#christopher x reader

[vickytaa]

And this?

"We should hide it better next time."

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"CHRISTOPHER OWEN STURNIOLO WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" Nick screamed while getting upstairs to the living room, where Chris and you were.

Both of you exchanged a confused look. "What is he talking about?" Chris asked. You quickly raised your hands, not knowing what made Nick so angry.

As Nick's figure comes into frame, Chris's and Your's jaw literally drops. Both faces were white.

Nick was holding a piece of paper, nothing special, right?

Wrong.

It was your "Fuck places" list of yours and chris.

"What the fuck is this? Why is kitchen, bedroom, beach and more places with a tick?" He asked. Oh god he didn't notice.

"That's uh... our..." Chris began to explain, but any word came out of his mouth. He lightly hit your arm, trying to get help.

"Places were we've been together!" Came out before even thinking of how stupid that answer was. Nick was getting more confused, not truly believing you.

He started to read again. It was a simple list:

Chris and Y/n :

- Starbucks's Bathroom ✓

- Hot tub ✓

- Lift ✓

- Matt's car ✓

- Library ✓

- Forest ✓

- Church ✓

And that thing was loong, it seemed endless.

"Yeah, right..." Nick said, obviously not believing anything you've said, I mean, who you think was believing that?

"Hey, what's all the fuss about?" Matt said, entering the room. This couldn't get worse. "These two over here have something to explain to us," Nick said, borrowing the paper to Matt.

"No, Nick, why does everyone have to know?" You whined. Matt completely ignored you, grabbed it, and started reading it. His eyes were wide open.

"MY CAR?" He asked. He didn't even have to ask us what the list was about. It was obvious.

Nick and Matt started to explain how gross and disgusting this was, but you and chris weren't listening at all.

"We have to be more careful about it..." You said, a bit embarrassed to be exposed. "Yeah... but well, we said we had to finish it by the end of November..." Chris said, a teasing smirk on his face.

You giggled, and your cheeks were burning.

"Yeah... tomorrow photo booth?"

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a/n: short, but I wanted to post something so yes

Love yall:))

[kamyylovee]

CHRISTOPHER OWEN. the things you do to me 😩😩😩

[sturn777]

readers reaction to rapper!chris new song "now we're strangers" (central cee) about them and their messy break up :(

now we're strangers ,, rapper!chris x reader

you don’t even have to press play. you already know.

but you do anyway.

the beat rolls in smooth, heavy, the kind that creeps under your skin and settles deep in your bones. his voice follows a second later, familiar in a way that makes your stomach twist.

"i can still recite your number off by heart..."

your breath catches.

you hate how true it is.

he could dial your number in his sleep, same way you could recognize his voice in a crowded room, even now. but what does that matter when he never calls anymore?

"you can leave, but we can't erase the memories..."

like hell you can.

they stick, no matter how hard you scrub them away. the late night drives, the stolen kisses between studio sessions, the way his hoodie still sits at the bottom of your closet because you can’t bring yourself to throw it out.

your grip on your phone tightens as the verse continues.

"broke my baby's heart, and now she partyin' and hoein'..."

your eyes narrow. hoe? is that what he thinks?

your lips curl in irritation. typical. he messes up, and suddenly you're the villain for moving on. you knew he’d find a way to spin the story, lace his guilt into a beat and let the world sympathize with him.

but it still doesn’t stop the way your heart clenches when he says,

"say your skin's breakin' out because i cause you stress

then you left, you're lookin' sexier than ever and you're glowin’..."

you swallow hard.

so he noticed.

he always noticed.

but it doesn’t change anything, does it?

your phone buzzes in your lap.

you blink, staring at the screen.

he’s waiting. waiting for you to react, to call, to tell him he’s wrong—or worse, to tell him he’s right.

your fingers hover over the keyboard. type. delete. type again.

what do you even say?

that the song made your chest ache? that hearing his voice still does something to you, even when you wish it wouldn’t? that you still think about him when you're alone at night, even though you’d rather die than admit it?

your hands shake, frustration bubbling up.

he doesn’t deserve a response.

not this time.

he’ll have to sit with this one.

you don’t even check the messages ; just see his name light up your phone, over and over again, until it’s nothing but an annoying reminder that he still gets to you.

that one makes you pause. bet? bet what?

but you don’t have to wonder long.

a sharp knock at your door sends a jolt through your chest.

you already know who it is.

you make him knock again before you finally push yourself off the couch, fingers curling around the doorknob. you take a deep breath, school your face into something indifferent, and pull it open.

there he is.

same chain. same low eyes, scanning your face like he’s tryna figure out just how mad you are. he’s got a bouquet in one hand, white roses, your favorite, like he ain’t just rapped about breaking your heart in front of millions of people.

“hey, baby.” his voice is smooth, almost lazy, but you know him too well. his jaw flexes like he’s holding back something, like he doesn’t really wanna be here, but has to be.

you cross your arms, unimpressed. “what do you want?”

he huffs a soft laugh, shaking his head. “knew you’d be on some shit.” he pushes the flowers toward you, tilting his head. “take ‘em.”

you hesitate, eyeing him for a second before snatching them from his hand. they smell good. annoyingly good.

“so what? you think you can just pull up with flowers and i’ll forget you dropped a whole song about me?”

he exhales through his nose, shoving his hands in his pockets. “never said that.”

“but you're here.”

he tilts his head, watching you, and you hate how easy it is to fall back into this. the quiet stares, the unspoken shit that lingers between you both.

you shift your weight, glancing down at the flowers. “why’d you really come, chris?”

he steps forward. “wanted to see you.”

your breath catches.

his fingers brush against your arm, slow, deliberate, like he’s testing the waters.

“wanted to see if you was really done with me,” he mutters, voice lower now. “or if you just tryna act like it.”

your throat tightens. “i am.”

his lips twitch. “yeah?”

you don’t say anything. you don’t pull away when he reaches up, thumb brushing against your jaw.

his eyes flick to your lips. “you still mad at me?”

you should be. you were.

but he leans in, and you don’t move.

he smirks, just a little, before pressing his lips to yours.

and just like that, you lose.

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[sinmiedoalamor]

fashion designer!model!reader x street racer!chris ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

CHERRY RED LEATHER

summary- on the way to an important meeting, dulce cant get chris off her mind. with her wearing one of her new designs for a shoe collection and him driving his cherry red car, their drive takes an intimate turn.

warnings ⊹₊⟡⋆ smut! pet names(baby) & pleasuring each other. english not my first language. all pictures from pinterest!not mine!

dulce pov ⋆˙⟡♡

this meeting was serious—a new line would be added to my brand. but as i slid into the car beside chris, the only thing on my mind was him. i’d chosen to wear one of my designs for today. a tight black cardigan with a matching mini skirt and my brand new cherry red boots. the cherry colored car we were in reflected the exact shade of them.

no matter how important it was, i wasn’t thinking about the meeting at all. the only thing on my mind was how badly i needed him.

i didn’t know what it was. maybe it was the way his hands gripped the steering wheel or the look he gave me when he caught me glancing at him.

i shifted slightly in my seat, feeling the space between us grow smaller as i start to lean and reach my arm over the center console. my fingers find the waistband of his jeans, a light touch at first, but just enough to make him glance at me again with his low eyes. he must’ve smoked while i got ready. my eyes move to his lips which are now slightly parted, but he doesn’t say anything- just keeps his eyes on me while my fingers continue to brush lower.

“eyes on the road” i say in a teasing voice. i feel him shift slightly before he looks up ahead. i can feel him grow harder under my touch, a quiet groan slipping past his lips as i apply pressure.

“dulce..” his voice is low but i can hear the need in it.

i dont answer him but instead lean my body closer, close enough for him to feel the heat off me. “pull over” i say, my voice barely above a whisper but chris obeys and turns the wheel, driving us into a dark alleyway between two buildings.

the streetlights barely reach us here and i feel the air become thick with anticipation.

after unbuckling my seatbelt i reach reach over and unclip his, pulling it off with a sharp tug. chris lets out a small laugh “impatient now are we? how long were you waiting to do this.” ignoring his question i begin to lift myself off my seat. “push your seat all the way back” i tell him.

slowly, i crawl over and straddle him. our chests press up against each other as i begin making a trail of kisses from his ear, to his jaw, all the way down his neck. chris arms glide up my waist, holding me in place while his head leans back, low noises leaving his lips.

my hands tug at his hair causing his pulse to quicken under my mouth and his dick to grow between my legs. our lips finally meet, the kiss is slow at first but it quickens and becomes sloppier as i begin to rock my hips back and forth on him. chris’s breathing becomes heavier as i continue to rock harder, a damp spot forming on his jeans as my underwear begins to slide to the side.

i pulled away from the kiss, lifting myself off him onto my knees. my hands rested on his chest for a little before reaching down between us, my fingers grazing his belt as i begin to unbutton his jeans, our eyes meet as i tease the fabric. he helps me a little by lifting his hips slightly as i tug the jeans down as much as i can, bringing his underwear along with them.

“i know youre not the biggest fan of car sex so i want to try something different” i tell chris. “what do you mea-“ before he can finish his sentence i begin to shift myself so my back is now pressed up against the side of the car, the back of my head inches away from the window.

with my body horizontally on his lap, chris begins to trail his finger under my skirt, hooking onto my underwear and pulling it down my legs stopping at my boots. he stares at them for a second before saying “i love it when you match your designs to my cars”

before he can say anything else i reach my hand to his swollen tip, wrapping my hand around it and using my thumb to create circular motions around the tiny slit. immediately his head jerks back towards me, a groan escaping his lips, the feeling making his head fall back.

i watched the pleasure on his face, a smug smile tugging at my lips as i continue my slow motions. chris’s breathing continues to grow heavier, and i feel his hips buck up slightly, desperate for more friction. “fuck, dulce,” he mumbles, his hands gripping my thighs harder, fingertips digging into my skin. the way his chest rises and falls, his head leaned back against the seat, only makes me want to push him further.

“you like that, baby?” i tease. my hand moves faster up and down his length, and his hips follow my rhythm, chasing the high I’m giving him.

chris manages to look down at me, eyes dark and filled with need, and one of his hands moves from my thigh to grip the back of my neck, pulling me into a rough, needy kiss. i moan softly into his mouth as his other hand finds its way between my legs.

parting my legs open to give him more access, i felt his fingers teasingly slide up and down my pussy. “fuck baby” chris breathes out “already so wet for me”. all i can do is form an “o” shape with my mouth as i suddenly feel chris fingers slide into me without warning.

my grip on his dick tightens as his fingers pump into me, curling just right with every thrust. i can’t help but rock my hips against his hand, matching his pace as my own hand moves faster up and down his length. our breathing turns ragged, lips brushing but too caught up in the pleasure to fully kiss.

“just like that,” he groans, his forehead pressed against mine. I feel his dick twitch in my hand, and it only encourages me to move faster, my still thumb brushing over his tip giving it light squeezes. chris bites his lip, trying to hold back his noises, but a low moan escapes as I squeeze him just right. “dont try… to hide your… noises” i say through shaky breaths.

his fingers quicken inside me, knuckles brushing against my entrance, and i feel my legs start to tremble. “fffuck, chris… i’m so close,” i whimper, barely able to keep my hand steady on him.

“me too, baby,” he mutters, his voice rough and desperate. his thumb finds my clit, rubbing tight circles that send shocks through my body. the pleasure builds to an overwhelming high, and before i know it, I’m falling apart around his fingers, moaning his name as waves of pleasure crash over me.

my hand on him loosens as i come undone, but chris thrusts into my grip, chasing his own release. a few more strokes, and he spills into my hand with a throaty groan, his head dropping to my shoulder as he catches his breath.

we stay like that for a moment, his fingers still inside me, both of us panting and trying to recover. i finally pull my hand away and bring it to his cheek, turning his face to mine for a slow, lazy kiss.

chris is the first to pull away, he reaches over and pops the center console open, pulling out a box of tissues. “cmon baby lets get you cleaned up, you have an important meeting to get to”

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princesa ⋆˙⟡♡ / if this happens to be the worst piece of smut you’ve ever read.. JUST KNOW this is my first time eva writing something like this or a fanfic in general☝🏽 anyways (((((p warning)))) i got the inspo for this position from this twitter video!! i tried my best to describe the position… i didn’t even mean for the boots to match the color of the car i just noticed it when i looked through the pics i saved and decided to make it part of the story.. anyways queens hope you enjoyed:)

[camzeecorner]

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾 ₊˚ෆ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐏!𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

smut ღ dividers → @bernardsbendystraws ฅ^._.^ฅ

giving nerd Matt his first orgasm

matt sends you a nut video with sound

tying nerd!matt up for fun <3

taking away Matt’s stress

Matt being a pathetic slut

letting Matt fuck you raw for the first time

when Matt is in control

seriously please bring back dry humping

you’re busy, he’s needy. somehow you made it work

riding Matt while his brothers are downstairs

giving Matt his first handjob

titty sucking

after multiple pleas and begs you finally decide to sit on his face

showing your boy how much you love him

Matt wants to play with you

humiliating Matt on camera

“Don’t put it in! I’m serious” you scolded. “I’m sorry baby it slipped” Matt moaned in pleasure.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer” “how about a video? On your knees baby.”

You’ve pissed Matt off and he’s finally reached his limit

“Let’s go together, you know.. to save water”

“You look so good in that suit baby.”

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[sturnsdarling]

“Take it”

You and Chris have had sex a thousand times, but this time, after a dirty comment you thought nothing of, Chris’ secret obsession comes to light

vibe check: pure smut, chris with a size kink, a tiny thing about it hurting in a good way, dirty talk, bigdick!chris, chris with a praise kink?, pet names, praise, creampie, reader cums from pen alone (the hayley's comet of sexual occurrences)

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A/N: I saw this and i knew what i had to do…BIG DICK CHRIS🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

love and cigs, merc

You and Chris were lost in ecstasy, one leg draped over his shoulder as the other hung round his waist. His head was rested against your knee, his perfect teeth grazing the bone as he thrust in and out of your sopping pussy, your walls milking him with every movement.

Your moans filled the room as his tip poked at your g-spot, pressing that perfect button over and over again. He groaned at the sight of your fucked out face, your mouth hung open as guttural sounds left your lips, cries of Chris' name rolling off your tongue as he nipped at the skin of your knee, lost in the feeling of your tight pussy around him.

"you feel so fucking good, baby" he groaned, his hand gripping at the flesh of your thigh as it rested on his hip.

You could only moan in response, reeling in the way his cock stretched out your walls, the sting being nothing compared to the bliss you felt as he relentlessly fucked you.

"so fucking pretty, taking me like this, so so pretty" Chris continued, rambling.

"mphm, Chris, you're so big" You moaned, thinking nothing of it as you spoke, his size being the only thing in your mind in that moment.

Chris' eyes snapped open, locking in on yours instantly as he continued to fuck you, something about your words making his brain tingle.

"whatcha say, ma?" he said, slightly breathless.

"you're so-" you cut yourself off with a moan, "y'so big, Chris"

Chris near enough growled, biting down on your knee before looking down to the bulge forming in your stomach as he pounded into you. He knew he was big, and he loved how well you always took him, but you'd never told him now big he was, and he never knew that was something he wanted to hear.

"say it again f'me" He slowed his pace, but increased his temperament, his hips slapping against yours with a sting as he thrust in and out of you, slow and hard.

You couldn't help but moan at the change in tempo, head craning back into the pillow, your mouth slung wide open.

Chris hand came to your jaw, pulling your head back to look at him with your cheeks gently squished between his fingers.

"tell me again, baby" He cooed, his tone stern but words soft.

"you-" you stuttered, "you're so big, Chris, stretching me out so fucking good" your brows were knit together, trying to get out every word coherently.

Chris groaned, fucking into your tight pussy impossibly hard, watching your begging eyes as he did. your words had set something off in him, and he was past the point of no return.

"you like it when I stretch you out like this? huh, princess? you love taking my big cock?" Chris questioned, eyes trained on yours.

"mhm" you moaned, biting down on your lip, "I love it, Chris"

Chris lowered his gaze to the bulge in your stomach once more, watching as his tip took fleshy shape in your skin. He couldn't help but moan, obsessed with how well you took him.

"y'take it so well, ma, y'take my cock like a lil champion, huh?" He muttered, looking back to you and brushing his thumb over your wet, plump lips.

You parted your lips, letting him slip his thumb into your mouth as he pressed it against your warm tongue. You wrapped your lips around his digit, sucking it with a moan as he pulled out of you almost completely, only to thrust back in with a brutal slap of his skin against yours.

He tugged at the flesh of your thigh, pulling your other leg over his shoulder and pressing your knees to your chest, his thumb leaving your mouth with a pop.

The new position gave him the perfect opportunity to hit you even deeper than before, his dick pressing into your cervix with a blissful ache.

"fuck, Chris, it hurts so good" you mumbled, tears pricking at your eyes at the ache of your contorted body, and Chris' weight pressed against you almost completely.

"be a good girl, and take it" Chris spat, setting a rapid pace into your perfect pussy.

He was relentless, pressing your legs tight against your chest as he laid almost all his weight down on top of you. His length thrust in and out of you, the sound of your juices mixed with the slap of his skin against yours acting as a backing track to both of your moans.

"give it to me, give it to me, give it to me" you moaned over and over again, unable to form a thought other than that simple request. Something about the dirty talk, mixed with the feeling of Chris' weight on you and his big dick stretching you out made that familiar knot tighten in your stomach, your whole body tingling as every hair on your skin stood on edge.

Chris was a moaning, whimpering mess, the sound of your begging making him feel lightheaded as he pounded into you. Your slick walls were clenching around him like a vice, and he knew he was done for.

"cum with me, princess, cum all over my big cock like a good girl" Chris said though gritted teeth, his tone somehow still soft and caring despite his pace.

As if on command, his words sent you over the edge, and with a cry of his name, you released sticky juices all over his length, the squelching sound of him fucking you through your toe curling orgasm making him reel.

He was seconds behind, filling you up with his cum, fucking it into you as he stuttered above you, pressing his weight further down onto the backs of your legs as he gripped and tugged at any skin of yours he could reach.

Your breathless moans filled the room as he stilled inside you, letting his cum soak into your walls and his length, unable to bring himself to pull out. His hand came to your hair as he rested his head against your leg, trying to catch his breath with fluttery eyes. You leaned into his touch, humming at his soft caress.

"so" you said, giggling slightly, "you like it when I tell you how big you are, huh?" you cheesed as he opened his eyes.

Chris chuckled and shook his head, pushing strands of sweaty hair out your face, "don't start" he grinned.

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[chrisshands]

THEY ARE LITERALLY BOTH THE PERFECT HEIGHT FOR A COUNTER SEX

[m11rx]

favorite part of the day

[vickytaa]

Wet dreams. C.S.

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I groaned loudly, grabbing the wet mattress. "What happened?" My roommate, Chris, asked. "I washed my mattress early in the morning, and it still hasn't dried up"

I knew it was a bad idea bringing my drunken friends to my shared room, but I did it anyway. They vomited on my bed, and I had to wash it. But where am I going to sleep tonight?

"And now I don't have where to sleep," I whined. "Oh, you can sleep with me." My eyes widened at his suggestion, my cheeks blushed. Chris and I have been roommates since last year. We aren't best friends, but we help each other if they need anything.

And sleeping with him wasn't that far from reality; we sleep in the same room, separated beds. So, why not? It's just a night.

"Are you sure?" I asked. He sat up from the gaming chair, "Yes. It's just for tonight" I nodded with a smile, but my stomach was full of butterflies. I mean, Chris is very attractive, funny, and mindful, how anyone could resist him?

The night came, and we both changed into our pyjama's, ready for bed. I laid down on the edge of the bed, my ass almost falling. I was trying to fall asleep as fast as I could, not wanting to do or say something stupid. I shut my eyes closed, my back looking at Chris.

Suddenly, I felt an arm wrapped around my waist, which moved me closer to Chris. "You were about to fall," He said, his eyes still closed. I giggled at his comment, trying to hide my nerves.

We both finally fell asleep, his grip on my waist tightening. I've always hugged my pillows or stuffed animals when I am asleep, so there was no surprise when I woke up in the middle of the night with one arm and a leg hugging Chris.

I was really embarrassed and didn't want to hug him again, so I turned around, my back now facing him, again.

Unexpectedly, I felt his grip tighten, pulling me incredibly closer to him. My back was now resting on his chest, and my ass... well, it was rubbing against his bulge, and fuck he was hard.

He was having a wet dream, really wet.

His hips started to rub against mine's. I couldn't help it but get wetter and wetter by the thought of fucking Chris. His low whimpers and moans were making me rub harder on him.

I knew this wasn't right. Probably, I wasn't even in his dream. But it was impossible not to fall on the tramp.

His moans became louder and louder. The arching heat between my legs started to burn like hell. I needed some friction. I was lowering my hand to my core when I froze. "Y/n- Fuck..." Chris moaned into my ear.

Was he having a wet dream about me?

I wanted him so bad for so long. I needed to do something. I wanted to surprise him.

So I did, I pulled down my shorts, along with my panties, and removed his pants and boxers. His hard dick hit his stomach. I simply watched as his tip was covered with precum.

I sat on his lap, now straddling him. I grabbed his cock and guided to my entrance, teasing my wet folds with his tip. Loud moans and groans left our lips when he found my hole, entering inch by inch.

I looked at his pleased face, his furrowed eyebrows, his "o" shaped mouth, his closed eyes, and his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.

Once I was used to its size, I started to move. The room filled with raw nosies. "Chris! Fuck-" I moaned.

Out of nowhere, I feel his hands on my hips, helping me because I was getting tired of bouncing. "Fuck, you are so hot, Y/n" Chris said, his voice of just waking up.

"Chris- I... I'm mh" I couldn't even finish the sentence as I came all over his cock, he following soon after.

As we both relax from out high, I collapsed on top of him. "That... that was incredible" He said, still surprised of what just happened. I giggled, my plan has succeded. "All because of your wet dreams"

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[kamyylovee]

EXCUSE ME. i have no caption other than being in love and awe of this man 🥵😮‍💨🤤

[hxoyl]

"so, i chose to stay silent"

The face i stay silent with :

[sinmiedoalamor]

chris x reader

in which *ೃ༄ you thought chris was different.

warnings ⊹₊⟡⋆ angst. unresolved ending (ehh) english not my first language

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you don’t recognize him anymore. not the way he looks at you, not the way his voice is cold, distant—like you never meant anything.

“so that’s it?” your voice is barely above a whisper, but he hears you. you know he does.

he exhales sharply, like he’s already tired of this conversation. “what else do you want me to say?”

you shake your head, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. “tell me you didn’t mean it. tell me this isn’t real.”

he laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “you want me to lie to you?” he tilts his head, eyes dark. “isn’t that your thing?”

the words sting more than they should. you try to find him in the face of the man standing in front of you, but he’s gone. or maybe he was never really yours to begin with.

“yes lie to me,” you whisper, voice shaking. “lie to me the way you lie to yourself.” your throat tightens, but you force yourself to go on. “tell me you never meant to hurt me. tell me you never meant for it to end like this.”

he doesn’t answer right away. for a moment, he just stares at you, something flickering behind his eyes. but then he blinks, and it’s gone.

his jaw clenches. “you knew what this was.”

the words cut through you like a blade.

your breath shudders, but you refuse to let him see you break. “no,” you whisper, shaking your head. “i knew what i wanted it to be.”

he doesn’t respond. doesn’t move. just watches you with that unreadable expression, like he’s already gone, like none of it mattered.

“have fun playing your games,” you murmur, voice hollow. “but in the end, you’re the one who’s gonna be alone.”

his jaw ticks, but he doesn’t say anything. doesn’t stop you when you turn around and walk away.

and somehow, that hurts the most.

inspired by miéntele - junior h

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princesa ⋆˙⟡♡ / i just chris’s surprise HE IS SO SWEET OMGGG 😭 wanted to try something other than smut this took like 20 mins so probably not the best whoops

[sturnlsstuff]

GETTING OFF ON CHRIS'S LAP. . .

— warnings: smut, titty sucking, making out, cursing, dry humping, english isn't my first language.

chris didn't necessarily understand what made you so needy out of sudden, but he was not complaining.

your fingers are digging into his shoulders, while you continue grinding down against the bulge in his sweatpants. the last ten minutes had been like heaven— what started as an innocent make out session, ended with you dry humping your boyfriend.

chris is kissing you passionately, one hand moving to tangle in your hair while the other one plays with your breast, your shirt thrown to the floor a few minutes ago, leaving your chest bare.

your breath hitches as chris pulls away from the kiss, and instead wraps his lips around your hardening nipple, his hands now on your hips. his erection presses against your clothed pussy, and you get lost in the feeling. the way your clit brushes perfectly against his tip causes you to moan, and tilt your head back in utter bliss.

he continues sucking gently on your nipple, eyes locked on the pleasure written all over your face, his hands moving to grab your ass, and pull you down harder onto his cock. he can feel how wet you are even through your clothes, and it's driving him insane.

"feels good, baby?" you look down at him as he speaks, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your nipple. "using me like this?"

you nod immediately, eyebrows knitted together as the pleasure keeps building up in your lower belly. "s-so good..."

chris smirks, his hands tightening on your ass. he kisses his way over to the other breast, giving it the same treatment as he murmurs against your skin. "good girl... gettin' y'self off on my lap..."

his tongue moving around your nipple makes a shiver go straight to your core, a whimper falling from your lips. each time you grind on him, you're making these small, breathy noises that he loves.

your arms wrap around his shoulders, while pressing yourself down harder against him, the wetness starts leaking through your shorts onto his lap. a small growl leaves him at the realization of you dripping only for him.

he lifts his head, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, his hips twitching upward uncontrollably. it's all sloppy and heated, your tongues dancing together as you continue rolling your hips against his clothed dick.

"gonna come?" he pulls back to look at you, the way your eyes are shut, your tits bouncing slightly with each movement, face all flushed and lips swollen from kisses. you looked so sexy, dry humping him like your life depended on it, and it only makes his cock twitch in his sweatpants. "gonna make a fuckin' mess on my lap from grindin' all over me like a little slut?"

"chris— mgh, fuck—" you let out a choked moan, his fingers digging into your hips, guiding your movements.

he's matching your pace perfectly, bucking his hips up each time you grind down, his orgasm building as he watches you with his bottom lip between his teeth.

at some point you open your eyes to look at him— at how hot he looked. you were holding it in almost the entire day, while you sat on the couch and watched him and his brothers recording a new youtube video in their kitchen earlier. you had to restrain yourself from ruining it and dragging chris into his bedroom. you didn't know why his outfit had such an effect on you, but after seeing him in that red tank top and backwards hat, with that goddamn bracelet on his wrist, you completely lost your mind. you couldn't wait to be alone with him— and finally, nick and matt left the house, leaving you two alone, and you just had to release the tension.

"holy shit—" another moan leaving your lips after noticing the way he looks at you. "so...close, chris–"

this nearly pushes him over the edge as well, his grip tightens as he watches you chase your orgasm, every roll of your hips perfectly grinding against his aching cock. when you press down harder, he lets out a groan that's almost a plea.

you were a desperate mess, noticing the growing wet stain on his sweatpants, and it only makes you clench around nothing, the pressure becoming too much.

"c'mon, pretty," he mutters against your mouth, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. "wanna see you cum just from rubbin' that needy pussy on me... you gonna do this f'me? hm?"

"oh— jesus..." his words send a shudder through you, your nails digging into his shoulders harder as you grind down, your clit rubbing against his cock just perfectly to make your orgasm crush over you, leaving you trembling on top of him. a final gasp leaves your mouth, your eyes rolling back as chris guides you when your hips stutter. your slick staining not only on your shorts, but on his sweatpants as well.

"thereee you go... so fuckin' hot, baby—" he groans loudly, watching you come undone on him, your wet heat pressing against his cock through the clothes. his eyes half-lidded as he takes in the sight of you like this, his favorite, the way your chest rises and falls rapidly. the friction and the sounds leaving your lips are enough to push him completely over the edge, in the last moment pulling down his sweatpants, just enough to free his leaking with pre-cum dick and wrap his hand around it.

you look down as he jerks off, his head tilting back against the couch, almost knocking his hat off his head. warm drops of cum bursts from his tip all over his hand and thighs, a moan of your name falling from his lips.

© sturnlsstuff

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