FANTASIZE part 1
bsfsbrother!chris stoner!chris
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 (coming soon)
this series contains ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ smut w plot, use of alcohol and drugs, toxicity, softdom!chris, softsub!reader, fingering, light choking, somewhat dry humping, p n v, clit stimulation, praise, degradation, kind of public, mutual masterbation, use of pet names, use of handcuffs (lmk if i missed anything)
word count ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 3k
⌗ lowercase intended
if you were anything, you were a daydreamer. it didn’t matter if you were in a barren desert landscape, you’d conjure up something in your mind to keep you entertained. you liked to think that it made the world interesting, and it’s not like it was doing any harm. except maybe when you got so lost in thought that you didn’t hear someone attempting to talk to you.
“hellooo are you there?” your bestfriend claire was waving at you, her palm inches away from your face.
you shook reality into your eyes and turned to look at her. she sighed in relief. “thought i lost you there”
“i’m here, i’m just…” you paused to look through the window, watching as people strolled on the campus below. “in my own world.”
“always,” claire began, “but let’s get back on track.” she was laying on her stomach in front of you, a notebook crowded with words and highlighted sections on the bed in between you both. she held a mechanical pencil in her hand, and was tapping the eraser on the paper restlessly.
“we’ve been at this for hours. can’t we take a break?” you asked, laying down on your side and propping yourself up with your elbow.
she groaned, shut the notebook, and reached over to place it on the side table.
you smiled in satisfaction, nuzzling to be in a more comfortable position on her bed. you took the silent moment to look around her small dorm room. despite having been in the room a multitude of times since the semester began, each time you found something new to remark on. maybe it was because you were so observant, or maybe it was because claire was the eclectic type, and was always filling her place with more trinkets and tapestries.
claire noticed you zoning out. “what you thinking about?”
“ugh gosh.” you reply. how could you explain that you were thinking about everything, all of the time?
“chris?” she asked, softly shoving your arm and giggling.
you and claire had gone to middle and highschool together. during that time you met matt, who quickly became a good friend to you both. eventually, you found out that matt was a triplet, and were introduced to his matching brothers, chris and nick. the boys graduated together, a year prior to you. they continued their education at a nearby college, to which you and claire also began attending after your own graduation. in spite of all the time you spent with matt, claire had always teased you about your longing stares towards his brother, chris. but chris was out of the picture, completely off limits. besides, you guys weren’t even acquaintances, let alone friends.
“do i have to reiterate myself again?” you scoffed.
“yeah yeah. he's so not your type” she mocked your previously said words playfully.
“he isn’t!” you tried to convince her, and yourself, that you believed what was coming out of your mouth.
“hey, i’m just saying, you take one brother, i’ll take the other. perfect two-man.” she laughed.
you forced a disgusted expression. “you’re sick.”
in reality, the thought was far from sick. it was invigorating, imagining yourself alongside chris. but you knew that it was just your mind being delusional, and that a future him was nonexistent.
“but like…” claire started, “you know chris is hot. why not go for him?”
you hesitated, trying to lasso a single thought. “i don’t know… he doesn't even pay attention to me… and like with matt and everything, i just can’t.” you stammered stupidly.
“is there someone else?”
“you would know if there was.” you spoke honestly. there was no one else. there had never been anyone else. just a longstanding, incessant, unrequited crush on your friends brother. great.
“well speaking of matt.. i invited him over.” she said, staring at you like she was trying to gauge your reaction.
your eyes lit up. “you did?”
“we haven’t seen him in like forever, i thought it would be nice. especially since we're all at the same campus now.”
at that sentence, a knock on the door drummed. claire practically jumped out of her place on the bed. she scurried to the door while you cleared off the remaining pencils and highlighters from the patterned duvet. she reached the handle, turning to you one last time before turning it. when she did, a familiar face stood in the door’s place. actually… two familiar faces. behind matt, a similar, but more brooding figure was leaning his side against the door frame. chris.
your eyes immediately magnetized to his as confusion spiraled in your brain. what was he doing here?
most people were under the impression that the triplets were a packaged deal, never one without the other. but the reality couldn’t be more opposite. in highschool the brothers always ran with different crowds. matt would hang around your group, nick on occasion would join, but chris never payed you guys any mind. he was always the type of kid that sat at the back of the classroom, or never showed up to school at all. it made having any type of interaction with him nearly impossible. there were days where you, with the frequent company of claire, would go to matt’s house to hang out. you three, plus a few other teens, made a decent sized friend group. you would all do the basic basement activities— videogames, eating, sometimes a little drinking if you were all up for it. but no matter what you were doing, no matter how exciting, chris never made himself available. he was always out, god knows where. and if he was home at the same time that you were over, you never so much as made eye contact with eachother. so, he stayed the classic “friends mysterious brother”. but the fact that you didn’t actually know him never stopped your mind from wandering.
“hi.” matt’s voice interrupted your rumination. realizing you had been staring at chris, you forced yourself to avert your gaze.
the saliva in your mouth had spontaneously dried up completely, leaving your mouth stuck closed.
“..matt, hi!” claire spoke, finally. her eyes darted over to the other brother. “and chris…it’s… good to see you!”
“i’m just here for the little caesar's,” chris said, his voice deep and velvety. you scoured your brain to try to remember if you had ever heard a voice as satisfying as his.
wait. little caesar’s?
you were so focused on chris that you hadn’t noticed the box that matt held in front of his chest. god, you hoped you didn’t always look so obscenely oblivious.
chris pushed himself off the frame from his side as claire gestured for the two boys to come inside. you straightened your posture and hopped off the raised dorm bed onto the ground. once matt set down the pizza on the bed, you did your regular routine of hugging him. claire did the same as you stood awkwardly in front of chris. you attempted not to stare at him for too long this time. you tried not to focus on the way his dark hair fell slightly over his eyes—or how his black sleeveless “pirate girl” shirt accentuated the muscles on his arms. shit.
you opened your mouth to speak, but the words caught in your throat. after trying again, you managed to get a broken sentence out. “i.. didn’t know you were coming” you spoke to chris, but when his response was merely forming a straight line with his lips, you turned back to matt. “actually i didn’t know either of you were.”
matt glanced at claire in confusion before responding, “a good surprise i hope?”
you laughed softly. “of course.”
the four of you settled down to eat from the pizza box. claire and matt were seated on the bed, while you and chris sat uncomfortably next to each other on the sofa across from them. well, you should say you assumed it was uncomfortable for chris. you however, were so lost in your own mind that you forgot to be uncomfortable. the space between both of your bodies was palpably small, and you wondered if he sat so close on purpose. you couldn’t help but gawk at chris’s veined hands as he folded a piece of pizza in half. he raised it to his mouth, his jawline perfectly chiseled as he chewed. his legs were spread apart as he sat, his hair was tussled, and every movement he did made you think things that you would never say aloud.
claire must have caught on to your studying of chris, because she cleared her throat. the sound jolted you out of your staring, and you looked at her. she made a not-so-subtle expression, darting her eyes between you and chris. you furrowed your brows and mouthed, “what?” her next words she spoke aloud.
“hey y/n can you come to the bathroom with me for a sec?”
you reluctantly got up and followed claire to her attached bathroom. you could’ve sworn you heard chris mumble something about ‘girls always going to the bathroom together’ as you walked away. once the door was closed, she brought her voice to an erratic whisper. if you could even call it a whisper. it more suited the title of loud breathy voice.
“you so totally want him!”
you cupped her mouth with your hand. “claire! shhhh! your walls are like paper thin!”
her mouth moved incessantly under your palm, so, gingerly, you removed your hand. thankfully she lowered her voice to an actual whisper.
“i saw you staring at him. don’t even deny it.”
“i was not.”
“don’t you lie to me.”
you folded your arms. “i have never hung out with him before! i was just… observing him.”
“no, i’ve seen you observe. you, my friend, were totally checking chris out.”
when you didn’t respond, she kept whispering.
“hey, we all like a bad boy. no shame.” she raised both her hands in front of her bust in surrender.
you scoffed. “he’s not a bad boy.”
claire looked at you like you were the most blind person alive.
you were growing anxious of the boys being left alone. you thought, for a second, that maybe you were anxious being away from chris, but you buried that thought as far away as possible. there was no way you needed to have your knee next to his or needed to be smelling his irresistible cologne. you just wanted another slice of pizza, that’s all.
when you and claire left the bathroom, you stared at the empty seat where chris had been sitting. for some reason unbeknownst to you, your heart dropped.
“yeah he dipped, sorry.” matt said.
you shrugged your shoulders as if chris’s absence meant nothing to you. “that’s cool.”
unfortunately, your body betrayed you and you sighed, frowning ever so softly. you sat on the empty couch, reached for a pizza slice, and bit the end while slouching.
“am i chopped liver?” matt spoke, interrupting your obvious sulking.
you corrected your expression, replacing your frown with a slight smile. “no no, i’m just thinking.”
he looked at you curiously, tilting his head. “about?”
you instinctively looked at the empty spot on the couch next to you but said nothing. you brought your gaze back to matt, who was raising one eyebrow.
he nudged claire and gestured towards you. “do you know what this is about?”
“my lips are sealed” she responded, miming zipping her lips up and throwing an imaginary key. but her knowing smirk somehow gave everything away.
you couldn’t keep it in any longer and let out an exaggerated groan. you melted deeper into the couch, still holding the half eaten piece of pizza.
matt questioned again. “am i missing something?”
“she sure is. or should i say missing someone.” claire hinted.
you shot her an evil look.
matt’s eyes widened in realization. “chris??”
“claire!” your glare still held as you scolded her.
you got up abruptly, desperate for the quickest way to get out of this god awful situation. “im gonna go… take out the trash.” take out the trash? you couldn’t think of a more aroma-friendly way to leave the room?
you clumsily beelined for the door before either of your friends could question your antics.
you were half way down the hall when you realized that you did not, in fact, bring the trash with you. all you had in your hand was the crust of your pizza slice. but there was absolutely no way you were going to go back to the dorm to be interviewed about your non-existent love life. you continued down the hall, your new mission being finding some fresh air. by the time you descended three staircases and made it outside, you were practically wheezing. you leaned your back against the cool brick of the building, bent to hold your knees, and panted. you made a mental note to get a gym membership. when your breathing finally leveled, you raised your head to look around. it was just your luck, the person that you saw.
to your left, chris was also leaning against the brick, but not nearly as desperately as you were. he held a cigarette in between two fingers and was lazily hitting it, staring straight at you.
you attempted to not look so out of breath. “chris! .. hey!”
he didn’t return your enthusiasm, but he did answer you this time.
“and what’re you doing?” god there was that voice again.
“i’m.. uh..” you looked around to find something to make up. you landed on your pizza crust, and held it up in your hand, waving it around stupidly. “i’m just throwing this away.”
“outside?”
“the trash inside was full?” you tried to make it sound like a statement, but it came out a question.
he squinted his eyes skeptically.
to your surprise, he got off the wall and stepped towards you, his cigarette hanging casually by his side. “what, you don’t eat your crust?”
you were confused by the question, despite it being straightforward. your mouth fell open to answer, but his body now next to you distracted you completely.
he outstretched his hand towards you, palm up, and made a beckoning motion with his fingers. the movement caused your knees to involuntarily go weak.
“don’t waste perfectly good food.” he spoke, reaching down to your hand to remove the crust. the feeling of his fingers grazing yours made you stiffen your posture even more. but luckily your grip on the bread loosened, allowing him to take it from you.
you regained your composure once his hand pulled away from your figure. you tried not to fixate too hard on the fact that that was the closest he had ever gotten to you. you also attempted to break the tension by saying the first thing that came to mind. “thank..you?”
chris let out a subtle huff of a laugh as he ripped a piece of the food with his canines. he lowered until he was sitting on the smooth sidewalk. you dragged your back along the wall to plop next to him. you held your knees to your chest before talking.
“cigarette?” you asked like a fool, while staring at what was obviously a cigarette in between his digits.
the side of his lip curled up as he nodded.
“can i take a hit?”
he turned his head towards you, blinking slowly. “absolutely not.”
you were knocked out of your evident admiration of him at his words. “what? why not?”
he blinked twice before answering. “kid, you don’t even eat your crust and you expect me to let you smoke?”
you straightened your legs on the pavement. “i’m a grown adult.”
he scoffed, and his mouth shaped into a perfectly crooked smile.
who was he to act like he was all high and mighty? like he was the adult in the situation and you were a stupid teenager?
“do you cut the crust off of your sandwiches too?” he chuckled mockingly, taking a drag of the tobacco.
you didn’t respond. instead you stared at the way his left hand fell right over his lap, any evidence of the crust gone. you silently traced the veins that snaked up his arms with your eyes. he’d never shared food with you before. did he eat your leftovers because he saw you as a sibling? or was it possible he was overthinking things as much as you were? his lackadaisical nature made it seem like he didn’t do a whole lot of over analyzing.
he caught your gaze, and you tore your eyes away from him, internally cursing yourself. you weren’t able to resist looking straight back at him, and you met contact again. you couldn’t help but admire the way his eyes could look so blue while feeling so piercing and dark. a playful look was plastered on his face, and he seemed to be oozing with confidence.
“you really want a hit?” he asked, still holding his focus on my now flushed face.
you nodded.
he just smiled coyly and brought the cigarette to his own mouth instead. you looked down at your shoes in dejection.
a second past before you felt cold hands touching your chin. chris lifted your head up to look at him, and took your face in his fingers to gently guide you forward towards him. he leaned in likewise, until his lips were close enough to yours that you could feel the heat radiating off his skin. your brain short circuited, unable to even think of doing anything besides exactly what he wanted of you. the intimate position brought about a warmth between your legs, giving you an overwhelming need to clamp your thighs together. you hoped he couldn’t hear the way your heart was hammering in your chest. he softly parted your lips with his fingers, and you weakly obliged, opening your mouth slightly as he did the same. smoke billowed out of his mouth and you inhaled, the vapour burning down your throat in slow motion. the bitter taste coated your tongue until the cloud was gone. he casually retreated backwards to lean in his respected spot, leaving you stunned and craving his touch.
a/n ☕️: this is a warmup. expect the next part to be more smut heavy!
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