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Hi I haven’t read your inexperienced reader x chris series yet but I plan on it! But I was wondering in the last chapter do they end up together

i don't explicitly say that they do but it is implied that something romantic starts between them !!

[urvampygf]

NO GOIN' BACK

( Bsf!Chris x Inexperienced!Reader )

Chris and Reader wake up entangled with each other, and a slow, sleepy morning after drives them even closer.

requested(ish) by: @hannahsturniolo

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 3.5

-`✮´- 1.6k

contains. flirting, kissing, showering together, fluffy fluffy fluff !

Chris’s arm is draped loosely over her waist, their bare bodies pressed together as they breathe in sync. Y/N stirs despite the darkness in the room, her body beginning to wake out of habit even without the light of morning.

Sleepy noises escape her throat as she shifts subtly against Chris’s warmth. Her eyes flutter open, and she tilts her head to look up at him, a faint smile pulling at her lips. His features are relaxed, peaceful. A quiet whine slips past his lips as he buries his face deeper into the pillow beneath him, still half-asleep.

Y/N tries to slip out from under his arm to do her morning routine, but Chris holds her in place with a firm wrap around her waist. He dips his head, pressing a soft kiss to her neck before nuzzling into the curve of it.

“M’not done with you yet,” he mumbles sleepily, his voice hoarse with exhaustion.

Y/N pushes off of him, squirming with playful resistance. “Chriiiiiss, I have to peee,” she whines through soft laughter, pretending to struggle against his hold.

Chris groans, loosening his grip before leaning back to meet her eyes. “Fine—’m comin’ with.”

Y/N blinks at him, brows raised. “…You’re gonna watch me piss?”

He smirks lazily. “Nah, jus' don’t wanna let go yet.”

She lightly taps his cheek to catch him off guard, then quickly shimmies out of his arms and darts to the bathroom.

“Hey—” Chris starts to protest, but he’s cut off by the click of the bathroom door.

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Chris waits all of two seconds after hearing the toilet flush before barging in, deciding for himself that she's had enough privacy.

Y/N startles as she washes her hands. “Jesus, Chris! You couldn’t wait like—two seconds?”

“Ya lucky I waited for you to finish pissin',” he shoots back smugly, walking past her to the toilet without a second thought.

She stills her hands under the faucet and side eyes him, brow furrowed. He lifts the seat, aims, and starts pissing like it’s a totally normal thing to do.

“Classy,” she mutters.

“My dick was already out, sooo,” responds lazily, finishing up like they do this every day.

After washing his hands, Chris grabs both of their toothbrushes, casually tossing hers over without a glance. She catches it without looking, reaching for the toothpaste on the counter.

Pissing in front of each other? Not exactly routine. But this? Brushing their teeth side by side, getting ready together—this was normal. The only notable difference now was the lack of clothes.

“Fuck—I needa shave,” Chris mumbles around the toothbrush, foam bubbling at the corners of his mouth as toothpaste drips down his face.

“Dude—say it, don’t spray it,” Y/N laughs, scrunching her nose in exaggerated disgust.

“Myeh myeh myeh, ‘say it, don’t spray it,’” Chris mocks in a sing-song voice, not sparing her a glance. “I let my best friend fuck me, myeh myeh,” he adds, tearing into her without mercy.

Y/N’s jaw drops. She lets out a dry laugh, then turns away from him with a shake of her head. “Well, I’m usin' all your hot water,” she calls over her shoulder, stepping into his shower and shutting the glass door.

Chris spits the toothpaste into the sink, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then rushes to swing open the shower door before she can turn the water on.

“Chris—?”

“I needa shower too,” he says flatly—as if he wasn't being intentionally annoying.

“Yeah… sure, whatever you say,” Y/N mutters, her brow raised in obvious disbelief as she turns the water on, stepping out of the way of the stream.

Chris gets blasted with cold water, stood directly under the shower head.

“Holy fuck, that’s cold!” he yelps, flinching hard and stumbling into Y/N.

She giggles at his misfortune, looping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. It’s slow and sweet, their bodies still heavy with sleep, lips moving like they’ve got all the time in the world.

Chris’s hand slides down her waist, pausing to give her ass a playful squeeze. Y/N yelps into the kiss, then pulls back to glare at him.

“I’m too sore, Chris.”

“Sore?” he echoes with mock confusion. "Coulda guessed from the limp.”

She smacks the back of his head with a huff, grabbing the shampoo bottle like she’s had enough of his bullshit.

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They spend about ten minutes in the shower, taking turns washing each other’s hair and poking at one another. Chris makes a point to be as irritating as possible—holding the body wash out of reach, squishing her cheeks as she pouts, and getting way too handsy for it to be considered “friendly banter.”

Now wrapped in towels and standing at the sink, Chris grins with amusement as Y/N twists her hair up and tucks it into a makeshift turban.

“You look stupid as fuck.”

“It’s just easier to do it like this! It stays out of the way,” she defends, scoffing as she reaches for his face wash on the counter.

Chris hums in response, tone laced with disbelief—even though there’s really nothing to doubt.

“You need to invest in some skincare,” Y/N mutters, massaging cleanser into her face.

“I have moisturizer. That not enough for you?”

“No.” She replies flatly as she leans down to rinse off the lather. “Go get dressed, I’ll be out in a sec.”

Chris huffs like a kid sent to his room, dragging his feet exaggeratedly as he trudges out of the bathroom.

A couple minutes pass, and Chris is already growing impatient.

“Hurry uppppp,” he whines, throwing his head back just as she steps out of the bathroom, her wet hair now free from the towel.

“Jesus, you’re clingy,” she teases.

Before he can defend himself, she cuts in again. “I needa borrow clothes. I feel weird wearing the same shit from yesterday.”

“Just say you want more Freshlove, it’s okay—I get it,” he teases, a stupidly smug look on his face.

Every time she comes over, she ends up leaving with another piece from his brand—whether it’s a color she didn’t have yet or one of the trial hoodies he always has one too many of.

Y/N rolls her eyes and lets the towel drop. Just a couple weeks ago, she would’ve hesitated to be in a bikini in front of him. But now that he’s seen every inch of her, she doesn’t really care to cover up anymore.

“Believe what you wanna believe,” she responds, strolling over to his closet and digging through the cardboard box of Freshlove mishaps and extras.

"Hurry up, i'm hungry," Chris urges as he grabs both of their phones from his nightstand, pocketing them so she doesn't forget. "Relax, relax, i'm hurryin'."

She lifts a hoodie and a pair of shorts from the box. “Since when did ya make shorts?” she asks, holding them up to her hips to guesstimate the fit.

“Since summer’s rollin’ 'round,” Chris shrugs. “Figured sweatpants ain't exactly ideal in the heat.”

“Hm. Well, just a tip—make them lower-waisted next time,” she says, slipping them on and folding over the waistband to sit lower on her hips. As a low-rise girl, she’s always hated mid-rise—somehow less flattering than high and way more uncomfortable.

“Noted,” he says, turning on his heel and heading upstairs to the main floor of the house he shares with his brothers. Y/N pulls the hoodie over her head and fixes the hood.

She follows Chris upstairs, tugging at the neck of the oversized hoodie as she steps into the living room—freezing when she spots Nick and Matt. Both of them are sat on the couch, arms crossed, wearing matching tired, fed-up expressions.

“Thin walls, man.” Matt states flatly, the annoyance in his voice just barely masking just how amusing he actually finds this.

“Uh huh,” Chris replies like he doesn't care enough to acknowledge it, already halfway to the fridge to grab his morning Pepsi.

He’s clearly amused. Y/N, on the other hand, is absolutely mortified. Her face burns hot as she stares anywhere but at Matt or Nick, silently hoping for the moment to pass.

“You want somethin' to eat? I’m makin’ breakfast,” Chris questions as he digs through the fridge, grabbing a carton of eggs and package of bacon.

“Um… sure,” she replies, her voice soft. She shifts her weight awkwardly, eyes flicking to the side as she avoids the boys’ lingering stares.

Y/N bites her lip, standing stiff in the middle of the kitchen. She’s never felt awkward around the boys, and especially not shy; but now, with both of them staring at her like they know what happened (which they do), it's hard to not be.

She shuffles over to Chris as he rummages through the cabinets, searching for a frying pan. He notices her immediately, closing the cabinet and pulling her in by the hip. His hand slides beneath the oversized hoodie, gliding slowly over the curve of her side in a quiet, comforting gesture.

Chris turns to face her, his hand lingering at her waist. “You good?” he asks, scanning her expression with furrowed brows.

She gives a small nod and hums in response, eyes unintentionally flicking toward the living room.

“Let ’em be annoyed,” he shrugs, dismissing his brothers' grouchy attitudes. “They’ll get over it.”

He hooks his arms around her and pulls her close, resting his cheek against the top of her head.

“Ya better get used to this,” he mumbles into her hair, voice soft with certainty. “’Cause I ain't lettin’ you go anywhere.”

a/n: okie, THIS is the last and FINAL part of my bsf!chris x inexperienced!reader series😭 i was gonna leave it at that little cliff hanger, but this short lil morning after blurb was requested so i figured why not!! thx for reading cuties !!

dividers: all me!! feel free to use, they're just lines and emoticons after all, nothin fancy😭

taglist!!: @jjmaybankswifes-blog @courta13 @sophand4n4

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aww thank you love🥰🥰

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UNFINISHED BUSINESS

( Bsf!Chris x Inexperienced!Reader )

after getting interrupted by Matt and Nick before they could go all the way, Reader and Chris find a way to continue where they left off, pushing the finally boundary.

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 3.5

-`✮´- 5.9k

contains. tension, pining, flirting, teasing, making out, fingering, protected p in v. getting caught?

Chris's hair was still messy, face lightly flushed like he just jogged a mile. His brothers noticed, but neither of them cared enough to ask.

No matter how hard she tried, Y/N's eyes always found their way back to him, like her body hadn’t caught up to the part where they stopped.

Just forty minutes ago, his jaw had gone slack. Eyebrows drawn tight. So lost in the pleasure she gave him, he didn’t even care how he looked.

That image kept replaying—over and over again—burned into her mind. She couldn't stop thinking about him.

Ever the clueless motherfucker, he was sprawled on the couch, hand casually half-down his sweatpants, lazily scrolling through his socials like he wasn’t a living reminder of what they left hanging. He was totally oblivious to what the sight of him did to her.

“I’m fuckin’ tired…” Matt mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he stood up and stretched.

“Kid, it’s only ten,” Chris said, looking up at him with a confused squint.

Matt didn’t bother responding—just shuffled off to his room without another word.

Chris glanced over at Nick, who offered a lazy shrug. “He was whinin’ about bein’ tired the entire fucking car ride.”

Chris scoffed under his breath, shaking his head.

A beat of silence settled over the three of them—awkward for two, unnoticed by one.

Nick stayed glued to his phone, scrolling through TikTok comments without a clue.

Chris’s eyes drifted to Y/N. His hand slid down to his thigh, rubbing awkwardly over the fabric with his palms like he's trying to think up something to say.

“Can we do something? The silence is killing me,” Y/N said, her voice a little smaller than usual.

“Whaddaya wanna do? Watch a movie? Watch RuPaul?..” Nick offered, muttering the last part like he was trying to hide it under the rest.

Chris groaned, throwing his head back and dragging his palms over his face. “We’re not watching RuPaul.”

He didn’t realize it, but the way his neck stretched, the low whine in his voice, the way his shirt rode up just a little—none of it was helping Y/N keep her mind clean.

Her eyes darted quickly away, like that would help.

“Well, fuck me then! I’m just throwin’ shit out there!” Nick exclaimed, flailing his arms toward Chris like he was shooing off a particularly annoying bug.

Y/N bit back a grin, an idea forming. “We could watch a show…” she offered, mimicking Nick’s mutter and smiling to herself.

“What show?” Chris asked, finally dropping his head to look at her. His arms sprawled across the back of the couch.

She just wiggles her eyebrows with a smile.

Chris narrowed his eyes. “If you say Supernatural—so help me God.”

“Whaaaat? It’s a good show!”

“You literally only watch it ‘cause you think Jared Padalecki is hot.”

Nick snorted, shaking his head at them like they were kids on a sugar high.

“Okay, yeah, that’s why I started, but I stayed 'cause the plot.”

“The plot being the six-foot-four star of the show? Yeah, okay—sure,” Chris shot back, his tone full of mock annoyance.

Nick stood with a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he headed toward the kitchen. “I’ll get the popcorn.”

“Why do you know his exact height, weirdo?” Y/N teased, eyes narrowing with a grin.

Chris pushed off the couch without warning, moving to sit beside her—closer than necessary.

She barely had time to react, assuming he was just annoyed enough to want to argue at arm’s reach.

But really, he’d just been waiting for a reason to be near her again.

“Just one measly google search’ll tell ya,” he muttered, voice lower now, tone shifting between them.

Y/N swallowed, nervously looking off to the side, attempting to escape his proximity.

Chris knows he’s got her now.

A slow, proud grin creeps onto his face as he leans in just enough to make her nervous.

He nods toward her, squinting his eye just a bit.

“What’d you mean earlier?” he asks, tone light but undeniably loaded. “Ya said, ‘you will.’ I will what, hm?”

Y/N’s breath hitches.

“I–… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she mumbled, eyes falling to his pink lips before she could stop herself.

Chris’s grin only widened. He gave a single, smug nod before leaning back against the couch, arms spread lazily like he knew he won.

“Sure ya don’t.”

“YOU WANT BUTTER ON THE POPCORN?” Nick shouted from the kitchen, his voice trying—and failing—to rise above the microwave.

The tension between them shattered instantly.

Both of them burst into stifled laughter, hands flying up to cover their mouths as their heads drop, shoulders shaking.

“Sure!” Chris called back, his voice cracking with the effort of holding it together.

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Chris slouched into the couch cushion beside her, arms crossed like it physically pained him to give in.

“One episode,” he grumbled. “This is gonna be so dumb.”

Chris and Nick sat on either side of Y/N, the three of them squished together on the couch, the TV casting a faint blue glow across their faces.

“You’ll survive,” Y/N said with a triumphant grin, unable to hide her satisfaction as she pressed play.

Chris behaved for the first twenty minutes of the episode—arms crossed, head tilted back, only occasionally rolling his eyes. But when he noticed both Nick and Y/N were fully absorbed in the screen, he decided to push his luck.

Under the blanket draped across their laps, his hand drifted toward Y/N’s thigh—slow and casual, like he wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary.

She didn’t react.

So he let it creep higher, fingertips tracing slow, lazy circles into her skin.

Y/N’s breathing faltered—soft and shaky. Her eyes flicked over to him for half a second before snapping back to the screen, her posture straightening just enough to give her away.

Chris smirked, but said nothing. His gaze was still fixed on the TV, although he wasn't pretending to pay attention anymore.

Y/N darts her eyes between the brothers, heart pounding as she checked whether Nick had noticed what Chris was doing under the blanket. He hadn’t.

Hesitantly, she slowly spread her legs, just enough to make room for his touch. Her upper body stayed rigid, jaw tight and shoulders tense.

She didn’t dare look at Chris. She couldn’t. The embarrassment forced a heat to her cheeks. All she could do was stare at the screen, pretending she was still following the plot.

Y/N kept her composure—even as his fingers toyed with the waistband of her shorts, slow and unhurried. She glanced over at him, trying to be subtle.

He didn’t meet her gaze. Just sat there, eyes on the screen, that stupid fucking smile playing on his lips like he was proud of himself.

Her heart rate quickened. He was enjoying this—way too much.

His hand slipped beneath her shorts, warm fingers brushing against bare skin. Y/N let out a soft gasp before she could stop herself.

Somehow, Nick didn’t notice.

But Chris did.

Without missing a beat, his fingers kept moving slowly, deliberately. His eyes never left the screen, but that cocky, barely-there smile remained.

Y/N pressed her thighs together instinctively, her breath hitching again. Her face burned, but she didn’t stop him.

“Ugh, I’m so fucking tired. I’m sorry, Y/N, I gotta stop—I’m like passin’ out over here.”

Nick’s voice cut through the quiet, causing Chris to flinch, quickly pulling his hand from her panties. He let it rest casually on her thigh, trying not to draw attention.

Y/N could hear him sigh, soft and irritated. She watched him shift his hips, subtly adjusting himself.

“Aww… you can't thug it out for ten more minutes?” she teased, giving Nick a mock pout—like that was what she was upset about.

“Maybe we can finish it tomorrow?” Nick mumbled, already heading upstairs.

“Okay, we can do that,” Y/N replied softly, forcing a small smile even though her excitement was clearly lost on the room.

She watched him disappear down the hall, her shoulders slumping slightly.

“I’ve been tryna get y’all to watch this fuckin’ show with me for months…” Y/N murmured, not exactly sad—just tired.

Chris blinked slowly, then tilted his head toward her. “M’sorry. Wanna finish the episode?”

He finally looked at her. Really looked.

His eyes were soft, apologetic in a way that made her heart flutter.

She shrugged, lips twitching into a faint smile. “You’ll just complain the whole time.”

“Maybe,” he muttered, nudging her leg with his knee. “But I’ll still watch it.”

“…Will you?” Y/N asks, voice barely above a whisper, eyes lifting to meet his.

“Me and you both know we’re not gonna actually watch it.”

It wasn’t a flirty line, more of a statement.

Chris’s gaze lingered, squinting subtly as her processed her words.

“You wanna elaborate on that?” he asked, lips tugging into a grin, though his voice was quieter than usual.

He turned to fully face her now, knee brushing hers beneath the blanket—teasing, sure, but the care in his expression is evident.

“Chris…”

Y/N searches his eyes, trying to force him to see it. She's too nervous to say it aloud.

He blinks slowly, like he’s gathering the courage to meet her there.

Then he moves to hold her hand in his; the touch sweet and warm.

“Yes?..” he murmurs, eyes locked on hers, his voice quieter than it’s been all night.

Y/N’s eyes fixate on his pink, pouty lips, like she can't keep them off of him.

Chris catches on, a knowing grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Slowly, his hand slides to rest on her waist.

This pulls her attention back up to his face.

“Whaddaya want, hm?” He teases, his voice condescendingly sweet; he knows what he's doing.

She shifts uncomfortably, sighing and glancing away as if to escape his gaze. But her quiet, hesitant voice betrays her.

“You already know…”

Chris tilts his head, eyes scanning her face as he studies every flicker of hesitation. He leans closer and whispers,

“Yeah… but I wanna hear you say it.”

His lips graze her neck, that toothy grin never leaving his face. He presses a gentle kiss to her skin, pulling her closer by the waist.

Y/N’s eyes flutter shut, her fingers instinctively burying themselves in his soft, chocolate hair.

“C’mon… tell me.” His voice is low, a playful taunt that makes her pulse race, his lips trailing up to her jaw.

“F-fuck Chris—.. not fair…” Y/N whispers breathlessly, tilting her head back slightly as if trying to escape the tension without really wanting to.

Chris chuckles softly against the warm skin of her neck before pulling back, his eyes scanning hers with want.

“I’m not doin' anything 'til ya tell me,” he murmurs gently, a playful squint in his eyes as his cocky smirk fades into something more amused, but genuine.

He waits for her answer, but his gaze softens, almost like he’s trying to guide her through the hesitation rather than just challenge her.

Y/N looks up at him through her lashes, a small pout playing on her lips, her face flushed with warmth. Her head tilts slightly to the side, like a puppy who’s just heard a word it likes.

Chris’s smile widens, like he can’t help it. The teasing is gone now, replaced by amusement. “Why you lookin’ at me like that?” he asks, his tone playful and easy, as if this were any other regular situation.

He scans her face, his eyes flicking between hers like he’s trying to read her mind, figure out what she’s thinking that’s got her looking at him like that. She doesn’t answer right away, just shifts her eyes down to her lap.

“I don’t know…” she mumbles with a shy smile, laughing softly like she’s trying to shrug off the weight of the moment.

Chris tilts his head and leans down, ducking low enough to look up and catch her eyes—even as they try to stay hidden.

“Hey,” he says softly, his voice just above a whisper, coaxing her gaze up to meet his.

“Talk t’me,” Chris says, voice low and easy. “Why you so shy? After allat big talk earlier?”

There’s no flirt in his tone—just a friendly tease, trying to make her smile and settle her nerves.

Y/N huffs a quiet laugh through her nose. “’Cause I know what comes next… 'nd I’m nervous,” she admits, voice small, eyes still glued to her hands in her lap.

Chris doesn’t respond, but his hand slips down to her thigh, warm and steady. The silence stretches between them.

“What comes next?” he asks softly, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear her say it anyway.

She finally looks up at him, her teeth catching her bottom lip. “I want it to be you, Chris,” she whispers, just loud enough for him to hear.

His expression softens. He lifts a hand to her cheek, his thumb brushing slow and sweet across her flushed skin.

“Yeah?” he murmurs. “You sure?”

Y/N nods slowly, and without missing a beat, Chris scoops her off the couch and throws her over his shoulder like she weighs nothing.

“Chris!” she squeals, laughter bubbling from her chest as he strides toward his room.

It worked. He eased her nerves, got her laughing again.

She’ll never know it, but every offbeat, ridiculous thing he does when she’s around—it’s for that smile.

He drops her onto the bed with a grin; gentle, but clearly in a rush.

Her giggles fade as he climbs over her, locking his eyes on hers.

Chris tilts his head like he’s thinking. “You getting déjà vu, or am I alone here?”

His eyes drag down her body, a dorky smile on his face, like he knows he's being annoying.

Y/N rolls her eyes with a grin. “You mean when you were jerking off to me orrr when you were begging to eat me out?”

Chris shoots her a deadpan look. “Hilarious,” he mutters, lips twitching in a flat, unamused smile.

They lock eyes, neither of them moving, just breathing in sync. “You gonna kiss me, or just keep starin'?” Y/N asks, her voice quiet but daring.

Chris scoffs in amusement. His hand slides to her waist, squeezing lightly as he leans closer, his other forearm planted beside her head.

“Say please,” he murmurs, low and deliberate.

Y/N hesitates, then mumbles a small “Please,” her voice barely above a whisper.

“Atta girl,” Chris breathes, his voice low and lazy, before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers—soft at first, then deeper, more passionate.

He wastes no time, letting his hands roam eagerly over her body, savoring the feel of her under his touch. With a firm grip, he parts her thighs, settling between them—his knee brushing up just close enough to where she needs him.

The kiss turns messy quick; hot and wet, like everything he held back earlier is finally being let loose.

“Chriiiis, c’mon…” Y/N whines beneath him, her voice soft and impatient, breath catching against his lips.

“What? Not a fan of foreplay?” he murmurs into her mouth, smirking against her plump, parted lips. His mouth drifts lower, brushing over her jaw before latching onto the skin just below it, sucking slow bruises that dive her crazy into the delicate skin.

She doesn’t play into his game. Instead, her fingers slip down to the waistband of his sweats, tugging gently, almost shy. A silent question.

Chris doesn’t slow his heated assault on her neck, lips wet and insistent as he shuffles out of his sweats. His hands move with purpose now, sliding around her back and dragging her flush against him, like he needs every inch of her close.

Y/N hisses softly when his teeth graze her neck, soothed a moment later by the warm swipe of his tongue. Chris’s hands slide beneath her shirt, thumbs pushing the fabric upward—just like last time. Only this time, there’s nothing sweet about it. His touch is hungrier, more desperate, like he’s starving for her.

Her shirt hits the floor fast, followed by her bra in the same rush. Chris’s mouth finds her nipple instantly, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nub, wet and eager. He tugs her upright without effort, and somehow—neither of them could say exactly when—she ends up straddling his lap.

Y/N’s head tips back, lips parted, eyebrows knitting tight as a soft breath escapes her. One hand curls into the back of his neck, fingers winding through his hair. Chris pulls away from her flushed skin just long enough to glance up at her with a smirk.

“Y'really like my hair, huh?”

An embarrassed scoff slips from Y/N’s lips. “Shut up,” she mutters, unable to bite down her smile.

Chris just laughs, hands tracing down her back before giving her ass a playful squeeze.

“Chris!” she squeaks, swatting his chest with wide eyes and a shocked, reluctant smile.

His lazy eyes look up at her smugly as his fingers slip under the waistband of her pants, grabbing a handful of bare skin. “What? Actin' like you didn’t already know I’m an ass man.”

Y/N shoots him a deadpan glare, but her face softens as she feels her pants being eased down.

“I’ll be gentle,” Chris mumbles, his voice low as he leans in, lips brushing against hers. “Promise.”

He lowers her onto her back, guiding her down off his lap with care. Then, with a painful slowness, he slides her pants down her legs—a deliberate contrast to the last time they were like this.

Y/N’s breath quickens as the nerves creep in, her eyes flicking up to his in search of reassurance.

Chris meets her gaze and holds it, then slowly pulls his shirt over his head—purposefully slow, like he’s teasing her with every second.

He leans over her to open the nightstand drawer, grabbing a condom and tossing it lightly onto the bed beside them. She tenses beneath him, and he catches it instantly, shaking his head with a soft laugh through his nose.

“Relax,” he murmurs, amusement behind his eyes and subtle smile but his voice warm. “I’m not gonna jump in dick first or anything. I gotchu—I’ll take my time, promise.”

Y/N nods softly, her eyes flickering across his bare chest. She’s seen him like this countless times before, but now—looming over her, leaning in to press gentle, open-mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulder—it feels different.

Suddenly, the sight of him without a shirt isn’t casual anymore. Every subtle dip and line in his torso makes her skin warm, sending a flush to her cheeks and neck.

“Ya starin’,” Chris teases, lazily smiling down at her as he sits back on his heels—like he’s presenting himself.

Y/N’s eyes go wide, heat rushing to her face. She quickly turns her head, burying it in her shoulder.

“Sorry…” she mumbles, voice meek and unsure.

Chris drops his head, biting back a laugh, shoulders shaking with the effort.

He rests his hands on her thighs, eyes darting up to meet hers with a teasing glint.

Chris leans back down, lips brushing along her jaw before trailing slowly to her collarbone. “You okay?” he asks softly between kisses, hands resting warm and steady on her waist.

She nods, a little breathless, and he grins.

“Good. Just makin’ sure. Don’t want you gettin’ all shy on me.”

“I don’t— I don’t get shy…” Y/N mumbles, embarrassment heating her cheeks even further.

Chris’s lips twitch into a grin. “Sure you don’t.”

His hand glides slowly along her waist, then dips lower to gently grip beneath her thigh, easing her legs apart.

His fingers trail over her soaked folds, middle and ring finger gathering her slick before slowly pushing them in.

“Mm.. Chris—” she moans out, the tension in her shoulders slowly melting as his fingers move inside her.

His lips trail up her jaw, nipping gently between kisses, pulling more of those quiet mewls from her throat.

Chris curls his fingers. Every movement feels featherlight, like he’s scared he might break her.

“Y’so tight,” he murmurs, eyes flicking up to meet hers. “Ya know it’s gonna hurt a lil' no matter how careful I am, right?”

His voice is soft, laced with concern. He doesn’t want to scare her; but more than that, he doesn’t want to hurt her. Not now, not ever.

Y/N bites her lip and nods, eyes trailing slowly over his body before darting back up at his.

“Yeah… but I want this, Chris.” Her voice is soft and steady. She cups his face in both hands, thumbs brushing his cheeks.

“I want you.”

His gaze locks on hers, scanning her eyes like he’s searching for a reason to stop, an excuse to pull away and not cross that final line.

Fucking my best friend. The thought alone nearly makes him flinch.

But he doesn’t find doubt in her eyes. Only trust and love.

It almost scares him off.

Almost.

But he leans in anyway.

“I want you too… s'fucking bad, baby.” His voice is rough and breathless; he's so fucking desperate to feel her around him.

In a rush, he pushes his boxers down just enough, fumbling as he reaches for the condom on the bed. With one hand, he strokes himself a couple of times, her wetness still coating his fingers, mixing with the slick already gathering at his tip.

Y/N’s eyes flit to his aching length, and her face flushes with heat. She’s seen his cock before, just earlier today actually, but this feels real. She knows what’s about to happen, and yet it still feels impossible to prepare for.

Chris tears the condom wrapper open carefully, using his teeth to split the edge. He blows gently into the center to make sure it’s the right way around—a small gesture, but not one he usually bothers with. Normally, he’d just roll it on in a rush, too wrapped up in the moment to care. But this isn’t like before. With Y/N, he slows down. He doesn’t want to take chances, doesn’t want her to feel anything less than safe. With her, every detail matters.

Chris carefully rolls the condom down over his hard dick, making sure it’s on properly. He glances up, catching the nervous look on Y/N’s face.

“Hey, nah, don’t look like that,” he says softly, shaking his head. “You’re okay, ma. Jus' lemme take care of you.”

He leans over her, brushing a sweet, chaste kiss to her lips. “I’ma make ya feel good. Trust,” he mumbles softly as he lines himself up with her entrance. He doesn’t push in, resting there to give her time, letting her adjust to the moment.

“I know you will… I’m just—still scared,” Y/N breathes against his lips, her voice quiet and almost ashamed. Her eyes flick between his, wide and searching, like she’s holding onto his gaze for confidence.

Chris’s eyes soften as he slides the head of his cock slowly through her folds, already covered in her slick. He leans in to press a kiss to her shoulder, mumbling against her skin between warm, lingering pecks, “Don’t be. I’ll be good. Jus' tell me when you’re ready.”

He breathes in deeply through his nose, like he’s trying to keep his desire at bay.

Y/N sighs shakily, ghosting her hands up his torso, fingertips brushing lightly over the faint lines of muscle like she’s anchoring herself. “Okay… I’m ready,” she whispers.

Chris grips her hip, his thumb tracing slow, calming circles into the soft flesh as he carefully guides himself in. He pauses once the head slips past her entrance, eyes shifting up to study her face.

Y/N’s attention is fixed where their bodies connect, her breath cutting short in her throat; until the pressure overtakes her focus and she throws her head back with a sharp gasp, eyes fluttering shut as her mouth falls open.

“You doin’ alright?” Chris questions, his voice low and a little strained—like he’s holding himself back with everything he has.

Y/N nods wordlessly, eyes squeezed shut, too overwhelmed to look at him again.

“Yeah… don’t stop,” she breathes, her quiet words coming out as a needy whin.

Chris exhales softly, easing in a little more, his movements slow and careful. He's more gentle than he's ever been, not hurting her being the only thing on his mind despite the blinding ache in his cock.

Y/N hisses at the pressure, her body tightening instinctively The stretch is overwhelming, too much all at once.

“I know, I know. M'sorry… just—just breathe, take a sec. Let yourself adjust,” Chris comforts her with a soft and steady voice as he moved his hand from his dick to her other hip, no longer needing to guide himself.

She finally blinks her eyes open, meeting Chris’s heavy gaze. Just by the look on his face, it’s clear he’s holding back more than he ever has.

The sharp pain from the stretch between her legs lingers, tears welling in her eyes from the pressure alone.

Y/N’s hands come up to rest at the sides of his neck, pulling him into a needy kiss. It’s messy although softer this time, less hurried and more sensual.

He pushes in a bit further, drawing a gasp from her lips. His mouth trails along her skin, kissing and sucking sweetly at her shoulder as her hands shoot up into his hair.

Chris wants to make another snarky comment so desperately, but he refrains—choosing to whisper soft praises into her neck instead.

“Ya doin’ s’good f’me, mama… so fuckin’ good,” he groans out, voice slurred and heavy with need. “You’ll feel good in a bit, promise…”

He pushes in deeper, nearly bottoming out. Y/N lets out a quiet, strained whine that makes him freeze. Chris pulls away from her neck, searching her face with wide, worried eyes.

“Did I hurt you? M’so fuckin’ sorry, baby.”

His voice is heavy with guilt as he presses a soft kiss to her lips, the gesture an apology all on its own.

“I—I’m okay,” she whispers, her voice breathy and small. “Please… don’t stop.”

The way the words leave her lips makes it sound like she’s almost ashamed of how badly she wants him; so quiet and desperate, pathetic even.

Chris’s eyes darken at her words, and he finally bottoms out with a slow, measured push before pausing to let her adjust. The sting is deep, intense—hurting so bad yet so fucking good.

“Fu-uck… so fuckin’ tight,” Chris growls lowly, dropping his head until his forehead rests against her shoulder.

The change in posture gives her a clear view of his back, the soft muscles stretched over his shoulder blades, flexing with every breath he takes.

“Please tell me I can move—” he begs hastily, cutting himself off with a sharp exhale. His voice cracks, just barely, but it’s enough.

The sound of him so whiny, breathy, and desperate makes the dull ache in her core begin to fade.

It’s the most needy he’s ever sounded. And it’s so fucking hot.

Y/N rolls her hips subtly against his, pulling a groan from deep in his throat.

“Shit—ya killin’ me here, Y/N,” he mumbles, lifting his head to look at her with soft laughter between words, like he's trying to cover up his embarrassment.

She can’t help the small smile that pulls at her lips. For once, she’s the one driving him crazy.

“Yeah? Am I?” Y/N teases, biting back a moan just to get at him.

Chris scoffs, shutting her up in his own little fucked up way. He pulls almost all the way out of her slick cunt before slowly pushing back in, getting sucked deeper with every inch. He's gentle, he knows he doesn’t need to be rough to put her in her place.

A real laugh rumbles from his chest when she gasps, whimpering and squeezing her eyes shut. The little smile disappears from her face, replaced by a harsh lip bite.

“You were saying?” he taunts, rolling his hips against hers.

“Fuck, Chris—” Y/N gasps, clawing at his back, needing something to ground herself as the pain gives way to aching pleasure.

“Mm, you’re so fuckin’ hot,” Chris mumbles, sucking in a breath before diving in to kiss her; the kiss hungry, open-mouthed, and desperate.

His hips roll gently against hers. One hand hooks under her thigh, pushing it toward her chest. The new angle makes her gasp, her back arching instinctively as he hits deeper.

Chris lets the sounds spill from her lips until she can’t kiss back anymore, her moans loud and desperate.

“Shhh… baby—don’t get me wrong, I love listenin’ to ya,” he teases, pushing a strand of hair out of her face. “But my brothers? Not so sure ’bout them.”

He cups a hand gently over her mouth, brushing a tear softly from her cheek with his ring finger, like he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it.

Chris pants softly above her, eyes still hazy with focus. “Feelin’ good now?” he ask smugly, although there's genuine care clear in his tone.

Y/N stares up at him, glaring past his hand still pressed gently over her mouth. Her eyes drop to it, then back up to him in a pointed silence.

He smirks, still slowly dragging in and out of her.

“Just nod.”

She nods faintly, eyes rolling back as he picks up the pace ever so slightly. Chris’s mouth falls open, a low moan escaping as his eyes squeeze shut in pleasure.

“Shit—s’fucking good,” he mumbles, dropping his head lazily against her shoulder, like he doesn’t want her to see how undone he's become for her.

Chris’s hand slips from her mouth to grip her hip instead, fingers pressing into her skin like he’s grounding himself.

“F-fuck—right there, please,” she whimpers, words straining slightly as her back arches off the bed.

Chris huffs a laugh out through his nose. It's not that he finds this funny, no. It's because he still can’t believe this is real.

Fucking his best friend. Hearing her moan and talk filthy under him. Something he’s thought about more times than he’d ever admit, but never dared to actually do.

“I gotchu,” he reassures lowly. “Jus’ let go f’me.”

He dips his head to capture her lips again, his tongue teasingly brushing over hers, deepening the kiss until she’s breathless. When he finally pulls back, his wet, parted lips linger against hers. They pant into each other’s mouths, eyelids heavy and faces flushed.

Their eyes lock, searching, studying—like they’re both trying to memorize this exact moment, which they are. Chris’s hips stutter, his rhythm faltering with his climax creeping in, but he holds on. He needs her to finish first. Needs to feel her fall apart around him.

“So pretty like this, baby… fuck,” he whispers, his voice caught between a sigh and a moan.

“Chris—oh fuck, I’m close,” she gasps, her voice trembling as her hands clutch at his shoulders, fingernails digging small, painful crescent shapes into the skin..

“Yeah? Shit—pussy’s so fuckin’ tight… like you were made for me,” his filthy words don't fall on deaf ears; and they would have caused Y/N to blush madly in any other circumstance, but now she's too caught up in how good he's making her feel.

Her breath hitches with each sharp thrust, her body trembling beneath him as her mouth forms into an "o" shape, eyes squeezed shut. “Chris… I—” Her words falter, a broken moan cutting her off as her hips jerk involuntarily, pushing back against him.

The tension in her core threatens to snap, her eyes squeezing shut as the sensation overwhelms her. Her legs shakes subtly, breath picking up, body growing hotter. She doesn’t need to say anything; he can feel it. The way her walls clench around him, the way her body tenses harder with each sloppy thrust.

“Fuck—cum f’me, baby. I gotchu—fuuuck…”

Chris’s forehead falls against her shoulder once more, his breath hot and ragged against her damp skin. His hands grip her hips like she’s the only thing keeping him alive, voice cracked and desperate like he’s holding on by a thread.

A string of curses spill from Y/N’s lips as Chris pushes her over the edge. Her body trembles beneath him, walls clenching tight as she unravels around him, pleasure crashing over her like a wave.

“Look at you… takin’ me so well. Such a good fucking girl.”

His cock pulses inside her, still hard, still aching. He kisses her again. Not as cautious this time, but still careful, rolling his hips in smooth, deliberate motions. The room is quiet except for the sound of skin on skin and their shared breaths.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispers, even though the look in her eyes says she wants more.

He leans down, his voice desperate, lips ghosting over hers. “Say somethin’, please… just—fuck, talk to me.”

Y/N blinks up at him through the haze, soft and spent but still trying. “You feel s'fucking good, Chris,” she whispers, broken and honest.

That’s it. That’s all it takes.

His hips stutter, rhythm breaking as he looks up at her through his lashes, a strangled moan ripping from his chest. “F-fuck, baby—m’gonna cum—”

His brows are furrowed, lips parted in a silent “o” as he mirrors the expression she wore earlier. Everything about him in that moment is hot, but what's really sexy is the eye contact. He doesn’t look away, not even for a second, staring straight through her as he cums.

Chris drives in a couple more times, then stills, his shoulders trembling as he finally lets go. His breath catches, muscles tight as he pulses inside the condom, buried deep inside her sore, used up pussy.

He groans her name into her skin like it's all he can do, hands trembling subtly where they hold her. He doesn’t move for a moment—just stays there, panting, overwhelmed, in total bliss.

“Y’okay, mama?” Chris mumbles into her neck, his voice soft and worn with exhaustion.

“Mhm,” she hums, arms looping around his neck to pull him closer, holding him against her.

He lazily lifts himself to look down at her, still catching his breath. “Good first time?” he questions, licking his parted lips.

“Better than good,” Y/N replies softly, her gaze warm as she looks into his bright blue eyes, still dark with lingering lust.

Chris smiles down at her, sighing as he slowly pulls out. The emptiness that follows makes Y/N wince, her eyes squinting as she watches his softening cock leave her.

Chris sits back on his heels, carefully rolling the condom off, tying it, and then slipping out of bed. He disappears into the bathroom for a moment, tossing it into the garbage before returning to her side.

A comfortable silence sits between them. Y/N shifts closer, wincing slightly from the soreness but craving the warmth of his skin. She nestles into his side, her voice slightly hoarse against his chest.

“Thank you.”

Chris hums in response, quiet and content, eyes fluttering shut as he rests his chin gently on top of her head.

Their breathing falls into sync. Without a word, Chris’s hand drifts up to lazily play with her hair as he reaches for his phone on the nightstand. Y/N’s eyes flutter closed, her body finally relaxing as sleepiness starts to take over.

That is, until Chris suddenly lets out a snort of laughter—sharp and unexpected—jolting her halfway back to consciousness.

“What?” Y/N mumbles, blinking up at Chris as his chest trembles with quiet laughter.

He doesn’t answer, just turns his phone toward her, one hand covering his mouth.

On the lock screen, notifications are stacked—most ignored—but one stands out in bold at the top.

A text from Matt, sent less than a minute ago:

“Fuck quietly next time please.”

a/n: heyooo!! told ya i was gonna post it today, just never said how late🌝 sososo SO sorry for the hold up, i rewrote this forty times, took a break from it, and still kind of hate it. this is the final part of my little bsf!chris x inexperienced!ready journey!! (unless yall rlly want a second trilogy👀) i thank everyone who stuck with this lil mini series and to those who r just now finding this, thx for checking me out!! if you wanna be added to my taglist for future works of mine, simply comment on this post!! (in the future i'll have specific taglists for certain series, au's etc, i promise.. im just too lazy rn😁) again, thank u sm for giving me a chance, luv ya!!

dividers: all me!! feel free to use, they're just lines and emoticons after all, nothin fancy😭

taglist!!: @courta13 @hannahsturniolo @that1fangirll @h3arts4harry @leila-marie4 @chrispycremedonut @kitkatbar1275 @classystrawberrysweets @jjmaybankswifes-blog @w-rdddd @loversrockx0 @sturnixblogger @sophand4n4

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[urvampygf]

ur writing is SO GOOD. AND UR THEME EATSSSSS

AWW THANK U SM BABY UR SO SWEET🥰🥰 (sorry for the late response.. this has been buried in my drafts for like two weeks now😓😭)

[urvampygf]

expect the third and final part of my bsf!chris mini series tmrw👀(sorry for the wait i rewrote it like four times😓😓)

[urvampygf]

hey yawl i rlly rlly RLLY wanna do sum au's after my bsf!chris short series🌝 so like on top of the whole team red thingy that im planning thats prolly jus gonna be 1shots and blurbs n shit i wanna do a college/frat boy au so freaking BAD like full fledged story mostly original characters and all.. am i being too farsighted with ts?..😭

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CROSSING BOUNDARIES

( Bsf!Chris x Inexperienced!Reader )

after the last time they saw each other, tensions grow between reader and Chris as they take it a step further, although not all the way just yet.

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 3.5

-`✮´- 4k

contains. tension, pining, flirting, teasing, kissing, jerking off, handjobs.

It’s been two weeks since Chris last saw Y/N. She hasn’t exactly been avoiding him—just conveniently busy every time he asks to hang out. She isn’t ashamed or regretful about what happened between them. But she knows that their dynamic has shifted.

Now she’ll get all flustered and shy around him. She’ll make things awkward. And she doesn’t want to burden him with her nervousness—so, instead, she keeps her distance.

All is well in Y/N’s quiet avoidance—until Matt unknowingly forces her to face what she’s been running from.

Y/N shows up at the triplets’ place around 9PM. She’d almost canceled. In fact, she’d even typed out a half-hearted “might be too backed up with studying tonight” text… But then Matt sent her a dorky selfie, grinning with a family-size bag of candy, followed by a text: “This could be yours.”

So now she’s here. Standing in the doorway with her arms crossed, trying to look casual, while Chris leans on the corner of a wall—lazy smile on his face like he knew she’d come.

“Look who decided to show up,” Chris teases, his voice easy, but his eyes track her like he’s been waiting.

Y/N shrugs off her jacket and tosses it over the back of the couch.

"Blame Matt’s bribery. I’m only here for the sugar.”

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They sit around for a while, casually yapping Nick’s ear off while he hastily edits a video he’d been procrastinating—as per usual.

Y/N, though, is clearly caught up in her own head, stealing shy glances at Chris when she thinks no one’s looking. Matt and Nick stay oblivious, but Chris picks up on it almost immediately.

He can tell she’s nervous, maybe even a little embarrassed. Her eyes flicker to the side every time his hand just so happens to graze her thigh, and he keeps doing it, watching her reaction like it’s a game.

“I am fucking STARVED—like, I could eat a whole mother fucking horse.” Nick groans dramatically, still focused on the laptop in front of him.

“I haven’t eaten since breakfast…” Matt chimes in, a bit calmer than his brother.

“…You mean 3PM?” Y/N jabs, mocking their absolutely wrecked sleep schedules with a grin.

“Yeah, yeah, we get it, kid—you’re better than us,” Matt fires back playfully, pushing himself off the couch and heading for his keys on the kitchen island.

"Where you off to, limpy?” Chris quips as he leans back against the couch, glancing over his shoulder at his brother with a proud grin.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” Matt responds, his voice flat, irritation evident in his tone as he shoves his feet into his shoes.

“What’s the matter, Ya ankle hurtin’?” Chris doubles down, his arms resting casually on the back of the couch.

“I’ll kill ya,” Matt mutters nonchalantly, walking toward the front door without even sparing Chris a glance.

“If you’re gettin’ food, I’m coming with ya. You always fuck up my order,” Nick says, shutting his laptop abruptly. He’s already halfway to the door, his feet sliding into his shoes as if he’s been silently begging for a reason to take a break.

Matt, standing at the top of the stairs, raises an eyebrow, his thumbs tapping on his phone screen. “I don’t even know where we’re going yet—” He glances up, ready to protest, but Nick’s already marching past him.

“We’ll figure it out on the road!!” Nick cuts him off, grinning like he’s won some invisible battle.

They leave quickly, Matt not bothering to ask Y/N or Chris if they want anything. He knows they’ll want food, he’ll just text them once Nick makes a decision for everyone.

That leaves Chris and Y/N alone, the silence between them loud and awkward.

Y/N suddenly feels the weight of the moment. She’s alone with the guy whose face was just smushed between her thighs a couple weeks ago. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t think about that night—she replays it daily. It’s frustrating, especially when she’s touching herself, trying to relive the feeling of him.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted it to be a one-time thing. Her heart says it should be—to spare her from the messy shit that always follows. But her body, her mind? They beg to differ.

Y/N shifts slightly on the couch, toying with the strings of her pants.

The silence stretches until Chris finally breaks it, his tone casual, like he’s just simply asking about the weather.

"…So, you still thinking about it?”

Her eye meet his, blinking as her heart rate picks up.

“What?”

Chris raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth tugging into a smug grin. That teasing glint in his eyes is impossible to miss.

“Y’know—when ya tried to kill me with your thighs.” He leans back a little, lazy confidence in his posture. “Seemed pretty into it.”

Y/N'a eyes flick down to her lap. “…Of course I think about it. Haven’t really stopped,” She mumbles, her voice quieter than usual, almost shy, which makes Chris ease up on the teasing.

“Yeah… yeah, me too.” He says it softly, voice trailing off as he tries to find the right words.

Chris shakes his head, a small laugh escaping him. “Okay, no, no, no—I’m not gonna have you goin’ all shy on me. Not happenin’.” He sighs, leaning his upper body toward her with a playful yet caring look.

“I’m not goin’ shy, I just… I don’t know. Maybe I am.” Y/N's words come out softer, the vulnerability peeking through despite her best efforts to brush it off.

“Ya know, I thought you weren’t gonna talk to me anymore,” Chris raises his concern without an ounce of hesitation.

Y/N glances at him. “I wasn’t avoiding you.”

“You kind of were.”

An uncomfortable silence falls between them before Y/N shyly admits, “I don’t know how to act around you anymore.”

“Why not?” Chris asks, his tone losing the playfulness as his eyes narrow, confusion creeping in. His tone stays nonchalant, but his posture shifts—one palm resting on his knee, his forearm crossing over the other.

Y/N bites her lip, glancing up at him with uncertainty. She pauses, then blurts it out before she can stop herself. “That night… why did you stop me?”

Chris lets out a quiet scoff of a laugh, arms folding casually over his chest. “Oh, so that’s what’s got you all upset, huh?”

But he doesn’t dodge the question. His voice stays even, maybe a little teasing, but honest. “You were tryin' too hard,” he says simply. “Felt like you thought you owed me or somethin'.”

The words hit harder than she expected—because that was how she felt.

“I… I guess I did kinda feel like I owed you,” she admits, her voice small.

Chris tilts his head slightly, his expression unreadable. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” she breathes out. “I don’t know what I’m doing with this shit…”

“Okay, but you’re not clueless,” Chris says, his voice calm. “And it’s not a big deal. You’re okay. I’m not, like… annoyed or anything.”

“I kinda am clueless,” Y/N mutters, an awkward chuckle failing to mask her insecurity.

“Oh yeah?” Chris raises a brow, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “How so?”

There’s a challenge in his voice, kind of like he doesn't believe her.

“Well—” she pauses. “I’ve done shit with guys before… helped 'em get off or whatever. But no one’s ever really told me if I was doing anything right. Or wrong. I just kind of… hoped I was doin' okay.”

That got his attention. Chris turns his head, eyebrows pulling together.

“Did they ever finish?” he questions, leaning in slightly.

“Well, yeah—”

“Then you got nothing to worry about.” Chris leans back again, his tone light and dismissive. Like he’s shrugging off her worry as simple insecurity.

“But I don’t wanna guess,” Y/N protests, her voice soft and steady. “I—I wanna know.”

Chris watches her for a second. “It’s not that hard. You just go by what gets a reaction—and what doesn’t.” He pauses, running a hand over the back of his neck. “I could… show you. What I mean.”

The words hang between them, heavier than he intended. His eyes flicker to hers, nearly uncertain now.

“If you want,” he adds quickly, voice softer this time, like he's making himself nervous.

“What do you mean, show me?” she asks carefully—not uncomfortable, just hesitant; not wanting to assume too much.

Chris shrugs, trying to play it off like it’s nothing serious, even though his eyes completely follow hers. “I could show you what I like. You just watch. Shit, you could even join me… if you’re up for it.”

Y/N’s lips part like she wants to say something, but nothing comes out. Her mind’s racing—caught somewhere between what the fuck is happening and why does that sound kind of… hot?

She finally lets out a breath that slips into a soft laugh. “Well that’s intense.”

Chris chuckles, looking off to the side like he's searching for someone to save him from his own suggestion. “I mean—yeah. But it doesn’t have to be crazy shit. Just… honest.”

Her eyes shoot down to his mouth, then back up. She bites her lip. “How would we even do that?"

Chris shrugs, more relaxed now. “Could just be me showing you what I like. Nothing more.. unless you want it.”

A long pause stretches between them.

Y/N softly speaks up, “Would it be weird if I said I wanted to try?”

Chris raises his brows, a slow smile easing onto his lips. “Not even a little.”

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Chris doesn’t give Y/N a second to catch her breath before pressing her back against the now-shut bedroom door, his mouth crashing into hers like he’s been waiting weeks for it—and that's because he has. The kiss is messy and familiar, fueled by pent-up tension.

She gasps against his mouth, letting out a breathless laugh against his lips. “Gotta get hard first, huh?” Y/N teases between kisses, her tone breathy but teasing.

Chris lets out a low chuckle against her lips, grinning against her. “Won’t be too difficult with you lookin’ like that.”

His hands slide down to her hips, fingers kneading into the skin like close isn't close enough for him.

Chris gently pulls her away from the door, his lips still devouring hers with a hunger stronger than the first time they did this. He walks them backward, guiding her without breaking the kiss, until the back of his thighs bump into the edge of the mattress.

He breaks away just long enough to tug his hoodie over his head, the motion quick and clumsy, like he can’t stand to be separated from her for more than a second. The moment it hits the floor, his mouth meets hers again, hands finding their way to her waist like he’s trying to memorize the shape of her.

Y/N’s hands slide up to his shoulders, fingertips brushing the edge of his tank top before rushing to bury themselves in his hair.

Chris finally pulls back, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath, his skin radiating a comforting warmth. “I think you got me worked up enough,” he mutters, that familiar cocky attitude returning as a smirk spreads across his lips like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Y/N lets out a soft, flustered laugh, biting her lip as she glances to the side, her reaction half amusement, half embarrassment. Her cheeks are already warm, but now the blush quickly spreads to her ears.

Without breaking eye contact, Chris settles onto the bed, one arm propped behind his head like he’s just chilling. He pats the space beside him, his gesture casual—even there’s nothing casual about this situation.

Y/N hesitates for only a second before moving, swallowing her nerves as she sits beside him. Not too close, not too far. Her heart thumps as she adjusts her position, trying to figure out the right amount of space; close enough to seem confident, far enough to not seem desperate.

She ends up somewhere in the middle. And it still feels completely wrong.

“Don’t be nervous,” Chris says, his voice low as he bumps his knee against hers. “You’re just watchin’ me jerk off, that’s all. Totally casual.”

He squints playfully at her, grin growing with every second he sees her try not to laugh.

Y/N shakes her head and covers her mouth, amusement tugging at her lips despite herself. “You’re insane,” she mutters, her voice light and teasing through a quiet chuckle.

Chris’s grin lingers as he leans back on the bed. “You sure you’re good?” he asks, eyes scanning over her to search for any hint of discomfort.

Y/N nods, her smile dimming into a softer nervous yet curious one. “Yeah. I’m good.”

Chris hums low in his throat, looking away for a second like he’s letting the moment breathe, giving her time to collect herself. Then, slowly—almost lazily—he shifts his hips and runs his palm down the front of his sweats, not directly touching anything yet, just letting the implication sit.

“I’m not gonna, like, make it weird,” he mutters with a smirk, glancing at her out the corner of his eye. “Unless you want it to be.”

Y/N’s eyes drift downward, sucking in an audibly shaky breath. She shifts slightly, straightening her posture like she's trying to hide that he's totally caught her off guard.

Chris huffs a quiet laugh through his nose, clearly amused. His eyes stay on her, lips pulling into something close to a smirk as he bites down gently on his bottom lip. “You’re lookin’ real focused,” he whispers, practically eye fucking her as he subtly palms himself.

She doesn’t answer, just lifts her gaze to meet his. Chris takes her curious stare as a green light. He runs a hand through his hair—a nervous habit she grown to know all too well by now.

A quiet chuckle escapes him, almost uncertain. His tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip as his eyes drift from hers. He doesn’t look at her when he slips his hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, which sit just above the edge of his sweats. He’s still concealed, his movements slow, measured.

The reality of the situation finally hits Y/N. She bites her lip, almost instinctively. She’s seen Chris shirtless countless times—at the beach, at the pool, towel slung low on his hips fresh out of the shower. Fuck, he’s even mooned her a couple of times just to make her laugh.

But this?

This is more than that. This is different.

Finally, Y/N speaks, her voice quiet. “Do you… like when someone watches you?”

Chris’s jaw tightens at the question, his heavy eyes widening for a moment. The intensity fades quickly, replaced by his usual calm control. He exhales slowly, voice now husky. “Yeah.”

She swallows hard, shifting again where she sat, thighs pressing tighter together as heat pooled low in her stomach. It was ridiculous how hot this was—sexy even. He wasn’t even exposed, and she could barely contain herself.

She notices the subtle shift in his breathing, the way his posture changes when he touches himself. His jaw tightens, brows pinching in quiet concentration. But he keeps himself out of sight, hand moving slow beneath the fabric, keeping the reveal just out of reach. Like he was letting her adjust.

Chris glances over at her again, lips parted, breath a little heavier now, as if he’s no longer trying to hide how good it feels. His eyes find hers for just a second before he moves to rest his free hand gently on her thigh.

His thumb begins to move, slow circles against her skin. His touch serves as a quiet invitation. A silent you can join if you want.

Her breath hitched and he must’ve heard it, because the corner of his mouth twitched upwards.

Y/N looks at him with a flustered look in her eyes. Her chest rises with a slow, shaky breath, needing to speak but struggling to find the words.

“Can I?..”

The question comes out quick. Vague. Nervous. But her eyes don’t leave his, silently asking him to understand what she meant without making her say it.

Chris huffs out a quiet laugh. His smile grows cocky as his hand still lazily works beneath his boxers.

“Can you what?” he murmurs, tilting his head just enough to make her shudder. “Hm?”

He knows what she’s asking. Of course he does, he's not dumb. But he’s not going to let her off that easy. He wants her to say it.

“Chris—” she huffs, a teasing warning in her tone. “You know what I want.”

Her voice has that spark again, the one he didn’t realize he’d missed until now. It makes his smug grin soften into something more genuine.

He leans back slightly, eyes scanning her face with something warmer behind them.

“There she is,” he mutters with a low chuckle, clearly pleased. “Took you long enough.”

He still wants to fluster her—can’t help it. But fuck, he missed this version of her. The one who gave him shit right back.

“You—wanna take over?” Chris asks, breath catching mid-sentence as his cock twitches in his hand.

Y/N nods.

He pulls his hand away, glancing at her for confirmation. Then, with a swift motion, he pushes his boxers and sweats down just enough to let himself spring free.

Her breath caught at the sight of him. Him, her best friend, in front of her like this.

He didn’t look at her right away, just kept quiet. He was giving her space. Letting her look, take it in, feel whatever she needed to feel without commentary.

“How—how do you… um… like it?” Y/N asks, her voice shaky, nervousness clear in her tone. She's not feeling scared or pressured, just nervous. Because she wants him to feel good. Because she doesn't want to fuck this up.

She wraps her hand around the base of his dick, and Chris exhales softly, a noise that just kind of slipped out.

“Just… uh—tight and slow? I—I don’t know…” He stumbles over his words like he’s forgotten how to speak. He collects himself before continuing, “It’ll feel good no matter what. Don’t worry.”

He drags his eyes up to meet hers, his gaze soft and warm, fond almost.

She offers a small, shy smile in return, flattered by the reassurance—and already knowing the answer to her unspoken question.

“And why’s that?”

Chris’s smirk widens, playful but sweet.

“’Cause it’s you, ma.”

Y/N can’t help the soft smile that eases onto her lips as she begins to stroke him, just the way he said he liked—slow and tight. Her body leans in, drifting closer without even realizing it, her focus locked entirely on his face.

Sure, she could be staring at his pretty cock in her hand right now; But his face? His reactions? That's all she really cares about.

His lips are parted, breath shallow, swallowing every sound that might slip out too easily. She watches the tension in his jaw, the way his lashes flutter, how his brows knit together in that desperate way she’s never seen from him before. He looks so fucking needy, so fucking pathetic. And god is it sexy.

“You okay, Chris?” Y/N teases, her voice laced with a sultry kind of innocence that didn’t exist a few minutes ago. The shift in her confidence is subtle, but unmistakable, and it has him fucking reeling.

Her wrist twists with every stroke, a slight squeeze at the head making his hips twitch. Chris lets out a breathy chuckle, the sound almost strained. “Don’t start with me,” he warns, his tone daring, though his grin betrays him.

His eyes squint open, catching the soft, sly smile on her lips, the one that says she knows exactly what she’s doing. She's playing coy. Everything about her in this moment feels deliberate, like she’s playing a character, and he’s completely fucked for it.

“Where’d all this confidence come from?” Chris manages, his voice rough and strained, eyelids squeezed shut like he’s fighting the need.

Y/N grins and tilts her head, her strokes never faltering. “Beats me,” she says airily, leaning in just a bit closer. “Why, you complainin’?”

His lips part, a shaky breath escaping as his head tips back slightly. “Not even a little,” he mumbles, voice nearly a groan.

Y/N bites her lip, her gaze sweeping slowly over his face, taking in every detail; the furrow of his brow, the way his lips part as he holds his breath to keep in any and all noises. After a beat of silence, she reaches up with her free hand and gently guides his chin toward her.

Chris opens his eyes at the contact, pupils blown, lips parted. That look—dazed and desperate—makes her body grow unbearably hot. Her thighs press tighter together instinctively, just as his own leg twitches beside her.

He lets out a low, unrestrained groan, his first real sound. She leans in and catches his mouth with hers, kissing him with a slow, deliberate intensity that makes it clear: this time, she’s the one leading.

“Fuck—I need you.” The words spill from Chris’s lips like a confession, hot and breathless against her plump lips. His hand cradles her jaw, tugging her even closer, like he can’t stand the inch of space between them.

Her neck burns, warmth blooming all the way down to her core where it flutters. He needs her. Not just anyone—her. Her best friend wants her. He craves her.

“Then have me.” The words fall out between kisses, soft but sure.

Chris freezes, lips hovering just above hers. His chest rises and falls like he’s been sucker-punched. A breathy, helpless moan escapes him before he can stop it—half shock, half pleasure, and all her fault. She’s still stroking him, slow and steady, like it’s nothing. Like she didn’t just blow his fucking mind.

“Wait—are you serious?” His voice is hoarse, wrecked with disbelief. Her. The same girl who said she was afraid. The one he swore he’d never push.

Y/N only nods, her thumb unthinkingly ghosting over the head of his cock. His whole body twitches.

“Shit—Y/N—fuck—” He groans, head tipping back as he sucks in a shaky breath.

Y/N bites back a laugh at his reaction, slowing her pace out of mercy, then whispering a playful, “Sorry,” knowing she's not actually sorry at all.

Chris opens his eyes, searching hers as he tries to read between every word she isn’t saying.

“You’re not just—saying that, right?” he asks, quieter now. “Tell me what you mean. What do you want me to do?”

Y/N sighs softly, like she’s still trying to gather her thoughts. “Chris—”

“YO!” A voice cuts through the air, loud and unbothered. There’s a brief pause, followed by a muffled, “Where the fuck are those two?"

"We got McDonald’s!! Nick was being picky!!”

Matt.

Chris groans, head lolling back against the wall as he lets out a series of dramatic, whiny noises. “OKAY! Just finishing up a game!” he yells back, his voice cracking slightly with frustration.

Y/N’s hand slips away from him, resting in her lap as she laughs under her breath, clearly amused by his misery despite the embarrassment heating up her cheeks.

“I didn’t even get to cum,” Chris grumbles like a kid who just had his toy taken away, tossing his hands up in full defeat.

“Put your dick away and let’s go eat, i'm starving.” Y/N says, voice light as she trails her fingertips teasingly along his still-hard length.

Chris gasps, a breathy chuckle slipping out. “Oh—fuck you,” he mutters, shaking his head before tugging his pants back up over his needy cock.

A sly grin plays on Y/N’s lips. “You will,” she calls over her shoulder, turning on her heel and striding out of the room as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.

Chris pauses for a beat, then pulls his hoodie back on, taking a deep, steadying breath as he adjusts himself one last time. He follows her out, giddily grinning, flushed, and completely undone.

a/n: heyyy, crazy how many people wanted this second part😭 ts actually gave me sm trouble like i hated it for a while and still kinda hate it, so i really hope you guys feel different😓 if you wanna be added to my tag list for this series or any in the future for that matter, simply just comment on the post!! (i hope i did the tagging shit right i'm so new to posting on this app) thank you so much, hope you enjoyed!!

dividers: all me!! feel free to use, they're just lines and emoticons after all, nothin fancy😭

taglist!!: @sophand4n4 @annsx03 @sinarainbows @jjmaybankswifes-blog @hannahsturniolo

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yawl.

(i'm the one on the left) but actually looking the man i just wrote a nasty fanfic about in the face was.. scary😭

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TAGLISTTTTT

ONCE I FIGURE THAT SHIT OUT YES BBY U WILL BE THE FIRST ONE ON THERE😭

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YES YES YES I NEED MATT AS MATT MURDOCK

OKAY HELL YEAH !! i take a while to write so don't hate me but ill get something out 🌝😁

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Since my first eva fic is doin so well.. call me crazy but i so had an idea that stemmed from the whole spiderman!sturniolo au thingy so creds to whoever came up with that first!! Im a total marvel geek so hear me out.. the triplets as team red🌝 like; chris as spiderman/peter parker, nick as deadpool/wade wilson, and matt as daredevil/matt murdock. would anyone even read that?.. cuz i wanna write it😝😭

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JUST A FAVOR

( Bsf!Chris x Inexperienced!Reader ) when chris finds out that reader has never been pleasured by a man before, he decides to take matters into his own hands.

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 3.5

-`✮´- 4.1k

contains. flirting, making out, teasing, hickeys, fingering, pussy eating.

The soft patter of rain against her apartment window serves as a soothing backdrop as Y/N wipes away her makeup. The day had been exhausting—her car stubbornly refusing to start, followed by an endless stream of exams, and finally, sitting through an hour-long conversation with her friends about their latest hookups and messy situationships. It wasn’t that she minded hearing about their experiences; it just felt… repetitive.

Y/N, though, couldn't relate those stories. She was a virgin—not totally untouched, but a virgin nonetheless. The thought lingered, making her feel like an outcast. She wasn’t naive—she’d tried a little of this and a little of that in the past, but never the “real thing.” Even though it's not usually something she'd dwell on, she still felt as though she was falling behind, that most women her age had already been there done that, leaving her in their wake.

Safe to say, Y/N was beyond exhausted, begging for the comfort of her bed. She snuggled under the covers, the warmth settling in as she began to relax. Just as she was about to drift off, a ding from her phone broke the comfortable silence, causing her to squint an eye open. A groan escaped her lips as she rolled over, burying her face into the pillow below her as she reaches for the phone on her nightstand.

It was a text from Chris, her best friend, which read, “u ready for movie night?”

Fuck. She’d totally forgotten she promised him they’d watch some random, cheesy movie together.

With a sigh, Y/N typed out a quick reply, the screen glowing dimly in the darkness. “I don’t feel like driving 😓😓”

She bit her lip as she waited, watching the little animated dots bounce up and down in the silence. A new message popped up: “want me to come over instead?”

Y/N hesitated, her thumb hovering over the screen for a moment. “could u? sorry, im just tired."

“sure :)” The reply came almost instantly.

Relieved, she tossed the phone back onto the nightstand as she hopped out of bed, deciding the oversized sweater and booty shorts she would usually sleep in aren’t quite appropriate for the occasion. After changing into pajama pants and a snug baby tee, she gently plays with her hair, double checking that it's not messy from lying in bed. Satisfied, she shuffles over to her small living room, plopping onto the couch and opening TikTok to pass the time while waiting for Chris.

It’s only a few minutes before her phone buzzes with a text from him—he’s here. Y/N opens the door to find Chris standing there, damp, his hair flopped over his eyes.

“The snacks are soaked,” he mumbles, a jokingly childish pout forming on his lips.

Y/N rolls her eyes, stepping aside to let him in. “You didn’t have to bring snacks… I’ve got plenty.”

Chris shrugs, looking down at the plastic grocery bag. “Yeah, well, you don’t have good snacks.”

“I have good snacks,” she responds mockingly with a smile, locking the door behind him.

He pulls out a package of goldfish and gushers, shaking his head. “No, you don’t. You like boring, healthy shit.”

“Whatever you say,” she grins, motioning for him to sit beside her as she settles on the couch.

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The movie is playing, but neither of them really care for it. It’s just background noise for their chatter. Chris grumbles about his brothers, and Y/N rambles about college—though she keeps the real reason she’s feeling off to herself. Chris knows her too well, though, and not even the smallest shift in her mood goes unnoticed by him.

“What’s wrong, kid?” he asks gently, his tone softening.

“It’s nothing, m’okay.” she says, forcing a small smile, but Chris isn’t buying it. He raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.

Y/N sighs, the weight of her thoughts pressing on her. She finally blurts it out, “I’m just… always listening to my friends’ hookup stories. And it’s—ugh—it just… bothers me.”

Chris shifts on the couch, leaning in a little closer as he chuckles lightly, his expression full of curiosity. “Why does that bother you? I’ve told you shit like that before.”

Y/N’s heart rate quickens as she feels a wave of embarrassment spread through her. Her hands fidget in her lap. “Be-cauuuse…” she stammers, struggling to find the words. “I can’t—like, I can’t relate to any of it. Makes me feel like a loser.”

Her usual laid-back attitude has completely vanished, replaced by the tension of her embarrassment. Chris stares at her for a moment, his brow furrowing, trying to make sense of what she’s saying. Then, his face relaxes as realization hits, his eyes darting away for a second before locking back onto hers.

“You never told me you were a virgin,” Chris teases, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Y/N squints her eyes. “Chris—don’t start.”

“Alright, alright,” he says, throwing his hands up in mock surrender.

A beat of silence hangs between them, and then Chris leans in a bit, curiosity piqued. “So, whatcha waiting for?”

“Whaddaya mean?”

“Like, why haven’t you?”

Y/N sighs, shifting to face Chris. “That shit’s scary," she responds with a nervous giggle.

Chris lets out a quiet, amused breath through his nose. “What’s scary about it?” he asks casually.

She exhales sharply, her voice growing more animated. “Getting with the wrong guy, getting used, and, oh I dunno, pregnancy. Shall I continue?”

Chris’s smile falters as he registers her words. “Alright, fair. But the right guy isn’t gonna just like fall into your lap.”

“True..” she trails off, her tone a bit more casual, albeit still embarrassed. “But most of the guys I’m interested in are, like… fuck boys; Body count of twenty, can't remember your name, that kinda shit.”

“That’s your own fault,” Chris retorts with a teasing grin, dodging the playful shoulder punch she throws his way.

Y/N scoffs, but they both settle into a comfortable silence, their attention drifting back to the movie.

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“That was butt booty ass low-key,” Y/N states as the movie ends, pushing herself off the couch to toss the empty popcorn bowl in the sink.

Chris glances up from his phone, unfazed. “Meh, it wasn’t that bad.”

He scrolls through his notifications, not too concerned about the movie’s quality.

Y/N returns, plopping back onto the couch next to him and stretching her arms overhead. “…What’s it like?” she asks suddenly, her voice softer than usual.

“Huh?” Chris looks up from his phone, locking it and setting it aside face down on the couch.

“Like… your first time,” she trails off, her eyes drifting away.

Chris chuckles, tilting his head slightly. “Still thinkin' 'bout that, huh?” He turns his body to face her, a teasing grin on his lips.

Y/N shrugs, her gaze shifting shyly. “Um… well, it was awkward as shit, but… it was nice,” he admits casually, as if he’s talking about any old memory. “Do you ever regret it?”

Chris shakes his head, thinking for a second. “Nah, I was clueless, but it wasn’t bad for a first time. Why you askin'?”

Y/N hesitates, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “…Jus’… I don’t know,” she mutters meekly.

Chris tilts his head, considering her for a moment before speaking up. “I know you’re a virgin, but… you’re not like totally inexperienced, right?”

Y/N hesitates for a second before answering. “Well—no, but it’s been a while.”

Chris raises an eyebrow. “What’ve you done, then?”

Y/N takes a moment to think. “I’ve… given head before, and a handjob.”

Chris leans back against the arm of the couch, his expression shifting as he processes that. “So you've never like- received?” He cringes at his phrasing, having attempted to soften it yet only making it more awkward.

Y/N nods, her eyes downcast. “Yeah. I’m too embarrassed to let anyone see me like that.”

Chris lets out a small “huh,” as if processing the vulnerability in her words. He then continues, a little gentler this time. “How long has it been?”

“…Four years.”

“Damn!” Chris exclaims, caught off guard, then quickly clears his throat to cover up his slightly inappropriate reaction. “Sorry...”

Y/N looks away, her voice quiet as she explains, “It’s not that I haven’t had the chance… I was just too scared.”

Chris shifts closer, his hand resting gently on her knee. “Don’t be scared,” he says softly, his tone serious now. “It’s not somethin' worth stressin' over.”

Y/N glances down at Chris’s hand resting on her knee. Normally, it would be a comforting gesture, but with the direction of the conversation, all it does is bring a flush to her cheeks.

Chris notices immediately, picking up on her shy demeanor. He suppresses a smug grin, eyes squinting playfully. “Ya alright there?”

Y/N looks up, her tone sharp and accusing. “Chris, you’re doing this on purpose.”

Chris breathes out a laugh, a proud look settling in. “I wasn’t… but I am now.”

Without hesitation, he slides his hand higher, gently moving towards her thigh.

Y/N’s voice betrays her unamused warning. “Chris.” She tries to sound disinterested and stern, but all that comes out is a nervous edge.

Chris leans in slightly, his gaze intense, though his tone remains teasing. “You wanna try somethin' out?”

Y/N’s eyes widen, her heart skipping a beat. “What are you hinting at?” Her words come out softly, betraying her shock.

He doesn’t break eye contact, his expression softer now. “Maybe not the first, but I could give you a first.”

The air between them thickens. Y/N swallows hard, trying to keep her composure. “Are you asking to, like- ya know...” She can't bring herself to actually say the words, embarrassed at the thought of his implication.

Chris shrugs nonchalantly, though there’s something serious in his eyes. “Why not?”

“You’d do that?… Like—it wouldn't be weird?”

“Why would it be weird?” His voice is steady, but there’s a hint of amusement in his eyes as he scoots closer.

She swallows, her gaze shifting down to her lap. “I… I don’t know…” The words barely leave her lips, quieter than she intended, laced with uncertainty.

"You don't gotta be so nervous, it's alright." Chris reassures through subtle laughter, shifting his hand from her thigh to her waist.

Y/N sighs through her nose. "Are we really doing this?..." She whispers breathlessly, her eyes gentle as she looks up at her friend.

"Only if you want to..." He responds lazily as he leans in, hovering his lips over hers.

She manges to get out a shy hum of permission, causing Chris to let an amused breath out of his nose. "Use your words," Chris taunts as he grins against her parted lips.

"I want this"

"Atta' girl" Chris mumbles before closing the gap between them, capturing her in a gentle but passionate kiss.

Y/N lets out a small gasp before slowly melting into the kiss. Her movements are hesitant and lacking confidence, allowing Chris to take the lead. The fear of not doing good enough for him creeps into the back of her mind, making her hesitate. Noticing her uncertainty, Chris gently pulls away, his gaze soft as he meets her nervous eyes.

“Ya alright?” he asks, his voice gentle with concern as he brushes his thumb against her neck.

"M'nervous... sorry," she responds, averting her eyes from him.

Chris drags his hand from her neck to her cheek. "Relax, I gotchu," He mumbles as he dives back in, a bit hungrier this time. Y/N quietly moans against his lips as they attack hers, gentle enough to not overwhelm her as it's clear he's holding back.

His hand travels down to rest at her waist, pulling her closer to him. The kiss becomes sloppier the longer it goes on, neediness building up in Y/N as restraint breaks down in Chris.

If Chris could get what he wanted, he'd take her right here on this couch; but he cares too much about making this perfect for her to ever so much as attempt it.

He pulls away to catch his breath, eyes softening as she looks up at him. Her flushed cheeks, the wetness of her plump lips, those fucking needy eyes. Everything about the sight makes his body grow hot and his pants feel uncomfortably tighter.

"Fuck.. you look so hot," He whispers breathlessly, shamelessly pulling her onto his lap with ease. Y/N's eyes widen as her hands fly to his chest in an attempt to steady herself. Chris's hands fall to her hips, searching her face for any hint of uncertainty. "I wan' make you feel good.." He mumbles as he ghosts his fingers along her sides, following the curvature of her body.

Y/N sighs as she drops her head against his shoulder, screwing her eyes shut to compose herself. "Ya killin' me Chris," her breath fans against Chris's neck when she speaks, sending shivers down his spine. He teases with a cocky tone to his voice, "I haven't even done anything yet."

"Shut up" Y/N lifts her head from his shoulder and flashes a shy smile at him, her face hot with embarrassment.

Chris tilts his head and leans in to pepper soft kisses to her jaw, smiling against her skin. Her mouth hangs open, allowing a sigh to escape her lips as he trails his own down her neck; his hand's gentle grip on either side of her jaw tilts her head to the side, allowing him better access.

Chris chuckles against her neck, his breath fanning against the delicate skin causing her to shudder.

"Ever been marked up?" He questions, not allowing her enough time to answer before he sucks a hickey into her neck, eliciting a whiny moan from her sweet lips. "N-no," She attempts to answer, her response coming out as more of a whimper than a statement.

Chris detaches from her neck, pulling away with a grin. "Now ya have," he states proudly, licking a stripe over the forming bruise and planting soft kisses on the skin.

Y/N shuffles on his lap, prompting a low groan to escape from the back of Chris's throat. "Fuck- don't do that," he warns, gripping her hips tighter to plant her in place. Chris looks up at her with pleading eyes, practically begging her to quit squirming. Chris shifts slightly, the new angle allowing her to feel his hardening cock press against his sweats.

Y/N's eyes widen, feeling heat rush to her cheeks. Chris gently rolls his hips up experimentally, dragging out a small gasp from Y/N's throat. "Can't wait any more, need ya so bad," He murmurs, lazily dragging hot kisses across her neck. Chris moves her off of his lap as he shifts on the couch, placing a hand on her outter thigh and leaning in for another kiss.

He runs his hand across her thigh, growing closer and closer to her heat. "You okay with this?" Chris mumbles a lazy ask of consent against her lips, satisfied when she gives him a head nod of agreement. He cups her, running a finger along her clothed folds. Y/N lets out quiet sigh against his plump lips; the corners of them twitching up into a grin.

Chris hastily dips his hand under the waistband of her panties, his finger quickly being covered in her arousal. He rubs lazy circles on her clit, earning a soft whimper as she throws her head back against the back of the couch.

"So fuckin' wet f'me." he mumbles before diving into her neck.

"F-fuck Chris."

"Yeah?" He mocks, a teasing tone in his voice.

Chris has already had enough of this; he wants to taste her. Y/N gets the memo when he removes his hand from her pants and lifts it up to his mouth, licking every drop of her juices of off his finger. He looks down at her with needy eyes, anticipating her consent.

“…Please, Chris…” she finally gives in.

Chris wastes no time in yanking her pants down her legs, his eagerness drawing a sharp gasp from Y/N. The sound makes him pause, eyes flicking up to meet her amused yet shocked gaze. His lidded eyes soften as he realizes just how desperate he seems.

A breathy laugh escapes him, his head dropping in embarrassment. A hint of shame lingers in his smile as his hands settle on either side of her thighs, steadying himself over her.

“Sorry…” he chuckles, still looking down, his grin sheepish.

Y/N lifts a hand to his hair, twirling a strand between her fingers as she fights back a giggle.

Chris lets out an embarrassed huff of air, lifting his head just enough to meet her eyes.

“Needy, much?” she taunts, a proud smile on her lips.

His tongue presses into the inside of his cheek as he rolls his eyes. “Don’t start with me,” he mutters, shaking his head.

Before she can fire back, his hands grip her hips, shifting her beneath him in one smooth motion. She giggles as her back meets the couch, her head resting against the armrest, his body hovering just above hers.

Chris tugs her pants the rest of the way off, tossing them aside without a second thought.

His eyes dart up to meet hers, catching the playful glint in her eyes where nervousness and hesitation once lingered. He fights back a smile, determined to play it cool as his hands slide up her waist, fingers grazing the warm skin.

His thumbs push the soft fabric of her shirt higher, gliding over her ribs until they pause just beneath her breasts.

Chris glances up at her once more, his eyes silently asking for permission.

Y/N bites her lip before offering a tentative nod, her lashes fluttering shut.

His gaze drops back down to her torso as he runs his tongue along his bottom teeth, the muscle pressing against the inside of his lip. With slow precision, he eases her shirt higher, the snug fabric resisting as it stretches over the curve of her chest.

Chris sucks in a breath at the sight of her, his tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip.

“No bra?” he teases, his voice low and playful, watching as Y/N’s face flushes. His hand moves to her soft chest, gently squeezing as his gaze lingers.

His thumb traces lightly over her sensitive nub, causing a small gasp to escape her lips. Y/N screws her eyes shut, turning her head to the side as her face flushes with embarrassment.

Chris lets out a soft chuckle as he leans down. His lips brush against her chest, the touch light, almost like a whisper. He moves slowly, deliberately, letting his lips linger as they travel lower, each kiss adding to the ache in her core.

He pauses just above the waistband of her panties, his breath warm against her skin. The air feels heavier, thick with anticipation, as he stays there for a moment longer than necessary, savoring the tension.

He presses his knee between her legs, gently pushing them apart to make space for himself. With a firm grip, he hooks his hands beneath her thighs, bending her knees and spreading her even further.

His fingers move to push her panties aside, lips brushing over her core with feather-light kisses, just enough to tease her. Chris focuses on her clit, the place he knows she needs him most, but each peck is soft—too soft to fully satisfy her.

Pulling away from her, his eyes lock onto her glistening folds. He sighs at the view. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…” His voice is heavy, breathless, as he tugs her panties the rest of the way off, lifting her legs onto his shoulders.

Y/N’s breath hitches, her chest rising and falling with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She bites her lower lip, eyes fluttering shut as a shiver runs down her spine.

Chris's tongue slowly laps over her heat, saliva mixing with arousal as he gently licks up every last bit of her, savoring the taste. Y/N’s hand meets his head, fingers burying themselves in his brown locks, gripping a little too hard as if to steady herself. Her breath quickens as she throws her head back, the pull on his hair matching the need coursing through her.

Chris groans against her, grinding his hips into the couch to somewhat relieve the ache of his hard cock. Countless soft mewls spill from Y/N’s lips, but it isn’t until a breathy, strained whimper of his name escapes her throat that he finally loses control.

All restraint gets tossed aside in his mind as he fully dives in, devouring her with undeniable hunger; as if he’s finally allowing himself everything he’s been holding back.

"F-fuck Chris.." She whimpers out, biting her hand to quiet her noises, an attempt to save herself from embarrassment. His eyes travel up to her face as he licks and sucks at her needy cunt, his eyes dark with need. He pulls away from her for a brief moment, his ragged breathing matching hers as the string of saliva between them connects him to her puffy pussy. Y/N whines in frustration as she looks down at him, lips just inches away from her drooling core.

“Stop covering ya mouth. Need to hear ya… I wanna hear ya.” Chris says softly, his voice at odds with the teasing nature of his actions.

Y/N complies, mumbling a whiny apology. She stares down at him—God, he looks so fucked out. She probably looks more so, but that thought barely registers. His lips are swollen, pink, slick with her juices. His low eyes beam with want—like he needs this

He dives in again, needing to taste her pussy; craving it even more than watching her needy face. When Y/N squirms, he grips her hips, holding her still.

"mm- Chris!-.. ffuuucckk.."

Chris stifles a chuckle as his mouth licks and suckles at her cunt, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into her hip while his other hand holds underneath her thigh. One of her legs has now fallen off his shoulder, hanging over the edge of the couch; It’s probably not the most attractive position, but neither of them care enough to notice.

Chris quickens his movements when he feels her shudder, her body tensing as her breath turns ragged.

"Chris- m’close…” Y/N mumbles, her words so slurred even she barely understands them—but Chris does.

“Ya gonna cum f’me, pretty girl? So soon?” He teases, his voice heavy with lust, murmuring against her wet cunt.

Y/N lets out a weak chuckle that slips into a moan. "Shut up," she breathes, her teasing tone getting lost in needy whines.

Her body trembles she begins to break down, skin burning with need. Chris’s movements turn quick and sloppy. His focus shifts to her sensitive bud, his pointed tongue flicking and swirling over her clit.

"ah-ahnn-.. fuuuck- Chris!" Her voice hitched, a soft, broken sound, as his tongue gently continued, guiding her through her high.

"Shiiiiiit.." Y/N’s eyes flutter shut in bliss, her brows knitting as she parts her lips, dragging in a shaky breath.

Chris’s movements only slow when she flinches away, the relentless stimulation overwhelming her. He licks up the last traces of her slick, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Carefully, he eases her leg off his shoulder, giving her thigh a reassuring squeeze before settling above her.

"Ya alright baby?" Chris teases softly, a sexy tone in his voice. The rising and falling of Y/N's chest calms down, and her eyes finally squint open. "God, yes.."

He rests his body weight on her, making his very noticeable bulge poke against her inner thigh. "You okay?" Y/N asks softly, her hand tracing down his torso.

Chris shakes his head in response, gently griping her wrist and moving her hand away from his groin. "Don't worry 'bout me, it'll go down."

“You sure?..” Y/N asks, confusion flickering across her face as he pretty much turns down a handjob.

He nods subtly, then climbs off her and sits himself back on the couch, casually lifting her shaky legs into his lap.

“Yeah.. today’s all about you. Some other time, maybe.” His voice low as he rubs her thigh with a gentle palm, a smug little smirk playing on his lips as he looks over at her.

a/n: first ever fic thingy.. kinda nervy🌝 i literally teased this like 2 months ago and then never posted it cuz i got too scared to WHOOPSSSS SORRYYYY😓 but in all seriousness hope you enjoyed, got off to this or whatever u do when reading, thx for checking me out !! if u have any suggestions or constructive criticism i welcome it with open arms, lemme know if u want more from me and thx for reading !!🥰

dividers: all me!! feel free to use, they're just lines and emoticons after all, nothin fancy😭

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i'm like in the middle of writing smth freaky rn but i soooo don't wanna post it cuz like im scared🌝 like what if my writing's absolute dawg shit and i just embarrass myself😓😭

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LMFAOAOA ILY😭😭

if anyone can find a specific matt fic where he's like a porn director and the reader's a porn star and she's having problems making her acting believable so he "helps her out" and it turns out that he was actually also a porn star for me that'd be great thanks🥰 (i've been searching far and wide for weeks.)

[urvampygf]

if anyone can find a specific matt fic where he's like a porn director and the reader's a porn star and she's having problems making her acting believable so he "helps her out" and it turns out that he was actually also a porn star for me that'd be great thanks🥰 (i've been searching far and wide for weeks.)

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