#♯ ꒰toxicex!chris꒱

[chrismalfoy]

TO LET GO OF YOU

꒰ toxicex!chris x playhardtoget!reader ꒱ — contains: smut, angst and heavy tensions.

chris lives a double life—one on the internet, where the fandom knows him as the funniest, goofiest, and sweetest guy, and the other, a darker reality where he’s constantly battling his demons, crashing out most of the time—the one you know.

and when it he came to his demons, you were the one that lingered. the demon he can’t seem to let go of, the one he craves the most.

nick had invited you last minute to tara’s one million subscribers celebration, practically begging you to come.

chris stumbles into you. “hi, pretty girl,” he slurs. you look him over, his disheveled state making it clear he’s completely out of it—a total mess.

chris’s eyes linger on your figure, taking in how your black silky dress hugged your curves perfectly. a smirk tugs at his lips. “you look really good.”

his hands slide beneath your dress, resting on your ass. “chris,” you murmured, pushing him back slightly.

chris groans, dropping his hands and running them through his messy hair. “you’re no fun,” he scoffs, crossing his arms.

“and you’re drunk,” you retort, crossing your arms.

he exhales sharply, throwing his hands up in frustration. “i’m not fucking drunk.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes and tilting your head as you take him in again. “you can’t even function properly.”

he hates to admit you’re right, but that doesn’t stop him from raising his voice. “i’m fucking fine.”

you furrow your brows. “fine.” with that, you turn and walk away.

“shit, wait!” he runs a hand through his hair, quickening his pace to catch up with you.

chris was a stumbling mess, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. “god, fuck, stop walking,” he growls in frustration.

“chris, let go.” you place your hands on his to remove his arms from your waist.

chris growls in frustration, his voice turning aggressive. “fuck no. you’re not getting away from me.”

you turn around, holding his wrist up to stop him. “chris, you’re fucking drunk. stop acting like a damn dickhead.”

he scoffs, smirking. “i don’t care.” he yanks his wrist from your grip and pulls you closer, hands gripping your waist.

you huff, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into the bathroom. it’s embarrassing to see him act like this, especially at a party full of influencers.

you close the door behind you, releasing his wrist. “can you get your act together?”

he lets out a sarcastic laugh, followed by a scoff. “fuck no.”

you raise your eyebrows, your voice rising. “you’re at a party! you’re going to make a fool of yourself, chris.”

your words didn’t seem to bother him, a smirk spreading across his face as he tilts his head. “don’t care,” he whispers.

「 © chrismalfoy 」

[chrismalfoy]

⌞ contains: mostly smut, but will have fluff & angst. ⌝

modeling for skims as a whore

explicit macbook photobooth

hold tight

christmas morning sex

new year, same dick

whipped cream

ᯓ AU MASTERLIST

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♯ ꒰toxicex!chris꒱ & ♯ ꒰playhardtoget!reader꒱

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