#ᰔᩚ rapper!chris x singer!reader prompt

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Rapper!Chris reaction to paparazzi being inappropriate to singer reader . Kinda like what paparazzi did to Emma watson on her 18 birthday

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris can't stand when singer!reader is catcalled

cameras pop like fireworks, and the noise of the crowd seems to press in from all directions. tonight is chris' launch dinner to celebrate the release of his new single. you tug at the hem of your dress, suddenly aware of how short it feels under the glare of dozens of lenses.

chris is beside you, his hand firm on the small of your back, guiding you toward the restaurant’s entrance. his usual confidence is there, but tonight, his jaw is tight. you can feel it—the tension radiating off him as the paparazzi shout his name and yours, their voices a symphony of commands:

"chris, over here!" "smile, sweetheart!" "hey, let us see that dress!"

your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of adrenaline and unease. one of them steps closer, the lens of his camera brushing uncomfortably close to your arm. you instinctively pull closer to chris, your grip on his hand tightening.

"you good?" he murmurs, low enough that only you can hear. you nod quickly, knowing that if you speak your voice will tremble, but your glance toward the swarm of cameras betrays your nerves.

then it happens. a shout—some crude joke you don’t fully catch—but you feel it, the way one photographer crouches too low, his camera angled up in a way that makes your stomach twist. he just got a shot up your dress. he fucking got a shot up your dress.

"chris," you whisper, your voice shaky, but he’s already noticed.

"yo!" he barks, his voice sharp enough to cut through the chaos. the murmurs die down for a second, just long enough for him to step in front of you, shielding you from view. "the fuck you doin', huh?"

the paparazzo stumbles back, trying to laugh it off, but chris isn’t having it. his hands are balled into fists at his sides, his whole body taut like he’s ready to swing. "fuckin' think you're slick? fuck was that, huh?" he grumbles in anger.

"chris, please," you whisper, your voice shaking, but he’s locked in, his glare cutting through the paparazzo like a knife.

the guy stammers something about "just doing his job," but chris takes a step closer, his voice dropping low and deadly. "job?" he scoffs, "nah, put that fuckin' camera down before i make you."

when you both finally step into the restaurant, the noise fades from the commotion outside. chris is still fuming, his chest rising and falling like he just stepped offstage.

"listen, m'sorry mama," he says, his voice raw but sincere. "they don’t know how to act, but i ain’t lettin’ shit like that slide."

"it’s okay," you whisper, even though your hands are still shaking.

he nods, his jaw still tight, but his hand finds yours, his grip reassuring. "i gotchu," he says firmly. "ain’t nobody messin’ with you while m'around."

and you know he means it.

thank you for reading! <3

tags: @sturnobsessedwh0re , @idrk2292 , @mattsbrat , @ribbonlovergirl , @swagalicious260 , @sturnhyyhblog , @matthewsroses , @mattsdemi , @emely9274 , @frankoceanfanpage

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singer!reader and rapper!chris makeup sex

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris makes singer!reader apologize during sex

"think s'funny to piss me off?" chris grunts from behind you, his hard cock pounding into you from behind as he delivers a harsh slap to your already reddened ass.

"i-i said m-m'sorry!" you whine, voice muffled by your fucked out face being pressed into the pillow. your voice is barely even coherent by the way chris is fucking you.

"sorry ain't gonna cut it ma," chris chuckles in a breathy tone, pushing down the small of your back to arch, your belly pressing against the sheets of your bed.

"p-please," you whimper, almost barely audible as chris' tip brushes against your cervix deliciously with each hard movement of his hips.

chris smirks through his pleasured expression, leaning over you. he hooks an arm around your shoulders, then grasps your throat lightly to pull your head out of your pillow, "what is it ma? please what?" he whispers huskily in your ear.

"m-m'sorry," you repeat, your whine barely above a whisper. you can feel his lidded eyes burning into you, and you know he always loves the way your eyes roll in the back of your head when he's got you like this.

"sorry f'what, exactly?" he snickers huskily. you can hear the smirk on his lips.

"s-sorry...for..." you're cut off with a loud gasp when chris drives himself fully out of you before slamming right back inside your tight pussy. your piercing gasp makes him grunt through a chuckle, "yeah? go on."

"f-for..." you begin, but it's just too much. your mind is foggy, all it can focus on the way chris is fucking you. it's so fast, so rough, yet so loving and passionate. just the way you like it. you're practically drooling on your pillow.

"mhm?" he presses, a wicked smirk on his lips, his heavy breaths fanning against your ear and he squeezes your throat just a tad to get you to speak.

"f-for my...attitude," you breathe out through your open mouth, your jaw practically locking as your walls involuntarily squeeze around his dick, letting both of you know how close you are.

"uh-uh," chris tuts, hissing in pleasure at the way your walls tighten so smugly around him. "what else y'sorry for baby? you're not cummin' till i get a real apology," he grunts in your ear, speeding up his actions just to rile you up a bit more.

the way your headboard is hitting the wall with every thrust, the way the pleasure is deliciously intensifying through your weak body, the way your mind can't focus on anything except ecstasy—it's too much.

"i-i...i can't...remember," you moan desperately, your fingers gripping your floral bedsheets oh so tight, tears of pleasure blurring your already blurred vision.

chris laughs darkly, shaking his head and squeezing your throat a little tighter, "yeah y'do, c'mon," he groans, "use that pretty mouth of yours if y'wanna cum."

"m-m'sorry for...m-my attitude and..." your voice breaks, a loud moan leaving your lips as you desperately try to hold back your orgasm. "and f-for c-calling you a dick," you somehow manage to get out, though it's jumbled with whimpers. you can only hope it's enough for chris. his loosening grip on your throat gives you an ounce of hope.

"thaaat's my girl," he praises, dragging out his words through a grunt and you moan softly in relief and ecstasy. his thrusts are a little uncoordinated now, you know he's right on the edge with you as he mumbles through a grin in your ear, "fuuuck, c'mon mama, cum f'me. my good girl."

thank you for reading! <3

tags: @sturnobsessedwh0re , @idrk2292 , @mattsbrat , @ribbonlovergirl , @swagalicious260 , @sturnhyyhblog , @matthewsroses , @mattsdemi , @emely9274 , @frankoceanfanpage

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⋆.˚✮ singer!reader shows rapper!chris how much she liked his lyrics about her

it’s late—too late, really—but that’s when chris does his best work. the soft glow of led lights lines the walls, bouncing off his chain and casting a blue sheen over his focused face. chris leans back in his chair, hands clasped behind his head, watching the track play on the monitor in front of him. a faint bassline thumps through the speakers, followed by his smooth, rhythmic flow.

next to him on a chair, you lounge with your legs crossed, your baby pink nails tapping rhythmically on your thigh as you listen closely.

you've been known for your own music—sugary pop with catchy hooks and infectious beats. tonight, though, you're there just for him, in his oversized hoodie and sparkly pink slides, your hair pulled up in a high ponytail.

there’s a hunger in his voice as he raps that wasn’t there before, something raw. the verses hit hard, the lyrics sharper than usual. you can tell he’s put more of himself into this one.

then, a certain line drops—one that catches you completely off guard. his voice lowers just a bit, smooth but unmistakably suggestive, "keep ya tits around cause they nice t'look at", you feel a flush creep up your neck, unable to hide your reaction, as the implication lands squarely between you two.

soon enough, the track ends, the beat fading into silence. chris raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by the look on your face. “didn’t think you’d catch that line, huh?” he says, smirking a little.

a faint smile tugs at your glossy lips, “oh, i caught it,” you say, folding your arms with a sly grin. “got a lot of nerve talking about me like that on a track.”

he chuckles, pushing his chair away from the desk and crossing the short distance between you two. “yeah? thought y'might like it,” he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave.

you try to keep it cool, rolling your eyes, but the tension is thick, and he can tell you’re a little thrown. he leans in, one hand resting on the back of the chair beside you, the chair he's sitting in now between your legs.

“didn’t mean t'shock you,” he teases, his face close to yours now. “but i meant it. got pretty tits ma," chris grins, running his tongue over his teeth like he knows exactly what he’s doing. 

"i really liked it. really bold of you," you say back quietly, his nose brushing against your own and you feel yourself rushing with desire already with a small smirk on your plump lips.

"mm, yeah?" he taunts, his hand moving to rest on your upper thigh, "wanna show me how much y'liked that?"

your smirk grows and you nod your head, bringing your face closer to chris' to brush your lips against his. "i do," you mutter, your voice hoarse with arousal.

"get on those knees f'me then," he says demandingly, his blue eyes glimmering with lust as his dick grows beneath his jeans.

you waste no time in doing what he says, pushing yourself off the chair to get on your knees in front of chris. he smirks wickedly down at you as you look up at him with wide doe eyes, sparkling beneath the blue led lights.

he runs his tongue across his bottom lip, one of his hands slowly gripping your jaw while his thumb brushes across your bottom lip, "gonna jus' stare up at me or y'gonna do sum'n?" he mumbles.

you smirk up at him softly, shifting your eyes to his lap as you undo his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

chris lifts his hips up for you, allowing you to pull his boxers and jeans down to a necessary spot just enough to free his rock hardness out that's already dripping with precum.

you look up at him seductively, one of his hands moving behind your head and massaging your soft hair with a smirk of anticipation on his lips.

you spit in your hand, wrapping it around his base and he exhales in arousal. you then lick a long stripe from his base to the tip, your dirty eye contact with him never ceasing.

"yeah, keep those pretty eyes on me ma," he mumbles, his voice raspy with desire as you nod.

you wrap your lips into an 'o' shape, taking just his tip into your mouth before swirling your tongue around it. chris grunts lowly, gripping your hair tightly as you kitty lick his sensitive tip.

you use your other hand to slowly move your hand up and down him, seeing chris get impatient at your painfully slow pace. he grunts as he speaks, "c'mon, jus’ take it. show me how much y'loved that verse mama."

his fingers tangle your through hair, gripping hard at the back as he pushes you further down on his cock. you gag a little when he hits the back of your throat so quickly.

you give into his impatient attitude, starting to quickly move your head up and down on him, your tongue swirling all around his lengthy, hot dick as drool seeps past your plush lips.

“yeaaah there ya go baby, jus' like that, my fuckin' filthy girl," he mutters, continuing to push your head.

you gag on him again, coughing around him and he chuckles darkly through breathless pants, his grip around your hair loosening a bit to let you catch your breath, "c'mooon you can take it. you loved the song so much didn't ya? show me ma, c'mon i know you can."

you nod, flickering your eyes pricked with tears up to his face and he smirks, biting his bottom lip when you move your head again. your lips are stretched around his girthy cock, drool pooling at his base and dribbled onto your chin as you continue.

your hand moves at an ungodly pace, jerking whatever couldn't fit in your mouth as you continue to suck his cock like it's the best popsicle you've ever tasted.

chris' smirk deepens at this as he groans, biting his bottom lip and gripping your hair tightly again at the immense pleasure, "look at you, so pretty. always a fuckin' droolin' mess on my cock," he grunts. "now, lemme see those pretty tits i was talkin' 'bout."

you use your other hand to pull the hoodie up, bunching it at your neck while chris' free hand moves to squeeze your plump tit with a hiss of pleasure as your mouth continues moving vigorously up and down his wet dick.

"there they are, such pretty tits my girl's got, so pretty 'n perfect," chris groans, his hips involuntarily thrusting up into your mouth again which you gag at, making him moan quietly.

his fingers pinch at your nipple, making you moan around his cock. the vibration sends a shiver through his body as he grunts, beginning to push your head down again as he grows close.

"jesus—fuck m'so close, keep goin' f'me...my good girl, takin' my cock like that," chris groans, hissing in pleasure through deep pants. his hips begin thrusting up into your mouth as you gag and moan around him.

he moans under his breath, breathing heavily as he squeezes your tit hard, fingers tangled in your hair, "yeah, jus' like that, doin' so good, lookin' so pretty wit' those lips wrapped around my cock."

chris' thrusts into your mouth grow erratic when the knot in his stomach tightens, leaving you whimpering and gasping around him. drool drips down your chin, bubbling around your lips as you repeatedly gag, "shit," he grunts.

with one final thrust into your stretched out mouth, his warm cum shoots inside. his eyes roll back, his grip on your hair and boob tight as he throws his head back with a low grunt.

chris pants, coming down from the high before you pull your mouth off of him and catch your breath, wiping your messy mouth with the back of your hand with his load still on your tongue.

he nods at you, "open," he says between breaths. you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show his hot and white seed on it.

chris smirks, humming out a soft chuckle before he speaks, "mhm, now swallow it."

you close your mouth and he watches your throat bob as you swallow every drop. he nods in satisfaction, his smirk deepening before he pats your cheek, "good girl."

you smirk cheekily as you stand up and watch him pull his boxers and jeans back up, "did that answer your question?" you say with a giggle.

chris scoffs, standing up from the chair and rebuckling his belt while he smirks at you, "do i even need t'answer that?”

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: chris rapping in the new video made me go feral. like he sounded so good i'm being dead honest. kinda feel like it could've been better cuz i got a lil lazy lol butttt i hope you guys loved thissss!!

thank you for reading!! <3

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⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris is just too hot

ᰔᩚ requested from @anonymous: need a blurb of her arresting him for being too hot just like sabrina did in the sns tour

the music is swelling around you—fans screaming your name as you skip around the stage. as you flash the audience a sexy smirk at the start of one of your most popular songs, you let the rhythm take over.

as you perform the suggestive song, you can see chris up in the private box, his tall figure leaning against the railing, his eyes locked on you with a cocky smirk on his lips nodding to the beat of your song.

that’s all it takes. the moment you spot him, something lustful shifts inside you. he knows every side of you, even the parts no one else sees. and right now, you can’t resist having a little fun with him.

the song comes to an end, and it's time for the arrest—a fun little game you do with the audience at the end of this song every time you perform it.

they already know what's coming, buzzing with anticipation and cheer. your eyes land on chris once again and you see him chuckling in disbelief, making you giggle through your suggestive smirk.

"uh, guys?" you speak into the microphone, your eyes darting from chris to the crowd repeatedly with the same smirk on your lips.

the audience laughs and yells in response, clearly eager to know who you've picked to be under arrest tonight as you beckon your backup dancers towards you, "guys, come, come here!"

they emerge from the darkness of the stage at your demand, and you huddle into a little circle with them. you turn your head to look back at chris up in the private box, "is it hot in here, or is it just him?" you say seductively into the microphone, pointing up on the private box.

chris shakes his head in amusement, and you can see him chuckling under his breath as all the cameras begin to point at him in the box along with a spotlight.

as the arena fills with siren noises, you look around, acting as if you don't know what's happening. you've mastered this little game, having done it countless times on tour.

the sea of people's screams get louder, clearly not expecting you to do this to chris. "chris, is it?" you giggle into the microphone, your stare at your boyfriend filling with desire.

"thas' me," he shouts back as a bodyguard escorts him down from the box to stand at the bottom of the stage.

"well, chris..." you begin into the microphone, smirking through your suggestive voice as you walk towards him on the stage to which he returns with his own cocky look. "i'm so sorry, but...i'm going to have to place you under arrest for being too hot."

chris stares up at you from the floor, his expression filled with awe but also a playful sense of desire and his eyes widen at your next action.

"wait a second..." you gasp dramatically into the mic, staring down at your sparkly costume as your silver, long skirt drops into a short one. "my clothes are just...falling off my body! good thing it's not cold in here..." you giggle.

the audience erupts into cheer, all eyes on the two of you as chris laughs up at you, holding his wrists out as a backup dancer hands you a pair of hot pink, fluffy handcuffs encrusted in rhinestones.

you take the handcuffs, stepping out of your skirt as chris smirks up at you with his eyes widened eyes and a clearly wicked, needy smirk on his lips.

"chris, baby, will you be my juno boy?" you say into the microphone, leaning down to handcuff chris as the audience screams with cheer, the romantic melody of your next song softly booming throughout the arena.

"y'can arrest me any day, mama," he mumbles back up at you over the music, prodding the inside of his cheek with that same smirk that makes your knees weak.

"ugh, i'll be waiting for you tonight, chris," you say into the microphone, securing the handcuffs with a click.

"i'll be wearing something pretty for you," you smirk, licking your lips at him as you stand back up, turning around and swaying your hips as you walk to the center of the stage.

chris raises his eyebrows at you as you walk away, his tongue sliding across his bottom lip while he watches your ass move in rhythm with each step you take.

as the audience continues to roar with unexpected cheer and screams at your seductive words, chris is escorted back to the private box, knowing one thing for certain.

and that is: he'll be holding you to what you just said after your show is over.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i hope i explained this properly if you don't know what the "under arrest" game is at sabrina carpenter's concerts LMAO. if not, def look it up on tiktok!

thank you for reading!! <3

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⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris loves watching singer!reader struggle to keep quiet on his private jet

a slightly loud whine leaves your lips, a low grunt coming from chris above you. he pushes your thighs farther against your chest, his fingers digging into your flesh.

"fuck did i say?" he mumbles, his voice gruff with pleasure as he stares at your face twisted in ecstasy below him.

"m-m'sorry," you breathe out, biting your lip in attempts to keep your noises quiet.

"y'want my whole team out there hearin' us? lookin' at us weird when we land?" chris grunts, staring down at you with dark, hungry eyes.

"n-n...no," you whisper, barely coherent as he pounds into your tight warmth harder.

you're completely lost in the sensation. chris has you in a squished position, your thighs pressed up against your chest, calves resting on his shoulders as he slams into you repeatedly.

it's only been about ten minutes since chris tugged you down the aisles of his luxurious jet toward his suite, but you can already feel yourself growing close to the edge.

"c-chris...mmph," is all you manage to get out, your words a jumbled whine that you attempt to keep quiet, but fail miserably.

chris groans quietly above you, and suddenly he shifts his position. he presses his knee against the underside of your thigh to keep you in place, moving his hand to shove two fingers deep inside your wet mouth.

"shut up," he growls above you, his face inches away from yours as he pants against your face. you let out a gargled whimper around his fingers, opening your eyes that are filling with tears of euphoria.

"gotta be quiet ma, be my good girl 'n listen t'me, yeah?" chris grumbles, pumping into you faster as you nod, swirling your tongue around his fingers as you feel the familiar knot tightening in your belly.

your walls involuntarily squeeze around his hard length, making him hiss in pleasure, "yeah, y'gonna cum f'me?" he mumbles down at you, baby hairs sticking to his forehead.

all you can do is whine and moan quietly around his fingers, nodding in response while your fingers claw into his back.

chris chuckles darkly above you, moving his face to the crook of your neck, "yeah, can feel y'squeezin' me so tight. c'mon baby, let it alll out f'me, wanna see you droolin' all over my fingers when i make y'cum."

thank you for reading! <3

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but the way rapper!chris would fuck singer!reader after they haven’t seen each other in a while…

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris can't stand being away from singer!reader for an extended period of time

you step out of the car, the gentle hum of the engine fading into the quiet of the night.

the cool air nips at your skin as you pull your hood over your head, but it doesn't matter—you're finally back in LA. after weeks of traveling city to city, performing in packed venues, and living out of suitcases, all you can think about is chris.

you push open the front door of his big house quietly, the familiar creak of the hinges echoing in the stillness of the house. it's late, around midnight, so you assume his assistants along with nick and matt have gone to bed.

upstairs, the dim light from the wide hallway stretches ahead, leading you to where you know he’ll be.

when you reach chris' room, your heart pounding with anticipation in your chest, you push the door open, and there he is—sitting on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his head snapping up the moment you enter.

he doesn’t say a word at first, just stares at you like he’s trying to memorize every detail. his eyes burn with something primal, something that makes your breath hitch.

"i told you i’d come straight to you," you say, smiling softly.

before you can take another step, chris is on his feet, crossing the space between you in a heartbeat. his hands cup your face, his lips crashing onto yours in a kiss so desperate, so consuming, it leaves you gasping. his body presses against yours, backing you against the door, his heat overwhelming, his scent intoxicating.

"chris," you manage to breathe, your fingers tangling in his hair as his lips trail down your neck, nipping and sucking in a way that sends sparks of arousal shooting through your veins.

chris doesn’t let up, his hands roaming your body with a hunger that’s almost feral. he lifts you effortlessly, carrying you to his bed and laying you down with a gentleness that contrasts the intensity in his eyes.

"fuck," he mumbles against your smooth skin, his voice thick and raw as he climbs over you, his lips capturing yours again. "missed ya so much, ma, need ya bad," he mumbles thickly against your plush lips.

just moments later, chris has got you in a squished mating press, his nails digging into the undersides of your thighs as he pushes them further against your shoulders. he's moving at an erratic pace, the headboard of his bed slamming against the wall with each rough thrust he gives you as you wail loudly.

"fuck i missed her," he grunts, looking down at his cock driving into your sweet warmth. "look at her, ma," he grips your chin, flitting your lidded eyes to look down at your pussy gleaming with your slick, "she missed me too, didn't she?"

you pant breathlessly, unable to focus on anything in your foggy mind except for the intensifying ecstasy that makes your thighs twitch in his grip. all you can do is nod, too fucked out to even form words through your whines.

chris pounds into you even faster, deeper, moving one of his hands to press down on the bulge appearing in and out of your stomach as he grunts, "just like that, yeah? so fuckin' tight, feels perfect."

"chris," you manage to moan out, barely coherent through your open mouth, eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"c'mon, give it to me," he groans, beginning to rub tight, quick circles on your puffy clit, earning a sharp gasp from you as that familiar knot forms in your belly that you haven't felt in weeks. "wanna see ya fall apart f'me, baby, wanna see you cum on this dick."

with that, your body shakes, your spongy walls spasming around his cock along with a loud wail, your nails digging into his back. the jolts of pleasure leave you panting, whimpering as you open your eyes to blurry vision, taking in the sight of his face.

chris grunts deeply, a dark and dry chuckle leaving his lips as he watches your fucked out expression, "mhmmm, there it is, gooood girl," he growls, his own high catching up to him as he thrusts into you even harder.

thank you for reading! <3

tags: @sturnobsessedwh0re , @idrk2292 , @mattsbrat , @ribbonlovergirl , @swagalicious260 , @sturnhyyhblog , @matthewsroses

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⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris shows singer!reader how much he liked her lyrics about him

ᰔᩚ requested from @anonymous: !Rapper Chris x !Singer Reader. The reader makes a song like ‘Diet Pepsi’… and this time he shows HER how much he liked it.

in the studio, lit with soft pink and lavender lights, you glance over at chris, flashing him a teasing smile as you press play.

your new track—two hands—poured through the speakers. it's smooth, seductive, and sultry, with lyrics that are clearly all about him. each line is layered with flirty energy, painting him as your very own irresistible muse.

you sang in a way that was both playful and vulnerable, every "you" directed at him with a hint of something more. the lyrics describe the way he feels on top of you while you let everyone know he's yours. your voice is both sweet and daring, with a seductive edge that’s impossible to ignore,

"i want 'em all to see you look good on top of me."

"at this time of night, i need not one, not three—just your two hands on me like my life needs saving, let 'em all know, can you do it like that? yeah."

chris leans back in his chair, listening intently. a smirk played on his lips, but you can see a spark in his eyes, too, like he knows exactly what you were doing. his arms are crossed as he continues to listen, the smirk only growing on his lips and he can't deny that there's a tightness growing in his jeans.

as your voice trailed off with the final lyric, you look at him with a mischievous grin, waiting for his reaction.

you let the final notes linger in the air, watching chris as the song fades out. he doesn’t say anything right away, just keeps looking at you with that smirk, like he's replaying the lyrics in his head.

your heart is pounding, and you're pretending to be calm, but inside you're dying to know what he thinks. you basically just put all your feelings out there in the open, wrapped up in those beats and lines about him.

“a'ight,” he finally says, leaning back in his chair as he swipes his tongue across his bottom lip. “so that’s how y'feel, huh?”

you laugh, rolling your eyes to hide the fact that you're a little embarrassed. “maybe,” you say, trying to sound casual, but you can feel your cheeks heating up. “or maybe i was just testing out a new vibe.” but he knows you too well for that.

chris shakes his head, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “nah, i know you. you don’t sing like that unless y'mean it.” he pauses, his eyes catching yours. “''n i like it. a lot.”

hearing him say that, in that voice, with that look in his eyes, sends a rush of butterflies through you. you lean back in your chair, pretending you're all relaxed, but you know he can see right through you.

chris leans forward, that playful look in his eyes shifting into something more intense. he stands up slowly, walking toward you, and you can feel your pulse quicken with every step he takes.

before you know it, he’s right there, close enough that you can smell his cologne, and he’s looking at you with this heat that makes you forget all the words in your own song.

“so y'think you can write sum'n like that 'n jus' leave me hangin'?” chris murmurs, his voice low and dominant, sending a thrill through you.

you laugh up at him, it comes out a little suggestive. “what, you liked it that much?”

chris doesn’t answer right away. instead, he takes your hand, pulling you up from your chair so you're standing right in front of him. his hands settle on your hips, and he pulls you just a little bit closer, his lustful eyes never leaving yours.

“liked it?” he scoffs, his voice a rough whisper. “y'put me in a song like that, lemme hear how much you love when m'on top'a you, lemme hear how much y'need my hands on ya…what's not t'like ma?"

chris leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “think s'my turn t'show you how much i liked that,” his fingers trail down your arm, leaving tingles in their wake.

he doesn’t stop there, though. his hand slides around the back of your neck to grip it roughly, and then he’s kissing you, slow and deep, as if he’s answering every line you wrote, like he’s trying to show you exactly how much he felt every word. the song is still in your head, but it’s mixed up now with the way he’s holding you, his touch, the way he’s making you feel right here and now.

chris' kisses are sloppy and hungry, a mixture of your tongues swirling together with clashing of teeth. he's hungry for you, he's almost desperate to get a taste, his other hand sliding down your back to squeeze your ass harshly.

he pushes you back down into your chair, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek with a dangerous smirk down at you. you look up at him with an eager smirk, lust evident in both yours and his eyes.

"y'want it?" chris taunts, getting on his knees before you. his hands run up your thighs, sending a shiver down your spine while a stickiness settles in your thong.

"mhm," you hum, desire clear in your tone. chris scoffs, running his tongue over the top row of his teeth. the pinkness of the led lights in the empty studio cast a glimmer over his eager expression which only make you drip even more between your thighs.

"yeah?" chris taunts again, slowly riding your skirt up above your hips. his eyes catch the wet patch in your thong and he smirks, humming in amusement before he speaks, "look'a you, already fuckin' wet 'n i haven't even started."

"please," you murmur, your tone pleading and eager. your cunt is aching, throbbing for him. it's like an intense crave for his mouth as you stare down at him with desire in your eyes that glow beneath the led lights.

"what d'ya want ma? tell me 'n i'll give it t'ya," he says, his hands on your thighs running dangerously close to the area you need him most.

"need your mouth...and your fingers...please," you whimper, exhaling deeply.

chris hums, smirking darkly up at you, "there ya go, good girl," he says. but then an idea pops in his head and he reaches over to the desk, hitting play on your track before his smirk grows, "gonna give ya what y'need real good baby."

your song fills the studio again like a slow-burning flame, each note wrapping around the space and sinking into every corner, soft yet powerful. somehow it feels even more intimate in this moment with chris kneeling between your thighs, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your panties, his other hand caressing your inner thigh.

when he pulls them down to your ankles, pulling you closer to his face by your hips, you can feel yourself getting more and more eager.

chris' lips kiss your inner thighs teasingly, wet tiny kisses trailing up towards your sopping heat. it makes you whimper, the need and crave for him building up impossibly further. he grins against your skin, your whimpers make him even harder in his jeans—but tonight's about you.

he pushes your knees further apart and without warning, he's licking a long stripe up your heat making you gasp in response, your eyes immediately fluttering closed.

he smirks up at you, his tongue continuously licking all around your drenched cunt before he leans back. his smirk deepens at the sight before him, your center glistening with arousal beneath the pink lights.

chris raises his hand, delivering a rough smack to your pussy. you squeal, flinching a bit and he laughs darkly, "taste so fuckin' sweet f'me, mama, so good."

he quickly latches his lips onto your swollen bundle of your nerves, your song echoing in your ears as your eyes immediately roll back, hands flying to tangle in his hair.

chris sucks and licks at your clit, moving one of his hands from your thigh to slide his middle finger inside of you with ease, a squelch mixing into the lyrics of your track.

"o-oh chris..." you whine, your hips involuntarily bucking up against his mouth. he growls out a snicker, pushing your hips back down with his free hand as he uses his other to pump his finger in and out of you.

his lips coat in your juices as he sucks vigorously on your pink nub, licking quicker with every passing second and before you know it, he's sliding another finger into your dripping pussy.

the sensation makes you gasp and moan loudly, pulling at his hair as you throw your head back. your face is all fucked out, he smirks up at you when he sees it and hums against you. it sends a vibration through your trembling body, only pushing you closer.

"c-chris...f-feels so good," you whimper, panting in and out, the lewd slurps and squelches mixing with your song pumping through the studio.

he releases his lips, licking your glimmering arousal off of them as he looks up at you, "mhm, i know," he coos with a cocky smirk.

before you can get a word in, he catches your clit back in his mouth but this time it's at an even ungodlier pace than before. his fingers are pumping in and out of you rougher now and you feel yourself right on the edge.

your fingers are tugging and pulling at his brown locks, your head thrown back and your expression twisted in ecstasy while you mewl softly. your spongy walls clench around his fingers, making him smirk against your pussy, "gonna cum f'me baby? yeah, c'mon, can feel ya squeezin' my fingers."

you pant in and out and then your body stiffens. your high washes over you like a waterfall, your legs trembling, your hips grinding against his face as you moan out, "o-oh fuck! c-chris! mmph!" repeating his name over and over like a lewd chant.

"yeeeah, there it is, atta girl," he praises, licking up every last drop of your sweet cum as if it's the best thing he's tasted.

you pant deeply, coming down from your high. your song fades out and he picks his head up, smirking down at your worn out pussy as he bites his lip. he delivers another slap to it, making you gasp and flinch, "m'girl's got such a pretty pussy, tastes so pretty."

he licks his fingers soaked in your cum and arousal clean, his eye contact with your half lidded eyes never ceasing. you stare at him with parted lips as he stands up, catching your breath with a now tired expression.

he smiles, a little breathless. “y'know you’re gonna have t'keep writin' songs like that, right?”

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i looooveee rapper!chris! also i know anon requested a song like diet pepsi, but i figured 2 hands by tate mcrae fit better, so i hope you guys don't mind!

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rapper!chris putting singer!reader moans in his songs

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris puts an erotic twist into one of his tracks

you're sat in the dimly lit studio, the faint smell of weed and a hint of cologne lingering in the air.

chris is next to you at the mixing console, a pair of headphones draped casually around his neck with a joint between his fingers. he has his signature grin on his lips, the one that’s equal parts mischievous and confident. he looks excited, but you're not sure what's got him all riled up.

“i got sum'n f'you,” he says, his voice brimming with excitement.

you raise an eyebrow at him. “what’s that look for?” you tease, a smirk on your lips.

he hums, prodding his tongue at the inside of his cheek, swiveling around to face the console, “you’ll see.”

chris hits play, and the track begins. the bassline is smooth, the beat infectious, and his flow—well, it’s chris, so it’s good. really good.

the lyrics are a bit erotic, though it's nothing you haven't heard chris rap about before. but this is different, it's more intimate, more descriptive, more sexy.

you’re nodding along, letting yourself get lost in the rhythm. then, about halfway through, something catches your attention. chris is watching you, the same half excited half playful smirk on his lips as he takes a drag from the joint.

you lean forward, your ears straining. no fucking way...

the song continues, and there’s no mistaking it now. layered into the beat, perfectly timed with the drops and rhythm, are soft, intimate moans—your moans.

your jaw drops, and for a second, you can’t process what you’re hearing.

“chris!” you yell, eyes wide as you whip your head toward him, a grin of disbelief on your mouth.

he’s already laughing, leaning back in his chair like he’s been waiting for this exact reaction. “y'like it?” he says between chuckles, his wicked grin spreading even wider as he exhales a cloud of smoke.

“there's no fucking way,” you manage to choke out, half mortified, half trying not to laugh yourself.

“you put my moans in a song?! when did you even—how did you—?” your voice trails off, your mind a whirlwind of confused thoughts and questions.

“last week when we fucked in'ere, y'don't remember, ma?” he asks, shrugging like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

you groan, covering your face in your hands as you lean forward in your chair. you're still in disbelief, but part of you thinks this is definitely something chris would do.

he's snickering beside you, "oh, my bad...forgot y'were too busy ridin' me, guess y'didn't notice i started recordin'," he jokes cockily, almost as if he's taunting you, his voice a bit muffled by the joint between his lips as he takes another drag.

you can’t help the giggle that escapes. “chris, you’re insane. my mom listens to your music!”

he leans closer, his expression softening slightly as he tries to reassure you with a hand on your knee. “relax, ma. nobody’s gonna know s'you, people put moans in songs all the time. besides,” he adds, flashing that signature smirk again, “y'sound so pretty.”

you pick your face up, cheeks slightly rosy as you flash him a mocking glare. “you’re unbelievable," you chuckle.

“admit it,” he says as he passes you the joint, “s'kinda fire.”

you shake your head, still laughing as you accept the joint. “yeah, yeah, it’s fire. but if my mom finds out, you’re explaining this one.”

chris rolls his eyes, “aight, whatever,” he chuckles, scrunching his face up when you playfully blow the smoke in his face, his hand swatting the cloud away. “yo, chill wit' that before i tell your mom who's moans these are,” he smirks evilly.

you groan, leaning back in your chair with a frown at him, taking another rip from the joint, but this time exhaling the smoke to the side.

chris' smirk grows, snickering under his breath as he swivels his chair to face the console again, “yeah, that's what i thought.”

divider creds: @kyejiz

thank you for reading! <3

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i need singer!reader and rapper!chris first time 🙏🏻

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris x singer!reader's first time

you're not sure how you've ended up in this position, in a stall of the women's bathroom with chris at the strip club for the launch party of yours and his new song.

you've only met chris about three months ago when his manager reached out to yours, wanting to feature you on one of chris' songs thinking the girly nature of your music would contrast perfectly with chris' hard rap vibe.

again, you're not sure how it happened, but a few drinks and a blunt later, he's got you pushed up against the door of the stall. his hands are set firmly on your waist, his lips attacking yours with evident dominance.

"pretty fuckin' girl," chris slurs against your lips, his tongue sliding against yours hungrily, teeth clashing every so often as his fingers roam around your body.

his lips detach from yours, moving down to nip at your neck. your arms tighten around his shoulders, half lidded eyes closing in arousal.

"so hot," he murmurs against your skin between kisses, your heavy breaths filling the stall as you feel a slickness settling in your panties.

"y'think i can fuck you better than any other guy you've fucked wit'?" he smirks dangerously against the flesh of your collarbone, drunk eyes flitting up to your needy face.

"mm...maybe?" you mumble back, your own glossy eyes meeting his. your response makes him laugh darkly, fingers riding your dress up over your hips.

"yeah. we'll fuckin' see 'bout that," he slurs, flipping your body around and your breath hitches. "bend over f'me ma."

you do as he says, bending your body over before him, palms pressed against the door of the stall. you hear him hum in arousal behind you, one hand pushing down the small of your back, the other tracing the lacy material of your thong.

a moment later, you hear the clacking of his belt as he unzips his jeans and pulls them down just enough to pull out his already hardened length, dripping with precum.

he keeps one hand on your ass, squeezing the flesh as you wait eagerly for him to fuck you, his other hand pumping himself a few times and you hear him grunt quietly behind you.

"fuckin' perfect body," he mumbles, you're able to practically hear the wicked smirk on his face as his fingers trace the curve of your ass. "perfect face," he continues, his fingers moving up to cup your jaw, "perfect hair," he says, tugging your head back by a handful of your hair roughly, but also oddly gentle.

"lemme know if s'too much, yeah?" he slurs, his chest pressing against you as he whispers huskily in your ear. his tone sends shivers down your spine and you nod eagerly.

he hums in amusement, smirking as he licks his lips and leans back. he gives your ass a slap before running his tip through your sopping folds, making you whimper quietly.

a short while later, he's pounding into you absolutely mercilessly. he's grunting lowly from behind you, one hand on your ass guiding you back onto him, the other gripping your hair tightly in his grasp as the locked stall door slams with each action of his hips.

your face is totally fucked out, drool seeping past your open mouth, eyes rolled all the way back, brows knit together in pleasure as loud whines and pants leave your lips.

"yeah, y'like that?" he chuckles through a breathy groan, leaning forward to speak darkly in your ear.

your mind is too foggy with intoxication and euphoria to even respond, your cheeks heating up as each word you try to say just comes out in babbled moans.

chris laughs huskily in your ear, slapping your ass as he smirks mischievously, "y'were a lil' sweet girl i met three months ago, now look at you. fuckin' droolin' 'n goin' dumb over some dick."

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Hiiiiii, your work is like insanely good. I am obsessed with singer!reader and rapper!chris!!Can I request one where they’re just like oh and someone asked for a picture with reader and Chris takes it?? It’s just really cute and fluffy!!!

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris loves to watch singer!reader interact with her fans

the night air hums with energy as you step out of the sleek black escalade, chris closely at your side.

the flash of cameras hits immediately, paparazzi shouting questions you’ve learned to ignore. your bodyguards keep the growing crowd at bay, creating a bubble of calm amid the chaos.

chris keeps a hand at the small of your back as you walk toward the restaurant. his presence is grounding, his confident grin a constant reminder not to take any of this too seriously.

that’s when you hear it—a small, timid voice breaking through the noise.

“excuse me… um, can i get a picture?”

you turn to see a young girl, maybe ten or eleven, clutching a phone in her hands along with a vinyl of your newest album. her eyes are wide with hope, her cheeks flushed with nervous excitement. it’s clear she’s talking to you.

your heart melts instantly. you crouch a little to her level, offering her your warmest smile. “of course, pretty girl. what’s your name?”

the crowd of fans and paparazzi begin gushing at the adorable moment, some fans trying to push through the crowd in hopes to get a picture with you as well.

“ava,” she says shyly, glancing between you and chris as if she can’t believe this is happening.

chris steps in before you can even think about how to set this up. “here, i got it,” he says, holding his hand out for ava’s phone.

ava hesitates, starstruck. “oh my gosh, you’re chris!” she exclaims through an excited grin, her eyes twinkling with awe.

he chuckles, taking the phone with ease. “yeah, that's me kid.”

you laugh softly at him, stepping closer to ava as chris angles the phone. “aight, big smiles,” he says, crouching slightly for the perfect shot.

you wrap an arm around ava, who looks like she might float away from happiness. chris adjusts the phone, tapping to focus, his tongue poking out in focus to get the perfect picture as he watches you interact with the little fan.

“got it,” he announces after a few clicks. he kneels to show ava the pictures, and her face lights up.

“thank you so much!” she says, looking from him to you with pure gratitude.

“of course, ava,” you reply, ruffling her hair gently. “have the best day ever, okay?”

as the girl rushes back to her parents, you turn to find chris staring at you. not at the cameras, not at the crowd—but at you. he looks lost in thought, a smirk on his face, but it's not cocky as usual. he looks in awe of you.

“what?” you ask, raising an eyebrow, a snicker slipping past your lips.

he shakes his head, that lopsided grin of his spreading wider. “nah, nothin',” he says softly with a shake of his head. “you’re just so sweet.”

you roll your eyes, though you’re smiling. “chris, stop.”

“m'serious ma,” he says, slipping his arm back around your waist as you both continue toward the restaurant. “i love watchin' ya interact wit' your fans, 'specially the little ones, she was all smiles.”

the flashes of the paparazzi pop again, but they’re nothing compared to the warmth in his voice. you lean into him slightly, an appreciative smile on your lips as he grins down at you, his arm snaking around your waist as you enter the restaurant away from the chaos.

it always baffles chris how you're so patient and sweet with your fans, not that he's not appreciative and kind with his fans, but you...

the way your face lights up when you meet them, the kindness in your soft voice, the gestures you make to them.

it just makes him love you even more.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: the end is a lil cringe in my opinion, but i didn't know how else to end this so i hope it was okay lmao

thank you for reading! <3

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singer!reader and rapper!chris going out in public for the first time as a couple 🙏🏻

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris and singer!reader go out after announcing their relationship

the moment you step out of the sleek black escalade, a wave of flashing lights explodes in your face, blinding and relentless.

your hand tightens around chris' as your heels hit the pavement, instinctively seeking reassurance in his presence. he’s calm, or at least he looks it—a towering, cocky figure in his signature oversized fresh love hoodie and chain glinting under the relentless camera flashes.

but even his steady energy doesn’t make the chaos any less overwhelming.

the paparazzi are like a storm, shouting questions, calling your name, calling his name. they surge closer, despite the burly bodyguards who form a human barricade around you.

"chris! look over here!"

"are you two moving in together?"

"how does it feel to finally go public?"

their voices are a chaotic blur, jabbing and prodding with every invasive question. you feel chris start to stiffen beside you, his towering frame cutting through the chaos like a wall, but even he can’t ignore how relentless they’re being.

you're both used to this, living in the fame, being bombarded by paparazzi and invasive questions. but this time it's different, both of you have never been so viciously swarmed.

“back up!” one of the bodyguards barks, his arms spread wide, but it barely makes a dent. a camera flashes inches from your face, and you flinch instinctively, your free hand darting to adjust your sunglasses.

chris’s hand tightens around yours, his grip almost too firm now, and you can feel the frustration radiating off him like heat beneath the confident front he puts up. “yo, chill!” he snaps at the crowd, his voice deep and cutting through the noise.

the shouting doesn’t stop, though. if anything, it grows louder. they’re not just taking pictures—they’re circling, pressing, trying to get closer. one of them stumbles into the bodyguard’s arm, and that’s when chris loses it.

“yo, BACK UP!” he bellows, his voice booming above the chaos. the air seems to shift. the crowd pauses for a fraction of a second before surging forward again, emboldened by his reaction.

his jaw clenches, and he pulls you tighter to him, his protective arm curling around your shoulders. you can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s holding himself back. “fuckin' relax!” he shouts again, his voice sharper now, almost furious.

part of you wants to tug him toward the safety of the restaurant doors out of anxiety, but another part is relieved he’s standing his ground. you glance up at him, your heart pounding in your chest.

“chris,” you murmur anxiously, just loud enough for him to hear.

his gaze snaps to yours, his features softening instantly. he exhales sharply through his nose, shaking his head as if to clear it. “i gotchu,” he mutters, his tone quieter but still edged with frustration. at his words, you grow a bit calmer and you believe him. you always do.

chris squeezes your hand again, his grip firm and grounding. he doesn’t let go, not even when someone shouts something crude about your shimmery mini skirt, not even when you falter slightly on the curb.

finally, the heavy doors of the upscale restaurant swing open, and the noise dims, replaced by the cool hum of ritzy music and polite conversation.

chris lets out a breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly, and you can’t help but laugh—quiet, nervous, but real.

he glances at you as he tugs you along to make his way up to the hostess podium, his brows furrowed, "what?" he murmurs, a small chuckle leaving his lips at your laughter.

you shake your head, snickering as you speak over the chatter, "just never been swarmed so bad like that before."

chris smirks cockily down at you, leaning down to speak in your ear, "get used t'it."

thank you for reading! <3

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singer!reader riding rapper!chris thigh begging him to touch her but he won’t after she’s had snarky comments all day

I NEED THIS SJSJSJDJ

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris loves to tease singer!reader after she's been bratty

"please," you whine, desperately trying to get yourself off on chris' thigh, the king size bed quietly creaking underneath both of your body.

your eyes are closed, your brows furrowed together as your panties stick uncomfortably to your slick folds, the scent of weed lingering in the air from the joint between chris' lips.

he's refusing to touch you. after dealing with your attitude and little bitchy comments all day? absolutely not.

hes sat beneath you as you straddle his thigh, his hands at his sides, a wicked grin on his lips, snickering to himself as he watches you through glazed over eyes. "so desperate, ain't you?" he taunts, making your fingers clench around his t-shirt tighter.

"just touch me...please...chris," you whimper, your voice laced with need, your expression pathetic as you ride his thigh faster, but you need his touch.

"you're wildin'," he chuckles, exhaling a large cloud of smoke, "wantin' me to touch you after i've been dealin' wit' a brat all day…s'not happenin' mama."

"i need it," you whine, opening your eyes half lidded with a swirl of desperation and lust in them, rocking your hips in an uncoordinated, needy rhythm, your arousal transferring onto the material of his jeans.

"nah, you're good," he says through the same, wicked smirk. "why can't y'get y'self off, hm? looks like you're tryin' real hard."

"i need you, please, i need you," you whine, your tone getting more desperate and frustrated as you speak and tug at the collar of his shirt, "please touch me."

"i said no," he mumbles, the joint between his lips as he puffs out smoke between words, "only good girls get to be touched, not brats, shoulda thought 'bout speakin' to me the way y'did all day if y'wanted to fuck." he grips your hips tightly, stopping your needy motions.

"m'sorry," you whimper, a quiet whine of frustration and pleasure as you squirm your hips, trying to rub against his thigh harder but to no avail, "please."

"sorry f'what? use those words f'me," he taunts.

"m'sorry for b—mmph—being a brat...all day," you gasp out as his fingers slowly loosen on your hips, allowing you to continue just a little bit.

"y'think y'deserve it?" he hums, his tinted red eyes swirling with arousal and dominance up at you as he takes another drag from his joint.

"y-yeah...i'm...m'sorry baby," you whisper through heavy breaths tainted with desperation.

chris' demeanor shifts, his expression dominant and aroused. he places the joint back between his lips before flipping you over, earning a shriek of shock and relief from you as his hands grip your hips harder.

"look at the mess y'made on my pants," he scoffs, leaning up on his knees as he grips your chin, forcing you to look at your stickiness on his jeans. your cheeks flush as your eyes dart from his to the stain on his jeans, "sorry...sorry," you whisper.

he snickers under his breath, unbuckling his belt with one hand, the other swinging your thighs over his shoulders, "hope y'ready ma, cause i ain't gonna go easy on ya."

divider creds: @kyejiz

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: just wanted to say, the end dialogue is inspired by a fic written by @sturnioz in her fb!chris x shy!reader au!!

thank you for reading! <3

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rapper!chris making singer!reader using a vibrator in public… i think i’m kinda horny today sorry

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris decides to have some fun with singer!reader at dinner

chris had won the dumbass deal.

the deal was that if he finished his single and got it ready to drop by the weekend, you'd let him use a vibrator on you at dinner.

and he fucking won. of course he did. he always does.

"see this?" he smirks, holding up a little remote controller as he backs up from the edge of his bed where you're sat, the vibrator deep inside your pussy as you pull your dress back down below your thighs.

"if you let that bratty attitude come out..." chris taunts, holding the controller up with an evil smirk, "this is what's gonna happen." he presses one of the buttons.

a shriek leaves your lips, your hands clenching around the sheets of his bed. your legs are shaking, your eyes screwed shut. a chuckle leaves his lips as he stands in front of you with that same fucking smirk.

and now, in the restaurant, the soft glow of chandeliers overhead bathing the room in a warm, inviting light, you know you're in for a rude awakening.

you're annoyed. annoyed with yourself that you even agreed to this, annoyed with chris for talking you into this ridiculous deal. and what makes you the most irritated is that there's absolutely no going back now.

chris is sat across from you, unable to wipe that goddamn smirk off his lips as his eyes scan the menu. his pupils swirling with anticipation flit up to you, and for once he can't wait for that attitude of yours to slip out.

"what're y'gonna get?" he asks, folding his menu back up.

your eyes flit up from your own menu, chewing on the inside of your cheek, your expression annoyed. "dunno," you mumble, looking back down at the fancy menu.

you can feel chris' eyes narrow at you, the smirk growing on his lips, "dunno?" he repeats, snickering, "already sassin' me 'n we ain't even been here for ten minutes."

you don't reply, your attitude getting the best of you. you keep your eyes on your menu, eyes flickering over the various expensive dishes.

but they squeeze shut when the vibrator begins sending waves of intense pleasure through your entire body, making you gasp sharply. the noise of clinking silverware and voices turns into a blur around you, mixing in with a laugh from chris as you squeeze your trembling thighs together.

"so sensitive," he taunts, you can hear the smirk on his mouth. "gonna tell me what your gettin' now?"

"u-uh..." you stutter, your voice almost a moan. your fingers are sinking into your thighs as you keep them crossed tight. "i-i..."

"c'monnn," chris groans with a roll of his eyes, "speak up ma," he says condescendingly.

"s-steak," you pant out, biting your bottom lip so hard you're sure it may bleed.

"uh-huh," chris nods, smirking wickedly at you, "what kinda steak?"

a sharp moan escapes your lips as the vibrations course through your body, your thighs trembling more viciously than they were a few seconds ago.

"shh," chris snickers, ignoring the unavoidable twitching of his cock beneath his jeans as he looks around at other people in the restaurant, "we're in public, remember?"

you nod, your mouth agape as you breathe heavy, your eyes still pinched shut. the pleasure gets more intense, your toes curling in your heels, your moans threatening to spill from your lips.

"oh ma," chris chuckles darkly, leaning back in his seat as he crosses his arms over his chest, shaking his head. his tongue prods the inside of his cheek as he watches your expression change, watches your pretty lips struggle to keep quiet. "feels so good y'can't even answer me, huh?"

"p-please," you manage to gasp out, barely coherent. your hands are digging into the sides of your chair, your thighs crossed tightly across each other. "i-i can't...t-too...much..."

chris laughs again, shaking his head as he swipes his tongue across his bottom lip. "nah, y'lost the deal baby," he speaks through a smirk as he leans closer to your face from across the table.

your eyes flit open half lidded, vision blurry, the sight of his face turning you on even more as the vibrator continues to send waves of intense pleasure through your body. "gonna keep you on your toes alllll night, ain't lettin' you cum from some dumbass toy, want you to cum when i fuck you later."

thank you for reading! <3

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[strnilolover]

oh, i’m soaked. 😮‍💨

singer!reader and rapper!chris makeup sex

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris makes singer!reader apologize during sex

"think s'funny to piss me off?" chris grunts from behind you, his hard cock pounding into you from behind as he delivers a harsh slap to your already reddened ass.

"i-i said m-m'sorry!" you whine, voice muffled by your fucked out face being pressed into the pillow. your voice is barely even coherent by the way chris is fucking you.

"sorry ain't gonna cut it ma," chris chuckles in a breathy tone, pushing down the small of your back to arch, your belly pressing against the sheets of your bed.

"p-please," you whimper, almost barely audible as chris' tip brushes against your cervix deliciously with each hard movement of his hips.

chris smirks through his pleasured expression, leaning over you. he hooks an arm around your shoulders, then grasps your throat lightly to pull your head out of your pillow, "what is it ma? please what?" he whispers huskily in your ear.

"m-m'sorry," you repeat, your whine barely above a whisper. you can feel his lidded eyes burning into you, and you know he always loves the way your eyes roll in the back of your head when he's got you like this.

"sorry f'what, exactly?" he snickers huskily. you can hear the smirk on his lips.

"s-sorry...for..." you're cut off with a loud gasp when chris drives himself fully out of you before slamming right back inside your tight pussy. your piercing gasp makes him grunt through a chuckle, "yeah? go on."

"f-for..." you begin, but it's just too much. your mind is foggy, all it can focus on the way chris is fucking you. it's so fast, so rough, yet so loving and passionate. just the way you like it. you're practically drooling on your pillow.

"mhm?" he presses, a wicked smirk on his lips, his heavy breaths fanning against your ear and he squeezes your throat just a tad to get you to speak.

"f-for my...attitude," you breathe out through your open mouth, your jaw practically locking as your walls involuntarily squeeze around his dick, letting both of you know how close you are.

"uh-uh," chris tuts, hissing in pleasure at the way your walls tighten so smugly around him. "what else y'sorry for baby? you're not cummin' till i get a real apology," he grunts in your ear, speeding up his actions just to rile you up a bit more.

the way your headboard is hitting the wall with every thrust, the way the pleasure is deliciously intensifying through your weak body, the way your mind can't focus on anything except ecstasy—it's too much.

"i-i...i can't...remember," you moan desperately, your fingers gripping your floral bedsheets oh so tight, tears of pleasure blurring your already blurred vision.

chris laughs darkly, shaking his head and squeezing your throat a little tighter, "yeah y'do, c'mon," he groans, "use that pretty mouth of yours if y'wanna cum."

"m-m'sorry for...m-my attitude and..." your voice breaks, a loud moan leaving your lips as you desperately try to hold back your orgasm. "and f-for c-calling you a dick," you somehow manage to get out, though it's jumbled with whimpers. you can only hope it's enough for chris. his loosening grip on your throat gives you an ounce of hope.

"thaaat's my girl," he praises, dragging out his words through a grunt and you moan softly in relief and ecstasy. his thrusts are a little uncoordinated now, you know he's right on the edge with you as he mumbles through a grin in your ear, "fuuuck, c'mon mama, cum f'me. my good girl."

thank you for reading! <3

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