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dollieomens · 26 days ago

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the way you fuck, the way you taste | c.m.

paring: chris motionless x fem ! reader

cw: light choking, use of pet names (puppy/pup, baby, darling), unprotected PinV (don't do that), use of praise, oral (f receiving), chris himself needs a warning. fucking tease

a/n: kinda short, not my best work. chris with his lip rings and long hair is picking at my brain horribly (this was supposed to come out literally last year)

You groaned when your alarm woke you up, trying to roll around to turn off the stupid thing before an arm was reaching over to do it for you. It wrapped back around you and tugged you closer to him, the familiar cologne and faint sent of body wash washing over your senses. Chris.

He nuzzled your neck and kissed the side of your jaw, tracing little patterns on your soft skin. It was sweet, he whined every time you tried to get up, claiming you didn’t have to get ready right now. All of the guys, including you, had to get up for the day. It was partially an excuse to deal with the throbbing between your legs, but he didn’t have to know that.

He couldn’t keep his hands off you for even a few seconds, they kept wandering all over you from the second he woke up to now. He wouldn’t move his arms from around you when you were doing your makeup, kissing on your neck and nuzzling it, squeezing your waist. It was cute and sweet, until his hands traveled lower.

Chris’ fingers brushed over your hips and trailed back up, brushing over your chest. You gave him a warning look in the mirror in front of you, but all he did was smile and look at you with those soft brown eyes. You couldn't focus on your task at hand, his hands feeling all over you and his kisses on your neck was too distracting. He only stopped when Ricky yelled at him to get ready, winking at you and giving you a small kiss before leaving. You had to stand there for a few minutes to catch your breath and clear your mind that got so fuzzy just from Chris' fucking tattooed hands. He's too fine for his own good, it should be illegal how quickly he gets you worked up. Damn him.

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That stupid fucking question.

It did not help that you had already woken up so bothered down there, Chris knew that. He always knew. He kept squeezing the plush skin on your inner thighs, hands lingering on your hips, the way he kept tugging on the choker he got you as a gift for your anniversary. He’d murmur something like, “C’mer puppy,” and pull you towards him. You know he just likes seeing you flustered, he likes seeing the red tinge to your painted face when he calls you that.

And those latex gloves he’s so fond of? He knows you like them. He knows you like how they look on his hands, when they’re tossing you around like a rag doll.

One particular time, when he pulled you down on his lap, he would not stop rubbing your thighs. It didn’t help that you wore a skirt either, he kept itching his fingers under it, picking at the thin material of your tights. You nearly whimpered when he whispered in your ear.

“You’d look so pretty underneath me.”

That filthy, nasty fucker- you didn’t have much time to react before he was gently moving you off his lap, pierced lips molding against yours before moving back just as fast as they were there, “Gotta do this interview, gonna be good and wait pup?” All you could do was nod dumbly, sitting off to the side.

And that fucking question. the way he winked at you and did that stupid move with his hand; it had you squirming in your seat.

“Do you have any pets?” Such an innocent question, right? but his fucking answer- “Animal? Or female human being?”, and making direct eye contact with you when he says it. This man is gonna be the death of you.

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“Chr- Fuck!” Your hand tangled in his hair and pulled, the vibrations of his groan making your legs tremble. You swore up and down that Chris was fucking made for giving head, how the hell was his tongue reaching that far-?

The thought didn’t last long, cause he was pulling you by the hips to bury himself further in your cunt, lapping and swallowing everything you could give him. You knew you were supposed to be quiet, the guys could be back any minute now, but it just felt so good. You didn’t possibly think it could get any better until he was pushing two fingers inside you, tongue coming up to lap at your clit.

Your brain was complete mush, the stretch stung a little, but it was so good, you couldn’t form a coherent thought or sentence anymore. Chris took immense pleasure in the pathetic whine you let out when he sucked on your clit, chest heaving and thighs trembling.

The vibrations of his voice when he murmured, “Fuck, you taste so good-“, made your eyes threaten to roll.

His hand slithered up your stomach, cupping your breast through the delicate lace of your bra, fingers molding perfectly against it. His rings and nails were digging lightly into the flesh of your chest, out right moaning into you when you tugged on his hair hard. Thats what did it for you; falling over the edge, release covering his hand and chin.

He didn’t pull away until you were pushing his head away and whimpering about it being too much. Your heart was beating so fast you were certain Chris could hear it, squirming at the sight of him sucking your release off his fingers. You gasped when he ran his finger through your folds and circled around the ring of muscle.

He rose up, crawling back over you and ghosting his lips over yours, you could smell your slick on his breath. “‘Wanna taste yourself, darling?” He murmured, hand cupping your cheek and rubbing his thumb on the powdered skin.

All you could get out was a small “Mmfhm,” so dazed and fucking aching for him, all you could think of was him. Just chris.

His lips pressed against yours perfectly, tongue pushing in your mouth, fuck- you moaned at the taste, nimble fingers threading through his hair. He trailed kisses down your jaw to your neck, sucking and biting on the soft skin.

You knew you had to hurry, you wanted to remind him, but the feeling of his lips against your skin felt too good. He chuckled when you gasped at the feeling of his fingers pressing at your clit, pressing down on it.

His hand was suddenly clamping down over your mouth when you cried out, you looked at him all confused until- oh.

The guys were back.

Then Chris was flipping you over onto your stomach, your face buried against the cushions. He drug your hips up and gave your ass a good slap. It took everything in you to not moan when he did it again, clenching your thighs to get at least some sort of friction. He took notice to this, fast.

“Just so needy, huh?” He chuckled when you whined, jutting your hips towards him. You gasped when he rubbed the head of his cock against your folds, eyes rolling back and fingers curling into one of the pillows on the small couch when he pushed all his length into you.

You felt so full, the breath being knocked out of you almost instantly. He wasn’t being gentle at all, his grip on your hips mean and rough. Chris’ hand snaked around your neck, forcing you up onto your elbows and pulling your head against his shoulder, chest pressing against yours. You didn’t even realize you were making any noise until his hand moved from your neck to clamp over your mouth.

Your whimpers and small cries were muffled against his palm, gasping harshly when Chris’ fingers found their way back to your swollen clit. Your eyes threatened to roll back when he started rubbing fast circles on it, you could already feel your stomach tying itself into knots.

The pleasure coursing through you suddenly came to a stop when he pulled out, but before you could whine, he flipped you over onto your back. Chris smiled a devilish smile when he saw your face, you looked like a mess. Lipstick smudged, eyeliner running just a bit, spit making your lips shine in the dim light.

His hands gripped your thighs and pushed them apart, he couldn’t help but run his fingers through your slick, chuckling at the way you gasped and dug your nails into your palms. So sensitive. Your jaw dropped when he pushed himself back inside you, the rough pace from earlier coming back. The intoxicating feeling of him thrusting in and out of you making your brain turn into mush. Small whimpers kept leaving your mouth no matter how hard you tried to swallow them down, it just felt so good.

You didn't think it could feel any better until he lifted your leg onto his shoulder and leaned over you, it felt like he was going even deeper. His fingers tapped against your lips, immediately shoving into your mouth. A way to keep you quiet. You instinctively sucked around them, drool running down your chin.

He was knocking the air out you with every thrust, fingers digging into your hips so harshly, dragging them against his every time his hips met yours. You were so dazed that you didn't notice the guys were looking for the both of you.

The knot was building again, faster than before, Chris hitting that spot inside you like a fucking button. He groaned when he felt you clench around him, desperately trying to get some friction on your clit again.

“You close, baby?” Did he even have to ask? Your second orgasm was bound to hit you like a train any second. Still, you nodded frantically, not trusting yourself to speak; all that would come out is whimpers and cries, and as much as he would like that, he’d rather not have Vinny and AJ mock your sounds afterwards.

“Let go, you can do it.”

That, and his fingers barely touching your clit, was enough to push you over the edge. You had to bury your face against the space between his shoulder and neck to muffle that sounds managed to escape you. His thrusts became more sloppy, the steady pace faltering, until he spilled inside you.

His head rested on your chest, both of you trying to catch your breath. A good five minutes passed before a voice outside the door jump-scared the both of you; “Get an actual room next time!”

You giggled, the sound quickly turning into a whine when he finally pulled out. He didn’t want to get up just yet, so he opted for pulling you closer to him and murmuring sweet praises to you. Something like, “You did so good” and “My best girl”.

He knows how much you love it, how it makes you smile so big, the pretty smile he loves more than anything else. You’ll clean up later, a nap sounds wonderful right now.

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