bsf!reader gets caught in a small situation with fratboy!chris and must stop before it escalates.
he lets out another scoff โ probably the tenth tonight. he presses the ice pack down, adding a little pressure on your ankle.
you furrow your brows a little and let out a small whine. โhey, hey!โ he scoffs again, smirking as he now finds this amusing. โwhat now?โ
you reach forward, burying just the tips of your fingers under the ice pack to move it a little. โthat hurts.โ he hums, tilting his head upward to make a point. โand whose fault is that?โ
you huff, immediately accusing him to dodge the blame. โobviously, you.โ he rolls his eyes, pressing the ice pack down again. โok ok ok! me!โ
he takes the ice pack off completely, rubbing your ankle soothingly. โno one told your clumsy ass to be clumsy.โ you scoff, crossing your arms to assert yourself. โi was not being clumsy! i was just..โ
he stares at you, waiting for a point, and when you see him staring, you start to feel a little flustered. โanyways.โ you huff, changing the topic.
โuh-huh.โ he tilts his head downward as he continues to soothe the pain. โwell, thank you for this.โ you hum a bit awkwardly, lifting your feet off his lap and leaning down to put on your heels.
โare you seriously gonna be an idiot and walk like this?โ he asks, watching you stand and straighten down your skirt. โbeauty is pain.โ you murmur, trying to balance lightly.
this type of plans are always your idea, and everyone always agrees because knowing how much you like parties and living in L.A guess thereโs no bad parties, and definitely a big advantage was your pretty privilege which takes you guys to get the best table or get in faster and thatโs exactly what it got you guys to the club, your pretty privilege
you guys got to have the best spot at the club thanks to someone, a dj, a guy whoโs been on your dms for some time, and when he saw you were in the club he was going to do a session at, he didnโt hesitated a second to move his influences to get you and the group the best spot, as long as he could get a chance to talk to you
everyone was thankful about it, everyone expect one person, matt, and the view of the guy trying so hard to impress you was dead to him and also pathetic at the same time, he got you up and try to teach you how to move some stuff in the mixing table while holding your hand to help you, he would ask for your favorite songs to play them and order free drinks for all of you, that got matt completely annoyed
the night went all good for everyone except matt of course, the guy was really cool, you could tell his intention but you didnโt mind, after all, youโre still single and he wasnโt bad looking so, why not?
the group decided it was time to go home, but for you and jasmine? absolutely no, the guy told you he could find an after party in less than a minute and offered you to find a friend for jasmine so you two could stay together and he could have you for a little while, you immediately thought it was a great idea and went to find them to tell them you werenโt coming home with them
everyone was ready to leave and when you find jasmine and told her the guyโs plan she thought โ jas! the guy says he can find an after party and heโll find you a guy you can be with, and Iโll be with him โ you speak as you grabbed jasmineโs hand, Mattโs heart quickly drop directly to his stomach, that was definitely not happening, at least not when heโs presence, his face was yelling โwhat the fuckโ and he didnโt thought for a second to let you and jasmine know that he was not allowing it โ no, jas, go with chris now, and you will come with us too โ he talked you and jas in a authority tone
you both stared at matt confused, jasmine looked at you almost asking what to do, you looked back at matt and talked โ um,no? matt youโre not- โ oh he already knew what was about to come out of your mouth โ what? not your boyfriend? i know that but you also have no fucking sense of dangerโ when those words came out of Mattโs mouth, jasmine knew it was better to follow Mattโs instructions and just go home with them but she also knew you were the stubbornness person alive, so she did the smartest thing, step aside
โ what danger matt? youโre being so dramatic, damn โ you rolled your eyes, thatโs one of the things it annoyed matt the most, but he was still not taking the โnoโ as an answer, he turned around and more calmly talked to jasmine โ take the keys and give them to chris, tell him to start the car while I talk to her, aight? โ she looked between you and Matt before agreeing and getting out of the club on her way to find chris and the rest of the group, matt sighed and roamed his hand over his face trying to keep calm, but when he turned back to look at you and seeing you walking away to go back with that wack ass dj, he swore he was about to just throw you over his shoulder and drag you out if needed
โ where the fuck are you going? โ he asked frustrated as he gently grabbed your wrist โ obviously to do whatever the fuck I want โ your answer being sassy as always, you turned around to keep walking but matt pulled you back to him, and he was going to use the last thing he wanted to do but he had no other option โ you want a kiss? hm?โฆ Iโll give you a kiss, and all you have to do is come home with me, sounds easy ,ainโt it? โ his tone now soft, and that was low blow, both of you knew it, he made it harder for you and moved his hands, one to your waist and the other one up to cup your cheek as he run his thumb over your cheekbone, his face with a mix of softness a little bit of desperation
you looked up at him annoyed as you internally melted at his suggestion and touch, it gets you frustrated when you canโt do the things the way you want, itโs annoying as fuck but the offer was too good to be rejected โ cโmon, you stay with me and Iโll give you a kiss, then Iโll take you home and you go to sleep, itโs pretty damn easy โ he said in a muttered and breathy tone as he flickered his gaze between your eyes and lips, and when he noticed how your expression changed from annoyance to temptation, he slightly smirked knowingly it was matter of seconds to have your answer โ just nodโฆ I know you want a kiss โ thatโs exactly what got you to finally give in and very slightly nod
he nodded and leaned down to tug you closer and press a light kiss on the corner of your lips before moving his hand deeper to the back of your neck and finally kissing you, soft but at the same time with possessiveness, his hand on your waist soflty started to run his thumb up and down as he deepened the kiss
after some moments he pulled away to take a breath and leaving a small peck on your lips before licking his lips and patting your hip โ letโs go โ he muttered breathless, you smiled up at him and hummed, matt took you back from your waist and let you walk first in front of him where he can see you, as you both made your way out of the club he gently lowered his hand to your hip and tug your skirt down, you leaned your head to look at him with a smile but still confused by his action, he looked back at you and chuckled โ itโs riding up, keep walking kiddo โ you laughed too and keep your way until both were outside and spotted the group waiting for you guys
they still havenโt noticed you and matt so he decided to do one last thing before going back to pretending his nonchalance, he stopped you from keep walking and tugged youโre hair to the side, he leaned down and press a kiss between your neck and jaw โ after we drop everyone Iโll buy you some food so you go to sleep good โ he muttered before gently pushing you and letting you go
โ includes: smut, dom!chris, sub!reader, making out, dryhumping, titty playing, oral (m!receiving), unprotected sex, riding, car sex, dirty talk โ english isn't my first language.
chris is cocky and persistent, all about getting what he wants until he accidentally runs into you at a party. your sarcastic attitude, and the way you refuse to fall for his charm, is both incredibly hot and frustrating- challenging him in ways he never experienced before.
previous part. | wc; 10k
the harsh buzz of the fluorescent lights was giving you a headache, or maybe that was just the lingering stress of everything. either way, the store was quiet, only a few customers walking around and a bored cashier scrolling on his phone behind the counter, the hum of the refrigerators lining the back wall.
you padded down the narrow snack aisle, the oversized hoodie barely brushing your thighs. you were on a mission for hot cheetos and maybe some chocolate milk. it was one of those nightsโ overthinking too much, not able to sleep, bored out of your mind. you had to leave your apartment.
the last week had been crazy. since the phone call with chris, you couldn't understand why he made you feel this wayโ like your body didn't belong to you. it was constantly betraying you, reacting to chris's words and actions against your will. your fingers were replying to his messages and answering his calls late at night on their own, your mouth responding to his banter faster than you could think, and it started making you sick, 'cause he was the type of person you couldn't stand. typical player, looking down at people, acting like he's better than everyone, as if girls were nothing to him, and all he cared about was having fun.
but then again, wasn't that what you needed? to have some fun? and you definitely had it while interacting with him, even if you didn't want to admit it. you were torn between blocking him and playing along with this little game you two had. you just didn't know what to do and hopefully you'll figure it out tonight. maybe if you got some kind of signโ
you turned the corner without looking, literally slamming straight into someone with enough force to make you stumble back with a soft gasp, hot cheetos crinkling in your hand.
โshit,โ a voice muttered. deep, familiar. too familiar.
your stomach dropped. "you gotta be kidding me,โ you said before even looking up.
of course the universe had to mock you. you'd just been thinking about him and now here he was. hoodie halfway zipped, backwards cap in place, a six-pack of cheap beer dangling from one hand. when your eyes locked with his and he realized it was you, his usual smirk curled slowly onto his lips. it made you want to punch him and get down on your knees at the same time. god, you hated it.
though, chris was completely in heaven. he tried to convince you to meet up with him for the past week, but you were stubborn, even if you already made him come through the phone a few times. whenever it was listening to your voice on the call or just getting some selfie from youโ he was going crazy.
and now finally seeing you in person after almost a month? he might explode right there and then.
โwoah,โ he said slowly, taking in your legs, then your face. โso it really might be dโ"
"if you say that it's destiny again, i'm gonna cut my ears off," you interrupted him, making his grin wider.
"sassy as ever," he wets his bottom lip with his tongue, checking you out again. he wonders how can you look so fine without ever trying. "you look good," he adds.
you wish he didn't say that.
"thanks. glad my pajama shorts and old hoodie can make you hard." you reply with a hint of sarcasm, taking a step to the side to pass by him, but he mirrored it, blocking your path just to be annoying. not touching, but close enough for you to feel his cologne. you got deja vu.
"who said m'hard?"
you arched an eyebrow, glancing down at his lap and then back up, causing a shiver go down his spine. he mutters, "naughty girl, you only think 'bout one thing, huh? who's the freak here?"
"you are," you said, stepping to the other side, but he did the same. "you're in my way."
โyou ran into me.โ
โ'cause you were standing like an idiot in the middle of the aisle.โ
chris smirked, eyes dropping briefly to your thighs again, "not complainin'.โ rolling your eyes, you glanced at him again, catching the way he was just shamelessly looking you up and down. you knew that he knows exactly what he's doing. your stomach twisted and heat crept up your neck, hating him for causing it, for the flutter in your chest.
you crossed your arms like that would hold you together, fingers tightening around your hot cheetos. "stop it," you snapped, trying to keep yourself in check. chris looked back up, his gaze deepening, the corner of his mouth twitching. "stop what?"
"stop staring, dumbass." you muttered through clenched teeth. "what are you even doing here?"
his eyebrow shot up. "what am i doing here? what 'bout you? ya followed me to my grocery store?โ he teased, tilted his head. โthat's kinda obsessive, donโcha think?โ
you gave him an unimpressed look. โyour grocery store? what, you own aisle seven now?โ
"i might,โ he said, glancing at the shelves. โfeels like my territory.โ
you gave him a glare, arching a perfectly judgmental eyebrow, only to see the smirk on his face growing bigger. "you live 'round here?" he asks when you move past him, spotting your favorite cookies on the top shelf nearby. his eyes were drawn to your every move, his feet quick to follow too.
"why? you planning a break in?" you tiptoed, fingers stretching as far as they could go, but the box of your cookies remained frustratingly out of reach.
"maybe,โ he said, the corner of his mouth twitching when he sees you struggling. "depends how good your alarm system is.โ
you pressed your lips together, biting back a smile, refusing to give him the satisfaction. "so? what's the plan for tonight, sweetheart?" he teases, taking a step closer without you realizing. he almost rolls his eyes at the fact you're too short to grab fucking cookies.
you let out a small huff, rocking back on your heels and squinting up at the candy like maybe glaring hard enough would make them fall into your handsโ but no.
"wouldn't you like to know."
"i would."
before you could even turn around, you felt it. the solid press of his chest against your back, letting you know he's just behind you. your breath hitches when his arm slides past you, slowly reaching for the box, letting you feel the warmth of his body. you glanced up, only to find him already staring but at you, that smug smirk tugging at his lips. but behind it, his eyes burned with something intense, like having you this close without touching was some kind of torture.
your pulse stuttered.
you clear your throat, trying to keep it together, taking the cookies from him and stepping back.
โjust felt like getting hot cheetos." you answered like nothing happened, your brain forgetting how to function, the butterflies in your stomach going ballistic.
โoh yeah?โ he asks, tilting his head, enjoying your reaction to him being too close. โi've got a party and way too much weed for one guy. you could tag along or whatever."
you stared at him, something unreadable flickering behind your lashes. you hesitated, knowing it might be fun, but also being aware how this would end. that's why you've been avoiding parties lately. even if some foolish part of you wanted to go with him, just to see what would happen this time, you shake the thought off. "tempting,โ you replied, brushing past him finally. โbut i already made plans with netflix and my vibrator.โ
chris laughed, shaking his head amused, something about the way you said it makes him more affected than he'd like to admit.
โyou gonna miss me eventually,โ he called after you, watching as you walk through the aisle without looking back. "only if youโre the last man on earth,โ you tossed back, leaving him behind. chris watches you go, still grinning like the cocky asshole he was. netflix and your vibrator. jesus christ.
he stood there for half a second, blinking like heโd just gotten slapped and kissed at the same time, then adjusted the grip on the six-pack in his hand, smirk deepening as he started following you. you were halfway down the next aisle when he caught up. "so, vibrator, huh?" he asked casually, falling into step beside you like this was totally normal. you tossed him a bored side eye. โyeah. you threatened?"
he chuckles, looking down at you. โthreatened? nah. just wonderin' what model. y'know, for science.โ he leaned in a little, voice dropping. โi mean, was it that little pink one you showed me on facetime two days ago, orโ?โ
"shut the fuck up." you spun toward him, eyes wide. โyou did not just bring that up in a public store.โ
he shamelessly continues, not caring about how loud he speaks. "you think we could use it next time m'deep inside you? y'know, like, we'd see if your pussy likes my dick or your vibrator better."
your jaw almost drops, the image slips into your head before you can stop it, making your cheeks grow hotter. him pounding into you while using a vibrator at the same time? what a freak.
what is even freakier is that you'd be into that.
before you had a chance to respond, you both heard a weird, choking sound, your eyes catching a guy a few feet away, giving you both the most bewildered, horrified look, like he'd just overheard something that will haunt him forever. without a word, he turned and walked off, clutching his shopping basket like it might protect him. chris follows your gaze and grins even more after seeing your mortified expression. "oh. my. god."
"oops."
you gave him one of your typical death glares before lightly smacking his arm. "god, chris! so embarrassing." you shake your head and pick up a carton of chocolate milk, pretending to examine the label. โi hate you."
"ow," he massaged his shoulder dramatically, though the clear amusement on his face said he didn't mind one bit. watching you worked up like this was absolutely priceless. "that's abuse, babe."
โyou're disgusting.โ
โand yet,โ he said, looking you up and down with that slow, lazy confidence, โyou still ran into me.โ
โi literally turned a corner,โ you said flatly, moving past him, heading towards the register.
he grinned, loving the way he was able to annoy you in person again. he didn't even mind being late to the party, if it meant seeing more of that pissed off look on your face, it was worth every second.
he obviously follows you. "you sure you didnโt feel me from halfway across the store and come lookin'?โ
you rolled your eyes so hard, that it was a miracle they didnโt fall out of your head. โyou're so delusional that i almost feel bad for you."
โ'n' you walkin' away from me again.โ he tilted his head, getting into your way and walking backwards now, so you could see his stupid grin. "shit hurts, sweetheart.โ
"stop calling me all of these."
โwhat 'bout sunshine?โ he offered, voice low and teasing. "'cos y'know, you a real bundle of joy."
you stopped walking, looking at him like you couldn't decide between kicking him and pulling him closer by his shirt. "i'm going to pay for my snacks, but youโ" you point your finger at him. "you're going to go to your stupid party, and get drunk with people who think pong is a sport. leave me alone and everyone will be happy." chris looked at you, your hair up, skin flushed, hoodie hanging off one shoulder like it had no business being that sexy. you hadnโt even tried and somehow that was making him even more frustrated.
"yes, ma'am."
you groaned painfully, practically losing your goddamn mind over his teasing, knowing damn well how he enjoys watching you struggle. you couldn't even blame all the girls who fell for his bullshitโ he was such a charmer.
you turned on your heel and he watched you paying for your stuff, giving you the impression that maybe he will actually back off.
once again, you forgot who you were dealing with here.
a few minutes later after leaving the store, the night air hits you like a wave as the automatic doors slid shut behind you. you exhaled, finally alone again, the plastic bag swinging from your wrist as you walk through the parking lot towards your car. you had just clicked the unlock button and put your things inside, when a voice coming from behind scared the shit out of you.
โgod, you walk fast for someone so small."
you jumped. chris was jogging toward you, breath a little short, beer still in hand, receipt flapping in the other.
โwhat the fuck, chris?โ you snapped, spinning to face him. โyou were sprinting?โ
he slowed to a walk, grin already forming. "kinda. you left before i could give you shit one last time.โ you rolled your eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm, "oh, lucky me."
chris stopped in front of you, eyes roaming over your face. "runnin' away after flirtin' with me in a snack aisle is wild."
"i wasn't flirting."
โyou said vibrator in public. that's, like, second base.โ
god.
the stare you gave him makes everything even funnier to him. โyou areโโ
โโirresistible?โ
"ridiculous. you're fucking ridiculous." you moved to open the car door, but he leaned against it casually, blocking your way with a smirk.
โi mean, you can leave,โ he said, voice low. โor you can go to the party with me."
he desperately needed to have you there, so he could hit again, 'cause the calls and messages you'd exchanged over the past few days just werenโt cutting it. it wasnโt enough to satisfy the frustration building up inside him, chris felt this restless ache, and he got bored of jerking off. no other girl could get him going as much as you could. no matter how annoying or confusing it was, it was the truth.
you huffed, "i'm not going. i got plans."
"yeah, with your vibrator, i get that." he says mockingly, making you regret the stupid sarcastic words that left your mouth. he leans closer, your heart skips a beat. "you could get the real thing though. or betterโ get both. maybe you don't miss me, but i bet your pussy does."
your mouth parted slightly, as if you were about to argue or at least say something, but then closed again, after realizing he was right. even now, you don't trust yourself to be this close to him.
before you could even begin to form a response, chris's eyes shifted over your shoulder, narrowing slightly. his expression subtly changed, so you followed his gaze, turning around. across the parking lot, halfway to the entrance, stood no one else but your ex. slouched, arms crossed, trying not to look like he was watching you and chris, but failing. your stomach dropped, not in the emotional way, but more like an eye roll from your soul.
"oh, ew." you grimaced.
why's he everywhere you go lately?
he scoffs quietly, "he wants another live pre show or what?"
the corner of your mouth twitched upwards, your eyes locking with jake's. he was still standing in the same spot, looking completely unbothered which was clearly an act. you could tell how mad he is even from the distance. you knew him too well.
"don't care," you shrugged. "i just wanna eat my hot cheetos and have some peace."
"he tryna make eye contact like a weirdo."
"he is a weirdo. and he's just trying to be all tough," you rolled your eyes. "i'm surprised he's alone and not with his little bitch that follows him around like a dog."
chris's smirk was back in place when you looked at him again. "clearly he didn't got the message last time."
"probably," you said, thinking back to the night, when you pulled chris closer and he kissed you without hesitation. jake never kissed you like this, he never make you feel wanted like this, even if he was the one you were with.
and even if this thing between you and chris was only physicalโ it still felt good, knowing that someone is obsessed with you in ways no one else ever was. you couldn't forget how quickly this whole thing went from trying to make jake understand that you two are done, to something that had nothing to do with your ex anymore. maybe that's why you couldn't bring yourself to simply tell chris to go to hell, and stop this from going any further.
the eye contact was making the air around you electric, goosebumps appearing on your skin. chris didnโt say anything, just stood there, eyes fixed on you with that same half lazy, half predatory look he always got right before saying something infuriating. he leaned just slightly closer, your breath hitches, his lips inches from yours.
he wasn't gonna miss this opportunity.
"so," his voice low and hoarse when he speaks up. "you down to give him some deja vu?"
your fingers twitched at your sides, aching to reach for him, but didn't yet. his gaze dropped from your eyes to your lips and lingered there, the tension curled around you two like a wire pulled taut. one more second and it would snap.
you swallowed hard, moving closer just barely an inch. your heart was pounding, every nerve felt like on fire, and you knew that if you kiss him, it's not gonna be to put up a show for your ex, but because you crave that. he doesn't have to know it though.
"maybe i do," you whispered, leaning in, hands finding his hoodie and pulling him down. your eyes fluttered shut, lips crashing against his, getting a respond instantly. chris hummed, tilting his head slightly, matching your rhythm. his one hand went to your hip, the other bracing against the car, boxing you in. his lips were warm and rough, all heat and familiarity, just like you remembered. your mouths moved in sync, greedy, like you both were starving for yearsโ and to be honest, it felt like it too.
he bites your bottom lip lightly and you make a small, muffled noiseโ the kind you'd never admit to making, before pulling back with a short gasp. god, the way he kisses makes your legs weak.
your eyes open, blinking, catching chris already looking, your cheeks growing hotter. he licked his lips slowly, like he was tasting the moment before giving you that usual smirk of his, clearly trying to act nonchalant, but failing.
"if you gonna kiss me like that, better don't blame me for followin' you wherever ya goin' tonight," he speaks up, voice low.
you arched an eyebrow, "kiss you like that?"
"yeah. like you wanna devour my soul."
you stand there silent for half a second before chuckling and shaking your head, the amusement clear on his face as well. putting your hand on his chest, you gently push him away, trying to put some space between you both.
devour his soul, sure.
"can say the same about you."
"maybe i do wanna devour ya." he leans closer again. "and i think you'd let me."
"really?" you raised an eyebrow, feigning shock. "you're so sure about it, huh?"
"yeah, i am." he just smirks while you try to hold back a smile.
the cool night air wraps around you, but itโs not enough to chill the heat still simmering from the kiss even if you both are joking around. chris leans against the side of your car like he owns the damn thing, grinning lazily, his hand still on your hip like heโs got no plans of moving it anytime soon. "so, you gonna pretend thatโ"
"are you seriously doing this shit again?"
a sharp, familiar voice cuts through the air, interrupting whatever chris wanted to say.
your head snaps around just to see no one else, but your ex storming toward you like he owns the parking lot, like he's entitled to some kind of explanationโ his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. you didn't think he would had the balls to come here and speak to you. clearly he's had enough of seeing you making out with another guy in front of him.
and maybe the first kiss you shared with chris a few weeks ago was to send a clear message to jake that you moved on, but now? now you kissed chris 'cause you wanted to. you felt like it.
should it be concerning?
chris straightens slightly but doesnโt move away, his fingers curl at your hip calmly, like heโs clocked the situation and is more amused than anything. he even lets out a breathy laugh through his nose, barely turning his head. "aaand there he is,โ he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.
you sigh. "oh, for fuckโs sake.โ
jake stops a few feet in front of you, face twisted in jealousy and indignation. โwhat exactly do you think youโre doing?โ the guy snaps, not even looking at chris. his eyes are locked on you like you betrayed some unwritten rule. your eyebrows shot up and you actually wanted to laugh.
and you did.
"excuse you?"
"dont play dumb. you're really trying to get back at me with him?โ
"oh, you think it's about you?"
"isn't it? it's the second time you've seen me and then you two are fucking making out with one another. like, do you even know who he is?" jake gives chris a look over. "since when you're into fratboys?"
"aw, man, y'know who i am. see, i barely even acknowledge your existence. this says a lot 'bout us, isn't it?" chris speaks up, his tone dripping with irony, making your lips twitch upwards.
"shut the fuck up, i'm not talking to you." he looks at you. "this is your revenge? still bitter i left?"
woah, he really is doing this. seriously standing here, trying to confront you like he even had the right to be jealous.
the disbelief hits you first, but it's melted quickly, replaced with annoyance. another bitter laugh leaves your lips, you could absolutely feel the pulse in your neck, your fingers clenching into fists without you realizing it.
oh, he was asking for it now.
"you have no fucking right to be acting like this right now," you snap, pointing your finger at him. "am i still bitter that you left? all i feel is actually freedom, 'cause i left. finally not bothered by your pathetic ass. you're the one who couldn't keep your dick in your pants, and it's not your business what i'm doing now, and with who."
"it will always be my business." he takes a step forward, making chris shift slightly. "like, i told you we could fix it and you didn't want to. it's not my fault that you're so fucking stubbornโ"
chris lets out a small snort, jake's glare shifting to him, sizing him up. he looks like heโs about to combust. chris just grins wider.
โthe fuck you laughing for? you think it's funny?"
"i mean, yeah, a little. what you sayin' is literally ridiculous." chris raises an eyebrow. โyou stormin' across a parking lot, like youโre 'bout to throw hands over a girl who clearly doesnโt want you. kinda peak comedy, bro.โ
โfuck you,โ jake spits.
"yeah, she gonna, so if you could be quicker with this insecure bullshit, i'd be glad." chris replies, throwing his one arm around your shoulders to piss off jake more which was working, cause his face was getting red like a tomato from anger. "look, i'd be mad too if i fumbled someone like her, but c'mon man, you cheated. you don't get to act offended now."
jake bristles, "that's none of your fucking business."
"he's spitting facts though," you add casually, shrugging. watching jake being so mad over chris, who was clearly finding this whole situation funny, was in fact really hilarious. you enjoyed it a bit too muchโ to be honest, you should've confronted jake like this a long time ago.
your ex ignores you, his eyes locked on chris's and he steps forward, jaw clenched. you raised an eyebrow. is he trying to put up a fight with chris? it was ridiculous to see, 'cause chris couldn't be more unbothered.
he looks him up and down, his smirk growing, "i'd be embarrassed if i was you. y'know, comin' here, tryna be all tough like she owns you an explanation. what do ya wanna hear? that she traded up for someone who actually makes her finish?โ
your eyes widen and let out a chuckle, not able to hold back.
โguysโ c'mon..." you cut in, still finding the situation amusing, but sensing that what chris said just might completely set off your ex.
and it does.
jake shoves chris, hard enough to make him his six pack of beer almost slip from his hand. he doesn't flinch or backs off though. โyou wanna say that again?"
"heyโ" you try to step in, but chris just hands the beer over to you, pushing you gently out of the way.
he looks at jake still amused, a low, disbelieving chuckle escaped him as he ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek. "a'ight," he muttered, "you want me to repeat, yeah?" he nods and hums, then landing a clean, solid punch square to the guyโs jaw. not really that hard, but enough to make your ex stumble back, catching himself on a nearby car, stunned.
your jaw drops.
chris shakes his hand out once and exhales, bored. "that was just for bein' a dick," he says. "not for me, 'cos trust me i couldn't give a fuck less. but you won't be acting like you're the one who got hurt. your ears fixed? you hear me now?"
you're frozen.
you were expecting some snappy comeback or maybe a push back, but not this. time literally seemed to splinter for a second, adrenaline buzzing in your fingertips, breath caught halfway in your throat. a part of you was definitely in shock, but underneath it, was something elseโ a deep, burning satisfaction.
you hadnโt even known you needed it, until you saw it happen. your ex finally being ripped out of whatever reality he thought he owned? hilarious.
and chris... he literally just stands there, his lip curled into a half-grin that bordered on arrogant. did he just kind of defend you somehow?
karma finally threw a punch and you didnโt even have to lift a finger.
jake wipes his mouth, still not coming back with anything smart, but slowly straightening up. you decided to land something harder than the punch. "go cry to your girlfriend about it. y'know, the one you swore was a 'mistake' just to keep fucking her, and kneel to her like a pathetic puppy after i left your dumbass."
jake gives you a glare, only muttering something unintelligible and finally walking off, humiliated, shoulders tight with rage.
you watch him for a few seconds, then looking back at chris still in shock, for the first time seeing him without the filters of lust or annoyance. you were actually impressed.
your eyebrows shot up when he locks eyes with you, grabbing the beer out of your hands, clearly unbothered. nonchalant final boss.
"what?" he asks. "stop lookin' at me like that, shit freaks me out."
"i didn't need you to defend me."
chris scoffs, rolling his eyes. "stop being dramatic, i wasn't defendin' anyone. his face just needed a little fixin'."
you smile, amused despite yourself. "oh my god," you shake your head. "you're crazy."
"yeah," he smirks, leaning in. "you like that?"
something twisted low in your stomach, the way he looked and what he said was honestly kind of hot, causing your pussy to clench around nothing.
get. a . grip.
"you wish," you mumbled, playfully pushing him away. he backs off with his smirk wider, arms raised in surrender. the air is lighter now, even if your heart still thuds with leftover adrenaline. your eyes drifted to his hand, the skin across his knuckles slightly red. he notices your gaze, looking down at his hand and back at you. he raised an eyebrow, giving you a small shrug and stuffing his hand casually into his pocket. "didn't even hit that hard."
you look at him in disbelief, "he looked like he literally saw stars and you tell me you didn't hit that hard?"
"yeah, should've punched him harder, but i thought i'd leave the honor to you for another occasion."
"wow, so thoughtful of you, thanks." you rolled your eyes, even though you weren't able to hold back a smile again.
"no problem."
"if i hit him, i probably wouldn't have stopped at one." chris smirks, "yeah, figured. that's why i did it f'you. controlled damage."
"i mean, you didn't have to get involved, but that's nice, i guess." you keep the tone sarcastic, "i might tolerate you a little more."
"fuck, if i knew that punching your ex would get you to finally stop being annoyed with me, then i'd do it the first time i saw him."
"no, you wouldn't." chris raises an eyebrow at your response. "we were quite busy back then," you add.
lately, you wondered who the fuck was even saying and doing all those things, 'cause it for sure wasn't you.
his mouth tugged up in that annoyingly confident way, like he couldn't believe his ears. "i think i might have too much of an influence on ya."
"i think you're right."
you clear your throat, trying to wash that goddamn grin off your face, your hand finding the car door and opening it.
"still time to make it to that party, y'know." he speaks, not wanting you to leave, 'cause he knows that then he won't see you again so soon. and he really hopes for more tonight or he'll go insane.
you look at him, resting your hand at the top of your car. "i'm not gonna go, chris."
"what 'bout somewhere else? you were plannin' to go home orโ?"
you're torn between lying and telling him. you could easily blow him off, it's not like he'll push himself into your car, he wasn't that crazy, but why not take him with you? or at least mention what your plans were for tonight? he'll probably prefer to go to the party anyway, when he hears that you weren't planning on doing anything interesting. besides, you know that he only wants one thing todayโ and you couldn't blame him, 'cause you yourself could barely hold back, especially after what he did a few minutes ago. it made him ten times hotter.
chill.
"nope, was gonna drive around and then eventually chill somewhere," you finally reply. "nothing fun."
"i mean, we can always make it fun," he winks at you, almost getting an eye roll in response.
"freak."
"am i gonna get invited or what?" he tilts his head teasingly, wanting to hear you say it. now you rolled your eyes. "do you have to? bet you'd somehow end up at the place im gonna go anyway. stalker."
"you're the stalker here, always runnin' into me."
"not always."
"often."
"only two times. and you runned into me."
his grin widens. "whatever ya say, ma."
you felt heat pool low in your belly, your pulse kicked up. you try to look annoyed when you say, "you can come, i guess."
he was already making his way to the other side of the car. "i heard that once from you before." he opened the passenger door and slid inside, closing it behind and leaving you in disbelief. a flush spread across your cheeks before you could stop it, the memory of you making chris come on the call still printed in your head. then it happened two or three more times, but he was more in control. you still remember that whimper. is it time to tease him about it?? two can play this game and he happens to forget it.
you got inside, closing the door and buckling your seatbelt. you looked over at him, seeing his smug expression as he puts the beer to the backseat, letting his hand brush against your arm. sickening.
the engine purred to life as you shifted into reverse, chris watching from the passenger seat as you pulled out of the parking lot, adjusting the volume on your crappy bluetooth speaker.
"speakin' about that call," you glance over at him, the city thinning out into quiet stretches of road as you drive. "when you saidโ what was it again?โ
he sat up a little straighter. โno.โ
โwait, let me get it right. something like, โplease, keep talking and help me cum.โ or how i called you a good boy and you loved it."
chris groaned and slid down in the seat, like he was trying to disappear. โnah, absolutely not. that conversation is legally sealed and burned.โ
you had to bite your lip to hold back a laugh. โcome on, it was so sincere. you begged.โ
โi was definitely on somethin'," he lies.
โyou were stone cold sober.โ
โi was emotionally compromised.โ
โjust horny.โ
"same thing."
you burst out laughing, gripping the steering wheel with both hands to keep from swerving.
chris glares at you, but the corners of his mouth are twitching. "didn't i tell you not to bring that up again?"
"maybe," you shrugged, unbothered. his tongue clicks against his teeth as he tries to play it cool, even if he was just slightly embarrassed, 'cause no girl ever made him do any of this before. he just couldn't stand the fact that he wasn't able to get off without your help, which made him really desperateโ he still is needy, wanting to feel your pussy around him again, and he has a good feeling about tonight. "i wasn't beggin', by the way."
"sure you were."
"don't be a smartass," he replies, his voice lower. "we both know i can have you cryin' and beggin' in twenty seconds."
"twenty seconds is solid, if you ask me." you said sarcastically, trying to keep your thoughts in check, even if your thighs subtly pressed together. he smirks, his eyes never leaving your side profile. "yeah, we wanna check that?"
you pushed out your bottom lip a little, shaking your head. "nope."
"that's what i thought."
"you're such an asshole."
"takes one to fuck one."
you glare at him, just to meet with his smug expression. chris adjusts his backwards hat, leaning his head back as he watches you drive. pretty hot sight, if he's being honest.
you two fall silent for a few moments, before you decide to ask. "so,โ you start, looking forward at the road, โyou always punch ex boyfriends for the girl's you sleep with or what?"
beneath the sarcasm, there was a real question out of curiosity.
"yeah, m'walkin' around, asking which one of 'em has an idiot ex, and then i find him and kick his ass," he replies playfully. then he adds, "didn't hit him 'cos i like you or some shit, if that's what you think."
"i didn't think that," you lie. he just smirks, "for sure. just say that's what you want."
"what?" you glanced at him again, before focusing on the road. "want you to like me?"
he hums, "mhmm."
you grimaced, "ew, don't ever say it again. i'd actually rather eat glass."
"good," he replies, still not looking away from you. "means we on the same page."
his gaze drifts to the window, trying to guess where you're taking him, but the road signs meant nothing. you'd left the familiar parts of town behind at least ten minutes ago, and you hadnโt said a word about directions. he shifted in the seat, peering out at the empty suburban sprawl slipping past the windows. "so," he spoke again. "where are you kidnappin' me?"
your eyebrows shot up. "i'm not kidnapping you."
"really? i was hoping you would," he replies sarcastically. the corner of your mouth twitched upward, "no, you'd be way too loud." chris snorted, "you tellin' me that i'd be way too loud? did you forget how loud you were when iโ"
"one more word and i'll leave you here." you cut him off mid sentence, feeling your stomach twisting at the memory. you take a sharp right, tires crunching over a gravel path lined with trees.
chris blinked, looking at you again. "okay, gonna leave it for later. and thatโs not a real road, by the way. shit's gettin' creepy."
โaww, you scared?"
he scoffs, "don't have enough reasons yet."
"yet," you repeat, smiling.
the car finally rolled to a stop around ten minutes later, parked in front of an empty field, edged by a half collapsed chain link fence. a wide, curved concrete bowl was off in the distance.
"a fuckin' skatepark?" he raises an eyebrow, unbuckling the seatbelt and leaving the car after you do.
"yup, found it recently. i can hate everyone in peace here."
"okay, emo."
you just rolled your eyes. chris follows you, the distant city lights blinking through the trees, the wind slightly messing with your hair. you climbed up to the edge of the concrete bowl and sat down, legs dangling. chris joins you, obviously sitting a little too close.
you hear the sound of a can opening, your eyes moving to chris, just to see him taking a big sip of the beer he bought. you didn't even notice him taking it from the car.
"what?" he asks, catching your gaze. "didn't grab one f'you 'cos you drive."
"you're being responsible? wow," you raised an eyebrow.
"m'not as stupid as you think."
"you don't know what i think."
"so you do think somethin'."
"i never said that."
"didn't need to," he smirks. "i know you gotta think a lot 'bout that one night."
"the one i called you aโ"
"no," he interrupts immediately, your amusement back in place. he really tries to remove this from his memory. "the one when i fucked you so good that you spilled my pepsi."
"what's with that pepsi obsession, by the way?" you ask.
he shrugs, "it's delish."
"delish? you're gay."
"shut the fuck up, i spend too much time with nick."
"i'm sure he doesn't use that word."
"okay, can i live? jesus." he lets out a huff, pretending to be annoyed, but thereโs a sparkle in his eyes, and that damn smirk not leaving his face.
you lied down on the cold concrete, biting on your bottom lip. chris was pretty funny and this started to bother you. if he was horrible and boring, you wouldn't even be here with him in the first place.
he takes another sip of the beer, glancing over at you and raising an eyebrow, but not saying anything. he slouched back as well, spreading his legs, his hand behind him.
you looked at him for a second. and then another.
god, he was such a guy. like, every dumbass fratboy stereotype who you never liked before, always thinking that they're all so shallow, but now there you are, sitting here with the king of the frat.
you watch the way his jaw clenches when he takes a sip, his adam's apple bobbed as he swallows. his jawline was stupidly defined, and he has this one small mole right along it that was annoyingly hot. the kind of detail you only see when you're too close or pay too much attention. his hair stuck out from under his backwards hat, in messy little curls at the nape of his neck, a little too long and boyish for someone, who walked around like he owned every room he stepped into. you hate that you notice things like that.
"shit, don't tell me you fallin' in love, 'cos that's when the fun always ends." his voice bring you back to reality and you realize he caught you staring. damn it.
you scoffed, now looking at the sky and starting to count stars you couldnt care less about. "with the idea of choking you, maybe."
"how many more kinks you got?" he asks sarcastically, voice all lazy and smug. you glare at him, quickly realizing it was a bad idea, when something twisted low in your stomach. that stupid smirk. he was so cocky and infuriating, yet it was so fun and easy to talk to him. "i wont tell you. we don't want you to fantasize about me more than you already are." you reply, looking back at the sky.
"too late."
he puts the beer down, shifting closer to you until his face was hovering right over yours, blocking your view of the night, one arm lazily holding him up. the air between you thickened, his breath warm near your cheek.
"you're in my space," you said. "you like it," he mutters, voice low and teasing. your eyes shift to his. "y'know... don't have to pretend to be all mysterious with the stars, when i'm way more interesting."
you raised an eyebrow, your pulse quickening when his gaze flickered down to your mouth. "proof?"
god, the way you were challenging him in ways no one else ever did.
his lips crashed into yours with a force that made you softly gasp, not in a surprise, but because it was so fucking obvious this was inevitable.
you pulled him even closer by the front of his shirt, returning the kiss as your hand slid up to the back of his neck. he leans over you, settling between your legs, his body pressing against yours, not all the way, but just enough to make you want more. his hand moved, brushing against your waist where your hoodie had ridden up, his thumb traced a line just above the waistband of your shorts. not rushing, but teasing, even if he was impatient as hell.
you hummed in response, deepening the kiss, your tongue sliding past his lips, tangling with his. you felt how his hand started sliding up under your hoodie, your skin warm and tense beneath his palm. a low groan leaves him when he finds out that you're not wearing a bra.
you playfully bite his bottom lip when his thumb brushes against yours nipple, sending shivers down your spine immediately. he smirks in response, his mouth leaving yours, moving down your jaw instead, nipping at your neck. you knocked his hat off, hand sliding into his hair and tugging on it, causing him to groan again, which you felt deep in your stomach. your body was betraying you again, arching into him and his touch. he spreads your legs with his body, his growing bulge pressing against your core as he lowers his head, letting you think for a moment that he's finally gonna give some attention to your pussy, but noโ his head disappears under the soft fabric of your big hoodie, lips teasingly brushing along your skin. you raised an eyebrow, amusement written all over your face. "what're you doing?"
"hm?" he hums against your stomach, hot kisses dragging up your chest, your breath catching with each one. if someone saw you both, it'd look ridiculous, but at least you were still covered. "nothin'," he adds.
"doesn't look like nothingโ oh!"
he groans, noticing you're not wearing a bra, and his lips attack your hardening nipple immediately, making you gasp softly.
all those weeks, every single night he spent replaying your last time together, every fucking moment heโd imagined having you again, it all had built up into something sharp and heavy in his chest. now that he finally had you under him again, he felt like he was going to explode, but he was dragging it out, teasing you until you felt as desperate as he had been.
he couldn't get off with anyone else, or without hearing and seeing you, so now with his lips on your skin, he was barely holding back, just enough to drive you crazy first. you weren't fighting it, having to admit that you thought a lot about that party. the way he made you feel like you were burning from the inside out, making you completely spent and hitting spots no one ever did. so with his hands beneath your hoodie, and his tongue flicking over your nipples, all you did was exhale and let him keep going.
his face buried between your boobs as he kisses, licks and bites softly, his free hand playing with your other breast, while the other one traces patterns on your inner thigh, close to your clothed pussy. you start getting more responsive as he switches between your nipples, your hips starting to shift slightly under him. he smirks against your skin, starting to move his lips down your stomach slowly, until he pulls his head out from under your hoodie, his breath just a little uneven, lips pink, hair a complete messโ sticking up in all directions, making him look even more delicious.
"no bra, huh?" his tone low. he licks his lips, "makes me wonder... got nothin' under those tiny shorts too?"
a shiver goes straight to your pussy.
you shrug nonchalantly even if you were anything but.
"check."
he wanted that kind of answer. he grins, knowing that you're already pretty damn desperate if you're getting submissive. he leans in, catching your mouth again with his in a kiss that felt hungrier now.
you respond immediately, deepening it. he moves, quiding you with him as he leaned back on the concrete, pulling you effortlessly on top of him, his hands resting on your ass now. your legs shifted instinctively, knees bracketing his thighs. heat crawled up your spine when he made you press against the bulge in his pants, getting a small whine from you. the ache between your thighs was too strong to ignore now.
you were getting in fact really frustrated.
chris groans into the kiss when he urges you to start grinding against him, the feeling of your warm pussy against his hard cock through your clothes is driving him crazy. your shorts started clinging to you, sticky and damp, and he could feel it with each movement of your hips. he smirked against your mouth, pulling back slightly, his hands gripping your ass tighter, guiding you in rhythm against his hardness. "you gettin' so... fuckin'โ wet...โ"
your stomach flipped, still rocking your hips in a way that makes you both moan. "shit," you mutter, slowly straightening up, thighs tight around him. one hand grips the front of his shirt, fingers curling in the fabric like you needed it just to stay upright. your eyes slightly unfocused, the pleasure overwhemling, but still locked on his. you already looked wrecked and somehow it makes you even hotter to him.
but chris in this angle, god. eyes half lidded, jaw clenched like he was holding back some noises, brows furrowed. he looked too good and the way he stared at you makes heat pulse down in your stomach.
"you look so fuckin' hot on me right now," he says, voice hoarse with lust. "but if we keep goin' m'gonna cum."
you bite back a smile, now moving your hips in circles, his cock brushing against your clit perfectly. "thought that's what you wanted."
"i mean, yeah, but not in my pants. that's fuckin' embarassing." his hands moved to your hips, urging you to stop moving. "would rather your mouth much more."
oh.
before you could reply, you heard wheels scrape pavement and it makes you snap back into reality, reminding you where you both even are.
"chris, we're in publicโ"
he scoffed, "no shit." he keeps looking at you, his chest raising and falling rapidly. "dry fuckin' me just two seconds ago and suddenly now remembering where we are?"
"god forbid a girl gets distracted," you roll your eyes, making him smirk.
he slowly sits up, keeping you close and still on him. he looks around, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. "i mean, ya ever did it in a car?"
you weren't strong enough to not agree to this idea.
few second later, the car door slams shut behind you both, cutting off the outside noise like a switch. chris gets comfortable on the backseat, already pushing his jeans down while you slid down between his spread legs. the cramped space barely was giving you space, but you didn't care.
"y'know," he starts as you look up at him, hands moving to his boxers and pulling them down with his help. his dick splits out, already leaking precum. "had a lot of girls on their knees f'me like this, but you look the hottest."
you raised an eyebrow, the corners of your mouth twitching updward. "is this what you tell all of them?" you ask, wrapping your hand around the base and sticking your tongue out to lick the head slowly, collecting the clear liquid there. his hand comes down to the back of your head, not pushing, but letting you know he's still in control.
"nah," he replies, biting on his bottom lip to suppress a sound when you take him into your mouth. "but my dick likes seein' you like this the most for some reason."
heat flashes through you like a jolt, settling low in your belly. after hearing that, you double your efforts, wanting to make sure that what he said was true. you hollowed your cheeks, bobbing your head and taking him deeper until he hits the back of your throat, making you gag. "fuckโ just like that... you can take itโ you wanted this so now take it."
you hum around him which is enough to make his hips jerk slightly. you pull back for a split second, saliva connecting your lips to his tip, before you give him a kitty lick. "don't stop," he mutters, tilting his head back against the seat as you take all of him again, watching his reactions.
after thinking about this exact situation for past weeks, chris felt like in heaven right now, finally getting what he craved and what no one else could give him lately. there was only one thing he needed more in that momentโ your pussy.
he groans, his breath starts to stutter as you keep going, now faster, lips stretching around him. if he could, he would take a picture. "look at you. mouth full of me, tearin' up and gaggin' on my cock."
you let out a soft, muffled sound around him, your things squeezing together involuntarily. he smirks, gripping your hair tighter. "yeah," he mutters, voice a little lower as he begins to struggle. "i knew you like being talked to like that."
by the way your pussy was literally pulsing with need, it was clear that you did like that.
his breath was ragged, every time your mouth moved on him, every flick of your tongue, the way you looked at him while sucking him off, it was all pushing him closer to the edge. it was incredible, finally being able to feel this again, knowing that he'll get the release he craves from you.
he exhales deeply, fingers clenching in your hair, not to guide but stop you. "a'ight, fuck. i can'tโ" he pulls your head back firmly, his dick sliping out of your mouth with a pop. "what?" you blink, lips swollen. chris grips your wrist, pulling you up. "get over here," he says, voice rough. "need to be inside you right now."
he was supposed to make you wait more for it, but he couldn't torture himself like this, especially that he was struggling to come without you so bad.
you smirked, pulling your shorts down and as he thoughtโ no underwear. he licks his lips unconsciously as you straddle him, exposing your glistening cunt to his gaze. "so, no panties, huh?" he drags the tip of his cock along your folds, making you whimper. "fuck, that's hot. you always walkin' around like that?"
"m-maybe," you stutter when he puts the tip in, getting a soft gasp from you. "you'll never know."
chris lets out a low groan, feeling your tight walls stretching around him inch by inch. this was what he needed. weeks of frustration, of bullshit that didn't work, and now he has you wrapped around him again, and it's like his whole body remembers how to feel again.
"it's like you knew you'd bump into me, not havin' anythin' under that little outfit," he mutters, watching as your pussy swallows his dick completely, until your ass hits his thighs. you felt full. "yeah, 'cause i thought, lemme not wear anything so maybe if i randomly see chris then we'll fuck in my car." you reply sarcastically, gripping his shoulders for support. he grins amused, hands sliding to your hips as he starts guiding your movements. "that's exactly what i thought," he says.
chris thrusts up into you, dragging a choked moan from your throat as he perfectly hits that sweet spot inside of you. "feel that?" he asks, removing your hoodie in one swift motion and exposing your tits to his hungry gaze. "that's what you've been makin' me think 'bout for the past weeks."
you whimper, fingers clutching at his hoodie, head falling back as the pressure builds too fast and too strong. his hands move to your ass, helping you bounce and meeting his thrusts. "yeah, this what you needed, hm?" he mutters, leaning in to press some kisses on your neck. you bite down on your bottom lip, nails digging into his shoulder as he rocks up into you again, making your head spin. "mhm, fuckโ" you moan, hand moving to the back of his head, gripping his hair.
"i know i did," he sucks on your skin, marking it. "needed to feel your pussy fuckin' soaked f'me again."
"oh my god, chrisโ it feels so goodโ"
every roll of your hips matches with his hard, precised thrusts, his hands using you like he pleases. your tits bounce as you desperately try to speed up the pace, but he doesn't let you. "slower," he groans, squeezing your butt. "want you to feel every inch."
you obeyed, clenching around him, struggling to keep riding, but doing the best you could. the car around you feels too small for the sounds you both were making. the sharp slap of skin, your pussy making squelching noises everytime you slid up and down his cock, the windows had long since fogged up, trapping the heat.
"fuck, you hear that?" his head tipped back as you sank down hard on him again. you whimpered, fingers curling against his chest for balance and he was instantly more feral for it. he bucks up, hitting that spot of yours deeper, his dick throbbing inside you. "doing so well f'me, pretty. keep goin'."
"i'mโ m'tryingโ oh!" you cry out, a smug grin spreads across chris's face at the sound, like it fueled him. your legs were shaking now, not just from how good it felt, but from how long you'd been moving like that. your thighs burned and every time you tried to slow down like he asked, you just ended up riding him harder, chasing that release you were barely holding back from. he felt the way your rhythm got uneven, the little whimpers slipping out louder, the way your hands clutched him like you were falling apart in slow motion.
"legs givin' out already?โ he asked mockingly, his cheeks flushed from effort. "can't take it anymore, huh? you poor thing."
you opened your mouth to argue and say something sharp, but it came out as a gasp, when he suddenly stilled you completely, hands tight around your hips again. he shifts, lifting you up just enough to slide himself out, dragging a broken sound from your throat as you clench around nothing. "lemme fuck you properly then."
"chris...."you breathed, voice wrecked.
"yeah, feelin' a lil' empty now? missin' my dick already?" he smirks, guiding you down onto the seat, making you lie back and spread your legs. your pussy dripping with juices, making his cock twitch at the sight. he hovers above you, lining himself back up, but not pushing in yet. "ask nicely," he looks down at you.
your eyes narrow at him, ready to talk back, but when he starts rubbing the tip of his dick against your clit, that's when you completely lose your mind.
"ohโ please.... i need it, please chris..."
"need what exactly?"
"youโ mhhp, fuck!"
chris pushes back in without a warning, feeling how your pussy sucks him in, until he's buried to the hilt again. your back arches off the seat instantly, mouth falling open, a sharp moan ripping from your throat. he stays still for a moment, smirking while watching you and then he starts moving, deep and slow, like he wanted you to feel it for days. your legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, trying to pull him closer.
"jesusโ shit, right...โ there...โ"
chris's face contorts with intense pleasure as he starts pounding into you, not being able to keep the slow pace, your breasts bouncing with impact. he reaches down, grabbing one of your legs and hooking it over his shoulder to go even deeper. his balls slap against your ass with each powerful thrust. "thaaat's it, take my dick... fuck, you're so tightโ" he groans.
your hands clawed at his shoulders, nails dragging down his back even through his hoodie. the combination of his dick hitting perfectly your g-spot, his words and just chris in general, it all makes your toes curl as your orgasm starts building up. you were shaking beneath him, chest raising and falling rapidly, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.
"you close, huh? can... can feel it, y'knowโ"
you whimper in response, gripping him like you might fall apart otherwise. you try to hold it, try to breathe through the tension building up in your stomach, but he didn't let up. "chris, i... fuck, i can'tโ please...."
his thumb finds your clit and when he starts rubbing it, adding to the stimulation, that's when you lose it.
"f-fuck, i'm... oh shitโ" you gasp, walls clenching tight around his dick.
"c'mon gorgeous, give it to me."
your whole body seizes, legs trembling, moan breaking free from you. chris watches how your orgasm crashes over you, your cunt gripping him like a vice. he hisses through his teeth, your walls milking him perfectly.
you're a moaning mess, pulsing around him, barely able to think. he doesn't stop, now moving even more erratic, like his desire had taken over, chasing his own release. every thrust sends a fresh jolt through you, eyes barely open and breath shallow.
"chris..." you whine, getting overstimulated.
"i know, ma." he breathes out. "gonna come inside you."
"please," you whimper.
he slams in one last time, his hips twitching, breath catching in his throat. the pressure and frustration of weeks without your pussy, all of it breaking loose at once. he groans, painting your inner walls white as he comes hard, filling you up.
you both stay still for a moment, the only sounds left were your breaths, heavy and tangled, lingering in the thick air of the car. you shifted slightly, coming down from the high, leg still wrapped around his hip, the other one on his shoulder. he hisses at the sensitivity.
"already sore?" you teased, breathless.
he raises an eyebrow, "ya think m'done only 'cos i came once?" he grins lazily, "the night's long, sweetheart."
a/n: i wrote half of it at night while literally falling asleep so if there's any mistakes or something doesn't make sense, y'all know why ๐ญ
โถ๏ธ แแ||แ BREAK FROM TORONTO , PARTYNEXTDOOR
chris sturniolo!bf x f!reader
WARNINGS : smut, phone sex, FaceTime, tapping it on the screen, established relationship, lots of dirty talk, mutual masturbation, mentions of breeding! mentions of spitting (in mouth) usage of โslutโ
IN WHICH.. after a rough day and missing Chris while heโs away, What starts as playful teasing to cheer you up, quickly turns intense. Chris guides you through the heat of the moment, making the distance between you feel like nothing.
Any day without Chris' arms around you late at night felt like something was missing, similar to the last piece to a nearly finished puzzle, the one that had made everything click into place.
You'd gotten used to his warmth, the way his body seemed to fit against yours so perfectly, the steady beat of his heart slowly lulling you to sleep every night without fail. Being in his arms made you feel safe, loved, and wanted. With each breath, each beat of his heart, you felt your mind grow quiet and your body relax, as if each hum of his heart was him whispering "i love you' over and over.
You knew him going on this brand deal trip had been a good idea for the channel, and you knew that it had already been planned months in advance, but missing him was hard, and missing him was painful. It was only supposed to be a few days now, but each one seemed to drag on longer than the last and it made you relentlessly question if the clock was against you, if time moved slower than it actually did.
Just the night before he had left, his arms had been curled around you and you had been resting on top of his chest, his fingers combing through your hair. Everything had been perfect, everything had felt complete. But tonight, you were alone, and it felt like the quiet of the room echoed louder than it should.
Your day at work had been a full-on nightmareโendless tasks, long hours, all of it seemed to last forever. Every email you had sent felt as if it was another weight added onto your shoulders, and every conversation felt like it had drained every ounce of energy from you. Even now, the fluorescent lights of the office still lingered in your eyes, making your head throb with a dull ache.
Usually, you would come home to Chris, the soft sound of his voice greeting you, followed by his arms pulling you into a warm embrace. He would hold you close, put on a random film and snuggle into you, his hands always wandering to your thighs. He would rub his palms on them, cursing at how soft your skin was while smiling at you, and with that, he would lean in to kiss your forehead as you would drift off.
But tonight was different. The apartment was cold without him, the sheets of your shared bed empty and frigid.
With a sigh, you pick up your phone, swiping up to enter your password.
Your thumb hovers over Chris' name in your contacts; needing to hear his voice, needing him to somehow fill the empty space in your chest, the same emptiness lingering throughout the entire apartment.
Without thinking too much, you press call.
The phone rings only twice before Chris picks up and upon the first word he speaks, you can hear the smile in his voice, immediately warm and familiar.
"Hey, sweetheart, wasn't expecting you to call so early, what's up?"
Sinking into your bed, you let out a heavy sigh, letting your gaze drift upward to the ceiling fan, its quiet hum the only other noise in your quiet apartment.
"Hey," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, the word catching in your throat. You clear your throat, trying to dislodge the lump that's formed there, and continue, "I needed to hear your voice, I miss you."
As the words leave your lips, you feel a slight tremble in your voice, something that your boyfriend, Chris would never dare to let slide.
There's a pause on the other end, and when he speaks again, his tone is softer, full of concern. "I miss you too, you alright, baby?"
You nod, even though he canโt see it, your eyes fluttering shut as you take in his warm voice. "Justโฆ itโs been a rough day," you admit, curling into your blanket. "I canโt stop thinking about you, Chris. Itโs so hard without you here."
You hear him chuckle from the other side of the phone, his voice still soft and concerned, "I wish I could be there with you right now. You know Iโd make it all better, right?"
"I know," you murmur, your lips pursing. "I just miss everything about you. I miss your arms around me, I miss your smell."
He lets out a light, teasing laugh, cutting out slightly over the phone as he inhales afterward. "My smell, huh? Really, ma? You miss the way I smell?" He chuckles his laugh sweet, "You sure itโs not just my cologne youโre missing?"
You shake your head as he talks, sitting up and propping your back against your headboard, a smile finding its way onto your face. "No," you say pausing as you try to sound serious, "It's you. It's just you."
You smile as Chris lets out another laugh, his voice playful, "Well, well, arenโt you the romantic." He pauses, letting out another soft giggle. "You must really be going crazy without me, huh? Canโt even sleep without my scent on your pillow."
Without thinking you laugh, slapping your hand down onto your comforter as you giggle, "Shut up, it's not funny!"
"Itโs a little funny," he teases, his voice husky. "There's that laugh I love," he murmurs.
His words settle in your chest, and a warmth spreading through you. "Youโre ridiculous," the smile tugging at your lips as you talk. "But I missed you, I missed you so much."
"I know, baby, I miss you too," he murmurs, chuckling. "Maybe I should become a therapist, I should start charging you for daily sessions with how fast I brought that smile back."
You roll your eyes as you let out another small laugh, raising an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What's the payment plan like? Not sure I can afford daily, maybe weekly."
"Depends," Chris pauses and there's a silence on the other end of the phone.
After a few seconds, a low chuckle leaves his lips. "You offering cash, or are we talking.. other forms of payment?"
You smile, licking your lips and leaning your head back to rest against the headboard. "Wow, so nasty of you to be talking like this when your brothers are god knows where."
You hear rustling for a moment over the phone before you hear Chris chuckle again, the sound absolutely adorable. "I may be a little dirty, but I'm still a gentleman," He whispers, his voice like velvet even despite the crackles of the air in the background as he speaks.
You can almost hear the heat in his voice and it burns you even through all of the distance, leaving tingles on your body as he continues, "Matt and Nick went out, some stupid costume store for a video idea. They're going to be gone for a while, and I have to admit, I'm kind of glad."
His voice drops to a low, husky tone, sending shivers down your spine. "I was thinking about you baby, and I couldn't focus on anything else."
You feel a warm blush rise to your cheeks as you hear his words through the phone, your pulse beating faster, so loud you can nearly hear it through your ears. "What were you thinking about?" You ask curiously, soft grin reaches your face and your hands begin to toy with themselves as you lay the phone on your lap to listen.
"I was thinking about how your breath hitches when I do that thing with my tongue, and how your fingers would dig into my back when I do that thing with my hands."
"How your back arches when I fuck you," He pauses, his voice exasperated. "When I tell you to keep looking me in the eyes while you take my cock in that dripping pussy of yours."
His words leave you breathless and full of desire. You can feel your face burning with heat, your nipples hardening against the fabric of your top with every word he speaks, as if his words are urging you to want him even more than you already do.
"Chris..." You whisper, his name barely audible over the sound of your own ragged breathing.
"Yeah, baby?"
"I want you," you finally manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want you so bad, Chris."
"I want you, let me see you, baby," You hear him lick his lips, his breathing just as loud as yours. Turn on your camera, can I see your pretty face?"
You smile, pressing the familiar FaceTime button, and as the camera flickers to life, you adjust yourself to fit in frame, the soft light from your room casting a glow over your features, putting them on full display for him.
Chris' camera flutters to life soon after, you see him in the corner of the screen.
The first thing you notice is his hair, tousled and messy as if he's been running his fingers through it out of habit. The soft lights of his hotel room and the sunset outside of his window catch faint golden undertones onto his skin, making him look like an absolute dream.
His jawline catches the light when he shifts slightly to look closer at you, the shadow of his stubble visible to you as a grin forms at the corners of his mouth, a grin that's just for you.
He looks absolutely perfect, in fact, you weren't even sure how a person could manage to look that good during every second of the day until you had met him.
The most amazing part? He was all yours.
His voice pulls you back to reality, warm and teasing. "See something you like, or are you just gonna keep staring, baby?"
You roll your eyes, though the blush creeping up your neck betrays you. "Oh, please," you tease. "Youโre the one who wanted to see me."
Chris leans a little closer to his screen, his piercing blue eyes sharpening as he takes you all in. His eyes travel over your frame, lingering for a moment before his lips part slightly, his voice dropping just a bit. "I mean, can you blame me? Look at you."
His eyes trail over you slowly, and then he pauses, his lips curling into a smirk. "Wait a second... Is that my shirt?"
You glance down, your fingers instinctively brushing over the soft fabric, the only thing you were wearing a side from your underwear, "What if it is?" you ask, arching a brow, trying to sound casual despite the sudden flutter of your pulse in your chest.
His laughter comes easy, warm and deep. "Youโre unbelievable," he mutters, but thereโs something softer behind his tone. "I was wondering where that went."
Relaxing a bit, Chris leans back slightly, running a hand through his hair, but his gaze never leaves you. When he speaks again his voice is soft but teasing, "You know, you wearing my shirt like that? It's not fair."
"Fair?" you repeat, tilting your head with a playful smile. "Whatโs not fair about it?"
Chris sighs, tugging at his hair,"The fact that Iโm sitting here wishing I could take it off you myself."
"Maybe if you were here, Iโd let you," you murmur, your eyes locked onto his.
"Donโt tease me like that, baby." You watch as his tongue licks around his lips, his eyes laced with desire, "You know Iโd do it in a heartbeat."
"Whoโs teasing?" you reply softly, your fingers toying with the hem of the shirt. Thereโs a moment of silence, charged with electricity, before you meet his gaze again. "What if I took it off right now?"
Chrisโs breath hitches audibly, his confidence momentarily faltering as his eyes darken. "Donโt say that if you donโt mean it," he murmurs, his voice low and rough.
Adrenaline and desire course through you as you slowly lift the hem of the shirt, just enough to tease him, right below your breasts, allowing them to peek out, just a little bit. His reaction is immediateโhis eyes are glued to the screen, his jaw falling open as he takes in the sight of you. .
"Your turn," you say softly, smiling as you tease him. Your hands reach up to rub at your tits, the hem just covering your nipples.
Within an instant, Chris shuffles slightly letting the camera fall to the side of the bed. You hear the sound of fabric sliding against his skin and a moment later, he picks up the phone resting it on top of his stomach, one of his arms behind his head as he props it up to see you rubbing your tits for him.
Suddenly, he angles the camera even further down, revealing a very obvious bulge in his boxers. His boxers are tight against his cock and you feel yourself nearly drool as the outline of his hard dick is directly on display in front of you, straining against the fabric.
You watch as his fingers trail over the waistband of his boxers, teasing you just as much as youโve been teasing him. Heโs still staring at you, waiting for your next move.
Your hands move instinctively, pulling your shirt off, your tits falling out from underneath his shirt. You reach over, letting it fall to the side of the bed as you arch your back slightly, giving him a better view, as your fingertips trail across your bare chest. His eyes seem to devour you from the screen, and you know heโs getting just as impatient as you are.
You drag your fingers down your body, feeling the slight shiver of anticipation in your fingertips. The way his eyes stay locked on you makes your pulse race faster, a part of you already craving him even more. You glance, making sure heโs watching as your hand moves lower, slipping down to rub against your thighs, just as he would if he were with you.
His breath hitches as you continue rubbing yourself, the sound of his voice a low growl in your ears, even with the static from the call.
"God, you're so fucking beautiful."
His breath is hoarse as you see his hand slide down his body, down his abs as he rubs them for you through the phone, just as you would.
"I want you to take those panties off, please baby. Let me see all of you."
His words stir something deep inside you, and without thinking twice, you push your pants down, dragging them past your thighs, over your hips. Your heart races as you make sure heโs watching, feeling the weight of his gaze as you slowly expose yourself to him, piece by piece, just like a puzzle.
His eyes glisten as he watches you take them off, his mouth open, full of drool as you open your legs for him, placing the camera directly in front of your pussy.
"God, fuck. You're so fucking wet."
His words send shivers down your spine as you feel your body heat up, the anticipation of what's to come making your heart race. You watch him on the screen, his hand still rubbing his abs, his eyes locked on the camera pointed at your pussy.
"I want you to touch yourself, show me how much you want me," he murmurs as his hands slide further down his body. He smiles, angling the camera right below his bulge as he begins to rub on his v-line.
With instinct, your right hand slides up your body slowly. Your hands slide against your thighs, your stomach, all the way up to your mouth where you silently spit into your hand.
Your hand slides back down your body, your fingertips brushing against your needy clit, so wet and so wanting.
"Wish I was there, my god.. I would spit in that beautiful mouth and make you use that to rub yourself," he murmurs. Your eyes stay trained on his and on his body as he slides his boxers down, his cock springing out from under them.
His words are like a drug to you, making you even more aroused. You moan into the phone, your breath coming in short gasps. Your eyes follow his cock as he spits onto his hand in the same way, his hand sliding to hold the base of his cock.
With a small chuckle, he positions his phone to be right below it. You can see how big he is, how thick he is. He smiles, leaning his cock forward gently to tap it directly onto the camera.
The head of his cock hits the camera with a loud thud three times, you can hear how hard he is.
"Do you like what you see, baby?" he asks, his voice low and seductive as his cock stands straight up, his fingers beginning to slowly stroke against his rigid shaft.
โDo you like it when I slap this dick on this camera for you, just like how I should be slapping it against your clit while I make you cum for me with my fingers.โ
He continues to tease you, slowly stroking his cock as he talks dirty to you. "I bet you wish you were here with me, don't you? Feeling my hot cum on your tongue."
His words cause you to rub your clit even faster, your hands diving into your wet folds as you watch him stroke himself.
He leans in closer to the camera, his cock just inches from the lens.
"Mmm, you're such a dirty girl, aren't you?"
He moans, biting on his lips as he watches you pleasure yourself to him. "You love watching me jerk off over the phone for you, don't you?"
He gives a slight thrust of his hips, his cock twitching in his hand. "I bet you'd love to taste it, wouldn't you? To have my cock in your mouth, down your throat, choking on it as I fuck your face."
You moan, murmuring yes a thousand times as you rub your puffy wet pussy for him, your breath hitching every second with just how good he makes you feel.
"Take your fingers and slide them into your wet pussy, baby," he moans out, his hand working magic on his cock as he strokes it even faster for you.
You can see so much precum, so much of his spit running down the sides of it with every stroke he makes. You can't help but wish that it was your spit, that his precum was deep down your throat, and looking at him, that's all you can think about.
You wish you could run your tongue against the shaft of his dick, you wish his hand could be replaced with yours. You wish it was your mouth he was fucking into instead of his hand, wishing that it was your pussy making him feel that divine.
He groans as he sees you slide your fingers inside of your pussy, smiling with his tongue over his teeth as he sees you begin to finger yourself.
You moan softly, arching your back as you push your fingers deeper into your wetness. You glance down at the phone, watching his eyes follow your every move. You can see the lust in his gaze, the desire to be with you right now.
"Oh fuck," he breathes, his voice thick with need. "I wish I was there with you."
The tip of his cock swells, his shaft hard and rigid, just aching for you, and his hand immediately picks up the pace on his cock as he imagines that your fingers inside of you is his cock instead, fucking you so deep.
"I want to fuck you so bad," he whispers, voice strained with desire. "I want to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock, milking me dry."
He groans, his hips thrusting forward as if he could push his cock through the screen and into you, if only it were that simple.
"I want to breed you," he whispers, his voice thick with desire as he pumps his cock with his hand, stroking it so good for you. "I want to fill your pretty pussy with my cum and make a baby with you."
โtell me you want thatโ
You gasp, your fingers only moving faster at the mention of having his cum inside of you, spilling out onto your thighs. "Oh god, yes Chris, I want you to breed me.โ you moan, slipping your fingers out of your warmth to rub at your swollen clit again in large circles.
You can hear him taking deep breaths on the other end of the line, trying to control his voice from faltering as he rapidly strokes his cock for you. "I wish I was there with you," he says again, his voice strained.
"I would cum inside you, I would cum in you and then I would finger that pussy and rub it all over that wet clit," he moans in the middle of his talking, his voice coming out as if it was meant to be a whine.
You can feel your orgasm building, your fingers moving faster and faster on your clit as you moan louder. You moan, reaching your other hand down to finger yourself at the same exact time, "Oh god, I'm going to come, Chris please come with me," you gasp, your voice breaking.
It's as if you can almost feel him with you, his hands on your thighs holding them for you as he watches you come undone.
โNo, slut. Hold it for me,โ he coos suddenly.
You gasp out exasperated, your mouth quivering as you slow down your pace, trying to hold yourself together. You want to come so bad for Chris, you want to soak your sheets and scream out his name.
But he wonโt let you.
You look at him pleadingly, he can see you so exposed so vulnerable as you look at him, pleading with your eyes.
โAw, does my baby want to cum for me?โ Chrisโ voice is soft, as he spits into his hand, his hand slimy and wet as he slides it back onto his cock, rubbing it so fast for you.
You can hear him grunt as he urges you to continue, โI didnโt tell you to slow down. Rub that pussy, now.โ
Obeying, your hands find your clit again and you rub your wetness in circles, his eyes never leaving you, moving from your cunt to your face to your tits and back again.
Your legs shake as your movements urge you closer to release, your pussy clenching, begging for his cock inside of you.
Chris nods at you, his voice whiney, โOh fuck, ma. Oh god, put your fingers back in there for me.โ
You whimper as your fingers enter you once again. Staring at his cock, you imagine that instead, itโs him entering you. Chris fucking your pussy so good, Chris in front of you pounding you into the bed.
He lets out a moan, his cock making you salivate and his noises driving you insane with how badly you crave him.
Within an instant, Chris canโt seem to hold himself anymore and instead of denying you like he loves, heโs too close to make you beg anymore.
"Come for me baby," he groans, struggling to keep his eyes open to look at you. "Come all over your pretty hands for me, yes.. God yes."
โPlease, Chris,โ you whimper, your voice pleading, desperate to come with him, โI need youโฆ I need to feel you.."
"Show me how much you need me, do it slut," he moans, stroking faster. "Show me baby, let me watch you."
Chris leans forward, his lips parted as he breathes your name, his hand still gripping the phone tightly, positioning it so he can see you, and you can see him.
You move your fingers faster, harder, needing that release more than anything else. You hear him do the same, his hand moving faster, each stroke pushing him closer to his ownrelease.
"Come on, baby," he urges, his voice a low growl. "Let go for me. I want to see you fall apart, tell me you want my come.โ
โI want you to come, Chris. Please come for me,โ you murmur as your body starts to convulse.
You feel your whole body tense with his words, your back arching as the pleasure rips through you, your hands nearly dropping the phone as you finally come for him.
You're lost in the moment, unable to think, unable to do anything but gasp for air, your hand still between your legs as your body quivers, waiting and watching for Chris to come for you.
As promised, Chris follows right behind you, his moans louder than before, and you can hear the sound of him finishing, his voice raw with release and raw with pleasure. You watch as his come drips from the tip of his cock, begging to be licked up.
On the other end of the screen, Chris collapses back onto his bed, laying fully down, his face flushed and his hair messy, his cum all over his stomach.
"Wellโฆ that was definitely worth the wait," he murmurs, his voice warm and affectionate. "God, I wish I could kiss you, baby."
You smile to yourself, your heart fluttering at his words. "I wish you could too, Chris," you whisper back, "Come back soon, I'm dying without you here."
"Just a few more days, my love. I promise." He smiles, messing with his hair as he smiles at you. "And when I get back, Iโll take you out, wherever you want to go. Maybe a fancy dinnerโฆ or," he pauses, giving you a sly grin, "we could go somewhere more fun, like an amusement park. Y'know, so I can win you a giant teddy bear."
You canโt help but laugh at the image of him winning you a stuffed animal, and you playfully roll your eyes. "An amusement park? Really?" you tease, "Youโre gonna win me a stuffed bear?"
"Yeah, absolutely. Iโll win you the biggest one, just so you can carry it around everywhere and make everyone jealous." His smile widens, a grin too big for his face. "And then, weโll ride all the roller coasters, just to make sure youโre holding onto me the whole time."
He chuckles, throwing his head back at his own remarks.
He makes a soft kiss sound as he continues,"hey, Iโm just trying to make sure you donโt fly off the ride. Somebodyโs gotta keep you safe, right?" You roll your eyes, smiling at how adorable he is.
"And I think youโd be holding onto me for more reasons than just the ride."
You raise an eyebrow, your heart racing a little as you grin back at him. "Is that so?" you tease a serious undertone to your voice. "Well, maybe Iโll just hold on tight to you then, but only if you win me that bear."
"I'm gonna win you the biggest damn bear you've ever seen."
i love my cutie endings, thank you so much for reading! sorry for any writing mistakes
