#bsf!chris

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡ 𝓗OW TO LIVE WITH A (NOT SO) SMALL PENIS

⤷ in which . . . your best friend chris doesn’t hesitate to show you how big he is, even when you doubt him on purpose.

⤷ warnings . . . smut, bsf!chris, bigdick!chris, size kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise and light degradation mix, nipple play, light humiliation kink, rough sex, hair tugging, teasing.

⤷ written by . . . . @/delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

ˇ ⋆ ╱ bsf!chris x needybsf!reader ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

content ୭ꪆ nsfw! smut, blowjob, oral (m receiving), pet names, freak chris, cursing

you bob your head up and down, pace steady, knees aching, saliva dripping down your chin. a sloppy beautiful mess. kneeling under the table. mouth stuffed with his cock. one hand placed delicately on his thigh, the other wrapped around what your mouth can’t take.

❛ shit, baby. ❜ chris groans, bringing one hand to the back of your head. tugging at the soft locks of hair. ❛ s’good. y’do that s’good. ❜ he grips your hair tighter, his eyes fluttering shut. the sensation of your tight, hot mouth making him see stars.

his head falls back against the headrest of his chair as you lift your head, tongue swirling around the tip. pink and swollen. your lips puffy. glossed over eyes focused on him. moaning around his length as his hips rut up, shoving himself further down your warm throat. ❛ shit, shit, shit. ❜ he hisses, using his tight grip on your hair to fuck your face.

you dig your nails into his thighs, letting him use you. doe eyes blinking up at him. ❛ fuck, angel. s’good. ❜ chris huffs, tightening his grip on you. scalp tingling. the dampness in your panties growing uncomfortable.

you let out a muffled noise as your nose comes in contact with his pelvis. his cock stuffed as far as can go. his hips stutter, breathing heavy.

❛ shit, shit, shit. ❜ he whines, thighs trembling. blowing his load down your throat. filling you up with his hot seed. you moan, swallowing every salty drop. eyes locked on his fucked out expression.

❛ fuck, angel. ❜ chris chuckles, smoothing your hair down, cupping your cheek. his cock falling out of your mouth with a pop. falling against his thigh.

he watches your thumb swipe across your lips, cock growing hard again as you scoop up the cum that slipped out of your mouth. sucking on your thumb with a smile. those sweet doe eyes of yours blinking up at your best friend.

❛ jus’ a needy girl, hm? ❜ chris caresses your face, touch so gentle. smiling down at you. smirking as you clench your thighs, squirming.

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ⓘ loads of suggestive jokes ⋆ friends with sexual tension.

|dryhumping, confession, cum in pants, hair pulling, kissing and oral(m! receiving).

It was eight o’clock. Nick had gone to bed, Matt was gaming again and Chris scrolled through his phone. This was a typical night for you guys, you would come over and Chris would just wanna have your presence around.

You close your eyes, deciding to lay across Chris’s bed. This was comforting for you, the smell of his cologne—so infused into his bedsheets and the softness of his dark covers. Your eye lids slowly felt heavy until Chris started to hover over you.

You could tell it was him due to the dangling of his chain, the way he was breathing and his hair starting to tickle your nose.

“Chris. Cmon man i’m trying to sleep.” You groaned as you opened your eyes to see a smiling Chris looking down at you.

Chris only smiled more as he leant down to hug you. The boy was clearly in some kind of mood, he only wanted to show extra affection if he was feeling generous—otherwise, you guys would be fighting like siblings.

“Wanna hug you. What can I not hug my best friend?” Chris’s breath was hot against your skin, his freckles were so pretty up close and his eyes—wait why were you thinking these things?

“Okay we can hug for like.” You check the time on your phone that read “8:45”

“For like two minutes.”

Chris happily nodded, his body was between your legs. You wore a two piece pajama suit, the shorts would get stuck in your ass—chris would tease you about this, and the shirt fit perfectly tight against your body.

“Mmm. I love hugging you so much.” Chris’s voice was basically groaning as he squeezed his arms around your upper body, while his lower body unintentionally moved up and down against yours.

You started to whimper as you felt Chris’s hard on. Being friends for this long—you never once saw Chris in this light nor have you guys talked about stuff like this. It was almost like a forbidden subject. There’s been times in the past however, where Chris has had to bring you a pad in the bathroom if Nick wasn’t home.

“Y/n you’re so comfy. Feel so good.” Chris placed a kissed to the side of your face. You blushed and hugged him closer. This was a new sensation you were feeling, why did it feel so good?

The way Chris would lean his bulge in more to your clit and just hold it there while talking, then go back to sliding it up and down against your folds—was he trying to get off on you?

“Chris okay that’s enough hugging—this is inappropriate.” Your voice comes out in a whimper as Chris bit his lips looking down at you. He didn’t say anything just stared into your eyes.

His eyes would slowly look over every detail that you had on your face. The way your lashes would blink rapidly if he moved a little too close to your clit, how your mouth stays slightly open but then closed as you try to not make any noise and the feeling of your hands pressing into his chest—trying to get him to stop.

“Do you really want me to stop?” Chris took his hand, started to rub your pussy through the shorts— until you broke.

“Chris, please-please—no this isn’t what best friends do.” You hold his hand away, your hips still trying to move towards it for some kind of pleasure.

“Y/n.” Chris put his head near your ear as his hips starting humping against your clothed pussy. The feeling of his dick on your body felt all too normal, too intimate—too right.

“You know I think of us as more than just friends.”

Your breath hitched—your mind reeled trying to process this information. Sure you had been starting to catch feelings for your best friend, but to have Chris dry humping you while confessing his feelings?? That’s something you would’ve never imagined.

“Chris, I feel the same way.” You stroked his hair—Chris stopped moving and looked into your eyes. The silent action of his face leaning in to kiss you was nerve wracking. He hovered his lips slightly above yours, his eyes asking for permission—and with a soft nod from you, he went for it.

You moaned into the kiss. This is something you’ve always wanted, always had dreams about. You didn’t know the exact date of when you caught feelings for him—but you knew that the feeling was mutual. Chris had been always giving signs to you, giving you his hoodie—spraying extra cologne on it because he knows you like his smell. Buying you stuffed animals—he would ask you what you guys should name it, then he called it your kid. Chris was a very giving person, whether it was with his words or body or even his eyes.

His eyes gave a lot to you. They always made sure to make contact with your own eyes, if you were speaking on something. They would scan the room for you—seeing if anyone you knew was gonna be at an event or even just to protect you.

Chris knew that he had been giving his all to you, slowly over time. In this moment as your bodies lay close together, he knew that it had all been for something. Chris started to insert his tongue inside of your mouth—the instant feeling of your jaw, making his hips jerk forward.

“Mmmhp. Chris—don’t stop.” You moaned. The softness of his back felt so riveting to you, your hands were moving up and down his back—going up to reach his neck. You loved the feeling of Chris’s manly build on yours. Not in a weird way, but knowing that Chris was such a man—an actual gentleman and someone who cared about you, made the butterflies in your belly dance.

“Gonna cum feeling your tight lil pussy.” Chris started to move faster. His thrusts against your body, now made the headboard hit the wall loudly. There was no nudity, only pure emotion.

He took short breaths to try and talk to you, but it was getting hard for him to even open his mouth. You grabbed the back of his head and started to kiss him again, his pink lips would pepper kisses all against your jaw and face. Your lips trailed a line down to his neck—you wanted to mark him.

“Chris I want you all to myself.”

You watched his eyes remain closed, he wasn’t even listening to you at this point. His dick was basically out—your pussy feeling every little detail.

“Chris.” You pulled his hair which made his head go back. He groaned and opened his eyes, still thrusting against you—with wide eyes and scrunched eyebrows, he waited for you to talk.

“Your mine okay? All mine.” You kept a hold on his hair. This was your way of saying that he wasn’t going anywhere and you didn’t want him to. Chris allowed this and also wanted it.

You knew he wasn’t the type of person to let anyone do anything to his person. He had given you complete control over him, he was unconditionally yours—in mind and now body.

“M’yours. I’ll always be yours.” Chris started to drool, his body was feeling so much pleasure as you would clench your legs around his waist-then unclench to make sure he felt good. You also felt good, his muscles were flexing at everything.

He let your hand squeeze and grab at them. You wanted to almost devour him. Chris was being so good to you, so good for you. You knew he had this big and tough guy persona but—all that had changed with a couple thrusts and hair pull.

“Fuck—Yea Chris—Mhm.”

You moaned out, your voice was whispering into Chris’s ears. His body felt shivers everytime you would talk—he wanted more.

“Mm—Am I doing good?”

Chris’s voice was almost on the verge of whimpering. He could feel the obvious wet spot from between your legs—his cock continued its journey of going up and down against your folds. He wanted to be inside of you, but he knew this wasn’t the time. He knew you weren’t ready for that.

“So so so good.”

You kissed his neck again, he would whimper everytime. You knew by this point that it was a sensitive area for him. Chris started sloppily kissing you—his drool getting on your neck and chest.

“Yeaaaa that’s it—be a good boy and fuck your best friend.”

Sounds of Chris’s headboard hanging against the wall—paired with the feeling of the cold metal of chain on your face, was enough to make you and him lose control.

“Uh uh uh—oh shit i’m gonna—.”

Chris started to become weak. His body wouldn’t stop thrusting forward if he wanted it too—the wetness on your clothed pussy only made the precum on the tip of his dick throb more.

With one final hump, he spilled his seed into his sweats. Chris was above your face—breathing heavily and drooling. He couldn’t stop it, as the drool dripped slowly onto your face and chest—he bit his lip and started humping you more.

“Mmmm-yea—yea-yea—Fuck your pussy feels so good.”

You let out a strained moaned, he wasn’t letting up on you. He wanted to hump you through your. own orgasm. Seeing the way the spit fell onto your face and body—he wanted it to be cum instead.

Chris quickly took out his dick—you wasted no time by putting it in your mouth and sucking. He threw his head back while one hand rested on the top of your head. You loved tasting his love—you cousin taste the cum still covering his cock as if it was a new ice cream you were trying.

“Mmmm fuck.”

You stopped sucking and pulled away for a second—taking off your shirt. When you leaned down to put him in your mouth again he instantly came.

“Oh fuuuuckkk.” Chris moaned. His hand kept your head on his cock—not moving an inch while you swallowed all of his cum.

After about a minute of slurping down the rest of Chris’s cum, he helped you put back on your shirt—not without kissing your tits first, then you laid back down on the bed.

Chris immediately snuggled up to you, his breathing was back to normal as you stroked his hair. He felt relieved and at peace that you guys were able to finally be open and honest with each other.

“I wanna make you my girlfriend.”

Your hand stopped loved and you looked down at him. His face was flushed red—his eyes were a pure blue and his hair was messily cute.

“Chris I would love to be your girlfriend.”

Chris smiled and kissed your belly. His arms were around your waist as he started to fall asleep.

Lowkey Chris gave sub!chris in this fic.

tag list:

♱ ⸝⸝ Friend!chris x Friend!reader ♱ content warnings ⸝⸝ smut ; unprotected pnv ; choking ; mirror usage ; hair pulling ; spanking ; and more! ♱ word count ⸝⸝ 1.3k ♱ keep in mind ⸝⸝ english isn’t my first language! ♱ summary ⸝⸝ You re-tell the events of chris seeing you without lashes to your bestie (with flashbacks)

﹙﹠﹚ ⊹    𓈒  bsf!chris && his angel in a quiet, fogged bathroom, chris watches you brush your teeth... soft gazes, unspoken love and a whispered promise ◌ ˖

✧ cw: emotional cheating, infidelity themes, jealousy, relationship tension

summary: you have a boyfriend. chris is just your friend. but he starts feeling like the one person you can’t stop thinking about. based on homewrecker by sombr.

✧ word count: 2.9k

✧ authors note: i have been so obsessed with this song i just had to write a little fic about it. idk if i wanna continue this or leave it here ill see how this does...also im like halfway done with my mechanic!matt fic so that will be coming soon!

the first time chris met your boyfriend, he smiled too politely.

that was what you remembered later.

not the handshake. not the introductions. not even the weird little tension you swore you imagined at the time.

just the smile.

tight around the edges. careful. controlled.

like he already knew something he didn’t want to know.

“heard a lot about you,” your boyfriend had said casually, arm slung around your shoulders while the three of you stood awkwardly in your apartment kitchen.

chris glanced down at where his hand rested against you before looking back up again.

“hopefully good things.”

his tone had been light.

but something about the way his eyes lingered made your stomach twist strangely. not butterflies exactly. something heavier than that. something that made you suddenly hyperaware of the space between all three of you.

you ignored it.

because there was nothing to notice.

chris was your friend. your boyfriend trusted him. and you loved your boyfriend.

so there was nothing to notice.

except suddenly chris was everywhere.

not literally.

just in the tiny spaces of your life that started feeling too full.

you’d look up from your phone and realize you were waiting for his texts first.

you’d say something stupid in a group setting and instinctively search for his reaction before anybody else’s.

you’d hear a song he liked while driving and immediately think about sending it to him before stopping yourself halfway through.

he noticed things no one ever did.

when you stopped wearing rings because your anxiety got bad again.

when your smile got fake halfway through parties. when you laughed a second too late at jokes because your mind was somewhere else entirely.

“you okay?”

he asked it constantly.

quietly.

never in front of people.

like he cared about preserving your dignity.

and maybe that should’ve been the first real warning sign.

because your boyfriend loved you loudly. openly. effortlessly.

but chris loved you carefully.

like he was trying very hard not to.

october came cold and rainy.

the kind of rain that soaked through hoodie sleeves and left the streets shining under streetlights.

you were at a party you didn’t even want to attend, sitting cross-legged on somebody’s kitchen counter while drunk strangers shoved past each other around you hard enough to jostle your knees.

music too loud.

air too warm.

cheap alcohol and wet jackets making the entire house smell damp.

your boyfriend had disappeared twenty minutes ago to play beer pong in the garage.

and chris…

chris stood across the kitchen talking to somebody, the sleeves of his blue sweater pushed up his forearms, curls still slightly damp from the rain outside.

you caught him looking at you.

just for a second.

but he looked away too slowly.

like he’d forgotten himself for a minute.

your chest tightened.

annoyingly.

you immediately grabbed your phone so you’d have something else to focus on.

a text came through two seconds later.

from him.

chris: you look miserable

you fought a smile instantly, pressing your lips together so nobody around you would notice.

you: maybe i am

your phone buzzed again while he still stood across the room pretending not to look at you.

chris: wanna leave?

your heartbeat stumbled hard enough you physically felt it.

you stared at the screen too long.

too long.

because it wasn’t a crazy question.

friends left parties together all the time.

except something about it felt loaded now. dangerous in a way neither of you had technically acknowledged yet.

before you could answer, your boyfriend reappeared beside you already tipsy, cheeks flushed pink from beer and cold weather.

“there you are,” he laughed, grabbing your thigh absentmindedly. “thought you ditched me.”

you smiled automatically.

the exact smile people expected from you.

but when you glanced back across the kitchen-

chris had already looked away

attention fixed very hard on a conversation he clearly wasn’t listening to anymore.

after that night, things got worse.

or better.

depending on how honest you wanted to be.

you and chris started existing in this horrible in-between space where everything sounded innocent unless you listened too carefully.

he’d call you late at night after fights with his brothers just to “talk.”

you’d sit in his car outside your apartment for an extra twenty minutes after he dropped you off because neither of you wanted the conversation to end.

sometimes the conversations barely even mattered. you’d just sit there while music played quietly through the speakers, headlights passing over the windshield in soft flashes of white and gold.

nothing happened.

that was the problem.

nothing happened, so neither of you could force yourselves to stop.

because if nobody crossed the line, then technically there wasn’t a line at all.

right?

wrong.

so painfully wrong.

it happened slowly enough that you didn’t realize you were falling into it until you already had.

until hearing his name made your stomach dip. until your mood started depending on whether or not he answered your texts. until your boyfriend kissed you and your immediate thought afterward was that chris would’ve noticed you were upset before you even had to say anything.

that realization made you physically nauseous.

like guilt settling sharp and heavy beneath your ribs.

you started pulling away after that.

answering slower. canceling plans. forcing distance between you and the thing growing quietly out of control.

chris noticed immediately.

of course he did.

he noticed everything.

“did i do something?”

the question came while you stood outside a convenience store at midnight, city lights reflecting wetly across the pavement after rain.

the parking lot smelled like gasoline and cold air. your breath fogged faintly every time you exhaled.

he’d driven you there because your car battery died.

again.

you kept your eyes on the soda machine glowing beside the entrance. “why would you think that?”

“because you haven’t looked at me properly in like two weeks.”

your throat tightened instantly.

he sounded more hurt than angry.

which somehow made it worse.

“i’ve just been busy.”

“bullshit.”

the word came out soft. tired.

not accusatory.

almost disappointed.

you finally looked at him then.

hood up against the cold.

hands shoved into pockets.

eyes fixed entirely on you like he’d been waiting for you to meet his gaze all night.

waiting. always waiting.

“chris…”

he laughed quietly before shaking his head.

“see? you do that now.”

“do what?”

“say my name like i’m about to ruin your life.”

your breath caught.

because the horrible thing was he already was.

november blurred by after that.

your relationship started cracking in tiny invisible places.

more arguments. more silence.

because mentally, emotionally, you kept drifting somewhere else.

toward someone else.

you hated yourself for it.

genuinely.

you stopped sleeping properly. stopped answering texts. started staring at ceilings at 3 a.m. feeling like the worst person alive.

and through all of it, chris never pushed.

that was what made it unbearable.

he never asked you to leave your boyfriend. never touched you inappropriately. never crossed the line physically.

he just looked at you like he already loved you and was trying not to.

the fire escape happened in december.

freezing cold. 2 a.m.

you’d shown up at his place after another fight you couldn’t even remember the cause of anymore.

your eyes still burned from frustration when he slid the window open the second he saw you standing out there.

“you’re gonna get hypothermia,” he muttered, helping you climb onto the fire escape.

“probably.”

he sat beside you anyway.

the metal beneath you felt icy through your jeans.

the city glowed below in blurry golds and reds, headlights moving through the streets like rivers of light.

somewhere far off, a siren echoed through the night before disappearing again.

for a while neither of you spoke.

your knees bumped accidentally.

neither of you moved away.

“are you happy?”

his voice was quiet enough to almost disappear into the wind.

you stared out at the streetlights.

“…i don’t know anymore.”

he nodded slowly like he expected that answer.

like part of him had been expecting it for months.

“does he make you feel loved?”

your chest ached instantly.

because the truthful answer was yes.

your boyfriend did love you.

that was the tragedy of it all..

“he tries,” you whispered.

chris looked down at his hands.

and for the first time since all of this started, you saw jealousy crack through his composure.

small. brief. but devastating.

“that’s not what i asked.”

silence.

cold air bit against your skin hard enough to sting.

you turned toward him slowly.

“why are you doing this to me?”

his eyes lifted immediately.

hurt flashing across his face so fast it almost looked panicked.

“doing what?”

“looking at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like you’re waiting for me to choose you.”

the words hung between you.

chris swallowed hard enough you could see it in his throat.

then he laughed quietly to himself, shaking his head once.

“i keep trying not to.”

that hurt more than if he denied it.

you looked away first.

of course you did.

because if you kept staring at him much longer, something irreversible was going to happen.

the wind pushed softly through his curls.

below you, headlights moved endlessly through the streets.

everything felt suspended somehow.

not real life.

“i don’t wanna be a homewrecker,” he admitted suddenly.

his voice sounded rough now.

honest in a way that made your chest physically ache.

“i know.”

“i mean it.” he rubbed his hands over his face tiredly. “i don’t wanna sit here and tell you your boyfriend sucks to try to end things between you guys. i don’t even think that’s fair.”

you stayed quiet.

because part of you had expected that he would do exactly that eventually.

the justification.

made up excuses.

some reason that would make this easier to survive.

but chris never did that.

instead he looked at you with this awful sincerity and said softly,

“i just know i can be better.”

your eyes burned instantly.

fuck.

you hated him for saying things like that.

because he sounded so sure.

so certain in a way that made your own confusion feel even worse.

“chris…”

“i know,” he cut in quickly. “i know how bad this sounds.”

his laugh this time was bitter. almost embarrassed with himself.

“but every time you leave, i feel sick for like an hour after.”

the confession settled heavily between you.

you could hear your own heartbeat now. 

loud and unsteady.

“nothing’s even happened,” you whispered.

“i know.”

“then why does it feel like we already did something wrong?”

his gaze met yours slowly.

and there it was again.

that unbearable softness.

“because emotionally?” he said quietly. “i think i’ve belonged to you for a while now.”

your breath caught so hard it almost hurt.

the city noise below suddenly felt very far away.

you looked at him.

really looked at him.

at the exhaustion under his eyes. the guilt.

the restraint stretched so thin between you both it was practically gone now.

and for one horrible second you wanted him to kiss you.

not hypothetically.

not eventually.

right then.

the realization hit so hard you stood up immediately.

chris looked startled.

“hey-”

“i should go home.”

home.

the word tasted awful now.

because both of you knew you meant your boyfriend.

the reminder visibly hurt him.

just slightly.

but enough.

still, he nodded immediately and stood too.

“yeah,” he said softly. “okay.”

he opened the window for you again.

you climbed halfway inside before stopping.

the room behind him glowed dim and warm compared to the freezing city air outside. his lamp cast soft gold light across the floor. everything about him suddenly felt painfully domestic. painfully safe.

for a second neither of you moved.

“i wish i met you first,” chris admitted quietly.

your chest nearly caved in.

because that was the thing neither of you ever said out loud.

if timing had been different, maybe none of this would’ve been wrong.

maybe loving him wouldn’t have felt so much like betrayal.

you looked down at your hands.

then back at him.

“goodnight, chris.”

he stared at you like he had a thousand things trapped behind his teeth.

but all he said was-

“text me when you get home.”

warnings: suggestive comments

more of this au here !!

one ✮ do you ever just-like stare at your titties *chuckles* in the mirror *laughs at what he’s about to say* like-wow i have got some great tits-because if i were a woman…whew

two ✩ do you want pizza cuz’ i want some pizza tell me if you want some pizza…lets go get some pizza pleaaase

three ✩ dude im so itchy *sighs* uhhgh-*groans and whines* this is so annoying…..*long sigh*…do you think the moon landing was fake?

four ✩ AAAH *screams*-im plugged to the-fuck MATT TURN IT DOWN—the period simulator-r—i think i am dy-FUCK-how do—do you guys do this?

five ✩ FUCK HER IN MY CHAIN, YOU CAN SEE ME IN THE NIGHT TOLD HER “BEND IT OVER” LET ME EAT IT WITH SOME ICE…*mumbles the rest of the song*….*silence* will you let me eat it with some ice? *dies laughing at his own comment*

six ✩ ok so *breath hitches* even though i would very much like it if i wouldn’t have to give it back but um*small laugh*…you left one of your bras here…did you walk out without one or..?

seven ✩ the cashier girl didn’t work out by the way-i just… *inhales sharply* dont know, i didn’t want to—so i stood her up *sighs*, i know i know i am an ass but at least i didn’t fuck and dip?

eight ✩*sniffles* dude-i just watched this-*chuckles between his tears* —this video of an old couple—this is so cute-i dont know why i am crying *laughs*

nine ✩ guess who i fucking saw today…hint? you’re going to scream and die *cackle*

ten ✩ i know you’re on your way over here to talk about what i said last night *sighs* i just-want you to know before we have this conversation-i can’t lose our friendship *breath hitches* so whatever happens just-just promise me nothing will change…also while you’re at the gas station can you pick me up some nerds ropes with the pepsi? thank you *kissing sound*

a/n: this was inspired by that one bf!matt series but i can’t find it so if you can please send it to me so i can link it !