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ꗃ ⋆ ࣪ . heaven can wait » smut

warning; best friend/roommate!chan, kinda sub!chan..., masturbation (m), accidental edging lol, being walked in on, some making out, hickies, slight thigh riding, handjob 🤝 blowjob, surprise humiliation kink!, facial lolll, implied round 2

girl like me - dove cameron
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christopher bang is a great friend—correction, best friend. he's your other half, according to him.

chan is such a marvelous best friend that he makes care packages for you when you're severely under the weather or just on the brink of throwing a brick at your neighbor's window. he'll do these things for you, even when he feels like he's going to be the one the brick is aimed at.

chan is a spectacular best friend, and that's why you guys moved in together. sure, it brought along challenges, but nothing a pair of for-lifers couldn't get through with some talking and some alcohol on your side. he let you have almost every say in the household decorations because he has no clue how to do that stuff, anyway.

the man himself thinks about these factors plus a dozen more as he simultaneously eyes the phone in his hand. the other hand is already tracing its way down slowly, grazing past his belt as he sits here.

it's not like he thinks that just because he's your best friend that he can do these things, not at all. in fact, these are all reasons he shouldn't cross this line. along with this, he wonders if he'll still be a good friend if he does this.

you won't even be home today, you're having a sleepover with hikaru, so there's technically nothing stopping him, especially with the front door locked and his bedroom door open just incase someone happens to knock.

oh shit. he's already planned this all out, and that means he's already committed.

he takes one last look at the innocent selfie you sent him not to long ago of your outfit of the day and whispers, "fuck it."

with skill, he unclasps his belt with one hand and pulls down his pants. his boxers are still on, but that's how he thinks you would do it if you were actually here; you would kiss him like your life depended on it as you swiftly undid his belt, only to slow down and palm him over his underwear at an agonizing pace. he would even beg if you asked him to.

chan does all of these things as he imagines them. he teases the tip of his cock with his thumb, whining at the flushed color of it. he runs the pad of his finger along his slit and he whimpers, a loud, guttural whimper.

he finally lets himself get to the point, fisting his dick with a mix of pre-cum and spit as lubricant. he decides to be brave and stare at the photo while listening to the wet sounds coming from down below, and he finds himself pausing so he doesn't get to the edge too fast.

getting to this point was earth-shatteringly difficult. for months, he's never allowed himself to think of you while he touched himself. if he ever does, he halts himself immediately and pictures someone else, like an actress he likes, or just anyone—anyone that isn't you.

the only reason he's crossing this line is because he made a deal with himself, and that was that you'd never have to find out. why didn't he think of that earlier? you'll simply just stay unaware and keep flaunting around like some supermodel that's graced chan with her presence.

christopher bang is a great friend even if he does this, right?

he moans. but not just any moan; he moans your name.