#chris ask

[13leaguestories]

I haven't been on this blog since 2023 AND WE'RE STILL ARGUING ABOUT CHRIS' ASS???

No, Anon. BECAUSE CHRIS DOESNT HAVE AN ASSSSSSSS!

You can't argue over something that doesn't exist!!!

[v7lgar]

lmao my little cousin saw me today and he said: remove ur glasses he stared at me for a second and then said: u look like a boy🤨🤨 and then asked me to give him my bike lmaooo

not him asking ur bike immediately lol

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

supportive chris

[cevansbrat0007]

The Anatomy of an Orgasm

Summary: You make the mistake of faking an orgasm while in bed with Ari...

Warnings: Light Angst, Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Smut, Oral Sex (fem rec), Fake Orgasms, Stubborn Reader, Hurt Feelings, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Prompt courtesy of @writer84. Takes place early in Ari and Bird's relationship. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

When you think back to the early days of your relationship, one thing that always surprises you is just how perceptive this man could be sometimes – especially when it came to you. Even now, that man continues to watch you like a hawk, taking in your every movement. 

And listening to your every word.

You know it’s because he’s trying to anticipate your needs. Every day he wakes up, Ari Levinson strives to be the man you need him to be. Your safety and security are of paramount importance to him. He’s the type of man to take on your worries as his own. The type of man to help you master your fears. Over time he’s become more than just your champion. He’s also your biggest cheerleader. 

Which is why there’s this expectation that now exists between the two of you – one forged by trust, as well as honest and open communication. And while this is something that seems to come easy to your bounty hunter, sometimes it proves to be a little more challenging for you. 

It’s hard not to bottle everything up. It’s natural for you to simply stuff things down and wait until everything exploded later.

Because up until this point, you’d never had someone with whom you could share the weight of your world – even though Ari continues to show you that nothing is too much for his broad shoulders to carry. 

Tonight you’re lying in bed on your back, your legs draped over Ari’s muscled shoulders. His handsome face is currently buried between your thighs while he makes a meal out of your pussy. Your spine arches when you feel him suck your swollen clit between his lips, applying just pressure to have your eyes rolling back in your head. 

Or at least it would…if you could get yourself to relax enough to actually enjoy it.

“Taste so good, baby.” Your man rasps once he releases you, taking a moment to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss along the curve of your inner thigh.

“Uh huh.” You mumble, throwing your arm over your eyes as he gets back to his dessert. 

Ari nuzzles your dripping cunt with the tip of his nose, growling when he’s rewarded with a soft whine from you. And you can’t stop your hips from bucking when he slowly spears two thick fingers inside you, pumping them in and out in time with his wicked tongue. 

Any other time you would’ve been well on your way to your second orgasm, if not coasting along to your third. But every time you try to give over the pleasure, your traitorous mind keeps deciding to wander...

Sales at the bookstore were down this month. And the latest series, featuring a brand new, up-and-coming author, hadn’t performed anywhere near as well as you’d initially thought it would. Which was surprising to say the least – especially since the woman had spent the last month being featured on virtually every single morning daytime talk show that promised her an audience. 

And then there was all the shit you had on backorder. Items that were effectively stuck in limbo until the day they finally arrived on your doorstep. Hopefully sometime before next year.

You remind yourself to moan when Ari picks up his pace, your hips writhing beneath him as you try to hide the fact you’re becoming increasingly distracted. But try as you might, the disconnect between your mind and your body only continues to grow. 

A sharp cry escapes your throat when you feel his fingers curl, delicately stroking that special place inside you that normally made sparks dance behind your eyes. 

“That’s it, little Bird.” Ari grunts, his eager tongue lashing against your clit. “Be a good girl and cum for me. Wanna taste it.”

Yeah, there was no way you were gonna get there tonight. Not like this. 

“Give it to me, baby.” He orders again. “Right fuckin’ now.” 

At a loss for what else to do, you bear down, desperately clenching around him in what you hope is a believable performance. “Oh god, Beast!” You repeat the action again and again, making sure to accompany it with several breathy little sighs.

“Wow.” You breathe once Ari finally releases his grip on your hips. Now that you’re free, you quickly scoot away and begin searching for your discarded panties, which wasn’t typical behavior for you. You were more the type that preferred to bask in bliss.

But not tonight. Because you’d just faked an orgasm with this gorgeous man.

Right now you felt sweaty and awkward, and you needed space to breathe. You refuse to even look in Ari’s direction as you hastily begin to redress, lest he see right through you. 

"That was great." You mumble lamely.

“What are you–where are you goin’?” A pang of guilt hits you when you note the confusion in his tone. 

“Huh?” You slip his t-shirt over your head. He wouldn’t mind that you were leaving him half-naked, since he was wearing his boxer briefs. “I’m just gonna…go clean up. Maybe work off some of this excess energy.”

That last sentence has you inwardly face palming. What a stupid thing to say to a man like Ari Levinson. 

“Hey, come back here a second…” You watch out of the corner of your eye as he sits up in bed. At times like this you were reminded that the man in your bed was also a detective, which meant he came equipped with a sixth sense for bullshit. 

Mainly yours.

“Stay here and relax.” You tell him, making your way towards the door. “I just…know I won’t be able to sleep knowing I left behind a sink full of dirty dishes.” 

“C’mere first.”

Shaking your head, you head for the stairs. At that moment, even the underlying authority in his voice wasn’t enough to make you obey. You always seemed to find a sense of calm when you cleaned. Fingers crossed that it worked tonight.

You’re gifted with a whopping ten minutes to yourself before you hear your man lumbering down the stairs. Rinsing a plate under hot water, you hope that he’s only stopping in for a glass of water and not because he wants to talk. 

Grimacing, you move on to the next soiled piece of dishware, scrubbing vigorously. Your back remains turned, just as it had upstairs. Perhaps if you avoided eye contact he would simply grab his beverage and go on his merry way. 

“Bird.” 

Your beloved pet name rumbles from somewhere deep in his chest. However, you refuse to look at him, seemingly content to focus on the task at hand. 

“Clean glasses are in the cupboard.” 

“Hey.“ You startle when you feel two large, warm hands settle on your hips, followed by the soft skim of lips along the curve of your ear. “Stop.” 

“But I’m not done.” You mumble, blinking back tears for some stupid reason you can’t quite name. “Everything needs to be dried and put away. I haven’t swept or wiped anything down. And it’s been a couple days since I mopped.”

“Baby, your kitchen is always spotless. Now I’m askin’ you to dry your hands and come talk to me.”

“I’m not sure we have anything to talk about.” You hedge, wishing he’d just leave you be – even as you dutifully move to do as he requests.

“Yeah?” Ari gives you a comforting squeeze, willing you to relax against his bare chest. “Well, you could start by explainin’ just what what the hell happened back in bed.”

“Nothing happened.”

“My entire goddamned point.” Comes his gruff response. “That wasn’t you back there, baby.”

“Not sure I know what you’re talking about.” Squirming out of his embrace, you attempt to put some distance between you and him using your kitchen island as a buffer.

Ari sighs, tipping back his head to briefly stare at the ceiling. His big body remains tense as he struggles to get you to open up and tell him the truth. “Was I too rough with you? Are you…are you sore?”

That familiar pang of guilt returns full-force now, because of course your sweet Beast would be the kind of man to blame himself for the issues you’d experienced in the bedroom. It was just who he was. 

“No.” You swiftly respond before wrapping your arms around your middle. “I’m sorry I left so abruptly. I–I was focused on the kitchen. But I swear I’ll make it up to you.” And now you feel even worse for having abandoned him with a hard-on.

“Why are you fuckin’ lying to me?”

“I-I’m not.”

Your teeth begin to worry your bottom lip as you watch his demeanor change. His clouded blue eyes narrow as his nostrils flare, followed by that signature tick in his jaw. 

“Tell me you didn’t just fake it with me earlier. Look my in the eyes and fuckin’ tell me you gave something real back in that bed and I’ll leave it alone.”

You immediately avert your gaze. Because you honestly didn’t have it in your heart to keep lying to this man. He deserved better. And frankly, so did you. 

“Eyes on me, Bird.” He orders, demanding your full attention. “Open up that pretty mouth and start talkin’.” Sometimes this man had the patience of a saint. 

“I’m sorry.” You finally admit, wincing as the words come pouring out. “You weren’t supposed to–” You clamp your mouth shut and force yourself to pivot. “I didn’t think you’d be able to tell.”

Ari is quiet for a moment as confusion and disappointment radiate from his much larger form. 

“Why’d you do it?” 

“I’m sorry.” Unsure of what to do with all your nervous energy, you remove the tie from your hair to run your fingers through your curls. “I–I’ve never done it before. And I shouldn’t have done it tonight. I…” You glance down at your bare toes, wishing that the ground would simply open up and swallow you whole where you stood.

“Eyes.” Ari demands, making you jump slightly. “Damn it, baby. We’re gonna have a hell of a time making this shit work if you go mute every time there’s an issue.”

“It has nothing to do with you!” You manage to stop yourself just short of screaming. “I already said I was sorry, okay? Like, what more do you want from me?”

“And I want you to tell me when you suddenly decided to fake your pleasure with me!” He snarls, his brawny arms crossing his chest. “You claim you’ve never done it before. So what the hell made tonight so special?”

Yeah, he was fucking pissed. And what’s worse is that he had every reason to be. Because you’d hurt him. 

“Unless you’re lying to me. Again.” He continues when you refuse to answer. 

“I’m not.” You sniffle, dragging a weary hand across your face. “What you and I have – swear to God, Beast – it’s amazing. Explosive. Sometimes it feels like it’s too much to handle.” When all you receive is a grunt for your trouble, you take that as permission to keep going. 

“And tonight was no exception, it’s just…” You pause long enough to steady your breathing. “It felt like my body and my brain were totally disconnected. And no matter how hard I tried to relax and let myself feel good, I just couldn’t.”

Ari continues to stare you down as that tick in his jaw continues to work overtime.

“I’ve faked it before, with the others. Th–they didn’t know.” Neither Mason, nor the only other man you’d ever been with had seemed to notice whenever you’d been less than honest with them in bed.

“So you didn't think that I'd know. Jesus Christ.” He hisses, bracing himself on the edge of the counter. “Well, I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but I ain’t them.” He levels you with a hard look. “I know you, know your body. I’ve memorized what you look like when you cum, the little noises you make, the way your gorgeous body bends and your pretty toes curl.”

Your eyes flutter closed as he speaks, which is why you fail to notice when he begins to round the corner – like a predator stalking his prey.

“I know what you taste like on my tongue. Know what it feels like to have that greedy pussy gush around me while your heels dig into my back. Even when you tap out, you best be sure that she always wants more.”

When you open your eyes it’s to see Ari looming over you. But you’re not intimidated, because deep down you know he would never hurt you, even though you’d just hurt him. However, you’re surprised when he reaches up to cup your face with both hands.

“I know these things…” Your bounty hunter rasps, his voice sounding almost hoarse. “Because I know you. I know my woman.” A lone tear falls, slowly gliding its way down your check before Ari dashes it away with his thumb.

“It wasn’t you, Beast.” You rush to reassure him, even as you move to bury your face in the wall of his sculpted chest. “I’ve just been so worried about the store – it’s been a slow month. And I’m still waiting on an order from two months ago. And tonight it was like no matter how much I tried to forget and refocus…I just couldn’t.”

“Hmph.” He grunts, but not before pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Why do you think I’m always on your stubborn little ass to talk to me?”

“I know.” Your words come out muffled. 

“If you’re not in the mood, or there’s too much going on in the beautiful brain, I want you to fuckin’ talk to me about it.” Without warning, he lifts you with impressive ease to set you on the counter. 

“I know.” Another tear escapes, but Ari is quick to wipe it away. “But I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Disappoint me how?” He scoffs, briefly resting his forehead against your own.

“If you want sex and I don’t or I can’t, then –” 

“Then I’ll handle that shit like a man.” Ari swiftly interrupts. “Baby, it’s like you breathe in my general direction and I’m fuckin’ hard. But if the moment’s not working for you, either because you’re tired or you got worries, I want you to fuckin’ talk to me. Don’t fake an orgasm to try and soothe my ego.”

Wordlessly you nod as you go to wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer. You feel yourself relax when he pulls you into his warm embrace. It was the first time you’d been able to do so all evening. 

“It won’t happen again. Just…please don’t leave tonight.” Your voice sounds so small and fragile it takes you by surprise. 

“Aw, I ain’t goin’ anywhere, pretty Bird.” One of his hands begins to rub soothing circles along your lower back. Later, you would learn that that thought had never even crossed his mind. “Consider this water under a fuckin’ bridge.” 

You continue holding each other for a while longer, content to bask in the comforting silence. If there was never any doubt as to why you were coming to care so deeply for this man, those thoughts had all been dashed tonight.

In fact, if you weren’t careful, you just might be tempted to fall in love with this man. 

“C’mon back upstairs.” Ari murmurs a little while later, but not before capturing your lips with a gentle kiss. “Let’s get you into a shower, I’ll even help you wash your hair.” 

At his urging, you'd shown him how to do a quick co-wash a couple weeks ago, and now he was hooked. Not that you were complaining.

“Okay.” You nod, unable to stop yourself from melting.

“Tomorrow, we’ll talk about the shop. Maybe brainstorm some ideas about how to fix things, or at least cushion the blow.” Again you nod, feeling more at peace with the world than you had the last several days. 

Reaching for your hand, you lace your fingers through his and allow yourself to be led back up the stairs, leaving the dishes and the rest of your chores undone. You had more important things to see to, right now. 

And, perhaps, a little more apologizing to do.

END

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[littlecrittereli]

It's what they deserve....

Chris hates cuddling but somehow always ends up in the middle...

[percexe]

that one image of the mom beating the mario level. you know the one

[chrisdollete]

★ Pussydrunk!Chris Headcanons

WARNINGS!; smut, chris x fem!reader, first time writing, not proof read, and enjoy !

𐬿 pussydrunk!chris who before you guys were “official” would fantasize how you taste…

“f-fuck, just know she would taste so fucking good” Chris lowly grunts out. palming his growing bulge through his gray sweatpants, looking at your new instagram post. Fuck he could just cum at the sight, the way your body looked in that black bodysuit driving him crazy.

𐬿pussydrunk!chris who cums in his pants like a teenage boy off your taste and noises…

your legs are wrapped around the back of Chris’s head. A particularly loud moan leaving you as his tongue eagerly thrusts into your entrance. “oh! -- oh fuck chris!” you scream out the knot in your stomach tightening as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. “taste and sound s’good pretty, soo- fuckk!” his hips buck into the bed as ropes of his cum fills his boxers. As if his orgasm triggered your own you finish in his mouth.

𐬿pussydrunk!chris who accidentally overstimulates you, he’s just so lost in your taste…

your hands are ripping through his hair, your hips lifting off the bed just to once again get roughly slammed back down on Chris bed. “s’to much chris ! much -- alot !” you babble out tears escaping your eyes. the feeling of his mouth suctioning your poor sensitive clit is far to much. Chris takes one last long lick, collecting your mess from your cunt before pulling away. your juices dripping from his chin as he gives you a lazy smile. “j-just taste so good ma, m’sorry”.

𐬿pussydrunk!chris who will drown himself in your juices, his cheeks red and flushed when he come up for air…

“chriss ! c-can’t -- oh!” you squeal out as you attempt to run from his unforgiving tongue lapping at your folds as you begin to cum. His hands latching onto your hips forcing you to give it all to him. As his head returns from in between your thighs. his lips flushed as well as his cheeks, he’s breathing oh so hard.

𐬿pussydrunk!chris who just wanna hear how good he makes you feel with his mouth

“m-make me feel oh s’good baby” you softly say. chris hands are rubbing your now bruised hips, his puffy pink lips softly kissing your tears of pleasure away. “yeah ma? make you feel better than anyone can hm?”. His voice so low and raged from earlier.

“promise I can make you feel even better, can I do that pretty girl. gonna give me one more, yeah?”…

[sturnioz]

Maybe I’m crazy but I feel like fratboy!Chris would make shy!reader talk about her day while he fucks her, amused by how much she struggles to keep her thoughts in line

"right, right... 'n then what happened? huh?" chris' hands push at your thighs, spreading them apart further as he thrusts his hips forward, grinding himself against you in a way that makes you gasp loudly when you feel his cock press deeper inside. "tell me."

"i uh, i... i.." you struggle to form a coherent sentence, panting between moans as your hands fist at the sheets, head thrown back against the pillows. "ah.. i... i just.."

your mind is a jumbled mess, unable to focus on what had happened throughout the day as you squirm beneath him, your body jolting with each thrust of his hips. it's hard to conjure up words, especially when you feel his cock slide repeatedly between your gummy walls.

chris grins down at you, tilting his head to the side condescendingly as he sees you struggle, "c'mon. use y'words."

he angles his hips, grinding his pelvis against yours, rubbing against your clit as the tip of his cock hits that spot deep within that causes your legs to tremble and you whine loudly.

"i uh.. i-i stu-studied.." you manage to stammer out, your voice high-pitched and breathless, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten.

"and?" chris prompts, pulling back almost all the way before slamming back in, and a cry tumbles from your lips, your back arching off the bed as the pleasure zips down your spine.

"i.. i don't remember," you whimper, tossing your head side-to-side on the pillow as chris fucks into you, the sounds of your pussy squelching around his cock with each thrust echoes in your ears.

"yeah you do," chris laughs as your walls flutter around him involuntarily, squeezing him. "c'mon... supposed t'be fuckin' smart, kid — now look at you... droolin' over some dick, fuckin' dumb in the head."

you mewl pathetically, "chris..."

"m'not stoppin'," he drawls as his hand slides from your thigh to your sensitive clit, his thumb rubbing slow circles and you writher, choking on your moans. "gonna... gonna keep goin' until you finish tellin' me all about your day. m'feelin' generous."

[chrissdollie]

clingy!chris who can watch you shower without thinking anything sexual. he sits outside the tub on the clean little bath mat, watching you lather shampoo onto your hair. the water droplets dripping down your bare body didn’t faze him, neither did the way your nipples perked under the shower. he rambles to you about his day sitting cross crossed while you rub bubbly soap all over you. he toothily smiles as he talks, recalling his long day. he helps dry you off when you’re finished too, grabbing your pink hello kitty towel and wrapping your naked body in it. he sits you at the vanity he built for you, you applying your skincare while he combs/brushes your wet hair. he braids it messily with a cute pink rubber band at the bottom. something so simple as being in your presence after a tiring day was enough to make chris feel full again.

[h3lian]

Colouring practice via a teehee meme 🫡

[issysh3ll]

what do we think matt / chris would be like if u wanted to blindfold them and ride them....

Oh yeah they’d both love it so much

Chris is very curious at first but hes always down to try anything. As soon as you lower yourself down on him and he feels your wet walls sucking him in he’s so glad he agreed to try this. He’s definitely groaning and telling you to do whatever you like to him, once he’s had a taste of being submissive for you he wants more. He’s asking you to pin his arms down while you ride him, he wants to be completely at your mercy. He can’t keep quiet, he’s talking the whole way through, cursing and telling you how good it is.

“Fu-uck, ma. S’good, yeah hold my arms down—ngh, oh my god, keep going- fuckk”

Matt is glad you asked, he’s always secretly wanted to try something like this but he was too nervous to ask first. The blindfold and loss of his sense of sight makes him so much more sensitive. He’s a twitching, whimpering mess in no time. He’s begging you for more, gripping on to you desperately. He needs a lot of reassurance when he’s like this, needs to know he’s doing well for you. He’s cumming so fast but he tells you to keep going- he wants to please you, he doesn’t care how overstimulated he is.

“P-please—Ah— fuck, f-feels so good. Please, wan’ be good f’you”

“Doin’ so good baby, I’m close, just keep taking it, such a good boy”

Masterlist

[13leaguestories]

the chris ass discussion made me think of something

chris: I'm scared roe: I know... I love you 3 hours later, chris wakes with only the doctor around

doctor: congratulations, your ass surgery was a success! chris: where is roe? doctor: who do you think gave you the ass? chris: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I can get behind this. But now all I can imagine is Chris turning around with a complete dumpy like Aunt Fanny off of Robots.

If you don't know what I'm talking about then like, bro. Watch the movie. What is wrong with you?!

[ovaryacted]

chris redfield is the type to have you on all fours and when he hears you trying to muffle your moans into the pillow he pulls you up into his chest with a bicep around your throat and all you can do is claw at his arm whilst he goes ten times harder 🤗

MDNI/18+. NSFW.

WHEWWW LAWDDDD. Anon, you got me thinking over here, let me cook for a second. cracks knuckles. (I'm a little rusty with smut so pls be nice).

You'd lost track of time, the only thing keeping you grounded being the constant thrusts of the man behind you. It was one of those days, where the stress just built up a tad too much and he needed that release that only you could provide. You couldn't deny Chris when he was so needy, grabbing at you and kneading his hands over your ass, nipping at the base of your throat.

The audible sounds of skin slapping together filled the four walls surrounding you both, loud enough to make a nun blush. One of his hands clutched at your hip, the other dug into the mattress beside your head, keeping him upright. His muscular hips moved against yours as you were propped up, face down ass up, just the way he needed you to be.

Chris pummeled into you with calculated strokes, his cock reaching the deepest parts of you before pulling himself back out. Your walls clenched around him and sucked him in, wrapping his length with your slick that dripped down your thigh.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, digging your face into the pillow underneath you as your mind turned to static. Chris could be overwhelming sometimes, his physique and strength alone being things that he used to his advantage in the bedroom. Nonetheless, he still took great care to focus on your pleasure, to make sure every spot he touched would make you fall apart over and over again.

He groaned as he moved against you, his chest growing wet with sweat that dripped down from his collarbone to his sternum. He remained hyperfocused on the way your ass jigged against his pelvis, the base of him glazed over with streaks of white. His ears picked up on the muffled sounds that came out of you, your chest fully pressed into the mattress and your arms against the sheets.

With ease, Chris brought his fingers to your head, tugging you up with a soft yank of your hair and positioning you flush with his chest. You whimpered at the change of angle, the tip of him hitting that textured spot tucked inside you.

"Are you getting shy on me?", he teased you, grinning against the shell of your ear as he spoke. His tone of voice alone made you clench around him, the ache becoming almost unbearable as you craved more.

"Don't want you to hide from me baby, let me hear you", he wrapped a thick bicep under your neck, securing you against him and intensifying his thrusts. A broken moan ripped from your throat, your fingers clutched at his skin as your nails dug into his forearm. He chuckled deeply against your temple, kissing your cheek before sneaking his other free hand between your legs.

"Chris!", you cried out for him, thick fingers rubbing against your oversensitive clit, pulsing with need as were quickly reaching your limit.

"That's my girl", he praised you, leaving playful bites on your neck and shoulders, not planning on stopping until your voice grew raw and your body had nothing left to give.

[dipndotz]

idk sketch dump i simply cannot explain to u

[littlecrittereli]

Please please please, may I request a doodle of Martin taking care of a delirious/feverish Chris 🥺

(He asked nicely 234293847 times already, violence is the only solution)

[mattybsgroupie]

chris dry humping

i need him soooo bad gosh y’all are turning me to a chris girl

chris didn’t mean to get caught. he didn’t even remember you’d be there anytime soon. he was needy and sleepy at the same, but he couldn’t sleep with a boner and he couldn’t jerk off with his heavy eyes begging to get some rest.

he turned to the side, sulking something under his breath. frustrated, chris brought a pillow in between his legs, trying to get some relief to his aching cock. he let out a deep sigh when his shaft touched the soft pillow, closing his eyes and slowly moving his hips forward.

“s-shit” chris mumbled, lazily dragging his dick on the soft fabric. “fuck” he said, setting a rhythm to his movements and quickening his pace. he knew cumming would relax his body and, hopefully, he’d be able to take a nap afterwards.

that’s until you opened the door, startled at the sight in front of you. chris had his eyes closed, biting his lower lip to keep himself quiet, humping against a pillow — your pillow. you coughed after placing your bag on the floor, crossing your arms and waiting for him.

chris widened his eyes, stopping his movements but not letting go of the pillow. “please?” he whined, asking for you to come help him.

you made your way to the bed, resting your back against the headboard. chris looked at you eagerly when you patted your own thigh, telling him to sit on it. he shyly got up and positioned himself on your lap, his legs on each side of your thigh.

“naughty boy” you whisper, chris wrapping his arms around your shoulders for more balance “you wanted to hump so bad? do it” you said, placing both hands on his hips and forcing him down.

chris moved his hips back and forth, slowly building a steady pace. it didn’t take long until his whines turned to louder moans, throwing his head back as his orgasm approached.

“c-cum!” he pleaded and you just nodded, allowing him to let go as you placed kisses on his neck and collarbones. his release painted your thigh and and lower belly white, thick spurts of cum dripping from his leaking tip.

chris sighed, closing his eyes and not wanting to let go of you. guess he was finally going to have some sleep.