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[sweetshuga]

Fantasize ✧ CS

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Contains! Strong language & suggestive remarks, basically smut if you put your imagination to work.

Word count. 0.7 k

Note. English is not my first language!

bsf!chris! Watching movies while waiting for Matt and Nick escalates to—?

Chris loved hanging out with you—to say the least.

You were fun to be around, beautiful and all in all a good company, and let’s just say he got distracted a bit too many times by the way your clothes clung to the curve of your ass.

He would mentally curse at himself each time for acting like a high schooler with raging hormones.

He knew you were off-limits, you were his and his brothers’ friend, after all, but your body was one that could turn heads.

How could he resist?

He always told himself that things would most likely get awkward between you two if you ever got to know about his fantasies—the ones where he imagined bending you over any surface and taking you from behind, seeing that ass recoil against his hips—

His thoughts were quickly cleared when you showed up knocking on his door, reluctantly, he stood up from his bed and opened his bedroom door.

"Hey," he breathed out, a small smile on his lips.

You chuckled softly in confusion at the sudden formality.

"Hello?" You cocked an eyebrow.

"So uh... What brings you to my room?" His eyes raked over your attire while you spoke, your words nothing more than a background sound as he admired your beauty.

"And so, Nick and Matt decided to go out—"

He noticed the stop in your voice and dragged his gaze back to your face. Only to find you looking at him, your expression unreadable.

"Did you even hear what I said?" You asked, more amused than annoyed.

"No- yeah, yeah... of course I heard you. You were talking about Nick and Matt leaving or sum’...."

He cursed internally at how nervously he said his words.

"Right... So I was just thinking if you would like to, uh, hang out? Dunno... Watch some movies until they come back with the food?"

He gulped softly at your suggestion, his Adam’s apple bobbing, a soft "yeah sure" is all he could utter out.

It had been solid 30 minutes since you two sat on the couch, a horror movie playing on the TV—per your request. A few opened bags of snacks sat on the coffee table, along with drinks.

A typical movie night.

His breath hitched when your arm accidentally brushed against his thigh when you reached for the snacks. Averting his gaze from your profile, he shifted in his seat, adjusting himself discreetly when he felt the familiar stirring in his sweats.

Excruciating minutes passed by like hours.

His gaze kept falling down to your lap where you idly played with the hem of your shorts, the sight adding to the turmoil in his mind.

Inhaling a deep shaky breath, he tried to focus on the jump scares and eeriness of the movie, hoping the fright will make his arousal dissipate.

To his dismay, it did absolutely nothing to help with the situation, his focused state only seemed to make him more aware of your proximity.

He noticed you tense and flinch at a particularly loud jump scare.

Chuckling softly, he pulled you closer. "You gettin’ scared? Even though you were the one that picked this movie ma—"

He paused, noticing how he accidentally talked like that to you of all people.

"Shit, didn’t mean to," he giggled nervously, eliciting a laugh from you.

"Yeah, no worries, I don’t mind it." You smiled before reaching forward to get a drink that was a little too far away on the coffee table.

His eyes immediately darted down—widening by a fraction when he took in the glimpse of your black sheer thongs peeking from under your shorts.

The heat in his lower region that had finally subsided growing once more.

You leaned back again, with the soda in hand, opening it and taking a big gulp, the sound audible to his ears and he couldn't take it anymore—that was his last straw, last shred of control snapping before his eyes.

Without a warning he bent you over the coffee table, hearing that gasp leaving your lips made his mind race.

"What are you doing Chris-" "Shh—relax ma..." He cut you off, his hands already fondling your plump cheeks, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh.

You didn’t stop him when he pulled down your shorts. Or when he took what he wanted right then and there with you bent over and slick with arousal.

You wanted it too, after all.

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Isa's notes. Sooo, what can I say? I'm a slut for a lil' oneshot. Also, for the first time I'm finally using like a third person pov of Chris and not the reader. Idk what that's called like it's not his point of view, whatever, you get it.

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