Bestfriend (21+ Chris BangChan ff)

Chapter 1- Dressing Room

         My chunky Filas thudded on the dashboard, singing along to the words of 'bestfriend' by Rex Orange County. i wasn't the only one singing, another voice joined mine. Chris BangChan. my bestfriend. Pretty fitting song. This song prettymuch sums up the way i feel about Chris. He's been by bestfriend since middle school. I love everything about him, his goofy smile with his cute dimples, the motivation he gives me, and his veins *cough* but he's my bestfriend, so i can't have a crush on him, right? He tapped on the steering wheel as we chanted the lyrics to the chorus, his aussie accent filtered through the words. We pulled up the mall parking lot. We go to the mall together often either to get clothes (mostly because chris has a way better fashion sense than i could ever have, so he helps me pick outfits) or just to get boba tea and talk about non sense.

I pulled him by the wrist toward one of the shops, he let out his dimpled giggly laugh. I needed a new outfit for my upcoming concert anyways. "Ow, my wrist, since when were you so strong?" He said in his aussie accent. "Since when were you such a wimp?" I laughed at him. I joke to him like this all the time even though i'm clearly lying because how can a man with veins like that be weak.. i highkey just want him to pick me up and- y/n stop getting off topic sksk

My arms soon filled up with clothing items without me even realizing, I don't even remember if it was me picking up items or chris putting them in my hands because half of the clothes i own were picked out by him. "Chrisss, this is too heavy, i'm gonna go try this stuff on."

"Mkay" He followed behind me. He had a few items himself too. I pushed one of the curtains to a dressing room aside, letting my pile of clothes spill out onto the floor. Chris went into the room next to mine. I closed the curtain and stared at the pile, not even knowing where to begin. My eyes were drawn to the black mini dress with lace detailing. i only had about two other good clubbing outfits back home, might as well get another. I slid the dress on, moving my hair behind my shoulders so i could get a better view of the dress in the mirror. It was a little more revealing than the clothes i usually wear but i might as i well try something new. I called Chris' name so i could get a second opinion on if i should get it or not.

"Chris-ie, (my cringey nickname for him) can you come out and tell me what you think of this, i can't tell if i like it or not."

He walked out of his dressing room, my head peeking through the side of my own curtain. His black, long sleeve button up was fully unbuttoned because he was still getting changed when i called him. He seemed to think nothing of it because we are bestfriends after all, it shouldn't matter if i see him like this. I was still peeking through my curtain, admiring his body. He turned and went closer to the front of my dressing room until the only barrier between us was the velvet curtain i was gripping between by fingers. Heat rushed through me as I felt his breath on mine. 

"What was it you wanted me to see?" Chris asked. I was still fixated on him, heat rising between my thighs. I contemplated before letting my hand quietly slip under the dress to try and relieve the knot coiling in my stomach. I don't know why i was acting this way, but i suddenly wanted to feel Chris' lips on mine, feel him. I stared at his lips as my fingers pressed on my heat. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Chris smiled mockingly.  "L-like what?" was all I could manage. I bit my lip to keep any sound from escaping me. "Just let me see what you called me over here for." Chris stepped closer to me, still divided by the fabric. "Come onn, what is ittt?? Why are you hiding behind the curtain, i cant see the outfit." He whined in playful, childish manner. The closer he got to me, the more my desire grew as i pleasured myself. He abruptly pushed past the curtain and closed it behind him, now in the dressing room with me. My reflexes pulled my hand back to my side, but i could tell i wasn't fast enough. I felt my entire body flush in embarrassment. What the fck did i just do?!? He seemed shocked at first, until a soft grin started to grow on his face. He let out a few chuckles as he walked towards me. I slowly walked away from him until my back hit  the wall of the dressing room. He kept walking towards me until there was no space left.

"So this is what you were doing." He said against my neck. Any lighthearted tone that was in his voice had gone, leaving only lust. I felt that knot coil back in my stomach as his exposed chest hovered against mine. 

"It's not what it l-looks like, i was just adjusting the dress-" He could see right through my lie. "Y/n, just admit what you were doing." His breath felt like it was getting closer to my neck, like i couldn't escape from him. "I wasn't doing anything, what do you mean-" I was out of words at this point, my mouth barely moving. "Do you want me to remind you?" Chris glided his hand up my thigh, rubbing small circles. I've only thought of things like this happening in my dreams. My mind is telling me this is wrong, but i don't want him to stop. His hand continued to travel up until reaching my core. He held my left leg against his side as he moved his fingers, so i was partially straddling him now. My breathing quickened and i let my head tilt back onto the wall. Chris gently grabbed my chin until our eyes were leveled. He leaned forward and his lips glided against mine softly before pulling back only after a few seconds. I whined, wanting his lips while also feeling him rub soft circles on my core. I suddenly realized what i just did. I didn't see anybody out there earlier, so we shouldn't get caught if i make anymore noise.

"Is this what you were thinking about?" He slipped a finger into me. I gasped in shock and pleasure. I couldn't even think of the words to respond with, my hands snaked up his torso and stopped at his bleached locks. I gripped his hair, showing the dark brown roots and pulled his lips to mine again. i wouldn't let him tease me again, i moaned into the kiss. I've never kissed with this much passion before, years of desire spilling out of me like a waterfall. I lifted my right leg and Chris wrapped his arms around my waist, so i was now completely straddling him. He pressed his abdomen against me as he continued to kiss me. I could feel my lips swelling up which only made my skin burn more with lust. He grinded his hips softly onto me, i could tell he was being gentle since we've never done anything like this before. I moved my lips to his neck, making purple bruises like i was marking my territory on someone i've always had. He groaned my name. I was nearly at my peak until i heard footsteps outside of the curtain. I quickly pulled my lips from his neck, even though the only thing i wanted to do was to keep them there. He let me down and I made a 'sh' signal with my finger pressed to my mouth.

"Everything fitting okay? Do you need me to get anything?" Said an overly enthusiastic early-thirties employee outside of the dressing room. I responded dryly, "N-no, I'm okay". The only voice i wanted to hear was Chris'. It could've been worse, she could've heard what we were doing, but what would've been the worst would be if she knew what i knew, that i could've just ruined the best friendship I've ever had. That's worse than hearing two strangers make out in a shopping mall dressing room.

"Just let me know if you need anything" I heard her footsteps gradually descend as i sat down on the ground of the room, both physically and mentally exhausted. I can't believe i actually hooked up with Chris, my bestfriend. I shifted my gaze towards him. "So.. friends?" 

(TO BE CONTINUED)