giving bsf!chris a bubble bath after a nasty hockey match
error—tw: descriptions of injuries
“careful, you’re spillin’ that shit everywhere.” you chuckled, leaning back against the wall and admiring him.
his messy, wet hair that clung to the cut and bruised skin of his neck. the way his lips remained slightly parted, body engulfed by the white foam piled on the surface of the bath water.
he hummed, reaching out a drenched arm in your direction, whiny voice urging you to come closer. “come here, please.” you hesitated, you told yourself you were doing this as a friend. nothing else.
he’d caught some pretty nasty blows on the pitch an hour ago. Chris was always the first to defend a teammate during games. he was team captain.
you knew the exact moment he’d lost it, watching one of his players hit the ground hard after being hit in the ankle with a hockey stick. fury burned behind his eyes as he made his way over, shaking with adrenaline. you remembered it so clearly.
a hiss emerged from the other end of the room. “y/n please, it hurts. don’t make me beg.”
with a sigh, you stood up, slowly moving closer to Chris and hovering above him. swishing some of the foam to the side revealed the dark red line cutting clean across his torso.
dipping them into the water, feeling the heat slowly creep up your fingers, you pressed a hand to the irritated skin beneath the cut. Chris’ head fell back, biting his lip tight to suppress a pained whimper.
“dude messed you up bad, huh?” you teased, dragging a stray thumb down his ab muscles, caressing the boy’s soft, pale skin. Chris nodded, opening his eyes to find yours already staring back at him.
the two of you stayed like that for a prolonged moment. basking in the comfort each other’s gaze. you could tell Chris’ mind was drifting off when his sung grin became more prominent.
“what are you thinking about?”
“you. wet—” his hand climbed its way up your arm, other one reaching around your hip as he began to tug you down. “—with all your clothes on.”
“no. no—chris.” you were to weak to resist, before you knew it, you were laying on top of him, shorts soaked all the way through, white tank top glued to your skin, revealing everything that was happening underneath.
his plush pinks planted wet kisses all over your chest, humming with pleasure. you were worried your body weight was pressing down on his injuries. “Chris I don’t wanna hurt you—”
𐔌 file.an — comment a tongue emoji if you want part 2 ! thank you for all the love so far. and thank you to awake 2007 for inspiring this blurb. clay beresford >>> anakin skywalker (kill me)
