric,

he pulls slightly harder on my hair, gripping low down so it doesn’t actually hurt me, which is ironic considering the fact he won’t slow down. i’m not complaining though.

my back arches even harder, my eyes welling with tears at the unimaginable pleasure.

i hear him let out a low chuckle from behind me, “are you seriously fucking drooling?”

my cheeks flush red as i reach a shaking hand up to my mouth, wiping it quickly before instantly slamming it back down onto the matress, trying to keep myself up.

“chrisss…” i whine loudly,

“shh, sh.” he shushes me,

he suddenly lets go of my hair, letting my face fall foward into the sheets again.

i can finally let out more lewd noises with my face smushes into the blankets.

“i’m so close- please please..” i cry out,

he suddenly pulls out, my stomach instantly feeling empty and my hole fluttering around nothing.

“chris!!” i cry out again, making him laugh.

he is just so mean.

“turn over.” he speaks firmly, his voice very subtly shaking.

i roll over, my whole body aching, desperate for release.

“good girl, you’re so good at listening to me aren’t ‘ya?” he praises, he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed again,

i nod with a stupid grin, my mine completely blank.

he lines himself back up with me and i mentally prepare myself for what’s coming.

he slams back into me, the familiar feeling of him inside of me instantly soothing the ache in my pussy.

this time is different though, i can see him, and it hits me that this is the chris sturniolo who is fucking me right now, my own best friend.

i stare up at him, my eyes now narrow slits.

he reaches down and grips my breasts, his fingers twisting at my nipples,

he pinches them, causing me to clench around him as i let out a loud whine.

“didn’t i tell you to be quiet? what happened to you being good at listening?” he coos,

“i- sorry- ‘m sorry-“ i exclaim, tipping my head back.

i purse my lips together, trying to hold in my noises.

at this point there’s no hope of chris’s brothers not hearing me, it’s quite embarrassing actually, but it’s hot, so hot.

i exhale shakily, before another loud moan of chris’s name rips out of me.

chris suddenly clamps his hand down onto my mouth, “i told you to be quiet.”

i whine against his hand, my walls clenching down around him.

tears prickle in my eyes, dripping down my face into his hand as the pleasure gets too much.

i feel my orgasm crash down on me, my back arching off the bed as i squeeze my eyes shut.

“look at me, look at me.” he repeats himself, and midway through my orgasm i find the strength to open my eyes and stare into his.

a grin forms on his face, “so hot, so fucking good,”

his thrusts don’t stop though, if anything they pick up…

i feel my whole body on fire, my sensitive walls still being pounded into by chris.

tears roll down my cheeks, not tears of sadness, not at all. tears of pure ecstasy.

i groan against his hand, clamping my thighs together.

he instantly pushes my thighs back apart, “take it.” he mutters.

i see his head tip back as he gets close as well,

my mascara is now smudged against my face, chris’s hand still plastered onto my mouth to muffle my noises.

“fuuuck..” chris breathes,

after a few more thrusts he abruptly pulls out,

he strokes himself once more before finishing.

streaks of white paint my tummy, chris lets out a low whimper before falling down onto the matress beside me.

he pants heavily, i just lay still, my legs shaking as i try to catch my breath.

i have no thoughts in my brain, just pleasure.

“you okay?..” chris speaks up,

“i- i’m- i’m- woah.” i whisper, not even being able to form a coherent sentence.

“you’re woah?” chris grins,

i giggle in response, my whole body feeling like it’s on fire.

“really got fucked dumb on your best friends cock, that’s naughty.” he tuts,

i whine, “shut up..”

he chuckles, “i’m just messing with you sweetie.” he whispers, pulling me onto his chest.

i lay my full body weight on him, his arms wrap around me.

“you were so good you know that?” he whispers,

i nod, burying my face in his neck.

“let’s get you cleaned up alright? youre gonna sleep here instead of going home.” chris whispers, stroking my back.

he gently stands up, i’m still wrapped around him like a koala.

he takes me into his bathroom as he pulls on a pair of his sweatpants before sitting me down on the toilet as he prepares a wet rag.

“go pee yeah?” he speaks softly, it’s hard to believe he was degrading me 10 minutes ago.

i nod, following his instructions.

after i finish up chris picks me up, sitting me down on the counter.

i sit still, spreading my legs slightly as he gently cleans me up with the rag.

“wash your hands, you don’t wanna be dirty.” he grins,

“chris-! i haven’t even touched a single thing in here.” i laugh,

“i’m messsing with youuu.” he laughs back,

i roll my eyes as he finishes cleaning me up.

he picks me back up, walking me over to the bedroom as he sits me on the edge of the bed.

he dresses me up in his own clothes, his oversized shirt and sweatpants.

“you don’t want a shower or anything? i can run you one?” he asks,

“wait- can i go grab some water i’m so thirsty.” i complain, chris nods,

“yeah i’ll help ‘ya walk down there.” he says softly, helping me out of bed.

“i can walk!” i protest,

“can you now?” he giggles,

i nod stubbornly, walking very shakily down the stairs,

“you’re sort of like a baby giraffe.” he points out,

“aw thanks chris.” i roll my eyes, reaching the bottom of the stairs.

i look to my left and see matt and nick sitting on the couch.

they stare at me and chris with pure disgust,

“you two are ACTUALLY disgusting i hope you know that, never do that in my house AGAIN.” nick speaks up.

my cheeks flush a deep maroon as i turn around to look at chris.

he looks equally as embarrassed.

the silence is loud, before chris interrupts it with a small snort.

me and chris suddenly both burst into uncontrollable giggles, laughing stupidly at each other in the almost silent house.

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Summary: Reader goes back to Boston with the triplets and meets their parents for the first time. Chris and Reader spend the night in his small childhood bedroom.

Warnings: foul language, sex (p in v), getting caught kind of?

Word Count: 789 words

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A long day of traveling from LA to Boston had the triplet brothers bickering like no other. Matt drove with Nick in the passenger and you and Chris side by side in the back. Their arguments were no match for your noise canceling ear buds. You fidgeted with the tie on your sweatshirt anxiously as your nerves grew. Today you were going to be meeting Chris' parents for the first time and you were terrified. There had been a few times where you talked to Jimmy and Mary Lou on the phone but this was different. You were going to be staying in their house for a week. Chris noticed your fidgeting and took your hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. He knew you were nervous to meet his family despite his constant comforting words.

As the car pulled into the driveway of the Sturniolo family home, you felt your stomach turn. The boys quickly scrambled out of the car and you followed behind as Chris guided you into the house. The door opened and Mary Lou's excited face greeted you all. "My babies are home!" she squealed excitedly. Nick hugged his mom and then Matt before they both got distracted.

"Trevor!! C'mere buddy!!" you heard Matt yell.

Chris let go of your hand and hugged his mom tightly. "Hey Ma," he kissed her on the cheek and turned to you, "this is y/n." He gave you a reassuring smile and placed his hand on your lower back. Mary Lou gave you a warm smile and pulled you in for a hug.

"Oh, it's so nice to finally meet you, sweetheart!" she spoke sweetly. It was a relief to feel the warmth and welcoming vibes in the room. Chris smiled widely watching his two favorite women instantly having a connection. "I know you all have been traveling all day and it's late. Why don't you all get some rest?" Mary Lou suggested. Nick and Matt dispursed through the house and Chris led you to his childhood bedroom.

You giggled softly at the small bed, "Gonna be nice and cozy here, huh?" He chuckled setting your suitcases down in a corner on the floor. His hand wrapped around your waist.

"Guess we're going to have to be pretty close," he growled in your ear sending a shiver down your spine.

And that's how you ended up underneath Chris in his childhood twin bed as he rolled his hips into yours. His actions were careful and intentional as to prevent the old bed from creaking as much as possible. The silver chain around his neck dangled in your face but neither of you noticed. It may be cold outside but your bodies were heating up the room and each other. As Chris thrusted into you, your nails trailed scratches like artwork on his back. A slight change in angle caused Chris' tip to graze a special spot inside you. "Oh!" you gasped out a bit too loudly. His hand quickly covered your mouth and your eyes widened.

"Gotta keep quiet for me, hm? -fuck- We don't want anyone hearing you," he whispered in your ear with a smirk. His eyes locked into yours as whimpers escaped from beneath his hand. You were never known as the quiet type. Your eyes rolled back in your head as your stomach started to tighten. Chris removed his hand from your mouth and slithered it down in between your legs.

"Chris!" you gasped out, "I can't!" A moan left your lips cutting you off.

"Figure it out," he grumbled as his thumb worked on your clit. The pleasure you felt filled your body to the brim and you clung onto Chris biting down on his shoulder in an attempt to stifle your moans. A groan left Chris' mouth as he released with you, "Fuuuuck, there you go, ma." After he rode out both of your highs, he collapsed on top of you burying his head into your shoulder, peppering it with soft kisses as you both tried to catch your breath.

the next morning

You took a seat at the breakfast table next to Matt. "Morning," you smiled.

warnings: mentions of cheating, praising, unprotected p n v, getting caught.

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader (established relationship)

warnings: fluff, mentions of already occurred sēx, pain, kissing, sweet talk.

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you're in bed. it's 11am. you're tossing and turning, a sharp pain in your lower gut. the discomfort grows and grows to the point of waking you. you're laying on your tummy with your arms under your pillow.

you peel your eyes open and turn your head, seeing chris sleeping peacefully beside you, soft snores leaving his parted lips.

you feel an ache like no other between your legs, but not as if you're turned on. no. this is pain. your tummy aches a little under where you'd usually have period cramps. but you're not on your period.

your eyebrows furrow and you turn onto your back. you knew this would happen. last night, chris fucked you harder than he ever has before. it was like being drunk. you had the best night of your life, but you regret everything the morning after.

"fuck." you whisper, feeling the throbbing of your bruised cervix, legs sore and your pussy somehow still sensitive.

chris rubs his eyes, stirring awake slightly and putting a sleepy hand on your waist as he wakes up. he looks at you, blissfully unaware of your agony.

"mornin' baby." he gives you a lopsided smile, closing his eyes again from his sleep that's barely worn off. his thumb rubs small circles over your exposed skin of your hip.

"it hurts, c." you whine, your voice clearly miserable. his brow furrows.

"hurts?" he mirrors. "what hurts, ma? what'cha mean?" he questions, his hand now caressing your hip.

"everything." you sigh out. "i think you went too hard. y'know.. last night." your cheeks redden slightly, for some reason flustered from talking about your shenanigans last night.

he lets out a dry chuckle, his voice mumbly, crackly, and deep. you love his morning voice. "what, your pussy?" he laughs.

"well not just that. like.. everything, c. inside too." you breathe out.

he wraps both his arms around your waist, pulling your body toward him effortlessly. you bury your face in his neck and he mirrors your movement. one of his hands goes to your ass while the other stays secure on your waist. he gently runs his hand over the fabric of your pajama shorts. not in a pervy way. he's just comforting you.

you sigh against his neck. he plants soft kisses all over your neck, mumbling little "i love you"'s on it.

"i'm sorry, ma. i'm sorry you're hurt." he murmurs.

"s'okay. jus' feels like cramps, kinda." you say into his skin, trying to make him feel better.

he chuckles into your neck. he can't help but tease you a little bit. "this is exactly what i told matt. she'll feel it in the morning."

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WHEN BSF!CHRIS CAN'T KEEP HIS HANDS AND THOUGHTS OFF INEXPERIENCED!READER ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... grinding, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (don't do this!!), kissing ˚࿔ notes: i'd like to say beforehand this is a little further into their relationship! I'll add more background stuff later<33

chris was restless. he continued to toss and turn in your bed, finally settling on his side, one arm slung around you waist while gently tugging you closer to him, pressing your back flush against his chest while you were sleeping peacefully.

he tried to doze off, he really did. but sleep seemed like the furthest thing away when he laid there, listening to your soft breathing, as the only currently audible noise, feeling the way your chest rose and fell under his touch.

his mind was running a million miles an hour, and he couldn’t get it to stop. it was dirty, wrong thoughts—about you. his best friend since.. well, for as long as he could remember. it had become something more usual, but this time he couldn’t control it.