.ᐟ.ᐟ rapper!chris x sweetheart!reader
FIREWORKS AND WATERWORKS
warnings - 18+, unprotected sex, piv, edging, squirting
it started off as a dumb question. a stupid comment. you clearly had too much to drink at the new year's party the sturniolos were throwing, and you had lost all restraint. matt and rhea had slipped off hours ago, giggling hand in hand. nick was also nowhere to be seen. you were perched on the couch next to chris, slurring slightly as you watched him light a cigarette.
and that's when you made the big mistake. you looked at chris, eyes unfocused and words blurred together and asked, "hey, chris? what does...squirting feel like?" he paused, a bright flame still flicked on from the lighter, and his cigarette between his lips. he looked at you, brows raised. "say that again," he commanded. you shifted uncomfortably. "'s jus'...my ex could, like, never make me squirt. he said i had a problem or somethin'." you frowned, and chris subtly shifted, the cocky grin back in place. "yeah? wanna see if i can fix that, uh, problem f'you?"
and that's how you landed up here, in chris's bed. your dress was discarded somewhere in the room, your panties in the back pocket of chris's jeans. he smirked devilishly as you held on to the sheets for dear life, as his fingers slowly slipped inside teasingly. "god, baby...your ex was a fuckin' dickhead." he whispered, eyes blown wide in awe as his fingers gently moved in and out of you. he wet his lips with his tongue, eyes laser-focused on your twitchy hole trying to hold on to his fingers. "jesus...gonna make you squirt so hard you'll see stars."
and with that, he slipped his jeans off, his bulge straining against his black boxers. slowly, he leaned down, and licked a stripe up your slit, making your back arch as electricity flowed through your veins. "chris! o-oh, my god!" he grinned, attaching his lips to your clit and sucking. his hands spread your thighs apart, giving him the space he needed to do what he did best.
just as you were about to cum, someone pounded on the door. "yo, chris!" an unfamiliar voice called. "five minutes until the new year, man!" chris grinned up at you, before leaning over you, hands braced next to your head. "you're gonna cum with the fireworks, y'hear?" you nodded, not trusting your voice to be able to speak.
slowly, chris pulled his boxers down, and his hard length sprang up. the last time you had sex with him, you were way more intoxicated, and hadn't paid much attention to his size. this time, though, you could clearly see his huge dick, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't look a little intimidating. chris could notice your hesitation and tapped your cheek. "hey," he muttered, bringing your eyes back to his. "you've taken it once, you can do it again, 'kay? but if you want me to stop, jus' say so." you shook you head. "no...want...want you to keep going." you whispered back.
and the grin he gave you only made the slick between your thighs get embarrassingly wetter. "atta girl..." he praised, and guided his length to enter you.
you weren't wrong when you thought he was big. just the tip had you squirming. he placed a hand on your stomach, gently pressing down on his length through your tummy. as you got used to his size, you gave him the green light, and he began to move.
each thrust had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you could practically feel his tip kiss your cervix, especially when he angled his hips just right. then, he sat back on his knees, and pulled you closer by your waist, fucking you like a ragdoll, never once letting go of the rhythm. slowly, but surely, you could feel a tightness in your tummy.
chris could feel it too, and instantly slowed down. "not yet," he said, as you whined. he leaned down and kissed your cheek. "be patient, baby." he reached for his phone, and checked the time. "not gonna break my promise. we'll start the new year with a bang." he said, lips latched onto your neck, biting gently.
he laid you down, hands roaming your body, moving from your stomach, to your waist, to your chest, and back to your thighs. his hips started to move again, agonizingly slow, rocking your whole body along with his.
before you knew it, he was pounding into you again, faster this time. and then, you heard it outside. "10...9...8...!" he got impossibly faster, hands holding onto your waist for leverage, hips pistoning at an unbelievable pace. "6...5...4...!" you could feel the tightness return, and you squeezed chris's fingers.
"let go f'me, angel," he grinned. "3...2...1! happy new year!" and at that very second, fireworks erupted, both inside your body, and outside the room, and you squirted, for the first time in your life, coating chris's abs, your own thighs, and his dick. he grinned, pulling out just in time to cum, too.
then, he leaned down, kissed your neck and whispered, "screw fireworks. i like waterworks way better, don't you?"
a/n - i refuse to let a clock control me. happy new year everyone <3
tags - @oopsiedaisydeer @sabprincess @babyt0matoes @sturnskiss @kelbrave @sorrybirds @ilovemykittymeow @privatelyowned-t @urfaveprettypsycho @bambidreamzzz @luver4chris @chrepsi @idkwhatthisis2009 @angel-sturn1 @urfaveprettypsycho @viviansturns @mattsdivaa
