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that one night. . . 𖥔 ݁ ᥫ᭡

❝ sex with me so amazing. . . ❞ — sex with me, rihanna

chris is the cousin of naomi's best friend, and she has never seen him in that way. well, not until they get left alone together and she accidentally starts seeing him in a new light — and gets him hard.

. . . a deleted scene from my fic NEEDED ME on wattpad (read HERE) 💌

WARNINGS: SMUT ! head (m!receiving), male masturbation, cowgirl, use of pet names (baby)

if she’s being honest, naomi’s wanted to leave this bonfire party since the minute she stepped onto the beach. she forced herself to stay for a few hours, partly because she was hoping for it to get fun eventually (it didn’t) and partly for mariella.

it’s two in the morning and she’s had enough now, so she’s now leaning against matt’s minivan, waiting for mariella to finally get her ass into the car so they can leave. she sighs, resting her head against the car behind her, so bored that it’s becoming frustrating. she was nominated designated driver tonight, which was fine since she wasn’t in the mood to drink anyway, but now she’s wishing she was at least a bit tipsy. that’s how bored she is.

mariella finally comes into view, stumbling off of the beach with a girl naomi doesn’t recognize. she immediately sighs, realizing that this is yet another hookup, so she’s going to be spending the rest of the night alone. mariella has been hooking up with girls left and right this summer, and while naomi doesn’t have anything against casual flings, — she’s engaged in a few herself this summer — she doesn’t understand why her best friend is putting so much effort into hoeing around now when they’re about to start college. each to their own, she supposes.

naomi opens the door, climbing into the driver’s seat. she’s a little shocked when mariella doesn’t get into to the passenger, before she remembers the other girl joining them. she’s about to start driving when the passenger side door suddenly swings open, and chris clambers inside the car.

“you’re going home, right?” he asks, and naomi simply nods. she’s got nothing against chris coming with them, obviously, but she’s just a little surprised that he would willingly leave a party so early. from what she’s heard, he’s become a total party animal and player during his first year of college, which she’s curious about seeing with her own eyes when she and mariella join the triplets at UCLA in the fall.

something that’s also odd is that chris has barely had anything to drink tonight. every other party they’ve been to this summer, he’s been absolutely wasted, and she’s helped matt carry him home more times than she can count in this month alone. though tonight, she noticed that he spent hours mulling over one beer, declining shots and going nowhere near the keg. it was weird behavior for him, but she’s trying not to think anything of it.

she reverses out of the parking spot, wishing she’d connected her phone to the aux as she cruises down the road. all she can hear is mariella and the girl giggling in the back, whispering into one another’s ears very loudly. when they stop at the first stoplight, naomi takes the opportunity to steal a glance at chris, her eyes widening ever so slightly when she finds that he’s already looking at her.

even as the light turns green and she tears her eyes away from him, naomi can still feel the weight of his gaze on her. she briefly looks at him once more, knowing she should probably be focused on driving, but the way he’s looking her up and down has her thoughts running wild. what is up with him tonight? he’s acting nothing like the chris she knows, even thought she’s barely seen him in the past year thanks to him being at a college across the country.

she forces herself to just stare at the road before her for the rest of the drive, and before naomi knows it, they’ve arrived back at the sturniolo’s house. they live closer to the beach than mariella and naomi’s families, so they decided before the party that they’d all sleep here. naomi’s now wondering how matt and nick are going to get home, but she just hopes they get an uber or ride with a friend because she really doesn’t feel like going to pick them up later.

“let’s watch a movie!” mariella suddenly exclaims, her and the girl on her side both bursting into a fit of drunken giggles. chris and naomi share a look, and he shrugs.

“sure, we can watch it in my room,” he offers, and mariella nods excitedly, grabbing the hand of her date/hookup (naomi’s honestly not sure) and leading her up the stairs. naomi lets chris go first, but he gestures to the stairs, waiting for her to go first.

“ladies first,” he says sarcastically, and she rolls her eyes and grins at him as she begins making her way up the stairs. mariella and the girl have already claimed spots on chris’ bed, and naomi rushes to join them. chris walks into his own room, sighing as he sees there’s no more space for him to comfortably sit on the bed to watch the movie. grabbing his tv remote, he drags his desk chair over to the side of his bed and sits down on it, right next to where naomi is on his bed.

“what should we watch?” the girl asks, and everyone exchanges confused glances. mariella looks like she’s deep in thought for a moment, before she gasps with excitement and snatches the remote from chris. naomi’s curious about what she’ll pick — her best friend has pretty good taste in movies, in her opinion — but she’s immediately disappointed when she sees the girl start to type in the word after.

“are you kidding, mari?” naomi sighs. “after?”

“bro, nah,” chris chimes in. “that movie is straight up ass.”

“i don’t care. it’s funny,” mariella shrugs, grinning. naomi lets out another frustrated sigh, before accepting her fate and leaning back against chris’ headboard as the opening credits play.

the movie has been playing for maybe forty-five minutes when the first sex scene comes on, which instantly makes mariella and the other girl burst into a fit of giggles. their drunkenness seems even more obvious now that naomi’s forced to watch this mind-numblingly bad movie.

meanwhile, chris shifts in his chair, and naomi feels bad. he’s definitely uncomfortable, but there really isn’t any more space on the bed. there would be, except mariella and her little friend aren’t even giving naomi much to work with.

chris looks frustrated, chewing at his bottom lip as he keeps his eyes glued to the scene. his expression doesn’t change from a bored look, despite the way his body is tensing.

a moment later, mariella suddenly gets up from the bed, pulling the girl with her. “we’re gonna… go now,” she announces, chuckling to herself. chris rolls his eyes, and naomi just laughs.

“go fuck in nick’s room,” chris says to his cousin. “it’ll really piss him off.”

“good idea!” mariella agrees, squeezing the girl’s hand as they run out of the room. chris and naomi are left all alone, and suddenly everything seems hot and uncomfortable and quiet.

it feels strangely warmer in the room now, and naomi doesn’t want to be here for a reason she doesn’t know. she clears her throat awkwardly, “i should probably go too.”

chris’ eyebrows shoot to the top of his forehead, and he tuts at her. “c’mon, naomi,” he says. “at least watch the rest of the movie with me.”

there’s no good excuse for why she wouldn’t — because saying “i feel really hot and dizzy being in a room with just you and i don’t why” isn’t really a viable option right now. so, naomi stays, getting herself comfortable on the bed now that she has more space. her eyes shift back to the screen, but she’s instantly distracted when chris gets up from his desk chair and plops down onto his bed next to her.

he’s so close that their arms and legs are touching, and even though there’s so much more space for him, he doesn’t move. naomi doesn’t move either, not wanting to make him notice, so she just tries her best to focus on the shitty movie that’s playing, but she can’t.

she’s grown up with chris. they’ve slept in the same bed, shared clothes, even shared a toothbrush before. she’s practically as close with him as mariella is, so she doesn’t understand why his presence is now so. . . weird.

no, not weird. attractive. which is so, so much worse.

naomi literally has to press her thighs together to control her thoughts, uninvited ones that are suddenly entering her brain. they’re about chris, about sex, about chris and sex, yet all hazy and undefined. because she knows that they’re not real, and never will be.

chris is hot, objectively. naomi just never expected she’d find him hot. it’s unsettling, especially with him being so close.

distracted by her thoughts, naomi doesn’t realize that she’s been fidgeting. from where she keeps shifting in the bed, her hand has repeatedly been grazing chris’ leg and torso which is beginning to drive him crazy. he’s been uncontrollably horny all night and he has no idea why — though being near naomi is starting to provide a little bit of an explanantion now. it’s so wrong, but somehow that just makes it better.

“naomi, you gotta stop moving,” chris grits out as her hand brushes his thigh again, completely unbeknowst to her.

“sorry, i’m just trying to get comfortable,” she replies apologetically, moving again. her fingers are about to glide over his clothed dick when chris grabs her wrist, stopping her from moving, and naomi’s head snaps in his direction. she looks like a deer caught in headlights, shocked by his sudden movement, and chris would feel bad, were he not rock hard right now.

“shit,” he breathes, hardly able to hold eye contact with her. “are you doin’ this on purpose or something? are you tryin’ to make me hard?”

his last sentence clearly catches her off guard, as her eyes widen for a split second. much to chris’ surprise, her lips then curve upwards into a grin and she shrugs innocently. “never,” she tells him.

“uh-huh,” chris nods slowly, a smirk now playing on his lips. “you uh, you sure about that? 'cause it felt like you wanted something from me."

“me?” naomi questions, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. “because in the car it seemed a whole lot more like you wanted something.”

“ah, you caught me,” chris shrugs carelessly, not even lying at this point.

naomi ignores him, not sure if he’s joking, and goes back to watching the movie. by now, she’s been distracted for so long that she doesn’t even know what’s going on anymore. it just so happens to be that the characters are about to have sex again. of course. mariella’s choice of entertainment really isn’t helping her get these strange thoughts about chris out of her mind right now.

chris leans forward to block naomi’s view of the screen, clearly trying to get her attention as he gestures to the tent in his pants. naomi just shakes her head at him, pressing her lips together to stop herself from smiling.

“you said we should finish the movie,” she reminds him. “so that’s exactly what i’m doing.”

chris scoffs and rolls his eyes, reaching for the remote. “fuck the movie,” he says to her. “you can’t get me hard and then not do anything about it.”

“i’m not sure that’s what you want, christopher,” naomi quips, moving to shuffle forward off of the bed. but before she can stand up, he grabs at her wrist and tugs on it, nearly making her lose her balance, and pulls her hand to himself. her palm is pressed flush to his groin and. . . oh.

oh.

well.

this is not what she expected. it seems stupid, considering he literally just admitted that she made him hard, but despite their banter just now, she didn’t think anything would actually happen.

chris’ jaw rolls as he holds her gaze. “you have no fucking idea what i want.”

it almost takes her breath away, the low tone of his voice and the thick ridge that lays under her fingers. the damp ache between her thighs seems to suddenly become a lot more obvious, especially as she looks into his blue eyes that are now all pupil. full of lust.

she’s never thought about chris in this way before, didn’t even think she could. but now that she is, now that she’s seeing it right before her very eyes, naomi wants it. she really, really wants it.

chris suddenly twists in her direction, placing his hands on her waist and pulling her onto his lap. his grip tightens, fingers brushing against her skin and naomi’s breath hitches, ever so slightly. he moves in closer, and she can feel his hot breath on her neck.

“i’m gonna kiss you now,” chris tells her, his voice so quiet it’s almost a whisper, his lips grazing her ear.

“yeah,” she replies, and chris immediately grins before leaning forward to place his mouth to hers. his tongue instantly slips into her mouth, searching for hers, just as he reaches around her waist to pull her closer to him. naomi returns the gesture, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him to her, to which chris responds by smiling against her lips.

from there, her hands move to his neck, her skin burning hot against his as she moves further upwards, running her fingers through his hair and tugging lightly. as she does so, chris pulls away slightly, his chest moving up and down as he breathes heavily.

"fuck, nai, you can't—" he pants, but she cuts him off.

"can't what?" she grins, and he presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, almost in disbelief at her words. his hands then trail upwards from her waist to rest on her neck, right as he leans forward to kiss her again.

she kisses him back, their lips moving in sync with each other. naomi’s mind swirls with a million thoughts — she's now realizing how badly she wants this and the fact that she may have wanted it for a long while.

chris leans back against the bedframe, with naomi leaning forward to deepen their kiss, her breath hitching slightly as he puts his hands on her waist once more. throughout the kiss, he fiddles with the hem of her tank top, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin, making her heart beat even faster. his hands are still on her hips as she brings her own back up to run through his hair, feeling the softness of it against her fingers.

chris uses his hands to pull her closer, and naomi can feel her body responding to his actions as she kisses him harder. she practically melts into him as her hands now find their place on his neck by his collarbone. unable to stop herself, she tugs his bottom lip between her teeth before kissing him again. chris chuckles mid-kiss, and naomi is struggling to believe that this is actually currently happening. she’s so engrossed in everything chris, chris, chris, that she completely forgets that her best friend — and his cousin — is only a few doors down. at least she’s busy.

her thoughts move away from her best friend when naomi feels chris pressing against her, harder now, and she can't help the grin that forms on her lips. she presses herself further against him, rubbing her body against his, feeling his cock throbbing against her skin.

chris groans in response, and she feels his hands slide down to cup her ass, squeezing gently. then he lifts her slightly so that he can sit up straighter, with her still straddling his lap. she rubs her pussy along his cock through his pants, and he whimpers softly.

"fuck," chris grits out, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

"is this what you want?" naomi responds, reeling in the way he throws his head back against the headboard just at the sound of her voice. "is this why you asked me to stay?"

“i—” he starts, but seems to forget what he planned to say the moment her hand slides into his pants, fingers sliding along his clothed cock. his eyes close as he exhales sharply, opting to just nod in response to her questions. “nai.”

“yes?”

she tugs at his pants, and while chris makes some half-hearted efforts to stop her, probably wanting to be the one in charge, he doesn’t seem to be fully there, so he just lets her pull them down. naomi pulls back her hair and gets off of him, sitting on her heels between his thighs.

chris tries to look away but fails. “you’re so beautiful,” he says, the words low and hushed, like he didn’t mean to say them. “nai, i—”

the words disappear into silence, replaced by a groan as naomi presses a kiss against his hip. “nai, i’m going to—” she runs her nose on the skin of his abdomen, reveling in the way his cock twitches at the touch.

“you’re big, chris,” she tells him then, finally pulling down his boxers and allowing his dick to spring free.

chris inhales sharply. “nai.”

slowly and precisely, naomi wraps her hand around the base of his dick. the head is already shiny and dripping with precum. he’s hard, so hard that above her, his lips are parted as his chest heaves, his skin flushed. she gives him one last look, her eyes meeting his, before licking a long stripe along his cock from the base to the tip.

chris moans loudly and closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of her soft lips as they wrap around him. naomi starts to move her head back and forth, her tongue swirling around his dick. she moans softly as she sucks him, her hand moving up and down his length. she glances up at him and sees him watching her, his hands fisting the sheets.

she uses her hand to stroke him gently while she sucks him. naomi loves the sounds he makes, and she moans softly every time she takes him into her mouth. chris nods, ordering her in hushed tones to give him a moment, go slow, not let him finish too quickly. he clearly can’t help himself though, when he threads his fingers in her hair and presses her head down until her throat is tight around him. naomi can’t help it — she moans around him as her nose presses against his stomach.

chris moans, and talks, repeatedly catching her eyes as he slurs raspy words, mindlessly mumbling. “oh, fuck me,” he grunts, pushing her head further down. “fuck. just like that—god.”

she pulls off of him for a second, and naomi uses her hand to continue jerking him off as her glossy lips twist into am amused smile. “you’re noisy, you know.”

he ignores her, a mix of praises and obscenities leaving his lips as she takes him back into her mouth again. he’s rambling again, spewing things she never expected to hear coming from him — like how perfect her lips and body and eyes are, and how perfect she is doing this — and she’s so turned on that she can’t even be embarrassed.

he pushes her head further onto him then, and naomi lets out a surprised sound when she feels him hit the back of her throat. she gags slightly and pulls back a little bit, but chris holds her head there, his fingers tangling further in her hair. he moans loudly and continues to fuck her face, his fingers digging into her scalp. she moans, her other hand gripping his thigh as she tries not to gag. naomi feels herself getting wetter with each thrust of his cock into her mouth.

chris groans, looking down at her. “can i—?” he was cut off by her tongue swirling around the head, and he involuntary bucked his hips upward. “in your mouth.”

she moans around him as confirmation, as a yes, and that’s all it takes. chris moans and leans back, his cock twitching as he cums into her mouth. she swallows it all, before pulling off of him and sitting back up so they’re at the same level.

with heavy pants, chris stares at her with glassy eyes. “the things i want to do to you,” he says, the words spilling from his lips like he doesn’t even know what he’s saying. “you have no idea.”

naomi is so desperate for him by now thats he doesn’t even care to take a moment to think about the deeper meaning of what he’s just said. instead, she ignores it, because it just sounds so fucking good coming form him.

“do them. do all of them.”

he pulls her into another kiss, a tight grip on her jaw. it’s frantic — she’s biting at his bottom lip as his tongue reenters her mouth, and his hands are moving fown to the material of her shorts, letting the fabric run over his long fingers.

“nai,” he breathes, beginning to press kisses down her neck.

“mhm,” she mumbles in response, eyes closed and barely able to focus. ”yeah?”

“can i fuck you?”

“huh?” she can barely hear him.

”can i fuck you?” he repeats. “please?” he breathes it against the shell of her ear, and it’s not like she can say no. or wants to. she nods her permission and reaches for his cock — which is somehow already half-hard again — but he swats her hand away. she can feel his heart pounding rapidly against her own chest as he jerks himself off. all she can do is watch.

“take off your shorts,” chris tells her, still stroking himself. naomi nods, toying with the edge of the waistband just to tease him, before she pulls them down, exposing herself.

chris’ eyes practically light up as he takes her in, watching like a kid in a candy store as she also pulls off her tank top. his jaw practically drops at the sight, before he seems to regain some of his composure and grins at her.

"you're so wet," he muses, licking his lips. "is this all for me, baby?"

naomi tilts her head to the side at amidst his staring. "are you going to keep your shirt on all night?" she asks, partly out of curiosity but mainly to avoid his question. there’s no way she’s giving him the satisfaction of knowing how much he’s affecting her.

chris raises his eyebrows, seemingly amused, but he obeys her wishes as he pulls his shirt over his head with his free hand. she clamps her lips together to stop her mouth from falling open at the sight of his bare chest. having grown up with him, naomi has seen chris shirtless countless times, but one year of college football has really done him good.

chris removes his hand from his dick and pulls her onto him, immediately sucking in a breath when she lowers her hips and rests her weight on him. he stiffens at the feel of her core right on his crotch. “fuck, nai,” he whispers.

naomi shushes him, pressing a finger to his lips as she pushes her hips even further down, grinding onto him. she lets out a soft whimper at how good he already feels, and this only causes chris to let out a groan as his grip on her hips tightens. his own hips buck up into her as she shifts again, and naomi lets out a frustrated sigh.

“i just want you inside me, chris,” she breathes, and this seems to snap any kind of restraint he may have once had, because he harshly grabs his dick and lines it up with her entrance, allowing her to sink down onto him.

chris grunts into her mouth and naomi moans — he’s filling her deeper than she honestly thought possible. her toes curl as her arms find their way to wrap around his shoulders as she starts to bounce up and down on his lap. chris meets her there, holding her waist firmly as he thrusts up into her.

“you feel so good,” chris grunts, and she clamps around him, whining softly at his compliment. “fuck, nai. . . you’re so fucking tight f’me.”

“you really are noisy,” naomi comments in a teasing tone, though it’s not like she’s being very quiet herself. she moans loudly once again when he thrusts back up into her, much harder than before.

“hypocrite,” he whispers into her ear, making her shudder with pleasure. she continues to grind up and down on his dick, and he’s still fucking up into her to keep the pace, face twisted with pleasure as he never breaks eye contact with her. his lips are pressed tightly together, like he’s now trying to conceal any sounds so she won’t call him noisy again.

so, naomi asks, “am i making you feel good, chris?”

it appears that her saying his name is his weakness, because chris lets out a fast exhale, rutting his hips into her harder and faster. “mhm, yeah— ‘s good, fuck. . .” he pants uncontrollably. “keep going, don’t stop—”

naomi wants to laugh, secretly relishing the way he’s losing his mind — until he moves his hand down and starts rubbing her clit in small, circular motions.

“oh my god,” naomi groans. "fuck, chris, fuck, oh my god—"

“i know, baby,” he grins in response. naomi is snapped out of her trance for a second.

“don’t call me t-that,” she grits out between whimpers, before letting out a gasp as chris removes his finger from her. it’s like she can breathe properly again, though naomi would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little frustrated from being so close to release and having it suddenly ripped from her.

so, she slows down her bouncing on his lap and instead rolls her hips, causing chris’ eyes to screw shut. she immediately feels his movements grow sloppy, even as he attempts to keep the rhythm as he pounds up into her.

“fuck, nai,” he says, the words barely audible. “fuck, i need to— can i?”

“whatever you wanna do, baby,” she replies with a casual shrug. the nickname seems to set him off, as chris whimpers a quiet “oh fuuuuck me. . .” at her words, before he moves forward to slant his lips over hers, tongue diving into her mouth and gliding with hers as his cock twitches once more, before he paints her walls white. he keeps on thrusting into her even as he rides out his own orgasm, desperate for her to reach her own high.

"oh, fuck, chris," she breathes heavily. “i— i’m. . . i’m about to—”

naomi lets out a load moan as her climax hits, convulsing around his cock as chris runs his fingers delicately through her hair. she finally comes down, catching her breath as chris’ hands loosen on her hair and slide back around her waist, neither of them moving.

a second later, naomi seems to have a moment of realization as to what just happened, and quickly pulls herself off of chris and slumps down onto the bed next to him. he simply observes her sudden outburst of stress, watching her with a smirk as she stares blankly.

“i— i’m on the pill, by the way,” she blurts, realizing they completely forgot to use a condom. how did she forget that? not once has she ever forgotten to use protection with a guy, and now suddenly that she’s with chris, of all people, so was so swept up in it that it slipped her mind.

“aw, i would’ve liked to have another version of your pretty face,” chris pouts, the sarcastic tone in his voice making her unsure if she wants to slap him or kiss him.

“mari can never know about this,” she snaps, her voice a mixture of frustrated and frightened. “no one can know.”

chris raises his eyebrows, a flash of something she can’t make out taking over his face for just a second before disappearing again. he reverts his expresison back to neutral and just nods, shrugging his shoulders and picking up his t-shirt from where it was discarded next to him.

“got it, nai,” he says, and she just nods. she checks her phone, eyes widening as she sees four missed calls from nick and seven from matt. shit.

“i need to go pick up matt and nick,” naomi tells chris, though she’s not sure why. he watches as she pulls her clothes back on, moving to do the same.

“i’ll come with you,” he replies, and she shakes her head.

“you should probably clean this up.” she gestures to the bed, but chris shrugs.

“why would i clean it up?” he asks. “does that mean there’s no round two?”

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