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filipowitch · 1 month ago

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THE ONLY EXCEPTION

y/n goes to a party and ends up drunk texting brothersbsf!chris.. who she hasn't spoken to in weeks.

-> pt 1 (can also be read as a one thing, but like.. it's better reading pt 1 first!)

not many warnings. just use of y/n, a tiiiiny bit of smut and fluff! also, i disnt like properly proof read this, so my bad if there's mistakes. idk what else so enjoy.

It's been almost a month since you and Chris have talked or even seen each other. Ever since he walked in on you changing, it's like he's been avoiding you.. Not just you. He's even been ignoring Nate. It's weird. He never comes over anymore. He rarely texts Nate or you, and even in school, he avoids you both as much as he can.

It's not like you care anyway. He can do whatever he wants. But something just feels off. You've grown so used to seeing him everywhere you go. But whatever. People drift apart.

9:56PM

A few hours ago, you were on call with Madi, your best friend, just talking about school. She ended up mentioning a party she was throwing and invited you to come over. And now, you're at her house, in the middle of a humongous sweaty crowd of random people you'll probably never see again.

But in the back of your mind, there was Chris. You couldn't stop thinking about him, no matter what. It was weird. Everything was weird. Were you actually missing him? Missing the annoying fuckass Christopher? God, what is happening?? You couldn't handle it anymore. You had to do something to get your mind off of him.

You look around, walking through the crowd, trying to find Madi. But of course, she's talking to some guy. She looks happy. You can't help but wish that were you and Chris. God, stop. Stop thinking of this stupid boy.

And so, you walk over to the kitchen, the only semi-empty place in the house. Opening the fridge, you search for something to drink. Anything to get your mind off him.

"Hmm.." You hum, your eyes skimming through until they land on a can of beer. Great. You grab it without having a second thought, opening it and chugging it down.

CHRIS' POV: 11:48PM

"C'mon, you can take it. I know y'can." He grunts, pushing his length deeper into her.

He didn't even know her name properly. Talia? Italy? Italian food? Hmm, he might buy some of that for dinner, actually.. Oh, right. The girl.

He was growing so bored of this. There was no tension, no lust. He wasn't even feeling it at all. It wasn't even intimate. The only tension in the room was probably the tension in his shoulders from holding himself up on top of her for so long. Why did she take so long to cum? Fucks sake.

She was practically fucked out of her mind. Her eyes were glued to the back of her head as she arched her back. He almost grimaced at the sight.

Just as he was about to call it a night and pull out, his phone pinged. Multiple times. Who was it now?

He looked over at the girl before grabbing his phone, unlocking it. His heart almost stopped when he saw the name. Y/n.

He chuckled softly before noticing the spelling mistakes. She rarely made spelling mistakes.. which could only mean one thing. God, she was drunk. Of course.

Finally. He got to leave and he got to see his favourite girl again. Life couldn't be any better.

He pulled out of the girl, ignoring her whines and protests before getting out of her bed and putting his clothes back on. "0/10 experience, by the way. Was probably the worst sex I've ever had." He says to her before grabbing his phone and leaving her room, leaving the girl speechless.

He heads down the stairs, slipping on his shoes and jacket before leaving the house and walking up to his car. Time to go pick up y/n.

After a bit of struggling to find the right roads to drive through, he finally ended up at Madis' place. He parked near the house before walking up to the front door where y/n was standing. His gaze instantly softened, and he changed his tone to a gentle one. "Hi baby. Ready to go?"

She looks up at him, a curious look on her face. "Where?" She mumbles. He chuckles. Cute. "My place, f'course. Where else?"

"Ohhh." Her expression changes to a happier one as she smiles. "Okay! Let's go." She giggles.

"You fine to walk to my car or d'you need help, hm?" He murmurs. She looks down at her shoes before looking back at him. "Hm. I think- I don't know.."

"That's okay. I'l carry you, yeah? How's that sound?" He says with a small smirk. She nods, and so that's what he does. He gently wraps scoops her up into his arms and carries her down to his car and opens up the passenger side door.

He gently places her down into the seat, buckling her in before closing the door and heading over to the drivers side, doing the same for him.

The drive was pretty silent, the only sound being the low hum of the engine. Thankfully, the drive home wasn't too long. They arrived in a few minutes. "Want me to carry you inside, baby?" He asks gently as he turns off the car engine, unbuckling himself.

"Nuh uh. I wanna go by myself." He chuckles at her new attitude. She's such a baby. "Alright. Whatever you say goes."

After a lot of stumbling and whining, they managed to make it inside Chris' house. Chris slipped off his shoes and jacket before leading her into his living room and gently sitting her down on the couch.

He kneels down, slipping off her heels and placing them to the side before heading to the kitchen and getting a glass of water and some medicine, feeding her.

"You okay?" He asks gently as she finishes swallowing the tablet. "Mhm. M'tired." She mumbles, rubbing her eyes.

"Yeah? Alright, c'mon. Let's get you changed and into bed." He says as he gets up, taking a hold of her hand and helping her up. Without another word, he scoops her up into his arms and carries her up into his room, setting her down onto the bed.

"I could've walked up by myself, y'know." She pouts. He smirks, letting out a quiet chuckle. "Yeah, sure. Need help getting changed?" He asks as he puts one of his hoodies and sweats onto the bed next to her.

She looks hesitant for a second, just sitting there quietly. "C'mon, baby, you need help or no? I won't judge." He murmurs, his fingers playing with her hair.

"Mhm." She mumbles out. "That's my girl. See, that wasn't so hard, huh?" He teases as he goes to unzipping her dress, taking it off. Damn. She really was perfect.

"Wanna take this off too?" He asks as he hooks his finger in her bra strap. She nods, and he gently unclasps her bra, placing it on the side with her dress.

"Arms up, pretty." He says as he puts the hoodie on her before kneeling down. "Now hips." He murmurs. She lifts her hips up, and he slides on the sweats. "Better?"

"Mhm. Thank you." He smiles. "No problem. Need anything else? Makeup removing or..?" She shakes her head. "I dont have much makeup on. Just lipstick and mascara, so it's fine."

He nods, before helping her up. "Lay down, yeah?" She lays down in his bed and he gently tucks her in. "Let me know if you need anything else. I'll be here." He says as he goes to sit down.

"Chris?" He looks at her. "Hm?" "Can you cuddle with me?" The question catches him off guard. Cuddle? That's a first.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything-" "I'm sure. Please?"

He couldn't say no to her. "Alright. Budge up a lil', sweetheart." He mumbles, gently moving her. She scoots over, making space for him as he climbs into bed, pulling the covers over both of them. Chris then loosely wraps his arm around her waist, gently pulling her into his chest. "Comfy?" He murmurs into her ear, gently running his fingers through her hair with his free hand.

She hums in response. "I'll take that as a yes." He says with a small smirk, running his hand up and down her side. Her perfume was filling his nostrils, the smell of beer mixing with it, but he didn't mind. She still smelled good. She always does. "Chris?" He hums. "Hm?"

"I love you."

His movements come to a stop as he processes her words. Did she really just say that? Is he dreaming? What is happening?..

But before he could even reply, he was met with her soft snores, her body melting into his. He let out a quiet sigh, resuming his movements, gently running his fingers through her hair with one hand as the other stayed loosely around her waist.

"I love you more, y/n." He whispers, gently kissing the top of her head before closing his eyes and going to sleep.

a/n: Hi. Sorry this took so long. I had ZERO ideas to write until like 2 days ago at 1AM. 😭😭😭😭 anyway, idk if I like this, but wtv!

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filipowitch · 2 months ago

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YES LORDDD literally how am i mutuals with you omfd

𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚

Pairing: Fuck Boy!Chris x Fem!Reader

Summary: Chris’s tendency to run when things get serious leaves behind both heartache and unexpected pleasure. requested

Warnings: Smut. MDNI. This is filthy. Angst, just a smidge. Kissing, touching, fingering & titty attention. (both reader receiving.)

Word Count: 4.2k

Being carted off to a party with Chris was nothing new in your relationship, or ‘situationship’ - you weren’t sure which fit the situation better if you were being honest with yourself. You’d been seeing Chris, exclusively, for around five months. It was enough time for you to get relatively close to the guys, most of whom seemed to pity you whenever parties came around.

You’d tried convincing yourself that Chris’s behavior didn’t bother you, but it did. Anyone with eyes could see the way you’d glare at him whenever he entertained another woman, how he’d smile down at them with his hand loose on their waist. Occasionally one of the guys would come over to distract you, usually Matt or Nick, both of them knowing Chris well enough to know his behavior wouldn’t shift just because you were present.

Eventually, you’d get tired, slam a few drinks back courtesy of Tara or whoever hosted the party you found yourself at, and then either leave or find someone to dance with yourself. It was toxic, you knew that, everyone knew that. But the nights when Chris would hold you, whispering words into your skin as he fucked himself into you, it somehow made it all bearable. In truth, if you were able to come even near the realm of ecstasy Chris could have you in you’d likely have moved on.

But beyond the pleasure, there were moments that you knew he didn’t share with others. How he’d come to you after a fight, knuckles bloodied with a busted lip, allowing you to patch him up in silence. You’d check him over, gently cup his jaw in your hands, and look at him, the two of you exchanging silent words until you pressed a kiss to his forehead. Those nights would usually culminate in him resting against your chest, arms wrapped tightly around you as he fell asleep to the steady thump of your heartbeat, finding that his own synced up to yours perfectly.

Just like any other weekend where neither of you had anything to do, you found yourself climbing into the passenger seat of Chris’s Jeep, the one he drove like he owned the road. The way the glow of the streetlights flickered across his face as he smirked at you left you breathless, nearly forgetting to buckle yourself in before he took off, heading toward some party neither of you really cared about. As always, whenever you were with Chris, one of his hands rested lazily on the wheel while the other found your upper thigh, his fingers tracing absentminded circles just beneath the hem of your shorts. And whenever he felt like teasing you-which was often-his touch would wander, sending heat straight through you like he knew exactly what he was doing.

After nearly fifteen minutes of driving he pulled up to a house you didn’t recognize, one flooded with various influencers. Despite being parked on the side of the road the heavy scent of cigarettes and cheap liquor flooded your senses, causing you to involuntarily wince as Chris led you up the lawn, greeting a few people who seemed thrilled to see him. His fingers tucked into the back of your waistband, ghosting over your ass as you both climbed the steps into the house.

If the outside seemed chaotic, the inside of the house was the seventh layer of hell. Not that you hadn’t been to chaotic parties, you were with Chris for Christ’s sake, but this was a whole different level. The floor felt sticky in various spots, couples all but fucking against nearby walls and corners, the air foggy with a mixture of cigarette and marijuana smoke. Yet somehow, amidst all of the chaos, Matt spotted the both of you, quickly pulling Chris into a drunken hug before leading you both toward the remainder of the guys.

They all liked you and had been kind enough to you during your relationship with Chris, some of them feeling a fair bit of pity for you regarding Chris’s behavior. It was something you noticed but preferred not to mention, you didn’t want to be the focus of their pity or some girl Chris carted around. Luckily for you, both Matt and Nick seemed to like you the most, the two chatted you up as soon as you made yourself visible, both speaking about something they’d come across earlier in the day.

You made yourself comfortable, which was easy in their presence, moving to sit on the couch beside them as you chatted back with them. Time always seemed to pass quickly whenever you were around all of them, they felt like a second family to you, something you appreciated more than you could say. As you crossed your legs under yourself, Nick said something funny, making you tilt your head back as you laughed, you then quickly looked for Chris, knowing he would’ve found it funny as well.

Only he wasn’t there.

The density of the crowd made it impossible to seek him out, you turned to the side, looking between the rest of the guys in hopes that he was possibly speaking to one of them. But he wasn’t. Matt quickly picked up your behavior, patting your shoulder as he began speaking about something else, hoping to take your mind off of it. But your mind didn’t register anything he said, your heart sinking in your chest the longer Chris was out of your line of sight.

“I’m sorry, Matt. I’ll be right back.” You murmured, gently smoothing your hand over his shoulder as you moved to stand. You hadn’t noticed that Nick followed behind you, his eyes having caught on Chris far sooner than yours had - and what he saw he knew would piss you off. So he did what he thought was best, he quickly moved in front of you, trying his best to guide you back to the couch. You lifted yourself onto your toes, having been through this charade with Nick before. You looked toward the kitchen, figuring if anything Chris could’ve gone to fetch himself a drink, it was just your luck that you could see over Nick’s shoulder when you stood on your toes.

There he was, just beyond Nick’s shoulder as the boy tried desperately to block your vision, an apologetic look written across his face. He seemed to sense it, you noticing Chris, his smile quickly shifting into a frown as he backed away. There was nothing he could say, him or Matt. What could they say to you at the sight of Chris kissing another woman?

You weren’t sure what bothered you more, her hands on his chest or his fingers tangled in her hair. It reminded you of how you two were, how his hands often threaded their way through your hair whenever he couldn’t get enough of how you tasted. Was that what was happening with her? Was she just as addictive as you? Could he not get enough of her?

The thought made you sick, propelling you forward until you were ripping the random woman away by the back of her jacket, ignoring the plethora of curses directed your way as her side made contact with the lip of the nearby counter. Chris seemed confused, angry even, until his eyes landed on you.

“Fuck.”

That was all he managed, and for some reason it made you laugh. Maybe it was the absurdity of it all, being driven to a party by Chris only to witness him kissing a girl with such intensity that her lipstick was smeared around her lips - and consequently his. You backed away from him then, shoving your way through the dense crowd as you made your way outside. The shouts from the guys didn’t go unnoticed, but even they knew there was no stopping you.

The night air felt cool, near stark in contrast to the heat that burned against your cheeks and chest. Embarrassment, shame, and a twinge of jealousy. Jealousy at the fact that you weren’t enough, you never had been. If you could patch him up, hold him against your chest, reassure him whenever his mind became too much all for it to still not be enough for him, what else could you do?

You felt the tears against your cheek before your mind had even registered that you’d been crying, ragged sobs tearing their way from your chest. The parking lot was a mess, as it always was whenever greasers made their way to a party. You bumped into several cars, hands beside yourself to help you maneuver through them all through the tears.

It wasn’t too long of a walk home, you could make it, no problem. At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself of as you wiped at your face yet again, thoroughly pissed off at yourself at the state of your makeup being smeared across your eyes. You’d almost made it to the street before you felt a hand wrap around your upper arm, causing you to jerk to a stop.

“Doll, please-“ Chris started, voice strained as he looked down at you. You were having none of it, you were done. This was not going to be another night where he gave you a half-assed apology and you shoved down the emotions you desperately didn’t want to show.

“No, fuck you. Seriously-“ You groaned out, shoving him away harshly by his chest, causing his back to hit the metal of a nearby car. “Fuck you for making me think I’m anything more than a quick fuck.”

You could feel tears burning in your eyes, skewing your vision of Chris as he stood with parted lips, cigarette burning down to the filter as the ash fell to the gravel below him. You wiped at your eyes, silently cursing at yourself to stop crying as you turned away from him, only to feel a warm hand against your shoulder.

“Doll, I-“ He started, his words quickly cut off as you shoved his hand from your body, anger, and disgust written across your face even as your cheeks were wet with tears.

“No, Chris. You don’t get to apologize for this, I’m hurt. Okay? I’m hurt.” You replied, voice cracking as you stared up at him. “You don’t get to say something sweet and have this all disappear.”

You could feel anger burning in your chest, the taste creeping up the back of your throat, reminding you of when you’d been sick as a child. It burned as if it were bile, forcing every ill thought you’d stuffed down to creep to the surface.

“Do those women even care about you beyond what you can do for them in bed?” You started, moving toward him as you hastily shoved your hair from your face. “Do they, Christopher? Is that what you want? Someone not attached? Someone who wouldn’t care if you disappeared?”

His jaw tensed, eyes flickering down to the road beside you two as he tossed his cigarette to the ground, snubbing it out with the heel of his shoe before shoving his hands into his pockets, chest heaving with each shaky breath his lungs allowed him to inhale.

“Talk to me!” You screamed out, voice hoarse from your near-constant sobbing. “Tell me what you want, Chris. Do you want them? Or do you want me?”

The whole situation felt humiliating, as though you were begging him to love you, to see you as something other than a woman he could fall back on. You needed to be more than that, you weren’t sure your heart or mind could handle seeing him in the arms of another woman. No matter how the conversation ended, you needed closure and you needed for your heart to go a week without shattering into splinters within your chest.

“I don’t-“ He started, clearing his throat as he looked away. There was an emotion written across his face, one you’d only seen on nights when he’d crawled into your bed, silently crying into your chest - something neither of you had ever spoken about. “I’m scared, alright?”

You could tell he was putting on a facade, his shoulders rolling back as he spoke as if he were trying to shield himself from the emotions brewing within his chest. It was odd, seeing him be vulnerable, it was almost as though his body rejected it, his fight or flight kicking in and demanding for him to stonewall you instead of be truthful.

“Fuck, I- I don’t know how to do this, alright?” He looked to you then, brows screwed together with a frown evident on his face. “I want you, doll. But how can I know you’ll stay?”

You moved toward him then, wanting to encourage the vulnerability he was showing you. You reached a hand up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing against his cheekbone as you turned his head to face you, determined to have his eyes locked with yours as you spoke.

“Tell me you want me and I’ll stay.” You whispered. “I can’t stand aside and watch you flirt with every woman nearby, alright? If you want me you can have me, but I can’t be with you if you’re going to do this.”

He leaned down then, arms languidly wrapping around your middle as he pulled you flush against him, breathing in the scent of you to help steady his thoughts. You could feel his fingers tighten against the back of your shirt, almost as though he were terrified you’d disappear in his hands.

“I want you.” He stated, tone wavering slightly as he burrowed his face into the crook of your neck, back leaned against the siding of some random car. You sunk into his arms then, resting your cheek against his chest as you wrapped your arms around him as well, letting your eyes shut as you savored the moment of being held by him so delicately.

You wanted to be sure, wanted his words to mean something beyond an empty promise. So you looked up to him, taking a moment to wipe your eyes before placing your hands against his jaw, causing his eyes to lock with yours once more.

“Promise me.” You urged, fingers subtly pressing into his skin. “Promise me I’m the only one. You promise me that and I won’t leave you, I’ll be here. I’ll be in your arms, I’ll hold you. I’ll love you.”

He leaned into your touch, exhaling a breath as his lips quirked up into a smile. “You’re the only one, doll. I only want you.” He brought his hand up then, twisting his pinkie around yours, causing you to laugh through a sniffle. “Promise.”

You leaned up then, capturing his lips in a kiss that tasted of tears and cheap liquor, but you didn’t mind it. Your mind was focused on the feeling of his hands settling on your hips, the way he’d promised you something so important in such an innocent manner. It was him, him in every way you’d seen him behind closed doors. You trusted him, his words, his actions.

Chris was many things, careless, reckless, mean - all things he’d learned during his childhood just so he could survive. You’d heard enough horror stories from him to last you a lifetime, and yet whenever he looked down at you or whenever he laid in your arms you couldn’t help but feel your heart break for the child who’d just wanted someone to do what he’d just done for you - a simple pinkie promise that they weren’t lying, that they were truthful and that they cared for him.

The thought made you squeeze your eyes shut tighter, hands grasping at the front of his shirt tight enough to hurt your palms. You knew him well enough to know that it’d take a while for him to fully let you in, but in the meantime, he’d let you try - and that was enough. All you’d ever wanted was a chance.

“I love you.” You whispered against his lips, the words followed by a shallow gasp of air as your lungs filled themselves with much-needed oxygen. “I love you.”

He didn’t say it back, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes as he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before intertwining his fingers with your own. As he turned back to the house you stifled a groan, the noise catching his attention.

“We’re not going back inside, we’re going back to mine.” He replied through a soft laugh, dangling the car keys in front of your face as you both wove your way through the driveway to his car.

You’d both have to explain to the guys what’d happened when you left the party, but they could wait. As you climbed into the passenger side Chris made his way over to the driver's side, plopping himself down before starting the ignition, the car humming to life on the quiet road.

The drive was quiet, your hand finding its way back to his, fingers intertwining once more as he pulled down a nearby street filled with vacant homes. One of those housing projects where they’d quit building right at the end, the eeriness of empty houses not being lost on you. Whenever the clouds cleared overhead the moon would cast a pale hue over the buildings, causing them to look more beautiful than anything, ivy growing along the broken windows and weeds nearly five feet tall somehow growing in between the porch boards.

After a few moments of calm silence, Chris finally spoke, his words quiet enough that you might’ve missed them if you hadn’t been paying attention.

“I’m sorry.” He stated, turning his head to look at you. “I‘ve never been good at this- emotions, I mean. But I want to, I want to for you.”

You unbuckled your seatbelt, crossing over the center console to settle yourself on his lap, arms draped over his shoulders as you smiled down at him. “I know.” You replied, voice tender as you leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead.

When his hands moved to your hips you quickly became aware of just how much you didn’t want to speak, as much as his voice soothed you - you didn’t want to spend the next hour talking over something that had already been solved. A different part of your body called out to him, one that needed to be reassured physically, reassured in a way only he could accomplish.

As if he were able to read your thoughts, his hands slid up your sides, brushing your shirt up with it. Each inch of your skin that was left exposed to the night air quickly became alight with goosebumps, his touch only causing the sensitivity to heighten. His hands moved behind you, unclasping your bra in one swift movement, letting the fabric fall between you before he leaned down to capture your breast in his warm mouth.

Your hands found their way to his hair, a soft sigh falling from your lips as you grasped onto the dark brunette strands, hips subtly rocking against his lap as his tongue swirled around your nipple. As he sucked and kissed along your flesh his free hand moved to cup your other breast, gently kneading it in his grasp as his hips bucked up against you.

He was so, so talented with his tongue. It often left you baffled, unable to take in a breath without it sounding akin to a whine - just as he currently had you. Your hand moved from his hair then, smoothing down his chest to his lap. Unzipping his jeans had all but become muscle memory, something you could do without looking. As you pressed kisses along his forehead and temple you unzipped his jeans, dipping your hand into his boxers as you began pumping him.

A silent curse fell past his lips, his hips bucking up into your palm as his grasp on your hip tightened, the other squeezing harder at your breast, fingers gently tweaking your nipple as he focused his attention on the other. You could feel him growing desperate, precum dribbling from his tip as he groaned against your soft flesh.

Your hand tightened around his cock as he teasingly bit at your breast, pulling a grunted-out laugh from his chest as his hands then moved to your jeans, unbuttoning them before pushing his hand inside of your underwear, cupping your sex as he trailed kisses between your breasts.

His fingers trailed lazily over the wetness of your cunt, barely touching your clit enough to grant you any true satisfaction as he continued kissing along your breasts. You knew he could feel your hips grinding down against his fingers, but it didn’t seem to deter him any, he continued his teasing, slowly leaving love bites along your chest as he gently pushed his middle and ring finger into your waiting cunt.

He groaned as you clenched around his fingers, hardly giving him a second before bouncing yourself on his fingers. You’d been desperate before, but everything paled in comparison to the current fire racing through your veins. He kissed up your neck, nipping at your pulse point as he pushed his palm up against your clit, letting you grind down against his hand as you continued to pump him.

Before long you couldn’t stand it, his fingers perfect, just not enough - you needed more, needed him. You leaned back, hastily pushing down your jeans to which he quickly helped, tossing the bundled-up denim into the backseat of his car along with your soaked underwear.

It was far from the first time you two had fucked in a car, your knees on either side of his thighs feeling like home for you, his tip teasingly pushing along your slick folds making you grasp onto his shoulders, fingers pressing into his skin as you lowered yourself down onto him.

The stretch caused you both to moan, his head falling back against the headrest of his seat as you bounced down onto him, the sound of your moans accompanied by skin meeting skin filling the night air. You could feel your arousal coating your inner thighs, practically dripping down his cock onto his thighs as you rutted against him.

“F-uck.” He grunted out, lips parted as his hands grasped at your hips, feet planted against the floorboard of the car as he thrusted up into you. “So fuckin’ good, doll. Fuck-“

As you rode him his right hand moved between your legs, thumb circling your clit, your skin soaked with your arousal. He watched as you bounced on his cock, utterly entrapped by the sight of his cock disappearing within you, a white sheen of your cum coating his cock, dripping down the base and onto his thighs.

The feeling of his thumb circling your clit coupled with his cock hitting deep within you left you whining, tears of pleasure flooding your eyes as you let your head fall back, quickly feeling his other hand threading his fingers through your hair, harshly grasping at the base of the threads as he began roughly fucking himself up into you.

You practically went limp, moans forced from your chest with each brutal thrust of his hips, arms dangling at your sides as you let him use you. You could feel your orgasm building at a fever pitch in your lower stomach, causing your moans to pitch up an octave as he fucked you.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock, doll?” He grunted out, voice strained and hoarse as he let go of your hair, hand then moving to your jaw as he pulled you down for a needy kiss. He bit at your bottom lip, tongue slipping into your mouth as he rolled his hips up into you, to which you tried your best to match his tempo.

All you could do was nod, cumming with a broken cry of his name as his thumb steadily worked at your clit. The pleasure quickly turned into overstimulation, causing you to whine into the kiss as your hips stuttered in their movement, cunt squeezing around his cock. He didn’t pull away from the kiss, instead grunting into it as he continued rutting up into you, flooding your cunt full of his cum.

He slowed his movements as his cock twitched inside of you, hands still guiding your hips against him, slow and steady rolls of your hips milking him dry. He pulled away from the kiss, lips a rosy hue as he looked up at you, eyes blown with desire. You felt his breath against your face, his hands soon moving up to cup your jaw as he leaned up to press a shaky kiss to your lips.

“I love you.” He murmured, thumb brushing against the soft skin of your cheek. “I love you.”

You smiled into the kiss, a quiet laugh passing your lips as you pressed a plethora of kisses to his lips, cheek, and jaw. The action pulled a laugh from him, his eyes fluttering shut as he brushed his fingers along your spine.

“I love you too, Chris.” You responded, burying your face into the crook of his neck as you both caught your breath.

You both were sweaty, sticky, and thoroughly coated in cum along your thighs. But you wouldn’t have had it any other way, besides, it was completely like Chris to admit his feelings for you while still buried in your cunt.

“Think we stained the seats.” Chris grumbled out through a laugh, the comment causing you to laugh as well, neither of you making a move to move away from each other. “Fuck it.”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I've been lacking motivation lately, but I absolutely love writing angst, so this was really fun to do. I've also been super busy, but I’m trying my best to keep up with requests and stay consistent. I appreciate any interactions, comments, likes, anything! It seriously means a lot and helps keep me motivated 😭

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