#fwb!chris

EXHIBITIONISM W/ @/FWB!CHRIS

𝓔𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲𝐛’𝐬 𝓚𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝒅𝒂𝒚 12

in which: chris can’t wait until you’re home from a halloween party, so he pulls you into a closet.

contents: pnv, exhibitionism (fear of getting caught), dom!chris, pet names, fingering, making out, creampie, praise, dirty talk +more…

fwb!chris x unbothered!reader

some new texts!

— ♡ west side . . . c.s

in which . . . chris proves to you you’re the only one he wants after you get upset about other girls being all over him.

warnings . . . smut, fwb!chris, dry humping, kissing, unprotected sex, pet names, dirty talk

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! :)

POSITIONS WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #10

you don’t mean to get jealous. you’re not usually the type. but when you saw her, standing way too close, fingers grazing his arm like she had any right to. something in your chest tightened. something warm and irrational and sharp. chris didn’t even touch her. didn’t say anything flirtatious. but he laughed at something she said, and for one second, it looked like she was the only person in the room.

and that’s what did it. now you’re curled up on the couch in the corner of his apartment, arms crossed over your chest, your face turned away every time he tries to catch your eye. he notices. of course he does. “you mad?” he asks quietly, stepping between your knees. you don’t answer right away. your jaw clenches. you keep your eyes trained on the floor, even as his hands ghost over your thighs.

“babe,” he murmurs, voice lower now. “look at me.” you don’t. not until his fingers gently grip your chin and tilt your face up. his eyes are soft. unreadable. but there’s a glint there, something dark. something that makes your breath stutter.“you really think i’d want anyone else?” he asks, just barely above a whisper. you try to roll your eyes, but it’s weak. “she was all over you.”

“and i wasn’t looking at her.”

you blink up at him, mouth parting slightly. he leans down, closer, hands sliding up your thighs as he cages you in with his body. “you don’t get it,” he says, voice raspier now. “i don’t see anyone but you.” you swallow hard. “prove it.” and that’s all it takes. his lips are on yours before you can take another breath, hot, claiming, full of something thick and wild. his hands grip your hips and he pulls you up, effortlessly guiding you onto his lap like he needs you there.

“you wanna act jealous?” he mutters against your mouth. “fine. i’ll remind you who you belong to.” your legs wrap around his waist as he settles back into the couch, and you straddle him, chest to chest. his fingers slide under your shirt, palms dragging up your sides, slow and hungry. he kisses you like he’s starved for it. like no one else has ever touched his lips but you. you grind down on him, hips rolling instinctively, and he lets out a breathy moan that makes your stomach twist. his hands go to your ass, squeezing firmly as he presses you down harder.

“right there,” he groans. “fuck, that’s it.” you pull back just enough to look at him, pupils blown wide, lips swollen. “tell me,” you whisper. “tell me i’m the only one.” he grabs the back of your neck, not rough, but firm, eyes locked to yours. “you’re the only one i think about,” he says lowly, voice like gravel. “the only one i dream about. you’re it for me. no one else.” you drag your hands through his hair, tugging lightly at the roots. he groans again, his hips twitching up into yours. you feel how hard he is beneath you. how desperate.

“then show me,” you breathe. “make me feel it.” he kisses you again, deeper this time, tongue sliding against yours like he’s trying to mark you from the inside out. his hands never stop moving, gripping, exploring, worshipping. like every curve of your body belongs to him. and tonight? it does. he leans in close, lips brushing your ear. “i want you to remember this the next time you get jealous,” he whispers. “no one else can make me feel the way you do. no one else gets this version of me.”you whimper when he rolls his hips up, creating that perfect friction. your body melts into his, every nerve alight, every thought wiped clean except for him. chris. chris. chris.

his mouth finds your neck, lips dragging down to the spot that makes your breath catch. you grind harder, chasing that edge, wanting to lose yourself in him completely. “say it again,” you gasp. he pulls back just enough to stare at you…wild, breathless, his. “you’re the only one i want. the only one i’ll ever want.” and then he kisses you like a promise, like forever. his lips are everywhere now, your mouth, your throat, your collarbone. and your legs tighten around his waist, body clinging to him like you’re afraid he’ll disappear.

“bed,” you whisper, breath shaky. he doesn’t answer with words. he just stands up, keeping you wrapped around him, hands under your thighs as he carries you across the room. your heart races with every step. the tension between your bodies, the heat of his skin under your fingertips, it’s all-consuming. he kicks the bedroom door open, barely bothering to shut it behind him before laying you down on the mattress. he follows immediately, covering your body with his, never breaking contact. “you still jealous?” he murmurs against your lips, voice dark, teasing.

you shake your head, eyes half-lidded. “i just want you to prove it.” he smirks, brushing your hair back from your face. “then don’t look away.” his fingers trail under your shirt again, and this time he takes his time pulling it off you, slow and smooth. your chest rises, anticipation crawling up your spine as he tosses it aside and just looks at you, like he’s never seen anything more perfect. he slowly grabs one of your boobs, squeezing and playing with it. “mine,” he says softly, but with so much weight it makes your stomach twist.

then his mouth is on your skin, kissing, biting, licking. he makes his way down your body, leaving heat in his wake, lips dragging over the soft curve of your chest, your ribs, your stomach. his hands roam with just as much intention, gripping and guiding, like he wants to memorize every inch of you with his palms. you’re breathless already. and he hasn’t even taken off your shorts yet. you arch into him, desperate for more friction, more proof, more him. and when your hands slide back into his hair, tugging the way you know he loves, he groans into your skin like he’s unraveling for you.

“i need to hear you,” he says, voice muffled as he trails kisses along your hip. “i need to know you feel this too.” you nod, biting your lip, letting your moans come out instead of stifling them. he pulls your shorts down slowly, kissing the inside of your thighs, eyes locked on yours the whole time. and when you whimper under his touch, when your hips shift with need, his smirk returns.

“no one else gets to see you like this,” he murmurs. “spread out. dripping. aching for me.”you can’t even form a response. you just reach for him, pulling him back up, crashing your mouth to his, needing to taste him again. he grinds against you, skin to skin now, and the heat between you is blinding. your hands roam wildly, his shoulders, his chest, his back, wanting to feel all of him, to take him in. and when he finally, finally slides inside you, it’s everything. full. deep. perfect. you gasp his name, head falling back, nails digging into his arms as he moves inside you with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips. like he’s savoring it. like he wants you to feel every second.

“you hear that?” he pants, lips brushing your ear. “the way your body sounds when i’m buried inside you? that’s mine. all of it.” you moan, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist, meeting his thrusts with your own. it’s messy now, needy and hot and soaked with the kind of passion that makes the rest of the world vanish. his lips find yours again, messy and desperate. “no one else could ever make me feel this way,” he growls. “you ruined me for anyone else.” you gasp, trembling beneath him. “say it,” he begs, voice breaking. “tell me i’m yours.”

“you are…you’re all mine..” you moan out. he kisses you hard, and when he finally falls apart inside you, moaning your name like a prayer, you go with him. bodies tangled, breaths ragged, hearts pounding. chris’s orgasm comes crashing down right after yours. you lay there after, bare skin against bare skin, tangled in sheets and each other, and breathless. his fingers brush through your hair. soft. slow. like he’s trying to calm the storm he just created. “no more getting jealous,” he says quietly. you smile, barely able to keep your eyes open. “no more other girls?” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “i don’t want anyone else. just the girl who makes me lose my mind every time she moans my name.” and tonight… he made damn sure you knew it.

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💌: i’m so so sorry this is so incredibly bad i was rushing

ꗃ ˖ ࣪ 𓂃 ✦ FWB!CHRIS X BAMBI!READER BREAKFAST AT BAMBI’S (nsfw)

you stood at the counter, waffles slowly baking, whisking your morning matcha, with some faye playing in the background. completely unaware of the effect you were having on chris, who wasn't even fully awake yet.

just following the scent of something sweet and warm from your guest room to the kitchen, rubbing a hand through his messy hair.

"damn," chris exhaled the words, barely above a murmur. "good morning to me, yeah?"

you nearly jumped out of your body as you turned to see chris standing in the middle of the kitchen, lazy smirk and eyes barely open.

your hand lies on your chest, feeling the fast heart beat, “oh my god, you scared the shit outta me.”

“what, m’not aloud to come out my room either?”

he walks closer to the counter with his usual sarcastic tone, referencing last night’s memory of going into a thirty minute debate on whether he could sleep in bed with you or not, obviously fucking not. you knew him long enough to peep the games he plays.

“no like i completely forgot you were here, thought you were an intruder or some shit,” you go back to whisking the matcha, actively trying to ignore the fact that chris now has you trapped between him and the counter, his hands on either side of you and head resting on your shoulder.

“you got zero survival skills then, could’ve easily took your ass down, that’s why you need me here baby.” his eyes traveled from the swirling drink to your body. he traced every curve with his eyes, practically salivating at the mouth.

“it’s way too early for that bullshit chris.”

“nobody’s bullshiting you, i gotta protect my girl at all times.”

as much as chris tried to be respectful and not piss you off this morning, he was done with holding himself back. he moves his hands from the counter to snaking them around your waist, pressing his boner against sheer material covering your ass.

you feel yourself cracking a smile so you tilt your head down— fully looking into the mug below, still ignoring but not pushing away. “my who, sorry?”

he didn’t give a response, his fingers slide under the edge of the lace trim on your top, scorching your skin with every move. you gasp softly feeling a mix of heat and adrenaline, not wanting to give in so quickly, sure you’ve kissed a few times and got a little touchy when on one’s around but you didn’t let it get further than that, that’s was until now.

his cool breathe makes the hairs on your neck stand up, you could tell he was hesitant about something the way his body stuttered and all you wanted was for him to do whatever he was thinking about.

and finally he does, head sinking in your neck, leaving long lingering kisses while his hands scrunched your shorts up your thighs. he bites down lightly and lets the sting fade into warmth, soothing the area with his tongue.

“mmph, chris” you whimper as he continues to nip at your neck.

he chuckles in response before grabbing you by the hips, using them to turn you around. his dark brows pulled together slightly, eyes locked in on you and head tilted a little. “y’liked that, huh?”

your soft giggle cracked through the tension, his ice blue eyes making nerves tingle in your chest. chris’ smirk spreads slow across his face before he’s gently holding your jaw, lifting it to meet you half way.

their lips collide like they’ve been kept apart for too long— his kiss deep and hungry, lips moving steady against yours, making your knees go weak. his hands slid lower— possessive, gripping and kneading your ass, invoking series of moans into his mouth.

he breaks away, a string of saliva pulling from your lips, toying with the waistband of your shorts. “can i take these off baby?”

you froze in place, hands still wrapped around his neck, faces just centimeters apart as the gears in your head turned. weighing the positive and negative, thinking back on your list of morals, wether you should let some guy you’ve know for three months go down on you, but he was so pretty.

and to be fair it wasn’t some random guy, it was chris. the guy who kept her company during slow shifts at the shop, who brought you food when you didn’t have time to step away from work, the guy who’d text you every night asking about your day or if you got home safely. in the short span of knowing him, he’s proven himself to be a good man— a good friend and you could ultimately say you trusted him.

you nodded your head with parted lips, like you were in awe with the man who stood before you.

“use your words sweet girl.”

you swallow the lump in your throat and at this point your breathing was manual. “yes..please.”

that’s all he wanted.

he kissed you once more before he’s messaging your breast, squeezing your waist then hooking his fingers at your waistband. he tugs your shorts down, teasingly placing open- mouthed kisses over your hips and inner thighs, running his large hands along the thick skin, causing you to jolt up.

he bends you over the counter, leaving kisses on each ass cheeks. “spread your legs f’me,” he instructs, just above a whisper.

your top half is laying across the counter while chris is crouching under you legs, hovering over your dripping wet mound as you basically sit on his face. his thumb toys with your clit, playing with the slick of your pussy before latching his lips onto it. a shaky moan slips past your lips, soft and drawn out.

chris fully dives deep into your pussy— tongue lapping at your juices, nose bumping against your clit like it was the button triggering broken moans that shoot from your throat.

your grinding your hips into his face, so needy for his mouth, and he’s gripping your fatty flesh, keeping you grounded in case you tried to get away and muffling groans at the taste of your nectar.

“mmmh—“

he was was so messy with it, barbaric even. sucking harshly on the bundles of nerves, drinking you in like a fountain as you over flowed in his mouth, juices and spit streaming down his neck, you biting your lip while whining through the overwhelming sensation, not feeling this type of pleasure in a while.

chris follows by inserting his fingers in your tight hole, making you gasp for air and throw your head back, feeling so full with just his thick callused fingers. he twists them in and out, coming up for air and letting out a more than satisfied grunts on your skin.

“fuck baby—” he licks a strip of your drenched cunt, “you’re so sweet f’me—” he licks another strip, “so pretty, so, so, fuckin pretty,” this time he suctions your clit, stretching it up before releasing it with a giggle.

“your perfect sweetheart.”

he buries himself in your puffy folds, shaking his head all around, slurping you up like it’s his last meal, smacking his lips on your pussy as if you were a true delicacy— you were in his eyes.

your an absolute mess, trembling in his firm hold and eyes watering up. “god, right there, right there,” you cried, voice high and needy hips jerking uncontrollably as you felt yourself dancing on the edge of your climax, pressure just threatening to snap.

“nugh, chris, chris, chris,” you hide your face in your arms, unraveling completely, body clenching and pulsing as you release your pleasure all over his face while he continues to lap it up.

“c’mon pretty you can do better than that.”

chris applies light slaps to your overstimulated cunt, looking for more out of you. squealing and squirming before juices squirt out of you drenching him from head to toe.

chris remained on his knees taking you in like art. wet lips parted, your dripping from his chin— his nose and his finger in his mouth, sucking you off.

you nearly collapse on the hard wood floor with him, legs feeling like jelly before chris catches you, carefully placing you down on his lap and pulling you in for another kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips.

“you’re fuckin incredible and you taste so good ma,” he slips in tongue in your mouth, swirling it around and rubbing your cheeks before you pull away.

“you smell that?” like clockwork the smoke alarm sounds, cause you guys to jump up being met with smoke coming from your waffle maker and spilled matcha pouring over the counter.

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please. .ᐟ not in the mood part 2

fwb!chris sturniolo x reader

summary: chris makes it up to you

warnings: swearing, smut at the end, oral (f recieving) fingering, biting, hair pulling, that's all i think LOL

author's note: idk chat, i dont fw it

wc: 2.3k

english is not my first language!

you left chris's that night, annoyed with how your night went. of course, you could've just told chris to stop, knowing you weren't in the mood to have sex, but you genuienly believed you could get there, and you just had too much on your mind to really get into it, so you kept trying. chris's reaction left you in disbelief at the lack of understanding and how he treated the situation, like it was a huge problem that he didn't get his relief that night.

purposely, you didn't text him back, letting him know that you were not too happy with his actions. you thought about apologizing, but you really didn't have to defend yourself for not getting horny, but for wanting to try. you went out that after leaving chris's place, drinking with friends to forget about your evening with chris, trying to have some fun. but no matter how much you laughed with your friends, dancing to the loud music, taking shot after shot, you still couldn't help but feel bad about the situation, telling yourself it was your fault even though it definetly wasn't.

you barely slept after getting home from the party, tossing and turning in bed, fighting the urge to text chris back. to your luck, the alcohol in your system helped you fall asleep after the few restless hours of overthinking. when you woke up, you decided to check your messages. you did last night too, you just didn't answer any of them.

the time on your phone read 5:27PM. you sighed when you read what chris had sent you, literally two minutes ago -

you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself when reading his texts. you've never seen chris act like that, blowing your phone up for a whole night, giving up when you didn't answer, then trying again the next day. what really surprised you was how desperate he was on trying to fix his mistake. in the whole four years you've known chris for, you have never seen that man wanting to make up for something he did, let alone beg for something.

you knew you shouldn't give in, you knew he was being unreasonable with you last night, but unfortunately, he meant too much to you to just cut off. it was a one time occurence, he always made sure you were comfortable with what was happening, whenever it was happening, so you thought his frustration last night deserved a hearing out. you sighed, rolling out of bed and typing out a message before sending it to him.

'omw'

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

you arrived at chris’s place shortly after you sent the text. the evening was settling in, the light outside dimming as the sun dipped behind the horizon. the street was quiet, and you stood in front of his front door. you got a little nervous, still not super happy about how things went, but you knocked anyway. chris opened the door, greeting you with a half-smile, he seemed unusually nervous but still trying to act casual. “hey,” he said, his voice low, not quite meeting your eyes. “thanks for coming over.”

“yeah, no problem,” you replied, stepping inside. “wasn't really planning on comin' over after... last night.” you gestured vaguely, not wanting to fully revisit what happened the night before. chris closed the door behind you and looked at the floor for a second. “i know,” he said quietly, taking a breath. “listen, i was an asshole, like for real. i shouldn't have said the things i said. i obviously know you can't control it and flip a switch to be horny whenever you need it. i was being a dick about it n' i'm sorry."

you sighed. last night had had honestly hurt your feelings a little, making you feel guilty for something you have no control over. it didn’t help that he was insistent when you tried to explain how you felt, telling you you wasted his time. the whole thing had been frustrating, but there was no denying that chris wasn’t usually like that, so you heard him out.

“it wasn’t just what you said,” you said, trying to explain again. “it was more that you weren’t hearing me, you know? i should've told you, yes, but i came over so we could fuck and all, so i wanted to keep trying and get in the mood... i dunno..” you tried to explain,

“i get it,” he said quickly, meeting your eyes now. “i wasn’t thinking about you—I was thinking about myself, and what i wanted. ’m sorry for that..."

him apologizing made this whole thing even more intense than it already was, surprising you. you didn't think he'd ever apologize for something when he was usually pretty careless about most things anyway, but you felt a little lighter just hearing him admit to his mistake, actually caring, which also surprised you. "it's okay. i just didn't like the way you spoke to me, made me feel like shit to be honest.."

chris nodded, his expression serious and surprisingly empathetic, like he really regretted his words and actions. “yeah.. i know.." he sighed. "i had a rough day, not gonna lie, and i let it out on you cause i was pissed. 's obviously not your fault, i was just being stupid."

you nodded, a small sigh leaving your lips. you really saw how he was trying, apologizing for what he'd done. it meant a lot to you. "can i make it up to you? i know theres nothin' i can really do to take the shit i said back or whatever... but can i try and make it up to you?" chris asked, his voice genuine.

you raised an eyebrow. “make it up to me?” you huffed out a chuckle, curious on where this was going. chris making something up to you? oh wow, he really meant it, he really was sorry.

“i was thinking we could go for a walk on the beach. sun's setting right now. i know you like that shit, so...” he said, a little less confident now when he heard what just came out of his mouth, but he really did want to make it up to you. fuck buddies or not, you guys were still friends after all.

you mulled it over for a second. part of you wanted to just keep things simple, not overanalyze it. “alright,” you said, your lips twitching into a small smile. “not goin' soft on me, are you?"

chris scoffs, a small smirk forming on his face at your words, "shut up, kid. don't make me take it back." you chuckled, grateful that the awkward tension was slowly slipping away.

his smirk faltered a little, clearing his throat. you noticed some slight nervousness in his gaze, tilting your head to the side, waiting for him to get out what else he wanted to say “we could... watch a movie together after. like when we're back. if you want to, of course. you don-"

"i'd love to." you cut him off, chuckling at his suggestion. he nodded, a little embarrassed but still amused. “okay.. okay, great."

you followed him outside, and the two of you walked in comfortable silence toward the beach, your steps slow and easy, like you’d done a hundred times before, just not with chris. it felt a little strange at first, that undercurrent of last night’s tension still lingering, but the evening air helped clear your head. the sky was painted with streaks of pink and orange, the waves crashing in the distance. it wasn’t the most perfect beach walk you’d ever had, but it was nice enough.

you walked a little further, the sand crunching beneath your feet. "y'know, i didn't think you'd apologize, let alone try to make up for it." you chuckled a litte, looking over at him "oh come on, i'm not a complete asshole. like, i know what i did was shitty, i wasn't jus' gonna leave it like that."

you nodded, another small chuckle leaving your lips. you kept walking in a comfortable silence before you heard chris sigh, “i really am sorry."

"i know, chris. it's okay. i really appriciate you doing this, and apologizing." you reassured him, seeing the way it took some weight off of his shoulders.

you took a deep breath, letting the ocean breeze wash over you. the conversation fell quiet as the two of you watched the sun set fully beneath the horizon. it was an easy moment—no pressure, no expectations, just the two of you standing there in the silence. you could tell that chris was really trying, and that meant something.

when the sun had set, the two of you headed back to his place. you walked in, throwing your phone down on the coffee table before plopping down on the couch. chris followed you, sitting down on the couch next to you, picking up the TV remote. "what you wanna watch?" you shrugged, not too sure yourself. "anything. as long as it's not some horribly scripted action movie." he nodded, huffing out a laugh. when he finally decided on a movie, he put the remote down, leaning back against the cushions next to you.

the movie started, but neither of you focused on what was playing on the screen. dramaric music and dialouge coming from the TV, but it seemed inaudible as your eyes were on his, drowining out everything around you. chris felt the same, but unlike your eyes, his didn't keep the eye contact up, his gaze darting down to your lips and you couldn't help but smirk a little. "we're not watching that movie, are we?" you rasied your eyebrows at him, his eyes meeting yours again as he shook his head. "fuck no."

before you knew it, his lips were on yours, capturing them in a hungry kiss. you pulled him closer to you, hands slipping under his t-shirt, your fingertips soft against his skin sending a shiver down his spine.

chris's hands roam your body, deepening the kiss as his tongue slips past your lips. you moan into the kiss, your hand sliding out from underneath his top, tugging at it. chris breaks the kiss when he feels your hands tug at the fabric, pulling it over his head quickly before his lips land on your neck, kissing and biting at the skin. your hands find his hair, tangling your fingers in it, tugging lightly. your back arches off of the couch when chris slowly kisses his way down your stomach, pushing your shirt up with his hand before he moved it up to squeeze your tit. good thing you were too lazy to put a bra on this morning...

chris's kisses and nibbles on your lower stomach, right above the waistband of your sweatpants were painfully teasing. you were definetly in the mood tonight, and you definetly didn't want to wait. "chris hurry up." you whined, your hand gripping his as it kept kneading your tit. chris smirked against your skin, his eyes darting up to meet yours. "impatient tonight, huh?" his hot breath against your skin as he spoke only made you needier. luckily, chris remoced his hand from where it was, sliding down your body. he pulled back, and you lifted your hips up for him as he tugged down your pants, your underwear following.

chris pushed your thighs apart, hands sliding up and down the flesh as his lips placed soft kisses up your inner thighs. he sucked on your skin, sinking his teeth into it before pulling back with a wet pop. "not gonna make me eat you out for twenty minutes and fake moan again, are you?" he joked, and despite the way his words made you feel last night, you found it funny. you scoffed out a laugh, rolling your eyes at his comment. "get to it or i'll go home and leave you here alone and hard again." chris chuckled, his eyes staying on yours as he buried his face between your thighs.

you sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of this tongue making immediate contact with your clit, circling it. "oh fuck.." you breathed out, your fingers tangling in his hair again, earning a groan from chris, sending vibrations trough you. he slipped two fingers into your wetness, curling them up. his tongue focused on your clit, licking, wrapping his lips around it and sucking until you're a mess of whimpers and moans, real moans.

hearing the real emotion behind your moans, how you were actually turned on and in pleasure encouraged chris, his tongue and fingers working on you skilfully, tongue lapping at your pussy while his fingers continuesly curled up to hit your sweet spot. your grip in his hair tightened, your moans coming out between gasps, growing closer to your orgasm faster than expected. "don't stop, fuck, please..." you gasped out, and chris groaned against you, reassuring you that he was nowhere near stopping.

you bit your lip, trying not to moan too loud as your orgasm washed over you, your thighs threatening to close around chris's head, but his hands held them apart before they could.

even after finally cumming, chris didn't stop. you tried to wiggle away, whining at the overstimulation of his tongue never slowing down, but even then, chris only kept going. his name left your lips in small gasps, tugging on his hair but he grabbed your wrists, pinning them down on each side of you on the couch, "didn't get to hear your pretty moans last night. cmon, give me more.." and he kept going...

even after offering him to suck his dick, let him fuck your mouth, whatever you two usually did, he didn't stop.

you were in for a long night.

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fwb!chris

21. Leo. Frat boy. Junior in college. Lacrosse. Toxic. Always partying at the house with the rest of the frat. Big on his family and close friends. Lil Skies. Yung Pleit. Pepsi. Vodka. Weed. Had his heart broke in high school became avoidant since. Became fwb with reader in early junior year in college.

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the night ends with you and chris laying on his bed, laughing like the old times.

you wake up next to him, peeling your eyes open to meet his. “you’re pretty when you sleep” he mumbles.

“creep” you murmur, sitting up on his bed. “hey we never really figured anything out last night, y’know, between us”

“oh yeah.” he says, sitting up as well. “well i don’t want to rush you into anything at all, we can go at whatever pace you’d like.”

“yeah, i think thats good. same goes for you, i want you to be comfortable as well.” you add.

“start slow?” he asks.

“you’re not gonna run away this time, right?”

“promise.”

you hold out your pinky just to be sure, and he makes it a pinky promise. the two of you sit together, basking in each others presence.

“chris i swear if you took my- oh hey” matt bursts in the room, his tone changing after seeing you.

you clear your throat. “hey matt”. matt walks in the room and starts looking on chris’ desk, despite his lack of words.

“yo matt what are you doing? do you need something?” chris asks, sitting at the edge of his bed.

“did you take my charger?” matt replies. the boys bicker as you lay on your back, tuning them out.

“okay, here. happy?” chris mumbles, throwing matt a charger. “very.” he responds, walking out the door.

chris lays back down with you, the two of you staring at the ceiling.

“so…maccas for breakfast?” you ask, turning to see his face. “hell yeah” he responds, the two of you immediately shooting up and getting dressed.

after you change out of your pyjamas you drive with chris to the nearest mcdonalds and order some breakfast.

you pull into a parking lot and enjoy your food. chris doesn’t say much, aside from the random and unnecessary brainrot.

“chris, i have an idea.” you speak up, clearing your throat. “okay” he motions for you to go on.

“what if we just started as friends but…with benefits?” you ask. “what do you mean by ‘benefits’?” he questions.

“well, we would be kind of like a couple but without a label. we would do couple-y things and be flirty but not actually be together.” you explain.

“yeah that works for me” he responds. you hum in agreement as the two of you finish your food and start to drive back to his.

chris has aux, and he was just playing his shitty rap music as always. “ugh chris c’mon. for once can we listen to something else?” you complain.

“jeez okay” he says, changing it to a frank ocean song. but not any song, no. white ferrari.

you sigh quietly, but keep driving nonetheless. once you arrive at his, you both try to decide what to do.

you settle on ‘how to lose a guy in 10 days’, only because it was your turn to pick.

the movie plays, but you can tell chris isn’t paying attention. you both sit at a respectful distance, but you slightly move closer to him.

he moves closer to you until you’re shoulder to shoulder. he wraps his arm around you as you lay your head on his chest. ‘much better’ you think to yourself.

you smile, knowing that you didn’t lose the love of your life.

tessa’s notes… so sorry for the delay:( a lot has been going on but i promiseee part 8 is much better than this, it’ll be out soon <3

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