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vanteguccir · 8 months ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤONLY GIRL (IN THE WORLD) * CHRIS STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Chris takes Y/N for his trip to Las Vegas with his brothers, and in the middle of neon lights and late-night walks, Chris’s and Y/N get lost in love and lust.

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　SMUT (mdni), p in v, mentions of squirt, oral (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, slight praise kink, petnames.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

The neon lights of Las Vegas flickered in a dazzling display, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the crowded streets. The air was electric, buzzing with excitement and anticipation as the city came alive with the night. Y/N stood at the edge of the crowd, her hand securely entwined with Chris’s. She felt a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. Tonight was their night, a night to explore, to be free in the city where they always dreamed of knowing.

Chris looked over at her, his blue eyes sparkling with the same excitement she felt. His smile was wide and genuine, the kind of smile that made her heart flutter every time. He squeezed her hand gently, pulling her closer as they navigated through the throngs of people, his thumb caressing her soft skin gently.

"Ready for an adventure, babe?" The boy asked loudly, trying to make his voice stand out among the diverse sounds that echoed from all corners, his tone filled with playful mischief.

"Always." Y/N replied warmly, knowing that Chris loved to repeat that same sentence every time they were about to do a new thing, her own smile matching his. She felt a rush of warmth at his touch, the familiar comfort of his presence making her feel invincible.

Freemont Street was a sensory overload in the best possible way. Street performers dazzled with their acrobatics and fire tricks, while musicians filled the air with lively tunes. The aroma of street food wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of excitement and possibility. Above them, the LED canopy displayed an ever-changing array of lights and images, turning the night sky into a living canvas.

Chris guided her towards a small food stall, the enticing smell of fresh funnel cakes drawing them in.

"Are you hungry, babe? We haven't eaten anything since lunch." He asked softly, his eyes running over the displayed menu before turning back to Y/N, his gaze twinkling with delight.

"Oh yes, please. I'm starving." Y/N laughed, nodding eagerly, tilting her head so she could look at him, tugging lightly on his hand, indicating that she wanted him to order.

It was always like that with them, Y/N didn't like to order in restaurants or cafeterias, always feeling too shy to do so, and when she was with Chris, it was as if he automatically assumed that position.

The brunette ordered a large funnel cake, piled high with powdered sugar and strawberries, his large hand cutting it in half and giving her her piece, watching with amusement as she took the first bite, the sugar dusting her painted lips in an adorably way.

A nasal laugh scaped him as he reached out, gently brushing the sugar away with his thumb, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

"You’ve got a little something…" He teased, his voice soft accompanied by a smirk decorating the corner of his lips.

Y/N blushed, her heart racing at the intimacy of the moment, holding herself back so as not to pull his hand back and plant thousands of little kisses on the milky skin.

"Thank you, baby." She murmured, feeling a warm glow spread through her chest, little tingles running through her body while their eyes stayed connected for long seconds.

As they wandered further down Freemont Street, they came across a street performer dressed as Elvis, belting out classic rock and roll tunes. A loud gasp scaped Chris's lips, his eyes widening with a mischievous glint. The boy stopped his steps abruptly, causing Y/N to stop hers as well, her eyes meeting his with a thread of confusion passing through her pupils.

"Care to dance, pretty girl?" He suggested, holding out his free hand, smiling widely while sending a wink her way.

Y/N giggled, feeling a rush of excitement, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Why not?"

A small cry of happiness escaped Chris's lips in celebration before his hands grabbed Y/N's, pulling her close. They joined the small crowd of people dancing to the music, their movements light and carefree.

Chris spun her around, Y/N's slightly swirled dress following the movement smoothly like a protagonist, their laughter infectious as they moved together in perfect harmony. Y/N felt a surge of happiness, the world around them fading away as they lost themselves in the music and each other.

After their impromptu dance session, they continued their exploration, stopping to watch a group of street artists creating intricate chalk drawings on the pavement. The artists worked with swift, confident strokes, transforming the plain concrete into vibrant masterpieces.

Chris pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist before resting his chin above her head.

"This is amazing." He muttered, his voice filled with awe.

Y/N nodded, resting her back against his chest, her hand finding his that rested on her waist, her fingers decorated with delicate rings snaking between his long ones until they intertwined perfectly.

"It really is. I love how alive everything feels here." Her voice sounded airy, amazed.

They stood there for a while, simply enjoying the atmosphere and each other’s company. The energy of Freemont Street was infectious, filling them with a sense of wonder and joy.

As the night wore on, they found themselves at a small outdoor bar, its neon sign flickering invitingly. They ordered some sodas, finding a cozy corner where they could sit side by side and watch the world go by.

Chris sat relaxed on the comfortable chair, his left arm resting on the surface of the table, next to his Pepsi, while his right one draped casually over Y/N’s shoulders, the tips of his fingers caressing the slightly exposed skin of her arm softly.

"You know..." He began, his voice thoughtful while his eyes remained on the unknown people randomly passing by a few meters away from them. "I’ve always wanted to come here with you, to get to know this city with you. There’s something magical about this place, and I really wanted to share it with you."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes big and shining like little starts and her heart swelling with love.

"Let's thank Justin right now then." She joked, her tone sounding amused before a laugh escaped her lips, joined by her boyfriend. "I've always wanted to visit Las Vegas too, you know? And I'm so grateful for you because you made it happen."

Chris smiled, his eyes softening in a way that, if it was possible, his pupils would take on little heart shapes.

"You make everything perfect, Y/N. I’m so lucky to have you."

Y/N felt tears of happiness prick at the corners of her eyes, moving her body so that she was closer to him comfortably, craving for his warm.

"I’m the lucky one." She whispered, reaching up to cup his face in her hands, her fingers caressing his cheeks softly. "I love you, Chris."

"I love you too, pretty girl." The boy replied, his voice full of the best emotions. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender, heartfelt kiss.

The world around them seemed to fade away as they kissed, the noise and lights of Freemont Street becoming a distant backdrop to their own little world. It was just them, wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing a moment of pure, unadulterated love.

When they finally pulled away, breathless and smiling, Chris rested his forehead against hers.

"I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here with you." Chris whispered, the warm breath that followed his words lightly hitting Y/N's face. "You make me so soft for you, I don't even recognize myself sometimes." He joked, smiling after hearing the laugh scaping Y/N's lips.

"It's a love potion that I pour into your Pepsi every day."

They sat there for a while longer, talking and laughing, basking in the glow of their love and the magic of the night.

As the crowd began to thin and the lights of Freemont Street started to dim, they knew it was almost time to head back. But they didn’t mind.

It was past 1 AM when Chris and Y/N finally decided to leave the street. The energy of the night still buzzed in the air around them as they began their walk back to the hotel. The neon lights coming from the buildings of the city glowed brightly, casting a surreal luminescence over everything. The streets were quieter now, the crowds having thinned but still alive with the hum of Vegas nightlife.

Hand in hand, they strolled leisurely, not wanting the night to end. They passed late-night diners, open-air bars, and the occasional street performer still plying their trade. The warm desert breeze carried the faint sounds of laughter and music, a fitting backdrop to their moment.

"Do you think it’s always like this?" Y/N asked, her voice filled with wonder while her eyes traveled to every corner. "So vibrant and alive?"

"I think it is. They don't call here the city that never sleeps for nothing, right?" Chris chuckled, squeezing her hand before bringing her closer.

"I love it!" Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with happiness.

They continued their walk, commenting about something they saw, Chris constantly bringing some little facts about those same things. Every now and then, they’d pause to take in a particularly stunning view or to watch a street performer.

When they finally reached their hotel, they entered the lobby, still laughing and talking, Chris excitedly reminiscing about certain moments as he guided Y/N carefully by her hand, their fingers never separating. The staff greeted them with warm smiles, and they exchanged friendly hellos. The lobby was quiet, a stark contrast to the lively streets outside, but it felt like a serene haven.

Chris and Y/N stepped into the elevator, the doors closing them into a private world.

As it ascended, they stood close, Chris’s arm around her waist firmly, his fingers playing with the little strings from her dress. Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder, a soft sigh of contentment escaping her lips.

Their room welcomed them with its cozy ambiance. Y/N immediately making her way to the large mirror near the entrance, starting to remove her jewelry.

"Tonight was incredible, Chris. The lights, the music, the people… everything was just so magical. I’ve never experienced anything like it." She spoke excitedly, her voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room

Chris watched her a few steps away while taking off his shoes, his eyes filled with adoration. He approached her from behind after feeling comfortable enough, his hands working on gently moving her loose hair to one side. The boy lowered his head slightly, pressing a tender kiss to her now exposed shoulder, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"I’m glad you loved it." He whispered, his voice a soft caress against her ears. "I wanted tonight to be special for you, petal."

Y/N smiled, observing him through the reflection while continuing to talk dreamily, lost in her thoughts as she took off her earrings and rings.

Chris’s hands began to roam over her still-clothed body, his touch both tender and possessive, the tips of his fingers like a ghost touch. He kept his eyes on the mirror, watching her reactions intently, his spine curved foward and his chin resting above her shoulder, his lips a few centimeters away from her neck, breathing in her perfume.

His hands slid from her waist to her hips, then back up to her shoulders, his touch leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. Y/N’s breath hitched slightly, but she continued to speak, her voice softer now, her eyes slightly unfocused.

"And the way the lights danced across the sky… it was like we were in our own little world." She murmured, her words slowing as Chris’s hands caressed her.

Chris pressed another kiss to her neck, stroking the tip of his nose against the sensitive skin, smiling as he felt the small hairs near his lips stand up with goosebumps, his breath warm against her skin.

"We were." He said softly, his voice sounding seductive and slightly husky. "Just you and me, in our own perfect world, yeah?"

He continued his gentle exploration, his hands moving with deliberate slowness. His eyes never left the mirror, captivated by the sight of her. He loved seeing her like this, so surrendered and relaxed, her guard completely down.

Y/N leaned back into his touch, her voice fading as she closed her eyes, savoring the sensation, little sighs escaping her lips mixing with soft gasps. Chris’s hands traced the outline of her body, his touch growing more intimate, his intentions clear. He wanted to prolong this moment, to make it last as long as possible.

As his hands moved too close to her core, Y/N opened her eyes, meeting his gaze in the mirror. There was a spark of desire in her eyes, mingled with the love and trust she felt for him.

"Chris…" She whispered, her voice a soft plea.

He smiled, his eyes darkening with intensity, seeming to pierce her figure in the mirror reflection.

"I know, sweetheart. Let’s make tonight unforgettable, hm? Let me make you never forget about it."

The room was bathed in a soft, ambient light, the glow of the city outside filtering through the curtains, illuminating their bodies.

"Yes. Please, Chris." She pleaded softly, exhaling.

His hands moved with reverence, tracing the curves of her body through the thin fabric of her dress. Y/N’s heart raced, a mix of anticipation and desire building within her.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her neck.

"You’re so beautiful, you know that?" He whispered, his voice a husky murmur. "I’m the luckiest man in the world to have you."

Y/N felt a surge of emotions, her eyes meeting his in the mirror again. There was a deep, unspoken connection between them, a bond that transcended words. She reached up, placing her hand over his, squeezing gently in silent plead.

Chris’s hands moved to the back of her dress, fingers deftly undoing the zipper too slowly for Y/N's taste. The fabric slipped from her shoulders by itself, the soft texture being pulled down in gravity, pooling at her feet.

He let out a soft sigh of appreciation, his eyes roaming over her bare skin as if it was the first time he was seeing her like that. His mind thanked repeatedly and silently that she wasn't wearing a bra, only her panties in the way of his full vision.

"You’re so fucking perfect." He complimented again, his voice filled with awe. "Every inch of you."

Y/N felt a warm blush rise from her chest to her cheeks, a mix of shyness and excitement. Chris’s words made her feel cherished, like she was the most precious thing in the world. He always did that.

He had that power over her.

Chris braced his hands on either side of her hips, his fingers squeezing the exposed skin possessively before moving, guiding her to the bed, his touch insistent.

They lay down together, Chris’s body covering hers, his weight a comforting presence. He took his time to observe her some more, his flaming blue eyes running over her flushed cheeks and desperate look before finally lowering his head, their mouths meeting in a deep kiss, his lips soft and warm against hers. Y/N responded eagerly, her hands flying to his head, tangling in his messy brown hair, pulling him closer, a soft whimper scaping her throat.

Chris chuckled deeply with her desperation, ignoring it completely, his kisses slow and deliberate, a thread of saliva connecting their lips. He explored every inch of her mouth, savoring the taste of her.

A breathy whine scaped her when Chris caught her bottom lip with his teeth, pulling it gently, nibbling just the right amount, her body arching into his touch. She felt a deep desperation for him, every nerve ending alight with anticipation, begging for his hands, eyes, cock, everything.

His hands roamed her body, each touch a caress that sent sparks of pleasure through her. He moved from her lips to her neck, trailing a line of wet kisses down to her collarbone.

"You’re amazing." He murmured between kisses. "So beautiful, so perfect. So mine, yeah?"

"Y-yes, yours. On-Only yours." The girl stumbled over her words, her throat trying to draw in air that never seemed to be enough for her lungs, her skin burning with desire.

Chris’s hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her hips, squeezing all the skin where it passed, his touch gentle but firm.

His hands found their way to her breasts, cupping them gently, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples, his mouth watering instantly with the feeling of it.

Y/N gasped, her back arching at the sensation of his cold touch against her warm skin, feeling like needles above it. Chris’s touch was electric, sending waves of shivers through her.

He moved lower, his lips following the path his hands had taken, surrounding her nipple of her right tit, his warm tongue caressing the slightly wrinkled skin, sucking with the correct force enough to elicit a loud moan from Y/N along with a squeeze of her thighs around his hip bones, bringing him closer.

"Oh, Chris. 'S so good." She moaned, pushing her chest forward, her tit pressing deliciously against Chris's face, his nose nuzzling the soft skin.

"You’re everything t'me." He whispered after lifting his face, the surrounding of his lips and chin luscious with drool, his eyes half-closed as if he was hypnotized, looking deep inside hers.

He was quick to move to her other breast, his tongue escaping between his lips before even finding her abandoned nipple.

"I need to feel all of you. S'obsessed."

Y/N felt tears of pleasure prick at the corners of her eyes. She felt overstimulating by everything. Chris’s words, his touch, everything about this moment made her feel amazing, like she was the only girl in the world.

Chris continued his slow, deliberate exploration, his hands and lips worshipping her body. He moved lower, kissing his way down her stomach, his touch a constant source of pleasure, his hot tongue in contrast to the cold drool left behind generating incessant goosebumps on her skin. Y/N’s breath came in soft gasps, her body trembling with desire.

When he finally reached her thighs, Chris paused, looking up at her with a question in his eyes. Y/N nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. He always had permission.

Chris smirked, pressing a gentle kiss to her inner thigh before moving higher, his lips repeatedly sealing over the cotton fabric of her panties while his index fingers hooked into the sides of it, starting his movements downwards, dragging the piece of clothing - now wet - across her skin gently and slowly until finally taking it off completely.

The first touch of his tongue against her core sent a jolt of pleasure through her, a soft moan escaping her lips instantly.

Chris took his time as if he was pleasuring himself too - and in a way, he was -, the tip of his tongue caressing her bud of nerve with force, constantly drawing little 8's, interspersing with his lips closing around the skin of her clit and sucking it hard, eliciting loud and pretty sounds from Y/N.

He was attentive, listening to her reactions, adjusting his touch to bring her the most he could. His nose remained pressed to the top of her intimacy, pressing the right spots as he drank her like a thirsty man.

After some minutes of only tasting her, Chris brought his right and free hand to the middle of her tights, his fingers traveling through the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, snaking upwards, lightly pinching the flesh of her ass that was exposed by her position before finding home right below his own chin, touching her core delicately, spreading her folds with his index and middle finger, exposing her most intimate parts to him, his tongue darting out to lap up the wetness that fell from her needy hole.

Y/N’s hands clenched the sheets, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her constantly. Chris’s touch was like magic, and she felt like she was floating above it, lost in a sea of sensation.

"Y' taste so fucking amazing, bunny." Chris's voice came out as a groan as he lifted his face, the collar of his white t-shirt wet with sweat and drool, a trail of saliva running down his chin and neck, and his pants hanging low on his hips, almost begging to be taken off, a large bulge catching the girl's eyes.

"P-Please, babe, take it off. 'Want to see you." Y/N begged, lifting her right leg and pressing her foot onto the waistband of his jeans, pushing it down, the belt preventing the fabric from sliding off.

"Yeah? Y' want to see me, petal? Want to see my dick so fucking hard for you? Hm?" Chris' bottom lip jutted forward, a sarcastic pout decorating his face, his tone of voice seeming to mimic his girl's, earning a whine in return followed by a timid nod of her head, her teared eyes finding his, pleading silently.

He chuckled, shaking his head at her eagerness, his hands leaving her body momentarily and going to his own t-shirt, his knees propped firmly against the mattress and between Y/N's legs, preventing her from closing them completely, her pussy lips still in the same position he left them, wide open and showing her small hole, her walls pathetically clenching around nothing.

His tongue escaped between his lips, wetting them as his eyes fixed on her core, removing the pieces of his clothes from his own body quicker and nimbly this time, eager to taste her again.

The sight of his painfully hard cock slamming against his pelvis was the most beautiful sight for Y/N's eyes, and the slight glow of pre-cum dripping from his swollen head, desperate for relief, made her mouth salivate.

His hands were quick to toss the material of his clothes away before reaching down again, resting his left arm above her inner thigh, caging it open, and pressing the palm of his hand over her belly hard, his digits sinking on her skin.

Chris brought his face closer to her pussy, observing it for a few seconds as if it were a work of art, blowing a light breath of cold air before gathering as much drool as he could into his mouth, spitting it over her clenching hole, watching intently and in awe as his saliva mixed with her wetness, lowering his face and pending his tongue out like a dog, pushing it in with ease, tasting him and her, curling it inside her spongy walls.

He didn't waste time to exchange his tongue for the fingers of his free hand; his tongue moving up from her center to her clit, surrounding it and sucking the nerve just right while his fingertips caress her entrance for a few seconds, teasing her, before finally entering, fingers thrusting inside her warm and welcoming walls, curling upwards to hit that perfect spot.

Y/N cried out almost instantly, her back arching off the bed as the knot in her stomach felt like snapping.

"Ri-Right there, Chris. Oh my G-" Her sentence turned into an almost pornographic moan as Chris's fingers increased its movements, his mouth never leaving her bud, his tongue continuing to flick against the sensitive nerve, pushing her to her first orgasm.

"'Could jus' stay here all day, y'know? 'Was made for my tongue, hm?" His voice sounded muffled and wet against her pussy, echoing through her ears and sending vibrations to her core.

When she finally reached her peak, it was like a dam breaking, waves of pleasure crashing over her. She cried out, her body arching like a cat as she was overwhelmed by the intensity of it, her thighs shaking hard and on their own as her hands twist the sheets between her fingers, pulling them closer to her body.

Chris never stopped his movements, only slowing down, his touch now gentle and soothing, helping her ride out the waves of her orgasm.

When she finally came down from her high, her eyes half-closed and her mouth opened from where little breaths came in and out, Chris moved back up, his lips completely smeared with her wetness tracing small kisses from her chin to her open mouth, kissing her clumsily and messy.

"You’re incredible." He whispered, his voice filled with awe. "I love you so much."

Y/N smiled timidly, her heart filled with satisfaction, love, and gratitude.

"I love you too." She whispered tiredly, her voice a soft murmur.

Chris kissed her again, his touch filled with tenderness before moving away, positioned himself above her, his eyes locking onto hers firmly and steadily.

"Can you give me one more, bunny?" He asked gently, his voice soft.

Y/N nodded without a second thought, her heart racing and her pussy clenching with anticipation.

"Yes... Please. I can take it." She whispered eagerly, her voice filled with longing.

A cocky smile spreads in Chris’s lips, his right hand detaching itself from the mattress, the tips of his fingers snaking across her breasts, belly, and intimacy, stopping on her thighs for a second, caressing her skin momentarily before detaching itself from her.

His fingers were quick to find his dick, rounding his hand around it, his thumb gathering the small drops of precum, running it down his length and spreading the wetness through his bulging veins, pumping it a few times, a hiss scaping through his clenched teeth with the sensation, his eyes rolling with his own sensitivity.

He exhaled, finally guiding his cock close to her pussy, his blue eyes traveling to her face momentarily, a convinced gaze taking over his expression as he noticed her head slightly popped up, her eyes watching all of his movements in awe, her bottom lip caught firmly between her teeth.

"Y my freaky girl, huh? Watching me burry my cock inside y'delicious pussy, yeah?" He lightly tapped his swollen, pink head against her clit three times, eliciting eager whines from his girl before finally aligning himself to her needy hole, pressing skin to skin, entering her slowly, his movements gentle and controlled.

Y/N gasped instantly, her chest arching to meet his, the sensation of him filling her a perfect blend of pleasure and intimacy. Chris exhaled as he felt his pelvis touch the upper part of Y/N's cunt, momentarily savoring the sensation of having his dick trapped between tight and warm walls, his favorite place.

Meanwhile, the girl below him was sucking in air through her half open mouth, her jaw slack and her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her eyelashes fluttering against her pink cheeks, feeling the way his thick cock seemed to stretch her open so easily.

Chris took a deep breath, pulling his hips back so that his cock came out all the way, only his head remaining inside her, before pushing forward again, using every muscle in his thighs and abdomen to fuck his dick up into his girl, leaving her a wilting, blubbering mess.

Tremblers run through Y/N's body with the way he moved, making her feel empty every time he pulled out, her pussy sucking him in again eagerly.

"Goddamn, angel." Chris grits, sucking his teeth in an attempt to keep his concentration on her. "Shit, you feel so fucking good. 'S it good? Y'know you ca-can stop me if you need to."

"Ye-yeah." Y/N managed to let it out amid moans and gasps, her hands leaving the sheets and flying to Chris's back, her digits sinking between the rolls that his shoulders and back created with each movement, squeezing and pushing so that their bodies became closer and closer.

"Attagirl."

They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies entwined in a rhythmic dance. Chris’s touch was gentle but rough, his movements deliberate, each one designed to bring her the most of each feeling.

Y/N felt like she was floating. She clung to Chris desperately, as if she could fall at any instant, her whimpers sounding shuddered, in tune with his fast thrusts and the wet, lewd cacophony of their bodies connecting.

She felt stimulated in so many places. Her nipples pressed up to his chest, clit being rubbed by his pubic bone, and his fucking cock fucking her so good.

Chris lowered his head to the valley between her breasts, laying on his side so that his lips hugged the skin of her right tit, sucking and nibbling as she clutched onto his scalp. Nails scratching at his neck, shoulders, and chest until she feels her orgasm coming up on her once more.

And he feels it, too. Mouth opening and eyebrows twisting at the way her pretty and hungry cunt clench around him. The way her body draws him in, treats him right.

Chris is an obsessed son of a bitch for that feeling, he can never seem to last all that long when it comes to his girl.

"Fucking fantastic, bunny, God-" He pants against Y/N's hot, sweaty skin, his free hand reaching down and finding the back of her thigh, pulling it up and pressing it against her own stomach, making more way for himself. "Gonna make me cum so fast, yeah? All f'you."

Y/N can only nod her head, unable to utter any words other than loud moans, a scream escaping her throat as she feels Chris' cock press into her G-spot, stroking that spongy flesh repeatedly, feeling him in places she couldn’t before until she see stars and have to physically fight the urge to cum.

"No, princess, don't hold back. Cum for me, yeah? Let me- ugh- 'lemme feel you."

And she does. The low, graveled instruction goes straight to her cunt and, even if she wants to hold a little more, she cum hard, denching his cock, his thighs, her own thighs and the whole sheets. She trembles like never before, her nails pressing into his neck, his shoulders, his back, everywhere, leaving nail trails behind, until the euphoria subsides and she goes limp, letting him use her however he wants.

"There, angel." Chris praises, large hand rubbing up and down her thighs, squeezing the warm skin. "Love the way you cum for me, y'so good at that. S’fucking heaven."

His movements increased drastically in seconds, his cock moving in and out of her swollen and red pussy repeatedly, the wet sound intensifying and echoing through the four walls, and as it increased, it also began to run out of rhythm, his instinct just chasing him own orgasm.

"Cum for me, baby. Please." Her small voice, post orgasm tone, and sounding so tired and hoarse was the snap for him.

"Fuck fuck fuck- make me cum, princ-" It was the last thing Chris could say before his words became incoherent and accompanied by moans and gasps, his hand squeezing Y/N's thigh with such force that he was sure his palm would remain drawn there.

Hot, wet jets of cum flooded Y/N's insides, painting her walls like abstract art. The girl was quick to hook her free leg around Chris's hip, pushing his ass forward and against her own body so that he stopped his movements and sank in as deep as before, a small moan escaping her lips followed by one last groan from Chris.

His left arm lost its strength and his body fell onto Y/N's, squeezing her breasts against his own chest and laying his head in the crook of her neck, exhaling the scent of post-sex and sweaty perfume that emanated from her skin.

They lay there together, wrapped in each other’s arms, sweaty bodies still connected, their chopped breaths mingling in the now quiet of the room. Y/N felt a deep sense of contentment, her heart filled with love. Chris was everything to her, and in this moment, she felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

"I love you, baby. So much." Chris pressed a gentle kiss to her jaw, his voice a soft murmur in the darkness.

"I love you much more." Y/N smiled tiredly, her chest heaving against his. "We should buy a house here." She echoed after a few minutes of silence.

Chris chuckled against her ear, shaking his head slightly, the strands of his messy brown hair spilling over the side of her face and neck with his movement.

"Anything for you, pretty girl."

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