⤷ roomate!chris x reader ૮ . . ྀིა
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 after the semester buries you in college stress, relief from your vibrator and quick hookups with your roommate, chris, begin to fall short. when frustration peaks, you begin to question your own no sex rule when hes the only one who can provide you with the satisfaction you seek
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 smut! 18+ content. begging. nicknames. power play/teasing. squirting. oral sex. fingering. creampie. unprotected sex. english not my first language!! dni if any of these make you uncomfortable :p
spring semester was absolutely destroying you. midterms hit like a freight train - three back-to-back exams in one week, group projects that nobody pulled their weight on, and professors who decided now was the perfect time to pile on extra readings and essays. your room looked like a war zone with textbooks on every surface and empty energy drinks forming a leaning tower on your nightstand.
you’d been pulling all-nighters for days, the stress sitting heavy in your chest like a brick, making it hard to think about anything except the next deadline. by the time you collapsed into bed each night, you were too wired to sleep and too exhausted to study anymore.
the only relief you’d found lately was fleeting and never quite enough. your vibrator had become your best friend - quick, desperate sessions under the covers when the apartment was quiet, chasing that brief rush of endorphins to quiet the noise in your head.
sometimes your roommate chris was home, and you’d swear you hear him pause whatever game he was playing or stop scrolling on his phone when the faint buzzing started through the thin wall. he never said anything outright, but the next morning he’d smirk over coffee like he knew exactly what you’d been up to.
other nights, when the frustration built too high, you’d end up in his room instead - riding his face until you saw stars, your hands in his hair, or you on your knees for him, swallowing him down while he groaned your name. it was good, really good, but never enough. and also never too good to break the rule you’d set of no sex, not when chris had girls rotating through the apartment every other night.
still, the hookups left you aching for more, that deep, filling stretch you craved but refused to ask for. toys couldn’t replicate it. random hookups with strangers felt too risky, too empty. so you kept settling for the half-measures with him, even as the tension coiled tighter and tighter inside you.
you were already straddling chris on his bed, thighs spread wide over his hips as you sank down onto his cock again and again. the stretch burned so good it made your head spin - thick and hot and so much fuller than any toy or his tongue had ever been.
chris gripped your waist hard, thrusting up to meet every roll of your hips, the wet slap of skin filling the dim room. his eyes stayed glued to your face the whole time, watching the way your brows twisted and your nose scrunched up with every deep stroke. “fuck - bet that little vibrator can’t make you feel like this, huh?” he groaned, voice low and smug because he’d heard the buzzing through the wall too many nights.
you slapped a hand over his mouth, breath hitching. “shut up - just shut up.” he licked your palm instead, eyes sparkling with a stupid smirk, so you yanked your hand back and shoved two fingers between his lips. he sucked them instantly, tongue swirling while he kept pounding up into you, hips snapping faster. “that’s it - ride me just like that, fuck you feel so good,” he mumbled around your fingers, the praise vibrating straight through you. your walls clenched hard around him and you felt that first wave building fast.
at first, his size had taken some getting used to - you’d seen him hard plenty of times, had him down your throat more nights than you could count, but taking him inside you was something else entirely. the initial stretch stung in the best way, a sharp burn that made your breath catch and your nails dig into his shoulders, but the second he bottomed out and started moving it flipped fast - pure addiction, every thrust making you curse yourself for ever denying yourself of his dick.
“you like that, baby?” he teased, popping your fingers out with a wet sound. your face burned instantly, brows pinching in that embarrassed little twist.
chris watched that embarrassed flush creep across your cheeks and he was instantly taken aback to earlier tonight. imagine his surprise when his hot roommate with the strict no fucking rule was standing outside his bedroom door in nothing but his oversized shirt, eyes desperate and voice shaking as she practically begged him to fuck her. he’d teased you so bad - leaning in the doorway with a lazy grin, asking if you were sure, if you were really about to break your own rule for him of all people.
you’d almost backed out right there, cheeks flaming and ready to bolt back to your room, but before you could even turn away he’d tugged you inside, pressed you against the wall, and dropped his mouth straight to your neck, sucking a mark right under your ear while he whispered “told you you’d cave eventually.”
the memory flashed hot through his head and then he was back in the present, still buried inside you, grinning up at your flushed face. “you don’t want me calling you baby while my dick’s buried in you like this?” he thrust up extra hard on the last word and you both tipped over at the same time - him pulsing hot inside you, your whole body shaking as you came around him.
chris pulled out slow, both of you still breathing hard, but before you could even catch your breath he flipped you onto your back. the sheets were already a mess under you, his cum starting to leak out between your thighs and down towards the bed as he parted your legs. his fingers replaced his cock instantly - two of them sliding through the slick mess, dragging up and down your folds so torturously slow you wanted to scream.
“chris - hurry up,” you whined, hips twitching up toward his hand, still buzzing from the orgasm but already aching for more. he just chuckled low against your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your throat while his fingers kept that same lazy pace.
“if you want it that bad, baby… im sorry but you’re gonna have to beg for it.” his voice was rough, lips brushing your ear as he circled your clit once - barely - then pulled back again. you groaned, head tipping back against the pillow. “you can’t be serious right now.” he lifted his head just enough to meet your eyes, that cocky spark still there. “oh i’m so serious. you want my fingers buried in you? then beg like you begged me at my door earlier.”
your mind was spinning - you couldn’t believe you were actually about to do this, actually about to beg your roommate after you swore you’d never let him fuck you at all. but your body was already betraying you, thighs trembling around his wrist, that deep empty ache screaming louder than your pride. chris watched your face the whole time, then spat slow and filthy right onto his fingers, rubbing the spit into your clit with the same teasing drag. “dont keep me waiting, baby.”
the words were already burning on your tongue before you could stop them - “please chris… please just fuck me with your fingers, i need it so bad.” your voice came out all shaky and small, nothing like the sharp “shut up” you’d been throwing at him all night. his grin widened instantly, eyes dark and satisfied as he finally pushed two fingers deep inside you, curling them just right against that spot that made your back arch clean off the bed. “there she is,” he murmured against your neck, sucking another mark into your skin while his thumb started rubbing slow circles over your clit. “knew you’d sound so pretty when you begged for me.”
he kept the pace steady but relentless now - fingers pumping in and out, curling every time he bottomed out, thumb never leaving your clit. the wet sounds were obscene, louder than both of your breathing combined, and every stroke dragged you closer to the edge again. “fuck look at you,” he groaned, kissing up to your jaw. “soaking my hand already, baby. you’re clenching so tight around me - been needing this all week, huh? been using that toy every night just wishing it was me.”
you couldn’t even snap back at him this time; all that came out was a broken moan as your thighs started shaking harder around his wrist.
the pressure built so fast it scared you - that deep, liquid heat pooling low in your stomach, way stronger than the first orgasm. chris felt it too, the way you were fluttering and clenching around his fingers, he leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear. “that’s it, baby… i can feel you getting so close already,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “c’mon, i know you’re right there.” your hips jerked up on their own, a desperate little whimper slipping out as the feeling kept swelling, tighter and hotter with every slow curl of his fingers.
your eyes squeezed shut and your whole body locked up for a second, breath coming in short gasps. “chris - fuck - i can’t -” you tried to warn him, but it was already crashing over you like a wave. “oh my god -” you gasped, and then you were squirting hard around his fingers, soaking his hand, his wrist, the sheets underneath you in hot, messy pulses. he didn’t stop for a second, just kept curling and rubbing through every spasm, groaning low in your ear the whole time. “that’s it, fuck - good girl, look at the mess you’re making for me.”
chris didn’t pull his fingers out right away, just kept them buried knuckle-deep while your body kept twitching and fluttering around them in the aftershocks, little ripples still running through your stomach. the soaked sheets were cool and sticky against your back, and every tiny shift made you whimper because you were still so sensitive. chris watched your face with dark eyes as he slowly dragged his fingers in and out one last time, spreading the mess even more. then, without any warning, he shifted down and dropped his head between your thighs, flattened his tongue against you, licking a long, slow stripe right through the slick you’d just made everywhere.
the overstimulation crashed into you instantly. your hips tried to jerk away on instinct, broken curses slipping past your lips, but he just gripped the backs of your thighs harder and held you wide open, humming low and filthy against your clit like he was savoring every drop. his tongue moved in lazy circles, then dipped lower to push inside you, cleaning up the mix of you and him while you shook under him.he was only in this position for a couple seconds but it felt like forever - enough to have your eyes watering and your breath coming in short, desperate gasps before he finally lifted his head, lips shiny and grinning.
chris was quick to get back up on his knees, lining himself up and sliding back inside you in one smooth, deep thrust - his face hovering over yours, pressing your legs wide and folding you under him. the sudden full stretch after his tongue had you gasping loud, eyes flying open in pure shock at how fast he’d switched.
he chuckled low, forearms braced on either side of your head as he bottomed out and stayed there, rolling his hips in a slow, deliberate grind that made you feel every single inch. “what?” he teased, voice rough and cocky, eyes locked on yours. “you didn’t think i was done with you already, baby? after you finally gave in and begged for this cock tonight?”
he started moving then - deep, steady thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you, the wet slap of skin echoing in the quiet room mixed with the obscene sound of how soaked you still were. it felt so fucking good your brain short-circuited; your arms went completely useless, flailing around like you didn’t know what to do with them. one second they were pressed flat against your own chest, trying to steady the overwhelming pressure building again, the next they were digging into chris’s shoulders, nails digging in. then you’d switch again, fisting the sheets so tight your knuckles went white, only to reach back up for him a heartbeat later because you needed something - anything - to hold onto while he fucked you slow and savoring.
chris watched it all with that stupid smug grin, never speeding up, just rolling his hips deep and steady so you felt every single thrust. “look at you,” he murmured against your jaw, pressing a hot kiss there before pulling back to stare down at your face again. “cant even keep your hands still… been denying me this tight pussy for months and now you cant even control yourself. fuck, you’re so pretty when you lose it like this.” he groaned when you clenched around him, hips stuttering for just a second.
“that’s it - keep squeezing me like that.. what if you wake up tomorrow and try to act like this never happened? gotta make sure you remember exactly how good i feel inside you, baby.”
his praises mixed with the teasing made your head spin even more, heat flooding your face as he kept that same deep rhythm, savoring every second like he really was scared this might be the only time. his breathing was getting rougher now, thrusts turning a little sharper as he got closer.
“shit - i’m right there,” he rasped, pulling out suddenly and shifting up onto his knees over your chest. one hand tangled gently in your hair while the other stroked himself once, twice.
he was guiding the head of his cock past your lips, hot and heavy on your tongue, the taste of both of you flooding your mouth instantly.
your hand shot down between your legs on pure instinct - fingers sliding through the slick mess still leaking out of you, circling your swollen clit fast and desperate because you were right there too, your third orgasm already barreling down on you. chris let out a low groan the second your lips closed around him, hips twitching forward just enough to push deeper while you sucked hard. the room filled with sounds of the slick glide of your fingers, the soft gagging noises you couldn’t hold back, his ragged breathing getting louder and rougher with every stroke of your tongue.
your thighs clamped shut around your own hand as you came hard again, muffled cries vibrating up his cock while hot spurts of him filled your mouth in thick pulses. you swallowed every drop with your eyes watering, body still shaking through the aftershocks as he kept pulsing on your tongue.
chris finally pulled out with a shaky exhale and collapsed into the spot right next to you, one arm slung heavy across your waist like he couldn’t bear to not be touching you anymore. heavy breathing filled the room - yours fast and shaky, his deep and uneven - the only sound left besides the faint creak of the bed as you both tried to come back down. the sheets were ruined, the air thick with the smell of sex and sweat, and for a long minute neither of you moved.
you could already feel the ache between your legs starting to throb again just from the memory of him inside you, and the terrifying little voice in your head whispered that there was no way you were going back to half-measures after tonight.
college au here
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princesa ⋆˙⟡♡ yall i forgot to cancel a 3 day free trial and my card got charged 40bucks im mad AF. anyways this was in my drafts for a while bcoz i was on spring break w my family and i felt like someone was gonna catch me making the layout for this i was #paranoid so i had to wait to get back home.. posting this during my study break at the library ive been here studying for 4 hours #help #ihatemath enjoy!
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