˗ˏˋ ꒰ bad habit - c.s ꒱ ˎˊ˗
ⓘ smut · pnv · uhm rough · slight sub!chris · very slight choking · +more
you and chris are arguing again — something truly stupid , something you'll definetly forget in less than an hour . maybe it’s the way he never cleans up after himself, or how he always has to throw the last comeback over his shoulder like it’s a game he’s determined to win he wouldn’t even call it an argument— just something he finds amusing, watching you all adorably pout behind that fragile shield of anger, the kind that makes him want to kiss it away.
you're on top of him, panties pushed aside, his cock deep inside you, getting dragged against your gummy walls as you pull back and slam and push deeper again— heat slicks your inner thighs, and chris can only stare down at where his cock disappears into you. you haul yourself up, then slam back down with no hesitation. you're not being gentle, you don't want to be gentle. you ride him hard, slamming your hips down. you ride him rough, your nails digging into his chest as you curse him out between moans. you move like you're trying to break him, your thighs shaking as you slam down over and over again.
and chris? he just looks up at you with this smug, half-lidded smile, like you're the best damn thing he's ever seen. his chest is hot and heaving under your palms, his eyes hazy, completely lost in you.
"for fuck's sake, are you ever quiet?" you snarl, pissed off that he can still look at you with that stupid, adoring gaze.
your palm flattens against the column of his throat, a silent threat. For a beat, it works—his eyes glaze over, his jaw goes slack. you feel a surge of triumph. then, the corners of his mouth twitch, and a slow, infuriating smile spreads across his face.
"my baby" he breathes out, the sound raspy and warm. "you're so fucking pretty all worked up"
and just like that, you're the one who's speechless. how are you supposed to respond to that, to the way he's looking at you, to the feel of him pulsing inside you like he's ready to lose it completely?
arrogant asshole. so you just ride him harder, faster. you'll wipe that dopey, adoring look off his face if it kills you. and chris? gosh he loves it, which is probably why he keeps doing it—a bad habit, really.
˗ˏˋ a/n : rushed this so bad while on the train so sorry for any typos! i actually haven't written in such a while i feel so nervy so i kept it very short but uhh but here you go ˎˊ˗