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[jamiewintons]

The Best Painkiller (Chris Pitt-Goddard/F!Reader)

Summary: You're struggling with period cramps, and Chris comes up with an ingenious idea to help relieve them.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY!). Period Sex. Oral Sex (F!Receiving). Blood.

A/N: Requested by an anon who's having a difficult period!! I feel you!! I hope that this can bring you at least a little comfort. If the idea of period sex makes you uncomfortable, please don't read this! I don't want you to get grossed out! But if you do decide to read it, I hope you enjoy <3

Word Count: 1754

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Your cramps have been bad this month, so bad that you hardly even want to get out of bed. Thankfully, today is your day off, so you have an excuse to do nothing but lay around in your pyjamas and eat your favourite sweets until the pain fades away.

But for some reason, painkillers just aren't doing the trick today. They had managed to dull the pain a little, but you can still feel it, even as you clutch your heat pack to your lower stomach. It's difficult to relax when you felt like this, so it's not like you're having an enjoyable day off.

It's somewhere in the mid-morning when you hear a knock at the door, startling you out of your daze. You sit up on the sofa, confused, because you certainly aren't expecting anyone over today, but when you hear the voice of your visitor, you're immediately relieved.

"Babe! It's Chris! Are you home?" he calls out, and you slowly get up from the sofa to go and open the door. Once you've opened it, you see Chris there, a massive grin on his face. He looks you up and down, noticing that you're still wearing your pyjamas. "Did you sleep in?"

"Yeah, I'm not feeling so well," you explain, and see that Chris looks a little concerned. "It's nothing serious, just some stomach cramps."

All of a sudden, a sharp pain hits you, and you clutch your stomach as if that's going to make the pain disappear. Chris' hand comes to touch your arm. "Are you sure you're alright, babe? It seems bad."

"Oh, it's just..." You feel slightly embarrassed admitting it, and your face goes a little red, but you tell him anyway. "...That time of the month, you know?"

"Ah, I see. That explains all of the sweets wrappers over there?" Chris points to the coffee table over by the sofa, which is indeed covered in the remnants of your snacking endeavors.

"Yeah... sorry it's a bit of a mess," you say sheepishly, wishing that you'd known he was coming over so you could have tidied up a little in advance. But in classic Chris fashion, he seems unbothered by the state of your flat.

"Don't worry about it." Chris waves it off, and once again you're thankful for your boyfriend's carefree attitude. Another pain hits you, and Chris takes your hand in his. "How about we go and lie down? You'll be more comfortable that way."

You nod and smile, and Chris begins leading you to a more comfortable place. You're expecting to just end up on the sofa again, but he's already making a beeline to your bedroom, which now that you think of it would definitely be more comfortable.

Once you're both laying on the bed, Chris cuddles you from behind, resting his head against your shoulder. When you tense up from another wave of pain, he brushes his lips against your neck to try and distract you.

"Now that I think about it, I might know a way to help you," Chris says, and even without seeing his face, you know that a mischievous smirk is forming, judging by the tone in his voice. "One time I read that sex can make the pain go away." One hand comes to rest on your hip, teasing the waistband of your pyjama pants, but waiting until you say the word to go any further.

You're a little shocked that Chris is suggesting this - pretty much every other guy you've been with has been disgusted by the idea of your period, and wouldn't even think of touching you during that time of the month. But Chris seems just as eager to get in your pants as he would on a normal day, but he also wants to help you with your pain. You do remember reading something similar saying that orgasms can be good for cramps...

"Are you sure? You don't think it's gross?" you ask, definitely intrigued but still somewhat concerned. Chris scoffs.

"Nothing about you is gross, babe," he tells you, and that makes you smile. "So, what do you say? Are you going to let me be your painkiller?"

You giggle quietly. Getting rid of your pain and having sex with your boyfriend sounded like a win to you. "Yeah, alright," you say, and Chris presses another kiss to your neck. "But could you maybe get a towel? I don't want to make a mess on my bedding."

"I'll be back in a second!" Chris jumps off the bed and scurries off to fulfill your request, moving faster than you've ever seen him. It's only a few moments before he returns, holding one of your old, raggedy towels in his hands. He spreads it out on the bed beside you, before gesturing toward it with a smirk and a wink. "The doctor will see you now."

You shuffle over so that you're laying on top of the towel, and Chris is on the bed and between your legs in a flash, grabbing at the waist of your pyjama pants and pulling them down. Next comes your period underwear, which is also thrown away carelessly so that he can get to work.

With just a few flicks of his tongue against your clit, you can already feel your pain beginning to fade away. You let out a sigh of relief as you thread your fingers through Chris' hair, messing it up even more than usual. He's gripping your thighs as he goes, seemingly not bothered by the idea that he might get blood on him, and at this moment even you can't bring yourself to think about that possibility.

Chris alternates between licking and sucking at your clit, his movements getting faster and more intense as he attempts to relieve your pain. Said pain is far, far away from your mind as you moan for him, squeezing your thighs around his face.

One last suck and you're gone, groaning out his name as you grind yourself against his mouth, riding out your orgasm until you're spent. You might have been embarrassed at how quickly Chris could make you come like this, but really you couldn't complain, especially right now.

Catching your breath, you open your eyes to look down at Chris, who you could see smirking up at you from between your legs. He rises up a little higher, and to your horror, you can see a bit of red staining his chin. Awkwardly, you gesture to your own chin. "Um, you've got a little..."

"No worries, babe." Without a care, Chris uses the towel beneath you to wipe his chin clean, before crawling up your body so that you are face to face with him. This is one of the times that you're very glad for your boyfriend being so strange, because you're pretty sure that a lot of other men would have a problem with doing what he just did. "So, how are you feeling?"

Somewhat empowered by the idea that Chris isn't grossed out, you decide to take things a little further. "It feels a lot better," you tell him, breaking out into a smirk of your own, "but I can still feel a little bit of pain. Maybe another orgasm will do the trick?"

"I think I can manage that," Chris says, and you don't doubt it, as you can feel his prominent erection pressed against your thigh. "Anything to make sure that my baby isn't in pain."

He sits up and quickly removes all of his clothes, throwing them in various directions around the room, and before you know it he's completely bare. You bite your lip at the sight of his impressive cock, opening your legs just the slightest bit to further demonstrate your willingness.

Chris moves over you, pushing your legs back a bit so that he had better access. You feel the tip of his cock against your entrance, and moments later he's pushing inside, both of you moaning out loud at the feeling. As always, it's quite a tight fit, but you manage it, enjoying him stretching you out with every inch.

He begins thrusting inside you slowly and gently, not starting off at a fast pace like he often tends to. It feels a little different from when the two of you usually have sex, but definitely not in a bad way. You feel a little more sensitive, already squirming your hips beneath Chris.

"Fuck, you feel so good, babe," Chris groans, enjoying how warm and slick you felt around his cock. He slides in and out easily, beginning to quicken his pace, but making sure to keep his thrusts relatively gentle, as he doesn't want to worsen your pain. His fingers dig into the plush flesh of your hips, curse words and your name escaping his lips.

You open your legs further, just wanting Chris to be deeper and deeper inside of you. His lips come to your neck, lightly nipping and sucking at the flesh as his hips move faster. Your nails scratch down the soft skin of his back, too caught up to even worry that you might leave marks.

As your second orgasm approaches, you're whining Chris' name in his ear, your pussy tightening around him letting him know that you're close. He sits back up once again so that he can bring his fingers to your clit, expertly massaging it and increasing your pleasure.

It only takes a few circles before you're falling over the edge again, gasping and bucking your hips as Chris fucks you through your climax. He holds up for a frankly impressive amount of thrusts before he's coming too, spilling himself inside of you with a loud groan of your name. He rests his head against your shoulder as the both of you recover, your heavy breathing the only sound left in the room.

"At least we know that there's no chance I got you pregnant," Chris says with a grin, breaking a couple of minutes of peaceful silence as you both came down from your highs. You giggle, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. "Now, did that do the trick? Or do we need a round three?"

"I think I'm a little too tired for another go," you admit, and you can hear Chris laugh quietly. You bring a hand up to stroke through his soft brown hair, as he nuzzled into your neck. "But that really did help, Chris. Thank you."

"Anytime, babe."

[sleepingdeath-bboys]

dinner with friends ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous

pairing ; chris pitt-goddard x female!reader

tag list ; @jamiewintons | @pink-booty-butts

word count ; 1307

warnings ; author has only seen one episode of spy and wrote this on holiday so dialogue will likely be shaky and/or ooc (may rewrite when i get back home haha), dirty talk, vaginal fingering, unaware viewer tim, dom!chris, public sex acts

read also on ; ao3 | wattpad

“… I mean honestly! Can you believe he said that to me?” Tim complained, scowling and throwing his hands outwards in an exaggerated gesture to punctuate his frustrations. A little lost, you just nodded and brought the next bite of your meal to your lips, not paying your boyfriend much mind as he hummed along with whatever his friend was saying.

“He sounds like a prat, mate.”

“Right?”

You smiled at their dynamic, only to choke on your food when you felt Chris’ hand on your knee. His eyes never strayed from the man across from him as he started to toy with the lightly fraying hem of your dress (the only fancy one you owned), wandering fingertips tracing their way higher and higher at a snail’s pace — light enough to have you questioning his intentions but present enough to have heat flooding your cheeks.

Though whatever questions you had were dismissed before they even passed your lips as he continued to casually engage Tim in his rant.

“Honestly if he wasn’t my boss…”

“He wouldn’t be able to talk to you like that if -”

“Please don’t do this in here,” Tim almost begged, his words causing Chris to roll his eyes.

“There’s nothing wrong with discussing the flaws in the system we were forced to live in!” He insisted in return, huffing somewhat as he regarded his friend with his tone dripping with a sort of unspoken challenge that you’d only ever heard from him. The familiarity of it all made you smile to yourself as you took another sip of your drink, almost — almost — forgetting what he’d been doing to you beneath the table.

Though that endearment was soon sent crashing down when you felt him roughly grope the meat of your thigh. Shamelessly pinching and grabbing at you beneath the table as you hid your shock with a far larger gulp of alcohol than you’d initially intended to take. Swallowing a cough and trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy in front of your oblivious company — and glaring at your smirking boyfriend out of the corner of your eye.

“It’s not like we can change anything, so there’s literally no point in complaining,” Tim continued, painfully unaware of your plight as he reached for his second glass of alcohol, “it’s an exercise in pointlessness at best,”

“Or a reasonable commentary on social issues most people are oblivious to?” Chris sighed, fingertips delicately brushing along the length of your clothed slit, his actions almost contemplative as he crafted and considered the rest of his response.

“And it’s not as if we can’t change anything; we just need to be willing to be a bit… bolder,”

Two long fingers suddenly slid into your soaked pussy, unashamedly pleasuring you without so much as bothering to move your underwear aside. Straight to the point; how very typical of your Chris. Yet, still, the sudden intrusion had your knee slamming up against the table and you biting down harshly on the inside of your cheek to stop any sounds from escaping you. Painful, yes, but more than necessary as you meekly explained away your behaviour as a muscle spasm — which was met with empathy from Tim and a knowing chuckle from your boyfriend.

God you wanted to kill him sometimes.

But you couldn’t focus on two things at once, not when he started to rub your clit through your now drenched panties. Not when the friction was so deliciously palpable and you had to fight against every instinct you had not to keen and buck into his hand — to not give him the satisfaction.

Especially when he was adding filthy non-sequiturs and shifting the topic of conversation to get under your skin. Using Tim’s casual demeanour and conversationalist nature against him and you.

“It was so fucking wet yesterday,” he began, timing his statement with a particularly sudden crooking of his fingers, “by the time we got home we were completely soaking,”

“You should’ve brought an umbrella with you,” Tim answered nonchalantly, shrugging as he spoke through a mouthful of steak, “I did warn you about the forecast before you went out — nobody to blame but yourself at that point,”

“Oh I was fine,” Chris laughed, gesturing to you with a tilt of the head, “she was the one who got the most of it; drenched through her clothes by the time we got back. But it was definitely my fault,”

Your face was practically on fire at this point, but you did your best to maintain that facade of neutrality. Smiling over the rim of your glass that you held with a trembling hand, laughing in an almost forced manner that your friend seemingly mistook as something else.

“You didn’t share your umbrella with your girlfriend?” Tim asked, almost scandalised on your behalf, looking to you apologetically, “You should’ve stolen his; every man for himself, right Chris?”

He suddenly pulled out and, without giving you time to mourn the feeling, harshly shoved your panties to one side and plunged those same two fingers back into your gushing cunt. Scissoring, crooking, fingering and all in moments — making your head spin and your vision blur — yet still up keeping that same calm and cocky facade as he engaged your companion.

“She wouldn’t have won that fight; I’m very good with my hands,” he began to rub circles on your clit with the pad of his thumb, “but if she’d have been a good girl I might have given her what she wanted,”

Tim stared disapprovingly from across the table and moved to grab his wallet.

“Well there was no need for that — unless you want to get your girlfriend sick. Which is mean, by the way.”

“I’m not mean,” he responded coolly, turning his head to make eye contact with you as he continued, “I’m actually pretty generous, right honey?”

Unable to do much speaking at this point, you just hummed your agreement before offering a strained smile when Tim went off looking for the waitress that had served you. Then, with your hands digging into the plush seating on either side of your legs, you turned to address your boyfriend with a look of muted frustration on your face. Wordlessly willing him to continue and stop all at once.

But Chris, being Chris, offered you no explanation or consolidation. Instead he reached over and pulled you onto his lap, working you harder with the hand between your legs whilst groping your breasts through your dress with the other. All the while uttering the purest filth into your ear — so close that you could feel the smirk on his lips when he spoke — in a voice that was so quiet and low that it, in combination with his ceaseless ministrations, had you squirting all over his fingers.

“You’re such a dirty slut for me,”

“You were already soaked before I started; are you that desperate for me?”

“That perfect little pussy is always ready for me, isn’t she?”

“I bet you’d let me fuck you right here, where everyone can see how much you want me,”

“Did you want me to make you cum in front of Tim? To let him see how much of a good girl you are to me? Is that it?”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re angry,”

“God I can’t wait to fuck you stupid when we get home,”

The words compounded and compounded until finally you snapped. Vision turning snowy, senses overwhelmed with static, tongue and lips bleeding from the force of your need to stay quiet, thighs and cunt covered in your release and your mind filled with thoughts of him and him alone. Of being his slut, of letting him fuck you in front of everyone, of his voice, his hands, his mouth and his cock.

God you couldn’t wait to get home.

[pink-booty-butts]

Say Yes (Chris Pitt-Goddard x Reader)

Pairing: Chris Pitt-Goddard x gn!Reader

Word Count: 2,710

Summary: you are a stress and chris makes you a not stress

Warnings: hurt/comfort, reader feels like a failure. chris mentioning sex a few times, and allusions to sexy times at the end but no actual smut sorry!

A/N: lmao I wrote this fic forever ago when this song first came out bc it felt very real to me at the time, and I never posted it bc I was worried it was boring haha. It probs still is ngl but I was kinda inspired to finish it after the other fic I wrote today, so Merry Christmas!! 2 Chris fics in one day my dudes

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You rub your eyes with shaky fingers before dragging your mouse cursor over to the submit button. You copy the URL for the website, and paste it into the spreadsheet currently open in another tab. One of your sore hands moves to pick up the mug next to your laptop and you slowly bring it to your lips as you take another sip of your lukewarm tea. As you set it down on the coaster, you begin typing in the relevant information for the website link you just pasted. Your bloodshot eyes drag over to the left-most column, noticing the number of the row you are currently typing into.

362.

Once you finish filling your spreadsheet out, you let out a dejected sigh and bring your palms to your eyes. You press them against your closed eyelids, causing colors and shapes to dance around in the darkness. After doing this you press your fingertips against your forehead, trying to force the tension and stress away from your body. You sit like this for a few minutes, rubbing your temples and avoiding the glare of your computer screen. Despite being on the lowest level of brightness, the light was making your eyes burn, most likely due to staring at it for too long. You gaze at the floor for a few more moments before taking a deep breath and sitting upright in your chair, instead of continuing the slouching you have been doing for the better part of the past hour. You close the tab for the job application you just submitted, going back to browsing for another job to apply for.

As your eyes strain to tolerate the light from the screen you insist on staring at, you hear a brief clicking noise and the creak of a door opening. You quickly glance at the time in the top corner of your computer screen, eyes widening in realization. You throw your head back in frustration, upset with yourself for not keeping a closer eye on the time.

You hear footsteps walking towards your room, and your shoulders fall downward at the realization that you don’t have time to make yourself look more presentable. You’re still in one of Chris’s hoodies and a pair of old, stained joggers, remnants of your hunt for a job lasting from this morning until what is apparently 8pm. You hear a quick knock on the door, and before you have time to respond, Chris throws it open and stands in the doorway with the widest grin on his face.

“I missed you, my slice of cheescake!” Chris practically runs towards you, his arms spread as he crashes into your awaiting lap. He brings one hand to your neck and kisses you hard, smiling through it as if he hasn’t seen you in months. The chair you’re sitting in turns due to the force of his action, allowing him to place the plastic take-out bag in his other hand on your desk while he’s still kissing you. He closes your laptop and pushes it away from him, before bringing that hand to your back and pulling you closer to him.

Chris reluctantly parts his lips from yours, keeping your foreheads against one another as he opens his eyes and looks at you. Though your eyes are still closed and you can’t see him, he is smiling at you adoringly. Having missed you all day, Chris’s body melts into yours, the warmth and comfort of his significant other allowing him to feel like he can finally breathe again. However, he frowns once you open your eyes and he sees how red they are.

“I missed you too,” you croak, your voice sore and raspy. You’re not sure if it’s simply due to underuse, having not moved from your desk except for getting more tea and using the bathroom, or due to your general exhaustion and sour mood. You try to smile to show Chris how happy you are to see him, but your droopy eyelids betray your attempt to look excited for your weekly movie night.

“You look terrible,” he says with a concerned smile on his face. You don’t take it personally, knowing Chris is just trying to lighten the mood and doesn’t actually mean the words he just expressed to you. He proves you right by moving his hands to your shoulders, pressing into them and massaging the pain away. His eyebrows furrow as he does this, almost as if he can feel the tension and achyness currently spreading throughout your body.

“I know,” you whisper. Your eyes close on their own, not able to keep them open any longer due to your increasing awareness of how exhausted you actually are. Chris stops his movements, before sliding off your lap and standing up to look down at you. As he thinks for a few seconds, you reluctantly open your eyes, choosing to stare at his mismatched socks instead of his face. You’re not sure you have the energy to lift your head to look up at him anyways. Luckily you don’t have to, as after his deliberation he scoops up the bag of take-out from your desk, before sliding his arms under your legs and behind your back and lifting you out of your chair. Normally you’d probably laugh or squeal at the sudden action, but you’re so worn out you can’t even respond. You simply close your eyes again and lean against his chest, allowing him to carry you wherever he wants to.

Chris lays you down on the L-shaped couch gently. Your eyes remain closed but your eyebrows arch slightly in surprise, typically when Chris does this kind of thing he opts for tossing you and scrambling on top as the two of you giggle uncontrollably. He sits down next to you, placing the bag of food on the coffee table, taking out the styrofoam containers and the accompanying plastic silverware. He rolls the bag into a ball and tosses it towards the trash can and misses, but resigns to putting it in its proper place later. He opens your order first and places the container in his lap. It’s a bit too warm against his legs due to the food still being hot, but not unbearable. He takes one of the plastic forks and scoops up some of your food, cupping his hand underneath it to prevent it from possibly falling onto the couch or floor.

“Say ah,” he tells you once the fork is close to your mouth. You open one of your eyes to look at him, in awe that there is delicious food next to your mouth waiting to be eaten. When did that happen? You could’ve sworn he just set you down a second ago, but resign yourself to the fact that your crippling exhaustion is most likely messing with your sense of time. You open your mouth and he feeds you gently, the two of you continuing this in silence for several minutes, until you raise your hand to tell him to stop once you are full.

“Thank you,” you sigh contentedly. He closes up the rest of your food, knowing you’ll eat the rest for lunch tomorrow. He opens his own order and starts eating, smiling at you between bites as he scarfs his food down. He must’ve been really hungry, you think.

“I’ve been thinking,” he begins with his mouth slightly full. You see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows before he continues speaking. “We should move in together.”

“What?” you ask in surprise. You regret it immediately, wincing at how harsh your voice sounded. Chris doesn’t seem to mind though, assuming your harsh tone is more due to your sleepiness as opposed to objection at his idea.

“Yeah,” he grins as he shifts closer to you. He brings his hand to your stomach, running his fingers along it while gazing at you like a lovesick puppy. “I mean, we’ve been together for a while. I think it’s time we took the next step.”

Your heart skips a beat, wanting nothing more than to say yes and throw yourself in his arms. “But Chris…” you look away from him, not wanting to see his disappointment. “I haven’t been able to find another job yet, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“What do you need a job for?” he questions, groaning at your reluctance. “My house is paid for, and I’ve got a job. I make enough for both of us.” Chris brings his body closer to yours, swinging his legs onto the couch and tangling them with yours. He wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into your chest. His voice comes out muffled once he begins speaking again. “And I loveee you.”

Your eyes start watering as you begin blinking back tears. “I-I don’t know why I can’t find a job,” you squeak. “I feel useless.”

Chris’s head shoots up at this and he glares at you for saying such a thing. “Don’t say that,” he warns. “You’re so talented and amazing at so many things, you don’t need some stupid 9-5 to validate that.”

“I know,” you groan, looking up at the ceiling. “I know, but I just can’t help feeling like I wasted my life. I should’ve spent my time better, building other skills instead of, I don’t know, whatever I’ve been doing. Instead here I am job hunting, and I can’t even get a basic job working in an office or something.”

Chris rests his chin against your chest, looking to the side as he contemplates what to do about how you are feeling. “You know what you should do?” he says as he looks back at you. “You should start writing music again,” he explains. “If you really want to have a job, that’s what you should do.”

“That’s not…” you trail off, his smiling face looking at you threateningly, as if he knows the words that are about to come out aren’t ones he will approve of. “That’s not going to pay the bills though, Chris. I don’t know how long it’d take for me to make money if I started singing again, it might be years.”

“So?” he laughs. “I already told you that you don’t need to pay for anything, I’ve got it covered. But if you insist on working, that’s what I want you to do.”

“But…” you start again, feeling yourself wanting to shrink away from him. You feel as though you’re being suffocated by your shame, reluctant to accept any kind of help. You’re an adult after all, you should be able to take care of yourself. “I don’t feel comfortable doing that to you though, I mean what if something happens or—“

Chris cuts you off with a finger to your lips. “I won’t force you to,” he says. “But I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I can’t imagine being with anyone else but you, and you not having a job isn’t going to change that.” He pulls his body up, bringing his face closer to yours, looking at you like you’re the most amazing thing he’s seen in his entire life. “Besides, you’re a fantastic musician, and I think it’s a waste for you not to pursue it. I know you have what it takes to make it, and I want to support you, so that a few years from now, I can be your unemployed sugar baby and we can just have sex when we’re not rolling in money.”

You let out a loud laugh and slap his arm, and he grins widely before joining you in your fit of laughter. “Chris!” you laugh out. “You can’t just say things like that!” you blush, and Chris is incredibly relieved at the sight of color and life returning to your face.

“Why not?” he smirks. “If the roles were reversed, I’d be jumping at the opportunity.” He lifts his upper body up, leaning on his elbows as he begins to mime out his response. “You mean all I’ve got to do is sing some songs and have sex with my incredibly hot lover everyday when they comes home from work? Sign me up,” he chuckles, his grin taking over his face. He leans towards you again, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “Just say yes.”

“…Okay,” you respond, hesitantly smiling.

Chris breathes out a loud sigh of relief, his chest deflating as if he’s been holding his breath for hours. He practically falls on top of you, shimming his hands underneath your back and resting his head in the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around him, though it’s more like you just place them on top of him since you still don’t have much energy. The two of you lay like this in silence for a few moments. “I love you, but sometimes you’re too stubborn for your own good,” he mumbles into your neck.

“Oh really?” you ask.

“Yes,” he chuckles. He kisses your neck lazily a few times, and you almost think he’s about to fall asleep while laying on top of you. You’re proven wrong when his head abruptly shoots up to make eye contact with you. “I can’t wait to wake up next to you every day,” he starts, his voice getting faster as he continues speaking. “Preferably naked. We can watch shows whenever, do all the things we never had time for because of our work schedules, take naps and cuddle whenever we want.” He grabs you tightly by the waist, before turning the two of you over so that you’re laying on top of him.

“Chris, we already wake up next to each other every day,” you laugh. Though the two of you did live in separate places, Chris always hated the thought of being apart from you at night. It was like he couldn’t sleep unless you were next to him.

“Yeah, but now it’ll be better because we’ll actually live together,” he replies, before he starts playfully mocking you. “No more ‘oh my god Chris, I have to go back to my place because I ran out of pants.’” You groan sarcastically, and both of you start having a giggle fit. The two of you stay like that for a few more moments, smiling at each other happily.

Chris drags one of his hands up and down your back slowly, relishing in the feeling of the stress being gone from your body. “But seriously,” he starts, forcing his face into a neutral position and pausing dramatically. His look of adoration has you start thinking he’s about to say something profound—about your relationship or how much he loves you—but instead he tells you: “I don’t know why you don’t just bring more pants.”

“Oh my god, let it go Chris,” you say in between laughs.

“Never,” he smiles, and cranes his neck up to kiss you. Chris intended on it being just the one, but after getting a taste for your lips, he couldn’t help himself. One kiss turned into two, then three, then four…

He lifts his hand up to your head, pulling your face closer to his so he can deepen the kiss. He swipes his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for entrance, and he quickly slips his tongue into your mouth once you do so. Your tongues dance together gently for a while, but things quickly escalate and Chris starts pulling you closer to him, grabbing at your body and wanting to feel more of you. He slips his hand under your shirt, wanting to feel your bare skin against his own. Before he removes your shirt you stop kissing him, and take a moment to catch your breath. The two of you stay close, exchanging each other’s breath as your lips brush against one another’s.

“Should we take this to the bedroom?” you ask, a faint blush on your cheeks.

Chris gives you a wide grin and shakes his head. Despite his clear exhaustion, he manages to flip you over once again, so he was hovering over you.  He kisses you again, before looking down at you seductively. “The bedroom’s too far, I need you right now.”

[jamiewintons]

Welcome Home (Chris Pitt-Goddard/F!Reader)

Summary: You’ve been away visiting family out of town for a week, and you return home to your boyfriend, who is very eager to welcome you back.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY!). Oral Sex (F!Receiving). Couch Sex. Chris using food-related pet names.

A/N: This is written for some prompts sent by an anon, which were "you don't know what you do to me" and "I could come just from looking at you". I hope everyone enjoys reading this, and as always, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Word Count: 2016

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You sighed as you finally reached the front door of your place, setting down your bag as you rummaged in your pocket for your keys. You'd been away for a whole week visiting family out of town, and though you'd been happy to see them, you were really glad to be home now. You were tired, and looking forward to just curling up with Chris on the sofa, but unfortunately that couldn't happen yet, because it was a school day and he'd still be at work for a couple more hours.

Once you got the door open, you lugged the bag inside, putting it against the wall out of the way. You didn't exactly feel like unpacking now, you needed a few moments to just relax. After kicking off your shoes, you were ready to go and do just that, when you heard a voice speak up from behind you dripping with a seductive tone.

"Welcome home, pudding." You turned around to see Chris lounging there on the sofa, the top few buttons of his shirt undone, and his hair messed up in the way that always looked so sexy on him. Though you’d been feeling exhausted from your drive home, seeing him like this had certainly managed to perk you up a bit.

"Chris, what are you doing here? School isn't over for another three hours." Obviously you weren't disappointed to see him, quite the opposite, but you couldn't help but be curious.

"I knew you were coming back today, so I just... didn't go," Chris told you with a shrug, and you looked at him, your eyebrow raised. "What? It's just P.E. It's not like it's important."

"You're going to lose your job if you keep up like this, you know." You walked over towards the sofa, and already, Chris sat up and was reaching out to try and touch you, but you were just out of reach.

"That wouldn't be so bad, lambchop. More time to spend at home in bed with you." You heard the quietest snicker from Chris when he was able to grab your backside, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Or on the sofa, or in the shower… I’m not picky.”

“Don’t I know it,” you said with a laugh. Once Chris let go, you sat down on the sofa beside him. Before you even knew what hit you, his mouth was on your neck, his teeth lightly nipping at the skin. “Sometimes it seems like all you think about is sex.”

“It’s not all I think about,” he assured you, his hands quickly moving to your breasts, in typical Chris fashion. Even though you still had your shirt and bra on, the feeling of him fondling them was enough to elicit a tiny moan. "Could you blame me if it was, though? You don't know what you do to me.”

"Well, I just got home and you’re already feeling me up, so forgive me for believing that.” You tilted your head back a little, so Chris had more room to kiss your neck. 

"It's been a week, I missed you." He punctuated his statement by sucking hard on your neck just under your ear, intent on leaving a mark. “I tried to take care of it myself, but my hand doesn’t feel as good as you.”

"Believe me, I know how you feel," you sighed, as one of Chris' hands slipped under your shirt, reaching under the cup of your bra so he could touch your breast directly, brushing his thumb against your nipple and making you shiver. “I missed you too, Chris.”

“Good,” Chris said smugly, pulling you towards him a little so he’d have enough room to push you onto your back. When you felt him beginning to tug at your shirt, you lifted yourself up a little, assisting him in removing the garment. Chris wasted no time in disposing of your bra as well, throwing both pieces of clothing onto the floor. His mouth was on your breast almost instantly, sucking at one nipple for a bit before moving on to the other one.

Once he’d had enough of that, he moved onto your trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping them before yanking them down your legs along with your panties. He sat up to admire your fully naked form, his eyes trailing down your body with a devilish smirk. "God, you look so good like that," he said, teasing his fingers against your already wet entrance. "I could come just from looking at you."

You didn’t doubt that, judging by the sight of his very prominent erection through his own trousers. Chris toyed with your clit for a while, and you closed your eyes at the feeling, surprised at how only a week without his touch could have made you this sensitive. You were so caught up in the sensation that you barely noticed when he grabbed at your legs, maneuvering them so they were resting on his shoulders. However, the feeling of his tongue against your slit was certainly enough to grab your attention.

Chris immediately got to devouring you like he hadn’t eaten in a week, grabbing at your hips to keep you in place. You clapped a hand over your mouth to obstruct the ridiculously loud moan you let out, but it wasn’t much help. Chris smiled against your core, the sounds coming from you egging him on to overwhelm you further. As his tongue worked at your entrance, his nose brushed against your clit, and it was already beginning to become too much for you.

Your free hand tangled in Chris’ already messy hair, gripping at it so hard that it surely had to be at least a bit painful for him. But still, he continued, and it wasn’t long before your release hit you like a truck. As the pleasure washed over you, all you could do was say Chris’ name, squeezing your thighs around his head as he kept licking at you.

Eventually, Chris stopped, and you simply laid there and tried to catch your breath, feeling like you’d just run a marathon. You thought you were exhausted before, but now you thought you might not be able to move for the rest of the day. “You still taste amazing, peaches,” he told you, and though you weren’t looking at him, you just knew that he was wiping all of your wetness from his chin and licking it off his fingers.

Once you were finally able to open your eyes again, you were surprised to see that Chris was already completely naked, having stripped off while you were busy recovering. Though he was generally very lazy in everyday life, his ability to get his clothes quickly off when he needed to was second to none. It was honestly very impressive.

"Come on, cheesecake, we're not done yet." Chris slowly trails his hand up your calf and to your thigh, while not so subtly licking his lips. Your eyes flicker down for a moment to admire his cock, hoping that he would hurry up and fuck you already. "How do you want to do this?"

"As long as I don't have to move, I'm happy," you said, and you immediately saw Chris pout.

"Aww, you know I like it when you're on top," Chris replied in a fake whiny tone, looking at you with pleading eyes which you were not going to fall for.

"You should have thought about that before you tired me out. If you want to come, it’s your responsibility, Christopher.” Chris smiled at your somewhat forceful tone and use of his full first name; he liked it when you got a little bit bossy with him.

"You're lucky I love you, marshmallow." Chris leaned down to give you a brief peck on the cheek, before flipping you over so that you were laying on your stomach. His hands came to your hips, lifting them up slightly, and then parting your legs so he had easy access. Of course, Chris couldn't miss the opportunity to feel you up again, so he used one hand to grope your backside, while the other guided his cock to your dripping entrance.

You took a sharp intake of breath as Chris sunk himself inside of you, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. He moaned unashamedly loud at the feeling of you wrapped around him after a week of going without.

"You feel so good, babe," Chris groaned, defaulting back to the pet name he tended to use when he couldn't think of any more of his silly food-related ones. He was far too distracted to use his brain during moments like this.

Usually, Chris liked to take things slowly at the beginning and tease you - especially if you'd already climaxed once - but it seemed that your time apart had been a little bit too much for him to bear. He started with an already fast and hard pace, knocking the breath out of you as you brought your hands up to grip the armrest of the sofa.

"I missed you so much," he repeated, his pace increasing already, as his hands moved from your hips to your stomach. With Chris' cock inside of you, you didn't really have the brain power to question what he was doing, so when he pulled you up into a sitting position on top of him, you went willingly.

"I... I missed you too," you gasped out, closing your eyes as Chris began to bite and lick at your neck. One of his arms was wrapped tightly around your middle keeping you against him, while the other was positioned so he could fondle your breast. He rolled the hardened nipple between his fingers, making you rock your hips back against him.

"I don't want to be away from you for that long ever again," Chris told you, and you found yourself nodding, because you didn't want that either. It might not be realistic in the future, but right at this moment, you couldn't imagine being anywhere but here with him.

You could tell that Chris was already approaching the edge, from his unrhythmic thrusts and the open-mouthed kisses he was leaving against your neck. Somehow you managed to move your hand down to your pussy, beginning to circle your already sensitive clit with your fingers, making yourself tighten and contract around him.

Chris came first, with a very loud string of curses mixed with your name, and the arm around you squeezed even harder as he spilled himself inside of you. Your climax immediately followed, and Chris was the only thing keeping you upright as he continued to move against you, prolonging both of your orgasms.

Once you were both spent, Chris collapsed backwards, bringing you down with him. The two of you struggled to catch your breath, and simply enjoyed the feeling of being so close to each other. The hand at your stomach stroked against your skin as you began to calm down from your high.

As soon as you were able to move, you freed yourself from Chris' weak grip, and turned yourself around so you were laying face to face. He looked up at you with a tender, tired smile, brushing some hair out of your face. Your lips connected again for some sweet, lazy kisses, before Chris suddenly spoke up.

"We better get everything cleaned up before Tim gets home," he said calmly, and despite your exhaustion, you scrambled up into a sitting position.

"Shit!" You exclaimed, practically jumping off the sofa on your shaky legs to grab your clothes. Chris laid back and watched you run around naked, smirking to himself.

"Don't worry, chestnut, we've still got a few hours till he gets back," Chris explained with a snicker, and you turned to look at him with a frown. "Maybe we could move this to the bedroom for round two?"

You clutched your clothes to your chest, and a smirk grew on your face that matched Chris' own. You had gone without for a whole week, after all.

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masterlist

updated: 7/8/2023

listed from newest to oldest within each character. i might change how this list is laid out but for now i’m lazy. (also idk how to organize things, someone teach me pls)

You, Me and the Apocalypse

Ariel Conroy

Oodles o’ Noodles (smut, 18+)

Chamomile Tea

Pancakes (smut, 18+)

Grape-Flavored Apologies

The Bet (smut, 18+)

Curry and Cheesecake (dark!Ariel, smut, 18+)

Wants and Needs (dark!Ariel, smut, 18+)

Mercy (dark!Ariel, smut, 18+)

Snowed In

Dox Me, I Dare You

Flowers

The Spider and the Fly

Jamie Winton

Champagne Mornings (smut, 18+)

Worms (smut, 18+)

Valentine’s Day Prompts - Bananas & Boxes

Lying in Laundry (smut, 18+)

Pranked (smut, 18+)

English Muffins

Payback

Any Requests? (smut, 18+)

Spy (2011)

Chris Pitt Goddard

Valentine’s Day Prompts - Peanuts & Promises

Just Kissing

Say Yes

Last Christmas

Potato

BBC Quacks

William Agar

Valentine’s Day Prompts - Elderberries & Chrysanthemums

You Instead

Tyko

Smut Alphabet

BBC Ghosts

Thomas Thorne

TBA

Bill (2015)

Bill Shakespeare 

TBA

Yonderland

Christopher Payne

TBA

The Wrong Mans

Sam Pinkett

TBA

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Rules:

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

This isn’t just for writing, either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!

thanks so much for the tag @baynton!!! :D your list of fics is so cool! you need to write those for real!!

genuinely i have no idea who to tag omg(also i def don’t have 11 people to tag), i’ll tag @thingses-and-stuffses @mermaid-trash @the-fandomgremlin cos I know for sure that they write stuff and i think(mostly hope) im less likely to annoy them if i tag them haha. i’m so sorry if this is annoying still though and feel free to not do it!!

ok so this is all the stuff in my WIPs folder (which I only made recently cos my wips were getting out of hand lmao).  tbh idk if any of these will see the light of day except stuff on the Ideas list, but since writing this list I lowkey feel inspired to go back to some of these? 👀

Listed from oldest to newest:

Baynton Boys with a workaholic s/o — word count: 255

jelly toxic boi (Ariel x Reader) — word count: 674

ur kinda toxic ngl (Ariel x Reader and Jamie x Reader) — word count: 1,911

Say Yes (Chris Pitt-Goddard x Reader) — word count: 2,488

Jamie + you in lingerie (Jamie x Reader, smut) — word count: 372

tv sex (Ariel x Reader, smut) — word count: 409

idk bro (dark!Ariel x dark!Reader, maybe smut) — word count: 514

no chiropractors (dark!Ariel x Chronically Ill!Reader, smut) — word count: 544

Starfish (Jamie x Chronically Ill!Reader) — word count: 2,312

Baynton Boys Comforting You During a Depressive Episode — word count: 373

Fic Ideas

[jamiewintons]

Thank you for that chris fic!!! It's so perfect i love how you write him omg. deffo what I needed after a rough week ❤

I’m so glad you enjoyed it, anon. Happy that I could help ☺️

(Here’s a link to the fic for anyone who didn’t see it 😘)

[jamiewintons]

hi!!! if your requests are still open, would you mind doing some period sex with chris or jamie? like comfort/smut (im having a ROUGH time of the month lol)

only if you're comfortable with it tho!! I know people think it's gross so literally dont worry if you don't feel comfortable doing it!! ily no matter what❤

Hope that you enjoy this, anon!! Weirdly I got my period not long after I read this request 😂😅

[jamiewintons]

hi!!! I love your work so much mat is such a babe 🥺

if your requests are still open could I please request #10 "you don't know what you do to me" and/or #17 "I could come just from looking at you" from the smut prompts with chris??? i've been rewatching spy recently and almost forgot how much i loved that chaotic boy. thank u in advance if u do this but totally no worries if u don't want to!!!❤

Sorry this took so long, anon, but here we are!!!

[jamiewintons]

Break Time (Chris Pitt-Goddard/F!Reader)

Summary: You've got a massive crush on Chris, but you don't believe he'd ever see you as anything more than a coworker. Things might be set to change when you walk into the back room to a very interesting sight...

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Coworkers to Lovers. Awkward Crushes. Semi-Public/Workplace Sex. Oral Sex (F!Receiving). Desk Sex. Insecure!Reader. Unprotected Sex. Chris being a little shit.

A/N: Once again, this is dedicated to everyone over at the Baynton Babes server. I wouldn't be able to write these kinds of things without your support and encouragement, and I appreciate every one of you. I’ll put the AO3 link in the replies!

Word Count: 3974

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Chris Pitt-Goddard was a very strange man, and often you found yourself wondering why it was that you liked him so much.

To be honest, he had a habit of making your job far more difficult than it needed to be. The amount of fights he picked with customers that you ended up having to resolve had to number in the hundreds by now, and you’d only been working with him for about six months. Sometimes, he’d just skip out on work on a whim because he got bored, and went looking for something more interesting to do.

But despite all of that, you did like him. You really liked him. It was getting to the point where you were embarrassed by the effect he managed to have on you. Any time Chris so much as looked at you, you would blush a shade of bright red and had to avert your eyes like an infatuated teenager. You knew that you were definitely too old to be acting that way, but you couldn’t help it. You weren't exactly great at hiding it either, and you wondered whether Chris had any idea of how you felt about him.

Even if you did, you knew that it really didn’t matter. Chris was weird, sure, but he was also one of the hottest guys you’d ever met in your life. Not only that, he was pretty much a genius, and he had an insane amount of confidence that you could never hope to match. He could probably get any girl he wanted.

You’d never considered yourself to be particularly attractive, and you were awkward as hell, so you knew that you were deluding yourself even imagining that a guy like Chris would ever look at you as anything more than a coworker.

Sure, you guys had fun goofing around together when you were on the same shift, and one time he had even told off a rude customer who had shouted at you until you were on the verge of tears, but at the end of the day, you were just two people who happened to work at the same tech shop.

Today had been one of those days, and it wasn’t even half over yet. There had been a huge rush of customers after you’d just opened that had lasted for a couple of hours, in the middle of which, Chris had simply disappeared. It would have been almost impressive if it weren’t so annoying; you hadn’t even seen him actually leave. You’d turned away from him to speak to a customer, and when you looked again, Chris was gone without a trace. How did he always manage to do that? And what kind of blackmail material did he have on your boss that allowed him to keep getting away with it?

Once you’d finished helping the sweet old lady who had been looking for a camera for her grandson, you glanced at the clock and noticed that your break had technically started six minutes ago.

“Go on, go and take your break,” said Sarah, another one of your coworkers. “The rush is over, I can handle things on my own for a bit. I’ll let you know if Chris shows himself again.” She rolled her eyes. You knew that she wasn’t exactly Chris’ biggest fan, and as someone who did really like him, you could kind of understand why.

“Thanks so much! I’ll see you after!” You told her with a smile and a polite wave, before walking towards the breakroom to collect your things. You’d been so busy that you hadn’t really found the time to think about what you were going to have for lunch. There was always that nice Chinese restaurant down the street, or maybe you could go for something more simple like a sandwich–

All thoughts of food – and anything else, really – left your mind in an instant when you opened the door to the breakroom, and were greeted by a sight that you were sure you would only ever see in your dreams.

Chris was standing in the middle of the room in his underwear.

If you had been capable of rational thought in that moment, you would have wondered, very reasonably, exactly why Chris would be standing around only in his undies at work . But as soon as you laid eyes on him, your brain essentially ceased functioning. The only adjective that came to mind to describe him was ‘beautiful’. He was thin – though you already knew that – but he didn’t look sickly or scrawny. Every inch of him was absolutely perfect, far better than anything your daydreams could have ever conjured up. You wanted to run your hands all over his body and feel his soft skin under your fingers, or to trail kisses down his torso…

You weren’t sure how long you were staring, but you were only broken out of your daze by Chris’ voice. “My eyes are up here,” he said, and worried that you’d creeped him out by so shamelessly ogling him, your eyes quickly darted up to his face. Chris seemed far from uncomfortable; in fact, he was giving you his trademark cheeky grin. It was something that you saw almost every day, but somehow it affected you even more when he was in such a state of undress.

Was this a dream? There was no way that this was actually happening, right? People just didn’t strip down to their underwear at their place of work in real life. That was the kind of thing that only happened in porn.

Chris was looking at you intently, as if he was waiting for you to say something, but you still found yourself incapable of forming a coherent sentence. If you tried to speak, you were pretty sure all that would come out of your mouth would be a string of confused noises and something resembling the words ‘please take me now’.

“Y/N?” Chris said, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He’d thought your reaction was kind of cute at first, but he was starting to seriously worry that you were going to faint or something. He took a couple of steps towards you, and for the first time since you came into the room, you made proper eye contact with him. “Are you okay?”

Without thinking, you closed the extra distance between the two of you, before cupping Chris’ face in your hands and crashing your lips against his. You didn’t even have time to consider whether it had been the wrong thing to do, your instincts had simply taken over.

Luckily for you, Chris did not seem disappointed. He made a little squeak of surprise – he certainly hadn’t been expecting this from you of all people – but within a few seconds he was already kissing you back with even more fervour, one of his hands tangling into your hair. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling your body closer to his, so you were flush against each other.

After a few moments, your need for oxygen overtook your need for him. You pulled away from each other's lips, but found yourselves unable to break away from each other's gaze. Seeing the desire you held for Chris reflected in his own eyes affected you in a way you weren't even sure how to describe. There was no doubt about it; he wanted you too. It was like a fire had been ignited inside of you, and you never wanted it to be extinguished. That knowledge gave you a boost of confidence, the likes of which you’d never felt before in your life.

With that fire still blazing inside of you, you kissed him again, like it was the only thing keeping you alive. Soon you felt Chris beginning to tug at the hem of your shirt, and you were so dazed that it took a moment for you to process exactly what he was trying to do. When you’d figured it out, you helped him to lift it up and over your head, only breaking the kiss once you absolutely had to. Now it was Chris’ turn to shamelessly ogle you, though it didn’t last very long, because soon enough his mouth was at your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin there.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Chris groaned against your throat, and God , hearing those words come out of his mouth made you feel like you were going to melt. Just knowing that he wanted you too drove you crazy. One of his hands trailed up your torso to cup one of your breasts, squeezing it gently but firmly and making a soft moan escape past your lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about this.”

“I’ve been thinking about it pretty much since the day I met you,” you told him between harsh breaths, struggling to get the words out. “It’s so hard to focus on computers… when all I can do is imagine what your lips feel like.”

“Now that you don’t need to imagine any more, maybe you’ll focus better,” Chris suggested, before tracing his tongue over an already fading bite mark.

“I doubt it. Now that I know what it’s like to kiss you, I’m never going to be able to think about anything else.”

Chris laughed softly, and he kept moving downwards until his kisses reached your still partially covered breasts. He seemed particularly enamoured with that area of your body, judging how much attention he was lavishing on it; while he kissed one, his hand squeezed the other, and you soon reached your arms behind your back to unfasten your bra so Chris could remove it.

Now, without the pesky fabric hindering him, Chris was able to continue further, eagerly licking and sucking at your nipples and making you gasp. He revelled in coaxing reactions out of you, you could feel him grinning each time you made even the slightest noise.

Chris seemed entertained by his current activity, but you ached to go further. Your mind was far beyond thinking about your lunch break – honestly, you barely even remembered you were at work anymore – but somewhere deep down you still recognised that your time was limited.

“Chris,” you breathed, making him stop what he was doing to look up at you. He knew what you were asking, you didn’t even have to say a word. Chris tore himself away from your chest and took your hand in his, leading you across the room to a desk, covered by paperwork and miscellaneous computer components. 

Before you could even wonder what he was going to do, Chris pushed everything off the desk with a sweep of his arm, the objects scattering onto the floor and making a rather loud noise. “I’ll clean it up, I promise,” he told you, though you weren’t sure if you believed him, nor that you even cared, as you sat yourself on the edge of the desk, hurriedly kicking off your shoes as Chris began working on your trousers.

You assisted him in removing the garment, and Chris unceremoniously tossed it aside, to wherever your shirt and bra had ended up. Now you were left only in your panties, and Chris was quick to drop to his knees between your slightly spread legs. He smirked at the sight of the sizeable wet area on your underwear, at how much he had already been able to affect you, and starting from your ankles, began slowly peppering kisses up your legs, closer and closer to where you really needed him.

Once he’d reached your inner thighs, Chris began leaving gentle bites against the sensitive flesh there. You were pretty sure there would be marks there later, but really, you didn’t mind. If anything, you wanted him to leave marks, so later when you were wondering to yourself about whether this had been a dream, you would have concrete evidence to remind you that it indeed was real.

After what felt like an eternity, Chris’ lips had come to the top of your thighs, pressing right against where the edge of your panties met your skin. He looked up at you, eyes sparkling with mischief, as his fingers teased the sides of the thin fabric. You were sure he was going to pull them down, but no, instead he stuck his tongue out, gently licking you through your underwear.

As frustrating as it was, it still felt good, even if he wasn’t touching you directly. His tongue focused on the wet spot that had formed, tasting what he could of you, but you could tell that he was quickly growing impatient – as were you – and he wanted to try the real thing. 

Chris hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties, pulling them down the length of your legs and once again throwing them aside. His gaze returned to your face, as you stared down at him hungrily. “Think you’re ready, babe?” he asked smugly, and taking a deep breath, you nodded. Chris gripped your hips before lowering his face between your thighs.

He wasn’t one to start slow, ready to enthusiastically devour you right from the beginning. Already, you found yourself having to grip his hair between your fingers. “You taste so good,” he moaned against you, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves through your body and making you cry out. In a clearer mental state, you would have been concerned about someone hearing you, but the world outside this room didn’t seem to exist to you anymore. All that mattered was Chris and his mouth and how good he was making you feel.

Perhaps it was due to your relative lack of experience, but it wasn’t long before Chris had you whimpering, squirming against his tongue as he lapped at you. You knew that you were already teetering on the edge, feeling the wave of pleasure just about ready to overtake you, when suddenly everything stopped.

You opened your eyes to look down at Chris in utter shock, only to once again see that cheeky grin plastered across his face, his lips and chin glistening with your wetness. You let out a noise of confusion, unable to find the words to question him on what he’d just done, why he’d stopped when you’d been so, so close to finishing. Chris laughed, clambering up off his knees and standing up. For the first time, you chanced a look down, noticing his prominent erection through his boxer briefs. You bit your lip.

“Don’t worry, babe, it’s not over yet.” Placing a hand against your cheek, Chris leaned down to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his lips and tongue. The kiss was very brief, and he broke away from you, smiling devilishly.

Chris stepped backwards, scrambling to remove his underwear and nearly tripping over in the process. Then you were treated to the sight of a fully naked Chris, which you had to say, was a wonderful one. Your gaze fixated on his thick, leaking cock and you ached to finally feel it inside of you.

“Usually I don’t like exerting so much energy, but I’m feeling generous today,” Chris told you, pressing a few more kisses to your neck and pulling you closer to the edge of the desk. You could feel his cock pressing against you and it made you even more excited. “But next time, you have to make it up to me.”

“Oh, you’ve decided there’s already going to be a next time, have you?” you teased, but truthfully, the thought that he would want to do this with you again made you feel a little giddy.

“Babe, once I’m done with you, you’re going to be begging for a next time.” Chris winked at you, and once again, there was his cheeky grin. You rolled your eyes affectionately.

“Well, hurry up and prove it,” you challenged, smirking.

Chris moved his hips back, and you braced yourself for him to push inside of you, but instead he just decided to slide his cock between your dripping folds, the head nudging against your swollen clit. It felt good, and with how close you had already been before, you were incredibly sensitive. You were pretty sure that you could probably come just from this – in an embarrassingly short amount of time – but you didn’t want to, not when the alternative seemed far better.

“Chris,” you whined, and still he continued to tease you, smirking wickedly as he did so. You felt yourself approaching the edge again, and all you wanted was for him to hurry up and fuck you already. “Christopher Pitt-Goddard, I swear if you keep teasing me like this, I’m going to–”

Your threat transformed into a long, drawn out moan as Chris used that very moment to finally sheath himself inside of you, all in one movement. You were once again left speechless, staring at him with wide eyes.

“You were saying?” Chris asked, still keeping that grin, as he immediately began moving his hips, too eager to allow you even a few moments to adjust. Really, you didn’t feel like delaying things any longer either. You’d been wanting this for far too long.

Hooking one leg around Chris’ waist, you did your best to move your hips in rhythm with his. It was unbelievable how amazing it felt, far better than all of the times that you had touched yourselves and pretended it was him. Your imagination couldn’t have given you the little whiny moans he let out, or the way he desperately grabbed at your hips to push himself further inside of you, or how he would lean down to nip at your neck whenever he felt the urge.

You leaned back slightly, struggling to keep your eyes open so you could watch Chris’ face. He seemed to far more focused on this than you’d ever seen him be on his work. It was kind of sweet, and you couldn’t help but smile. Chris saw your expression and smiled too, bending down to capture your lips with his. His thrusts sped up slightly, and you moaned into his mouth, leaning back a little further. Breaking away from his lips, you shifted your weight onto your elbows so you could lift one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. The other leg followed, so your calves were about his neck.

“Oh fuck,” Chris moaned breathlessly, pressing his body against your legs so that they were pushed back further towards your chest. You were practically bent in half beneath him, but you didn’t really mind. He put his hands under your hips to help him guide his thrusts more easily. Chris hadn’t been lying before when he said that he didn’t like to exert too much energy, even during sex – honestly, if the situation had been different he probably would have preferred you to ride him – but this position allowed him to reach so much deeper inside you, and he couldn’t even think of how tired he was going to be afterward.

Chris stared down at you with blown-out eyes as he crashed his lips against yours, devouring them hungrily. You were gasping, barely able to kiss him back at this point. The way you were breathlessly moaning, trying to pull him even closer with your legs over his shoulders was intoxicating. He could tell you were getting closer and closer, but he worried that he would end up finishing before you, and that just couldn’t be allowed to happen.

He grabbed your legs and put them back around his waist, placing one hand on your back so he could pull you back up towards him. His other hand, the one that wasn’t holding you steady, snuck between your legs to stroke two fingers against your sensitive clit. Chris felt you tighten around him as you whimpered, and he knew that he was on the right track.

“I can feel that you’re getting close, babe,” Chris whispered between kisses to your throat, his thrusts becoming more intense as his fingers continued to dance against your clit. “I want to feel you come for me.”

His tone – unbeknownst to him – was almost a begging one, and the sound of it combined with all of the pleasure you were feeling began to overwhelm you. You’d already been so close anyway, so Chris’ encouragement was the one last thing you needed to push you over the brink. Crying out his name, you dug your fingernails deep into his back.

“Holy shit,” Chris groaned with a shuddering breath, finding the rhythm of his hips difficult to maintain. Not just because of how tightly you were gripping him, but because of the sight of your face in such ecstasy, because of him. A few more thrusts were all he needed and then he was coming too, clenching his eyes shut and moaning your name along with a string of curse words as you felt his warmth flood you.

You both took a few moments to come down from your highs, breathing heavily. With his body still shaking a little, Chris slowly pulled out, before practically collapsing against you and pressing his face into your neck. Your heart skipped a beat; after all of what you had just done, something as simple as that shouldn’t have affected you. Nevertheless, it did, and you brought up a hand to stroke his hair, feeling him smile and relax into your embrace.

“You know, I meant what I said before. I think you’re really hot,” Chris told you, mumbling sleepily. “I wasn’t just saying it to get into your pants. I like you. I’ve liked you for ages.”

“I like you too, Chris,” you said, feeling a blush creep its way onto your cheeks. All this talk of liking each other seemed awfully childish, but it felt really good to admit, knowing that he felt the same.

You looked around at the state of the room, as you slowly came back to reality. Your clothes were scattered everywhere, along with the paper and computer parts that Chris had so carelessly swept off the desk and onto the floor. “We’d better clean all this up and then get back to work, I suppose.” You sighed.

“I don’t feel like going back to work. Too tired,” Chris whined, nuzzling against you like a cat looking for attention. You couldn’t help but smile, and enjoyed the feeling of his soft hair as you ran your fingers through it.

“You know… if you’re really good and help me clean up, then do everything else you need to do for the rest of the day…” You took a sharp inhale, hoping that this would work and it wouldn’t come off as too forward. “I might let you come over to mine after work? Maybe we could… do this again?”

Chris’ eyes widened. You had never seen him move so quickly in all the time you’ve known him, as he darted around the room, collecting your clothes and delivering them back to you. He was so enthusiastic that as you got dressed, he even tidied up all of the mess that the two of you had made, before dressing himself.

Before you stepped out of the breakroom and into the main area of the shop, Chris pulled you towards him and kissed you, much softer and sweeter than the other kisses you’d shared since the first one. It wasn’t until later when your stomach started rumbling that you realised you’d forgotten to eat. Thankfully, your new boyfriend – as Chris had referred to himself that night – was perfectly willing to share some of the snacks that he apparently had hidden around the shop, so you had no reason to regret how you had decided to spend your lunch hour.

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Chris Pitt-Goddard Smut Alphabet

The second in a series of smut alphabets that I'll be writing for the Baynton Boys. Let me know which boy you'd like to see next! (Let's be real, it's probably going to be Jamie)

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Chris gets very cuddly after sex, he'll pretty much just lay on top of you and rest his head against your chest. He'll talk to you for a bit before dozing off.

B = Body part (favorite body part of their partner’s)

Your boobs. He's obsessed with them. He's fascinated with how they move, and he'll take any chance he can get to touch them or bury his face in between them.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

Chris gives you a lot of hickeys, all over your neck and some on your chest as well. He thinks it's funny when they're really obvious and it's difficult for you to cover them up.

D = Dominant (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? are they a top or a bottom?)

He's 100% a switch. He doesn't really mind which role he takes when you're together, he'll just go with whatever seems like the most fun in the moment.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Chris is decently experienced, though not as experienced as he'd like for people to believe. He definitely knows what he's doing though, and he's very willing to show you all of his skills.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

It's a little bit of both with him. Sometimes the vibe even changes mid-sex.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Chris is definitely goofy when you're in bed (or wherever else you might be) together, constantly cracking jokes and trying to make you laugh and moan at the same time.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

Because of his obsession with your boobs, it's so easy to turn Chris on by drawing attention to them in any way possible - whether by wearing a low-cut shirt that shows off your cleavage, or by wearing something really tight.

I = Insatiable (how do they act when they’re desperate to have you?)

Chris has no problem letting you know exactly how he feels, he'll probably just tell you plainly that he's horny.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sometimes when he's home alone and he finds himself in the mood, Chris will sometimes call you up so he can hear your voice while he takes care of business.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Chris has a wide variety of kinks, but his favourites are probably semi-public/public sex and foodplay.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Pretty much anywhere. There’s something exciting about the thought of how easily you could be found out, which leads to Chris' interest in semi-public/public sex. You've probably also had sex in every room of his flat.

M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

Chris has a tendency to grind himself against you, and he'll also kiss/touch your boobs a lot. Getting Chris in the mood is pretty easy, because he finds you incredibly sexy, but he really has a thing for you stroking his hair.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Chris is probably the most open-minded person on earth, so if he's turned off by any kink, that's how you know it's fucked up.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He enjoys doing both a lot, especially if he gets to give and receive at the same time. He's incredible at giving though, and he loves it when you sit on his face.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Chris often changes pace completely at random, sometimes multiple times in a short period.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He definitely loves quickies, especially in the morning before work or somewhere when you're in public together.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Chris loves experimenting, he thinks it's exciting to try different things. He'll try and encourage you to experiment too, but if you're uncomfortable, he's perfectly fine with vanilla sex too. In Chris' mind, sex with you is fun no matter what.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Chris tends to last a pretty long amount of time when you're not going for a quickie, and he can usually go for about two or three rounds before he's too worn out to continue.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

He definitely was at one point, but once the two of you got together, he could no longer imagine having sex with anyone but you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Chris is a massive tease. He loves to try and get you turned on at the most inconvenient times.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Chris is loud, and doesn't make any effort to hold himself back and keep himself quiet.

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

He'll wait as long as he needs to for you to be ready. If you're ready to have sex right away, he's right there with you, but if you need a little more time, he's understanding of that (even though he wants you really badly).

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Chris is pretty thin, but he's not insecure about his body whatsoever. He's hot, and he knows it.

Size-wise, Chris is above average in length, but more impressive is his girth. It really contributes to his confident, cocky attitude.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is insanely high. He'd be up to having sex every day, multiple times a day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once he's exhausted himself, Chris tends to fall asleep pretty quickly, often times in the middle of a sentence.

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Baynton Boy Smut Alphabets

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Break Time ;; You’ve got a massive crush on Chris, but you don’t believe he’d ever see you as anything more than a coworker. Things might be set to change when you walk into the back room to a very interesting sight… (3974 words, smut, fluff)

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