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𝗗𝗢𝗡’𝗧 𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗜𝗧. 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗼

( bsf!chris x reader ) ⸝⸝ after drunkenly hooking up you make an agreement to never speak of it again, but that doesn’t seem to stop either of you from thinking about it.

〃 3.6k contains. mentions of sex under the influence, making out, eating pussy, unprotected sex

it was all a blur. from the party, to the after party at his house to then his room.

how you’d gotten down there was beyond you. did you start upstairs and move down? or had one of you lured the other into the secluded room?

god knows.

all you know is you’d woken up in his bed, eyes barely able to open as you took in your surroundings — and the naked man beside you.

at first you were completely frozen in shock, unable to comprehend a thing. but as your conscience began to return, so did the memories of the night before.

the way you’d kissed him whilst giggling about how you ‘shouldn’t be doing this’. the fact not stopping you from undressing him as he repeated the same thing back — only to kiss you with so much fever that the words lost all meaning.

it was a mess in your head from there, you remember the feeling of the sheets under you as you rolled around — and the fact that he’d made it his mission to touch every inch of your body with his mouth.

you remember sloppily sucking his cock, probably not to the best of your ability. but he had been too far gone to care, whimpering and whining at any and all touch.

there was no clear outline of what you’d done, or in what positions. but the fact you were both butt naked was enough to know you’d probably hit all the bases.

you snap out of your thoughts, the thoughtful frown lifting from your face as you watched chris groan — rolling over slightly before propping himself up with his elbow.

he was turned away from you, rubbing his eyes as he slowly woke up. “morning.” you mutter, voice slightly croaky in your dead pan tone.

his head immediately flips to you, eyebrows raising as he realises everything. “oh fuck.” he murmurs, his voice raspy.

“mmh, yeah.” you nod, holding the duvet up to cover your chest — the both of you completely spacing out in silence.

“do you… remember, anythin’?” he mumbles, his voice still groggy as his eyes never leave the spot they’d been staring at. you shake your head in response — also staring out. “not much.” you murmur.

he nods at that, finally snapping out of it a little as he sat up and ran his hands over his face. a small groan following. one that was either about the situation, or the hangover he was already feeling.

“did we uh…” he scratches the slight stubble on his jaw, his eyes fleeting over to yours. “have sex?” you question, giving him a look. “i think it’s pretty evident—“

he nods along, closing his eyes momentarily before interrupting you. “yeah, n-no i got that.” he sighs. “was askin’ if we used a condom.” he finally says.

your eyes go wide for a second, taken back by the question. fuck, you hadn’t even thought of that.

you don’t respond, turning to swing your legs off the bed as you collect a t-shirt from his floor and put it on. he watches as you get up, catching a glimpse of your bare ass.

his breath hitches slightly. was he even allowed to look? technically he’d seen it all right? or did the fact it was all a blur not constitute that he could look at you right now, very much half naked in front of him.

you don’t seem to care, finding your underwear across the room as you step into them. then you continue to search around the somewhat messy room — on the hunt for any sign that you’d used a condom. he shifts under the covers, brushing away the thoughts in his mind as he picked up his boxers from the floor — tugging them on before standing.

“ok, i’m assuming this is it.” you grimace, looking into the bin to find it. he walks over, looking in and nodding in confirmation.

“well, at least that’s uh… there.” he murmurs awkwardly, trying to find a small silver lining to the situation. you hum, turning on your heel to go back to the bed.

he sighs a little, scratching the back of his head as he makes his way to the bathroom — hesitating as he watches you go on your phone.

“umm-“ he clears his throat a little, your eyes fleeting up to him at the sound of his voice. “we uh, well where do we… stand?” he asks, his eyes jumping away as soon as the words come out.

“oh.” you mumble, unsure how to answer the question. “well… where do you wanna uh, stand?” you ask back, wanting to know his thoughts before revealing your own.

he swallows a little, shrugging. there was an obvious way to go about this, avoidance and lack of recognition of what you’d done.

he felt unsure about suggesting anything else, it felt too vulnerable and potentially detrimental.

“maybe we could just uh, forget about it.” he says, eyes now locked on yours to gauge your reaction.

your lips press together and you find yourself nodding, happy to abide by that and not over complicate everything. “yeah, sounds good. let’s just… not talk about it.” you sigh, eyebrows furrowing together in thought. “ever, y’know.”

his lips purse in the same way yours had, and he's nodding — ignoring the small urge he had to at least talk about what had happened.

but he pays no mind to the feeling, heading into his bathroom to shower.

like you’d agreed, neither of you spoke about it again. you hadn’t told anyone about it and you assumed he hadn’t either, considering the whole ‘forget about it’ thing you had going on.

despite how normal you were both acting about it, you couldn’t deny the small lingering thoughts in your mind — almost trying to remember the events that had occurred.

and you were beginning to think he was doing the same.

he'd catch your eyes from across the room, and no words needed to be exchanged for you to know what he was thinking. you didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered over your body, almost trying to think about what you’d looked like naked.

neither of you fully remembered what you’d done, and the curiosity was getting the better of you — causing you to try and fill in the gaps.

it was consuming your mind more than you’d like to admit, and you weren’t sure what exactly you were feeling. did you want to do it again? or were you just agitated by the memories you were robbed of?

it was always worst when it was just the two of you alone, the tension cutting through the both of you. small, meaningless conversation filled with intense eye contact.

it was times like these where you forgot how to act normal, the hook up becoming a crushing weight on your friendship.

stood against the counter, holding a glazed donut as he came in to get a drink. you were mid conversation with nick, chris not waiting a second to join in as he sipped on the can of pepsi.

the conversation was fine, nick carrying the bulk of it as you occasionally exchanged glances with chris — sensing the daunting tension between you.

and it only got worse as nick left, immediate silence casting between you and chris. an awkward one, as he sipped his pepsi and you ate your donut.

you were completely and utterly lost on what to say, all abilities to speak to him now out of the window. and the worst part was, there was absolutely no reassurance in the fact that he was clearly feeling the same way.

the both of you stuck, neither of you daring to try to come up with something to say. but then he does, your heart practically jumping out of your chest as his voice pierces through the silence.

“could i uh-“ he clears his throat, his voice cracking ever so slightly. “have one?” he asks, motioning over to the box of glazed donuts beside you.

“oh, yeah- um… here.” your motions are slightly off as you quickly grab the box, holding it out for him — mentally slapping yourself for how incredibly awkward you were being right now.

he nods a little, taking one out before walking over to the microwave. you frown a little, watching him as you continue to eat your own.

he stands against the counter, the only sound coming from the microwave as you finish off the donut you’d been eating. you hop onto the counter in the hopes of being more normal, swallowing your mouthful before deciding to just rip the bandaid off and speak.

“why are you microwaving it?” you ask, wiping your fingers off as you speak. he turns round, slightly surprised you’d chalked up a conversation — but nonetheless happy about it.

“it’s better when it’s warm.” he says as if it’s obvious, turning back around as the ‘ping’ goes off — carefully removing it. “makes the glaze better too.” he murmurs, mouth already full as he begins devouring it almost disgustingly.

you’re smiling at the sight, reminded of how easy it was to talk to chris and how much of just a friend he was. stood there shoving a donut down his throat like his life depended on it.

it was unattractive to be completely honest, but that was refreshing after the weeks of agony you’d had. picturing him with less clothes, all hot and bothered, what he must’ve looked like thrusting his cock deep—

“you wanna try?” he asks before swallowing the food in his mouth, completely snapping you out of the thoughts you’d just been having.

“uh yeah, sure.” you trail off, watching as he comes closer to you — holding it out in front of him for you to take a bite.

it’s weirdly intimate, and you know you shouldn’t have done it. but your eyes can’t help but meet his as you take a bite of the donut, the now melted glaze becoming messy on your lips.

he tries not to think too much about it, the way you’re looking up at him through your lashes. mouth stuffed full—

of course he can’t help the way his dick twitches at the sight, bringing a plethora of dirty images of you into his brain. all of which are scenarios he'd been thinking off for weeks now.

“it’s so messy.” you mumble, trying your hardest to eat it somewhat nicely as he pulls it away — a small grin on his face at the state of you.

“you got some-“ he motions towards his own face, trying to point out where the mess was, sighing deeply when you inevitably struggle to clean it off.

he reaches forward, his thumb brushing over the sticky glazing that was on the side of your lip. you watch as he then brings his thumb to his mouth, not a single sign of hesitation from him.

“chris!” you shriek, slightly shocked by how shamelessly he'd just done that. but he’s laughing, licking it off his thumb as he takes a few steps back — shrugging it off like it was nothing.

“that was weird.” you joke, rubbing the part of your face hed just cleaned — wiping off anymore that was there.

he shrugs again, looking over at you. and you can see a small gleam in his eyes, like he’s going to say something.

“it’s not even close to the shit we’ve done.” he mumbled quietly. you don’t even know how to react to that, it’s like hes opened a can of worms into the once innocent conversation you were having.

interrupting the friendly chat you’d been craving for weeks with a stupid comment like that. “jesus christ chris.” you whisper, rubbing your temple.

he chuckles, finishing off the mess of a donut in his hands. “what? are we jus’ not gonna talk about it.” he huffs jokingly, but you can hear the seriousness in his question.

“that’s what we agreed on, isn’t it?” you question, brows frowning as he just stands there like he hadn’t just brought this up out of nowhere.

weeks of nothing but awkwardness just for him to say it like this, like it wasn’t a big deal.

“well, yeah.” he shrugs, understanding however very adamant to not go back to that. “but like… we’re both thinking about it.” he mumbled out, eyes locked on your expression.

your eyebrows raise in shock, and you want to question him — tease him for admitting that he'd been thinking about it. but another part of you, a part that craved that feeling you’d had with him that night, wanted it to happen again.

“what makes you think i’m thinking about it?” you retort, nothing but flirtation in your tone. he scoffs at your response, moving a little closer to where you were sat on the counter.

“so you’re not?” he says back, matching your flirting in a way that made you melt. in a way that made you abandon all fronts of trying to act like you weren’t.

he smirks as you don’t respond, taking the silence as his answer. you roll your eyes, realising you’d fucked up by not responding. “i’m not like… thinking about it.” you elaborate, refusing to let him sit with the narrative that you’d just been fantasising about him. because you hadn’t exactly been doing that.

he nods a little, hands coming to rest on the counter either side of you. “so what have you been thinking about?” he questions with a teasing expression, a fake frown resting on his face.

you sigh, feeling your whole body grow hot at the way he was talking to you — imagining that that’s probably how he'd been speaking to you that night.

he lets out a small breath as you practically refuse to respond, his body moving to rest between your legs that open willingly for him. “m’curious.” he murmurs quietly, leaning forward to press his lips against your neck — and the simple touch is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. bringing goosebumps to your entire body.

“wanna know.” he whispers, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his breath scatters over your hot skin. you find yourself giving in for just a second, eyes closing as you take in the sensations in your body right now.

he smirks, lips returning to your skin as he begins to kiss all down your neck — sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin desperately. you get lost in the pleasure, pathetically grinding your hips forward for your clit to rub against the seam of your pyjama shorts.

but you can’t just do this again with him, fuck and slowly ruin the friendship as you inevitably decide to also not talk about this hook up.

“c-chris, we’re friends.” you stutter out, pulling back ever so slightly from his touch. “mmh, doesn't matter.” he groans into your neck, struggling to not continue the way he'd been devouring your skin.

“it does.” you sigh, eyes meeting his as he finally pulls back — pupils fully blown out in a way that made you want to shut up right now.

“you want me to stop?” he breathes out, begging you to say no with the way he's looking at you — so desperate for you the look makes your stomach twist.

so you slowly shake your head, watching as he takes a small breath. standing up straight as his fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts, tugging at them as you urges him to let you.

and you do, putting your weight on your arms as you lift your hips up — the shorts and your underwear getting pulled down, dropping on the floor beneath your feet.

the counter is cold on your ass as you sit back down, however you’re too focussed on chris dropping to his knees in front of you to even think about the feeling.

instead a rush of arousal passed through your entire body, looking down to see chris passing his tongue over your folds. it’s slow and torturous for a bit before hes sucking and licking at your clit.

the sudden stimulation making your legs shake, your hand reaching down to grip his hair. “mmh, fuck chris.” you breathe out, holding back from grinding yourself against his face.

“good?” he murmurs against your pussy, hand coming up to run over your thighs. you nod, shifting forward on the counter as he goes back to fluttering his tongue over your sensitive nerve. “fuuuck.”

every sound you make is only driving him to give you more — desperate to take in every part of you this time. your sounds, your taste, the way your body responds to him. he wants it all.

and you're giving it to him, fully surrendering yourself to the feeling of him eating you out — having thought about this for too long.

as you’re moaning and whining for more he finally comes up for air, kissing your inner thigh gently. “no… don’t stop.” you whisper, eyes still screwed shut as your hand remains in his hair — gripping the roots to pull him closer again.

he lets out a small huff at your neediness, standing up to be between your legs again — holding your lower back as he kisses your neck. “wanna fuck you so bad.” he groans into your neck, grinding his hard bulge against your core. the feeling driving you insane as you find yourself rutting against him, wanting to feel every inch of his dick through his pyjamas.

“please.” you beg, already pulling them down. he pulls away from your neck, tugging them down himself. your eyes linger on his dick in front of you, stood at full attention as he slowly runs his hand up and down the length.

“want this so bad.” you whine, feeling yourself practically pulse at just the thought. wanting to know what his dick felt like stretching at your walls, wanting to feel and remember every vein.

“you been thinkin’ about it?” he asks, grunting slightly as he begins to rub the tip through your folds — teasing the both of you. you nod, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“tell me.” he murmurs, allowing the head to slip in ever so slightly. you whine when you realise that’s all hes giving you, shaking your head in response. “c’mon… wanna fuck you right.”

you let out a small whine as he passes his tip back between your folds, refusing to give you what you want until you tell him.

despite how desperate he is to fuck you, you know he’ll hold this game up for longer than you can manage. so you find your mind fluttering back to all the things you’d thought about, everything you wished you could remember.

“want you to go deep — wanna feel your cock stretching me out.” you mumble, your body on fire from both the way he was teasing you and the embarrassment of saying it outloud — admitting to what you’d been fantasising about.

“fuck- you sound so good talkin’ like that.” he groans, already giving in as his cock pushes into you slowly — the both of you moaning at the feeling.

“g-god chris… fucking wish i remembered what- mghh.” you’re cut off by your own moans slipping away from you as he manages to bottom out — your wet slick allowing him to fill you up completely, just how you wanted.

“this what you wanted, huh?” he grunts, pulling his hips back before pushing back in again — building up the pace ever so quickly as his fingers dig into your hips.

“please- kiss me, something—“

he cuts you off, kissing you hard without a second thought. one hand coming up to thread through your hair as the other holds your lowers back — holding you still as he fucks into you.

it’s bad how much the kiss drives both of you closer to the edge so quickly, the feeling of his tongue along your bottom lip causing a stir in your stomach.

“gonna cum.” you moan into his mouth, the intimacy of it driving him absolutely mad as he feels his balls throb with need — desperate to feel you cum around him and squeeze his cock.

“fuck, please — wanna feel it.” he moans out, his hand detanfling from your hair as he brings it down. his fingers circling your clit at a fast pace, completing driving you over the edge unexpectedly.

“ooh… fuuck chris- yes, yes.” you’re moaning loudly as he continues to fuxk you hard, getting off on how you look and sound right now. your body shaking against his as your mouth hangs open so perfectly.

“shit- i’m fuck-“ he grunts, unable to do anything about the serge of heat running through his body — heading straight for his cock. he pulls out, hand wrapped around his length desperately as the feeling takes over.

you slump on the counter catching your breath as you hear him moan out, eyes opening ever so slightly to see him cum. white spurts coming out to land on your thigh as he holds himself up with his other arm against the counter.

“fuuuck.” he groans out, working himself through his orgasm as you watch in awe — so fucked out you can hardly think.

“fuck the friendship.” you breathe out, watching as his cum runs down to your inner thigh. “we’re doing that again.”

he huffs a little, his body practically collapsing onto yours as he struggles to keep himself up. the both of you sweating as you catch your breaths and fall into a comfortable silence — finally ridden of the tension that had been eating away at you.

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