a/n : pyramids by frank ocean was playing while i wrote this fyi. anyways im gonna start adding warnings before my stories, also this kinda sucks as a comeback post so im so sorry
tw. male masturbation, smut, swearing, that might be it idk
chris has spent the whole night shoving down the obvious boner tenting his pants while watching you dance on the floor with your friends, music playing, lights flashing, the smell of alcohol, everything was honestly overwhelming, but all he was paying attention to was your hips swaying side to side.
chris slowly walked up to the bar, leaning against it. “pepsi” he calls out to the bartender, looking back out at the party he lets out a sigh, running his hands through his hair, extremely sexually frustrated
throughout the rest of the night he keeps quiet, not talking to many people, watching you from a distance until he finally ends up escaping the party to call and uber home.
he quickly tries to unlock his house door but keeps using the wrong keys, he finally finds the right one, shoving the door open and shutting it with a slam. he leans against the door letting out a shaky sigh of relief.
walking over to his room he shuts the door, laying down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, images of you dancing at the party start to flood his mind.
his hand sneaks down to crotch, pushing down the erection, he lets out a quiet whimper, lips parted, cheeks flushed rose pink.
he raises his hips, pulling down his white cargo pants, leaving him in black boxers, the tent so much more visible now, he looks down at the damp patch of precum that lay on his boxers.
he slowly raises his hips again, pulling down the boxers, his dick springing free, chris licks his lips, looking back up at the ceiling, his breathing getting heavier.
he wraps his hand around the shaft, his thumb rubbing the slit, a breathily moan falling past his lips as he spreads the precum around, using it as a lube.
he moves his fist down to the base, sliding it back to the top, his eyes fluttering shut as a moan rips from his throat.
“f-fuck..i-“ he whispers, fist moving faster as he starts panting, throwing his head back as he fists his length, his thumb rubbing the slit, chris bucking his hips into his hand.
“fuck-fuck..im- fuck” he says, a string of curses falling out of his mouth. images of you covering his mind as he gets closer and closer.
he pants as the band in his stomach suddenly snapping as he lets out a loud moan, a string if white liquid landing on his abdomen and chest, chest heaving as he lays his head back, eyes shut.
you, being still the only thing on his mind.
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