Word Count: 1300
Warning: Mostly fluff, a bit angst and mentions of sex, but nothing too serious
REQUESTED by @carbonbasedstudies
Ooh can you do a Chris beck x reader of different kinds of kisses? i.e early morning, goodbye peck, etc? Thx
A/N: I hope you will enjoy it and it turned to be something you were asking for :)
If there is something grammatically very incorrect please let me know! I hope you will like it! Maybe I take some short request from now.
You were staring at Chirs’ lips for a while, pressing yours together. You didn’t even have to touch them to know how full and soft they were. Chris was still sleeping next to you, breathing even, his face calm and relaxed. You lift your hand to caress his cheeks and slid your fingers into the soft, deep brown hair. He sighed and moaned before tightening the grip around your waist to pull you even closer.
‘Good morning, sweetheart!’ You whispered before pressing your lips to his forehead. He hummed and smiled, droving his fingers into your hair and onto the back of your head. He pulled you down to his lips, kissing you slowly, half asleep. You sighed into his soft lips, smiling into the kiss. His lips were gently caressing yours, enjoying the calm, lovely feeling of a lazy Sunday morning. He was happy.
‘How did you sleep, sunshine?’ He mumbled and turned you on your back just to press his lips against yours once again. You loved kissing him, it was so different every time, and you could never get enough.
It happened only a year ago when he kissed you for the first time. You were studying together for long hours before your last and most difficult exam. When you finally finished it was almost two in the morning, and you leaned your head on his shoulder to collect some motivation to walk back to your room. You could feel him kissing the top of your head, quietly inhaling your scent and moving to your forehead with his lips. You lift your head to give him more room for his ministrations. Soon his warm lips were on your cheeks and your hands were in his hair, eyes closed, lips trembling. There was a short pause before he covered your lips with his. You parted your lips to greet his. His kiss was careful, a bit uncertain, but oh, so sweet. The warm lips on yours were intoxicating. You sighed into the kiss, giving him the permission to slid his tongue into your mouth. Oh, boy he was good. Biting and licking and kissing your mouth, clashing his tongue with yours. It made you feel dizzy. You had no idea when did you sit up on the table and when did he got up and stood between your legs, but now you couldn’t care less about it.
You decided not to go back to your room yet, instead you stayed, kissing and talking and cuddling. You weren’t ready to sleep with him after the first kiss.
However, it didn’t take too long to be ready and let Chris’ longing, deep kisses clouding your head, swollen lips pressing hungrily together. It escalated quickly and the kiss got rough, his teeth biting and sucking on your lips. He moaned between your lips when you buckled your hips to feel how ready he was.
You loved him being rough, kissing you with all his need and restrained passion, which sometimes resulted in colourful bruises on your chest or shoulders, but never on a place where anyone could see.
After you both come down from your highs and were cuddling on the messy bed, he gave you the most gentle kisses you could ever imagine. It was lazy, warm and full with love. His hand sliding up and down on your back, fingers tracing next to your spine. He was the most caring, tender lover you have ever had.
At the same time, he was a genuinely supportive, funny and ridiculously smart boyfriend. You two took some classes together and during the first few months he never could stop himself from stealing small, forbidden kisses from your lips during the breaks. Any time you had a class together he great you with small pecks on the lips, but never with an actual deep kiss. That would have been too inappropriate and disrespectful towards the others and the situation.
He also had a unique way to express how proud he was. When you won the scholarship to Japan, you were so excited and enthusiastic about, he told you million times how proud and happy he was. Later, he wasn’t sure about you actually understand how he really feels, he just kissed you. It was an excited kiss full of energy and love. Chris held you close, hand pressed against your back, holding you in a warm embrace. It was much more expressing than any words he could have said. You knew he was happy about you, and your new, huge opportunity. But, at the same time he was aware how hard those three months will be, therefore he held you close in a tight hug, reassuring you about his love and support.
From that moment the random, deep, longing kisses become more frequent. Sometimes you found yourselves got lost in each other’s lips and kisses, on the street, on the subway, at the hallway at uni, at home, in the dorm, under the shower, everywhere.
When the day come he escorted you to the airport where he become a lot more tactile than he was ever before. He was holding your hand even when it seemed impossible. He touched your hair, your cheeks or the small of your back in every second. When you weren’t talking he peppered your hair and cheeks with kisses and even when you were talking he was stealing a little kiss from your lips. It wasn’t because he wanted to remind you to whom do you belong to. No, it was actually the opposite. He wanted to remember you. All of you, everything about you. He wanted to reserve these touches and kisses for the upcoming months. He wanted to remember your kiss, your taste on his tongue and your fingers in his hair. He tried to reserve all this for the days when he will terribly miss you and won’t be able to see your gorgeous smile every day or can’t feel your fragile figure pulled against his chest.
At the gate, you leaned to his lips capturing them between yours, kissing him with every love and fear you had. It was long, graphic and never seemed to come to an end. Every time one of you slowed down and wanted to pull apart, the other one leaned closer and deepened the kiss again.
‘I love you! You must go now! Call me when you arrived! I love you so much!’ He whispered. His steel blue eyes looked into yours once again, before he turned you by your shoulders to face the gates. ‘Be safe!’ He kissed the words on the skin of your neck before he’d disappeared behind you.
The bitter the goodbye was the sweeter the welcome become. You let your suitcase fall on the ground when you jumped into your arms. His lips were immediately on yours. You were laughing between the kisses. His arms were wrapped around you, Chris lifted you from the ground and you melted into the kiss. It was wild, passionate sometimes only teeth and tongue. He gently sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue and soothing the red skin with tender kisses. You bit his lip, happily moaning when he licked your upper lip and slid his tongue touched yours. After three months, nothing seemed too much and you couldn’t get enough of him.
It still hasn’t changed.
Now, a couple of months later, you were in your new home, just the two of you, laying in your own shared bed and still, every time he kissed you, you wanted more. Chris was a talented, tender lover, who made you drunk on his kisses every time he touched your lips with his.
going to be honest, i had to google what a creed was, and no, i’m not religious or follow any other system of belief. well, i’m an all the way liberal, and cosmopolite, but i’m not really sure it counts
on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin?
i get annoyed really easily lol, but really under my skin is actually hard, probably around 7-8
have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who?
sadly, not all the way, or even a small percentage. although the first time i read a season in hell by rimbaud, i felt like i needed to cry because of how well he channeled my thoughts in certain issues (in the strangest ways)
last movie I watched: I think it was Cars! one of my flatmates loves it and got it for Christmas from his family (lol) so we watched it last week
last song i listened to: Rather Be by Clean Bandit
last book i read: the martian, by andy weir (10/10 would recommend btw. it’s an excellent book and I couldn’t put it down.)
last thing i ate: pizza
if you could be anywhere right now, where would you be? probably sleeping. I’m still jetlagged from coming back to switzerland after Christmas
where would you want to time travel to? 7 months ago (to change the way I treated someone who is very important to me. because I’m worried that we’re never going to be okay like we were before)
fictional character you would hang out with for a day: that’s a tricky one, but let’s go with hermione granger
hm okay, tagging: @studypsy, @carbonbasedstudies , @survivingengineering101, @studyingbrains, @studying-mouse, @engincrd ++ any of my other followers who want to!
(br) Hi! My favorite way to study is to rewrite my notes while listening to the Chronicles of Narnia soundtrack. Original post tag: #myposts Thanks so much 😊
Hii, I believe that rewriting notes is indeed a very helpful way to study, especially with music :)
url - 8/10 - sounds very scientific :)
icon - 10/10 - adorable ♡
posts - 7/10 - your posts are very interesting
original posts - 7/10 - I’m in love with your handwriting, it’s so nice aaa.
What font did you base your new (and gorgeous) handwriting off? xSam
hi! thank you for the question deary! :’)
i tried to base my handwriting off of @sushi-studies, but my handwriting has always been sort of like hers, i just tried to base it off hers a little! she made this post to show off her amazing handwriting!
