. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ENEMY!CHRIS GETS JEALOUS ࿐ྂ
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chris is walking down the school hallways, backpack slumped lazily over one shoulder, a phone in his hand. his day has been shitty so far; his car broke down, a girl kept bothering him and he ran out of weed.
he groans loudly before locking his phone, sliding it in his pocket and glancing forward casually. and that’s when he sees you. he pauses his step and he can feel his jaw clenching, even though he doesn’t want it to.
you’re talking to a guy, one who’s casually leaning against a locker as the two of you have a conversation. he sees you laugh, nodding along with whatever shit the guy is telling you.
chris pokes his tongue harshly in the corner of his cheek, his eyes intense as he stares at you. at how naturally the hand of that guy rests on your shoulder, how casually the two of you talk.
he grunts lowly under his breath, feeling his hand balling into a fist. he’s not sure why he’s upset, but he is. and that fact frustrates him even more.
after what feels like eternity, chris finally sees you waving a goodbye to the random dude. you turn around, and that’s when you see him staring, his jaw clenched, his face looking like it can explode every second and the scariest thing; he isn’t looking away, his eyes still locked on your appearance with no shame. that confuses you.
you raise a brow at him, not understanding his killing look. you see his face scrunch together in a disgusted scoff, and he mockedly raises his brows at you, giving you an annoyed look.
you furrow your brows, and instead of walking away you walk towards him.
you ask, hands pressed against your hip as you give him a look. he just scoffs again, his eyes gliding over you.
“why were you talking to him?”
the question startles you, and you glance up at him with confusion.
“that dude, you were laughing with him.”
you chuckle, giving him yet another weird look, not understanding why he would ever point something out like this.
“so..?” you ask, trailing off and giving him a half smile, as if not believing his nonsense.
he grumbles lowly, his look getting more intense.
“so?” he mocks you in a high pitched voice, which still sounds low due his anger.
“why were you talking to him?”
you take a step back, holding your hands up in fake surrender.
“i’m sorry sir, i thought i was aloud to speak to people.” you mutter, a challenging look on your face.
you hear him let out another low grumble, his jaw visibly twitching. and then, without a word, he turns around and walks away, his steps stronger.
you gasp out, head pressed in the pillow. he grunts, hips snapping back and forth quickly. one of his hands is on your lower back, the other holding your hip tightly.
“why were you talking to him huh?” he spats, voice laced with jealousy, its clear, and even though you can’t see his face, you know he is jealous.
“he’s my—fuck—partner for the class project—“ you whimper, struggling to get words out of your mouth as his dick hits all the right places inside of you.
“mhm sure, for what? biology?” he mocks, his tone cold yet teasing.
“chris he’s just a random— ah..” you cut yourself off with a loud moan as he gives your ass a slap, not specifically harsh, but with enough force to leave a slight stinging feeling.
he hums satisfied, a low moan escaping his lips as well. he fastens his pace, and god you can’t deny that you don’t like sex like this, he’ll always manage to make you cum quicker when hes rough like this.
when he hits that spot, you moan, crying out his name, nails digging in the sheets as you fall apart around him, your orgasm hitting like a truck. his hips stutter, a moan slips out, followed by a curse as his cum fills you up.
he hums lowly, thrusts slowing down. he pulls out, leaving you breathless. you turn around, letting yourself stare at the ceiling as you feel the mattress dip, chris’s face suddenly a bit too close to you.
you glance at him, still trying to catch your breath. when you notice his flushed cheeks, sweaty hair and intense eyes, you give him a fake sweet smile.
“why do you care so much anyway? are you jealous?” you tease brow raised.
and you probably shouldn’t have done that, because chris’s jaw clenches once again, his voice demanding and low when he speaks;
“get back on your hands and knees. now.”
a/n i’m like stressing out sm i need to write shit but i’m losing motivation but i don’t wanna disappoint yall :(( anyway this was a request <3
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