#and i dont know i just know she will never abandon me

[mi-co-uk]

𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱

loner!reader x needy!chris

plot: after the party, the sexual tension becomes too much to bear..

WARNINGS: SMUTTT, lots of neck kissing, chris is a munch, mentions of intoxication, getting caught - embarrassment. use of y/n , I think that's it but let me know if I've missed anythinggg . the series itself will contain smut fluff and angst ⋆𐙚 NOT PROOFREAD ! 2.5 k words

( this can technically be read on its own but it's a part of a seriesss )

pls enjoy <3

NAVIGATION

SERIES MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 4 || pushing it down and praying

the state chris woke up in became increasingly confusing as he tried to remember the night before. he remembers turning up at the party, he remembers feeling pissed off. what he doesn't remember, is how he ended up with his boxers discared and his dick carelessly abandoned with his bedroom door was wide open. immediately humiliated, he resorted to comfier clothes before heading to the main room, hoping to fill the missing gaps of his memory.

the sun was peering in from the kitchen window, shining on matt who was eating while mindlessly scrolling on his phone.

"you looking for y/n?" matt asked without averting his eyes from the device.

"she was here?"

"you don't remember?" chris' eyes were finally met by his brother's as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "jesus kid, didn't realise you were that out of it."

chris began massaging his forehead, desperate to apply enough pressure to push away the growing migraine.

"just tell me what happened, matt."

chris had never felt so appalled at the idea of making out with someone. some random girl who's name was lost on him, matt had said. if anyone, chris had a memory of making out with y/n but his brother assured him that didn't happen - chris knew it would've been too good to be true.

"whys she not here then?"

"you tell me. last thing I knew was she was gonna stick with us today but she went back home this morning. barely said goodbye to me." chris knew it was wrong to feel warmth at the idea of you brushing off matt completely, especially considering his unease at the growing closeness between the two of you recently. he quickly pushed down these thoughts to focus on the situation at hand.

"what was she like then? after the party"

"pissed off, chris." again, the smugness he felt was probably morally wrong - but you were pissed off that chris had been with someone else, and that meant something new.

*

he knew it was a long shot, but he wanted to try anyway. he dialed your number, listening to the tone while he hoped to hear you answer. what the fuck was he gonna say? ' sorry that I made out with someone even though we aren't together? sorry that I'm glad I did since it meant you can't deny you have feelings for me? '. his mind was a whirlwind of apologies, all feeling incredibly fake while he still relished in the idea he could call you out. why doesn't he just do that instead?

the ringtone of your phone drilled through your head abruptly as it snapped you out of your disassociative state. you were relaxed on your bed, reflecting on the night before with a growing anger the more you thought of it all. you instinctively go to press a button on the screen - the sharp gesture messing with your focus as you accidentally accept the call.

"fuck." you exclaimed without thinking.

"hello to you too." chris' cocky voice came from your speaker phone, your eyes rolling in annoyance from the sound of it.

"I didn't mean to pick up."

"aw, I can feel the love from here."

you take a deep breath before responding, the microphone picking up on it. "I dont feel like doing anything today. if that's why you're calling."

"what's the matter, baby?" his teasing continued, fueling your irritation further.

"not your baby." you muttered quickly. "and maybe it's that fact you were all over some girl-"

"jealous?"

your breathing hitched, realising what you'd essentially admitted "what? no-"

"you seem it"

you dont want to give in to his game. how much did he remember from last night? especially if he knows about the girl from the party.

"I um- how much do you remember? as in after the party?"

"nothing."

"how-"

"matt told me. said you were real pissed off too"

the whole situation was exhausting. you felt far too exposed for comfort. and now you had to tell him everything matt didn't know about last night.

"chris, about last night." you took a deep sigh, almost expecting chris to interrupt - but he stayed quiet. "more stuff happened after the party."

you knew you should just get to the point but it felt impossible to do so.

"you kinda, um. you- fuck I can't say it."

"w-what happened?" chris' had was filled with various scenarios- terrified as he remembered the state he woke up in, and how it could relate to what you were about to tell him.

"you were just all touchy! and- I don't know I just ran out."

"shit, I'm so sorry y/n"

"it's whatever-"

"I'm still sorry-" "I didn't mind it."

you could hear him chuckling through the phone. "oh yeah?"

"goodbye chris."

"aw cmon-"

you hadn't meant to confess as much as you had - but there was a small sense of relief regardless. however, no matter that you hadn't minded what happened after the party, you were continously replaying the scene of him and that girl in your mind.

'drunk words are sober thoughts' - did that apply here? did he really not care enough about you to show some restraint? or was he just that drunk?

you'd worked together a plan. an extremely petty one. but right now, you couldn't see a scenario that didn't end in chris getting his act together - so you didn't really care.

- matt I'm at the door let me in

*

chris had decided to give you space. he was hoping it would piss you off enough that he wasn't trying to contact you as desperately as he would normally, for you to call him first this time. he felt like it was a lost cause after about 6 hours in.

it was his typical routine to bother matt about ordering food, hoping they'd want something similar enough that he would just end up paying for it.

his walk towards matt's closed door was interrupted abruptly when he heard a female voice - laughing, coming from matts room. he could've sworn it sounded like - and it happens again. the laugh chris always works desperately to hear, the laugh of his favourite person. but you were in matts room.

he hurriedly pushed open the door, the sight of you and matt laying together - clothed, thank god, laughing at trash tv. your eyes met his instantly, a glimmer of hope sparkling in them.

you'd explained matt what you wanted to happen. the best case scenario and the worst case scenario. endless conversing for hours, waiting for chris to turn up for whatever reason, and it worked out better than you imagined it.

*

he was angry. of course he was. but once again, laying eyes on you tugged down his guard. especially when you looked at him that way. you werent confused, or irritated at chris' intrusion. you were relieved - even excited.

he wipes his face in frustration, taking a minute to evaluate and make his next decision. he watched matts eyes dart between the two of you, trying to figure out what the fuck was happening. he noticed barely, a slight twitch from the corner of your mouth, before you just couldn't give in as a small smile spread across your face.

"cmere." chris muttered in a sigh, his head gesturing towards the hallway he was stood in.

you eagerly got to from matts bed, turning your head as you got to the door frame to give matt a quick wave goodbye. your excitement starting to rub off on chris.

he was now leant against the kitchen table. a flat expression on his face despite the energy he was giving off.

"the fuck was that then, huh?"

"what's what?" you muttered, unconvincingly acting as if you had no idea of his problem.

"you tryna piss me off, pretty?" you edged closer timidly, chris' hands reaching for your waist to pull you against him. you completely avoid eye contact, staring at the floor, wall - anywhere but his expression. "that was the best you could do?"

the comment was not expected - you turn your head quickly to meet his gaze, a wide smirk greeting you.

"barely gave me a reason to be pissed off."

your smile is wiped completely, realising you'd overworked your revenge in your head when in reality, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. now it was just embarrassing.

"aw, it's okay, I know what you want," he leans down to start placing light kisses over your neck, light enough that you completely craved the needy, rough kisses he'd given you before.

"please" you let escape in a breath, chris' grip tightening to pull you impossibly closer.

"feel good, baby?"

you whine in response, tugging on his hair closer in desperation for more friction.

he gave in just a little - his kisses becoming a little more sloppy and relaxed, encouraged by the grip you had on his hair aswell as your small needy sounds. but he wanted to tease you a little more - he wanted you to earn it.

his kisses were light once more, placed just on your shoulder blade. "why didn't you get matt to do this, hm? that would've pissed me off real bad."

he pushed your lower half into his own, allowing you to feel his hardening bulge.

"words." he demanded, applying a quick squeeze to your ass making you squeal.

"I- didn't" a moan interrupts you as chris nibbles as your skin while you answer, "didn't want him to."

you could feel his smirk as he ran his lips across your skin. "just wanted me, huh? wanted my attention real bad?"

you nod eagerly, before chris gripped your hips and turned you both around, pushing you against the table as he towered over you. he pressed his lips firmly against yours, groaning in pleasure from the taste. his hand grips the back of your neck to deepen the contact as you pull him closer by his shirt. chris absentmindedly starts grinding his hips into yours, his desperation for you becoming even more evident. he picks you up by your thighs hurriedly, placing you onto the table surface.

he broke the kiss to concentrate on tugging up the end of your dress, gaining access to your core. he looked ahead at you for approval, as you lay across the surface propped up by your elbows. in response you opened your legs further with chris stood in front of the gap, admiring your clothed pussy.

without further questioning, he bent down to push his nose against the covered warmth, the pressure intending to tease more than pleasure. he wanted you to be needy, he wanted you to beg, to give in to the desire and mirror his own desperation.

his eyes meet yours once again, a wide smirk spread across his face as he reads the anticipation in your expression. eyes locked, he presses kisses to the tops of your thighs, beginning to trail around where you needed him the most. he listened intently to your small gasps and needy whines, chuckling to himself as he waited for you to speak up for what you want.

you reach down, gripping his locks to tug him closer to the damp spot forming on your panties.

"what did I say earlier, baby?"

you groaned in frustration before responding. "w-words?"

"mhm, so what'd you say?" he continues teasing with kisses, awaiting your response.

"please?" your breathing was the opposite of steady, sharp gasps escaping you as he nibbling on your thigh - just enough to increase your pent up sexual frustration.

"gonna need to do better than that, princess. be specific"

chris loves seeing you like this. whining for him, craving him.

you shake your head in humiliation, "can't say it."

he withdraws his face completely, leaning over your torso to press needy kisses to your lips, groaning in response when you moan into his mouth.

he breaks contact, gripping your jaw firmly but not harshly, forcing you to look at him.

"you listenin'?" you nod, hoping he'll just give you what you want without going through the process of specifying what you want. "im gonna be nice okay? all you gotta do is say yes when something feels good, yeah? you say no I stop. you're too quiet then I stop. got it?"

"y-yes"

"yes what?"

"yes please?"

"atta girl," he starts lowering towards your warmth again, "mind your manners 'n be nice 'n loud and you'll get what you want."

chris needed matt to hear. you were too dazed by desperation to realise the consequences of being as loud as he wanted - this fact making his cock strain somehow harder against his jeans.

he licked a flat strip on the top of your lacy panties. the rushed unexpected contact forcing a loud whine escape you.

you begin muttering praises, "yes-" moans interrupting you as he sloppily kisses your clit through the panties. "m-more please."

he grins, removing himself from you which earns him a whine, his fingers tuck under the waistband to pull the barrier down, allowing chris to admire your soaked pussy.

you analyse his expression - desperate for an indication that it was what he wanted.

he licked his lips, eyes full of hunger that flicker to yours - relentlessly waiting for you to beg.

"please.. need it so bad."

"you look so perfect for me," he mutters full of lust, "you're being so good, baby."

he urgently worked his tongue into your folds, closing his mouth around the warmth and pushing his face deeper into you - intensifying the pleasure. it rushed - as if he was terrified he'd never get the opportunity to be where he was ever again. he began pushing his finger into your cunt, pumping them in an out as you lost all control over your whining. his fingers curled with precision as his tongue worked rapidly. the pleasure began intensifying-

"are you fucking serious?!" nicks exclaimed panic shot through the pleasure , burying it back down as if nothing was happening previously. chris lifted his head from your pussy, the juices spread across his mouth with a dumbstruck expression. you heard nicks footsteps disappear in a trail back to his room, but you couldn't help but hold onto the embarrassment that came with being caught in such a vulnerable state. chris' eyes were still heavy, processing the whole moment - he'd had you exactly how he'd craved, and it had been perfect. until it wasn't.

you closed your legs in shame, sitting upright onto the surface trying to regain control.

regrettably, chris knew the moment had ended. he pressed quick kisses to your thighs before tugging your dress back down to cover you further.

you mutter an apology, guilt of disappointing two different people in the same 30 seconds hitting a nerve.

"'s okay .. 's okay" he pressed gentle kisses to your cheek and pulled you in for a tight hug - you instinctively reciprocating. it could be considered dramatic- sure. but it was more than that to you. you let your guard down considerably which resulting in humiliation. did nick think less of you? could matt hear? fuck he must've. did chris think less of you? was he mad? were you even good enough? what if he was relieved of the interruption so he didn't have to pretend-

"you're fucking perfect."

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꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ - mi

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