#toxic!chris

[humpster35]

Alexa play “Trust Issues” by The Weeknd

Fuck. There you were again—lying on your back taking in Chris’s dick. His rapid speed in which he fucked you was something that you would still have to get used to.

In and out—and out and in. Back and forth all over again constantly—Chris’s face was very flushed…but he almost seemed like he looked angry. Which you knew he was, you were the cause of it.

“Fuuck baby.”

Chris pulled his dick out of your tight pussy, with a steady motion of stroking the thick member up and down—he then spread your legs more.

“Shake that pussy for me—don’t fucking close your legs.”

Your body was already worn out from the first three orgasms he gave you with just his mouth alone. As you sat up a bit, Chris smirked as you begin to hold the back end of your thighs while simultaneously wiggling your hips. The movement allowed your thighs to gently clap as your pussy leaked.

“Mhm.”

Was all that left Chris’s wet pink lips as he slammed his dick right back into you. Earlier you had been unknowingly sitting a bit too close to Matt as you guys watched tv, this obviously annoyed Chris. The part that really riled him up was when, as you got up to leave(with Chris’s orders) Matt’s face was practically in your ass because of the short skirt you wore.

“Chris I said I was sorry—.”

You felt Chris’s dick slam deep inside so hard that it reached your cervix. As you tried to focus on your breathing due to being overwhelmed—Chris began to rub your clit but ever so slightly stopping when you almost came.

Chris flipped you over so now you rested on your stomach. He loved ass—he loves seeing the way your ass clapped hard as his dick pounded that tight hole. His hand reached down to grab ahold of your hair, making a fist while your body curled up against his chest.

“Yeahh?? Talk shit with dick in you.”

Your eyes started to water from how mean he was being even though you knew deep down you secretly enjoyed it. Chris smacked and smacked your ass till it felt like his hand print would be left behind. As he let go of your hair Chris would then wrap his large veiny hands round your neck.

“C-Chris…I wasn’t talkin—.”

This only made Chris let out a low laugh beside your ear before kissing your cheek. He knew you weren’t dissing him—he could feel how much you would tighten around his dick as he degraded you in some way. Chris started to kiss your neck softly—showing that he was still the same loving boyfriend you knew and had.

“Mmm right here. Shhhh shhh i’m here.”

Chris’s strokes were still fast as your ass clapped even hard but because of his soft spoken tone, paired with his gentle actions—you couldn’t do anything but cry and kiss him back.

You fell softly onto the bed again when Chris released your neck. The sounds of your pussy letting out wet queefs as Chris pumped slowly in and out of it only made him get closer to climax. Chris took his dick out every now and then to rub it between your ass cheeks and back of your pussy—stimulating you as your fucked our body laid there.

“Almost there…thaaats it.”

You let out soft moans that almost sounded like whimpers—your voice was tired as you just knew that you had to just lay there and take Chris’s dick. He smacked your ass one last time before speeding up again—his dick started to make your body become stimulated from inside as your cunt rubbed into the bed which gave double stimulation.

“Chris…I can’t take it.”

Just as you said this, both you and Chris started cumming hard. He wore no condom this time because he was in such a rush to put you in your place and admittedly—you liked the feeling of his huge thick white dick feeling up your tight wet cunt with his kids.

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toxic!chris tries.. to let you meet his parents

pairings. toxic!chris x reader

genre.angs?

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you could barely recognize the man walking beside you as you stepped out of the car, beginning to walk toward chris’s childhood home. as you walked up the steps toward the front door you noticed the way he suddenly got stiff, stopping in front of the door, he stood staring for a moment before hesitantly knocking softly. the door swung open, and his mom greeted you first, smiling but carefully. “chris, you brought her, it’s about time” she said, slightly whispering the last part and stepping aside. his dad lingered in the hallway, arms crossed, expression cold and unreadable, only making chris stiffen more.

his dad was never easy to please, even now that chris had made it into college with a hockey scholarship he’d earned despite barely passing high school. every game, every practice, none of it was enough according to his dad.

his mom, she smiled, asked the right questions, acted like she cared. she had a way with her words, though polite on the outside, they cut just enough to make him hurt. she tried to hide it, framing it as concern or advice, but you’d heard the way chris would talk about the things she said.

chris shifted his weight again, jaw tight. he didn’t say anything, as he moved his hand to your lower back slowly guiding you in. you noticed that even here, in the house he was raised in, he was on edge, holding himself together in a way that was almost unnatural. you smile at his parents as you move to the living room. chris lingered behind you, eyes scanning everywhere but at the same time avoiding his fathers harsh gaze, every glare from him only made him stiffen up more. 

his mom offered you a seat on the brown colored sofa as she poured herself a cup of coffee, softly asking you questions about yourself. chris sat down next to you, as his parents took a seat on the sofa on the opposite side of the room. his dad still looked uninterested, like he couldn’t care less about meeting you, or his son visiting. it was silent for a moment, air tense and thick, before his dad spoke up, voice rough. “..so, how’s hockey going..” finally, chris looked at his father, still he looked tense like he was scared of saying the wrong thing. “hockeys fine, harder than it was in highschool..” chris answered, fingers fidgeting with the pockets of his hoodie.

his dad’s eyes narrowed, leaning back into the sofa, arms crossed, voice low. “fine?” he repeated. “chris, it should be more than fine. you’ve got a scholarship. you should be pushing yourself, not just skating by, like back in high school.” chris’s jaw twitched, eye brow’s furrowing. “i...i’ve been practicing. coach says I’m doing good.” his dad scoffed, shaking his head. “coaches say a lot of things. doesn’t make them true. his dad said, voice harsh. “you think making it into college is enough? you’re lucky to even be there.”

chris clenched his hands in his lap, shoulders tense. but he didn’t argue, didn’t defend himself. you could see the effort it took for him to stay still, not snap back, not make a sarcastic comment. you’d never seen chris like this before. his mom sat on the sofa across from you quietly, sipping her coffee, smiling politely, watching the exchange without interfering. her presence was soft, almost comforting, but you could feel the subtle weight she added to the room. the room fell silent again, thick with tension, only sounds being the low hum of the heat and the occasional clink of his mother’s coffee cup. chris’s dad didn’t press further, but his gaze lingered, sharp, cold, making sure chris felt every ounce of pressure.

chris shifted beside you, but not toward you, just enough to sit straighter. his jaw stayed locked, eyes fixated somewhere past his father’s shoulder, as if he was refusing to give him the satisfaction of eye contact. “and you’re okay with it?” his dad asked, voice condensing,“balancing college and hockey. or are you just hoping it works out like everything else?” chris didn’t hesitate before speaking this time. “i have everything handled.”

his dad let out a quiet hum, unimpressed. “handled,” he repeated. “that’s what you call it? because from what i’m seeing, it looks like you’re still doing the bare minimum and calling it effort.” the air tightened. chris’s fingers curled against his knee, but his face didn’t change, no sarcasm, no snapping back. just that same blank expression he wore like armor. “i’m not in high school anymore,” he said flatly. his dad’s eyes narrowed slightly. “we’ll see.” his dad finally muttered, unimpressed. chris didn’t respond. didn’t argue.

he just let the silence settle again, and somehow, that felt heavier than if he were to say anything.

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[dreaamdiary]

ꗃ ˖ ࣪ 𓂃 ✦ TOXIC!CHRIS X ITGIRL!READER FINE SHIT ROLLING LOUD BLURB

bass shakes the ground beneath them and neon lights flicker across the crowd as music blasts through their ears. you move with the rhythm, effortlessly— like it was second nature to your body and chris bops his head to the music, closely behind you with his hands gripping your waist, attempting to catch all that ass you threw on him.

“chill out, ma” he mumbles in your ear.

you knew eyes were on you, they always were and you ate that shit up. chris also knows your doing this on purpose, giving them a show, making them wish they were him or visvirsa.

“y’tryna piss me off baby?”

you slyly giggle and look back at him over your shoulder, her eyes glazed up sharp. “why, is it working?”

weed and alcohol coursed through your body, building up the courage on your chest. chris got possessive and needy when he was drunk, you got reckless and horny.

bad decision were just itching to be made and leave it up to you to always spice shit up.

rolling your hips all over your man, arms warped around his neck and suddenly the flash on someone’s camera catches the glow of your bronze skin under the bright lights, making chris’ jaw clench and fingers dig into your hips.

you lean back, pressing your ass against him harder, finding the bulge in his pants with ease. “awe, don’t tell me y’jealous baby,” you pouted your lips and teased at him.

“nah,” he grips your chin turning your body toward him and pulling you impossibly close. “jus’ think it’s funny how y’think i don’t know what y’doing.”

you bit your lip through the smirk on your face as you feel your body tingle and heat rush through it, so dizzy you thought you might stumble. “what are w’gonna do about that huh?”

you were wearing his patients out so fucking thin right now. he’d been trying to control himself all day— but it got harder by the the second and the weed made it no better. you were challenging him, seeing how far you could go until he cracked and he almost had you, but his lust was just so much stronger when it came to you.

before you even had time to think chris had you by the wrist, pulling you through the crowd, weaving through all the sweaty bodies until the music became nothing but background ground noise and bass that thumped in your chest.

he hardly had you against the wall before your pulling him down, consuming his lips with your own like a woman starved. the kiss was sloppy and desperate, too much teeth and too much tongue but so much desire for affection.

you taste like liquor and something sweet, and he’s so gone. chris claws at your thigh, hiking it up around his waist while his other hand stations around your neck. “mph..chris”

your making those pretty little noises he likes in his mouth and your lips are slick and swollen, lip liner entirely smudged off and saliva smeared on the sides of your mouth, but you can’t stop, your body won’t let you.

chris barley pulls away, his swollen pink lip getting caught in your teeth before he presses his forehead to yours. his breathe is uneven, panting for air, whimpering for your touch. “wanna get y’home— fuck m’pretty girl s’good.”

“mmh.. don’t wait baby, do it now, d’wanna wait,” you tugged on his hoodie, wishing it would fall right off his body. suddenly a camera flashes in the distance and gasps could be heard from a few feet away.

neither of you bothered to look at the source, you just throw your head back a laugh while chris looks at you with a knowing expression.

“oh you love this shit, huh?”

you giggle against his lips and resume your messy kisses, the thought of adding to the pile of scandals, the world seeing how sexy you and your boyfriend were— it felt so good, too good.

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[ecstasturns]

I can’t promise that i’ll be good to ya ‘cause i have some issues

“shit, mama.” he growls, fingers pulling apart your glistening folds. sucking in a cold breath between his bared teeth, chris shakes his head.

laying on your back, you follow his face as it lowers between your spread legs. “she never been touched before, hm? never been pleased?” he teases, knowing this is you’re first time.

and you know it most definitely is not his.

“chris… please-”

“yeah yeah baby. but I can’t promise I’ll be good to ya.” he winks, coating his lips in a thin layer of saliva with his tongue before diving into your pussy.

you whimper, clenching your thighs around his face. “m’sorry.” you make out the word between whines.

“don’t be. fuckin’ love it.” he rolls your bud between his incisors, melting your innocence away with you as your back arches off the sheets.

you feel the built-up tightness shatter, toes curling to keep you still. chris keeps eating away at you, tasting every inch, every corner. he’s too far in to hold himself back.

“chr-chris… slow down.”

he grunts, encouraging you with his sickeningly sweet words, ultimately pulling you through until you feel that sensation again. except this time it’s not as weird, not so much as it is amazing.

“yeahhh. let her go, baby.”

by the time you open your eyes again, chris is already by your bedroom door, throwing on his jacket. he was never the type to stay. you could only hope he’d be back again soon.

next time, you’d be ready for more.

𐔌 file.an — part 2 ?? is chris gonna leave again, or is he willing to spend one night in your bed ? even if it eats him from the inside out.

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[snowysosturn]

Run For The Hills - Chris Sturniolo

Pairing : Situationship!Chris x Fem!reader

Summary : You always keep running back to your situationship with Chris for a hookup, instead of running for the hills.

Warnings : suggestive

“Room 304”

Read the message I just received from Chris, letting me know what room is ours for the night.

We’d been stuck in this cycle of meeting late at night in hotels for hookups for months now.

A cycle I was happy with. But now? I craved Chris a lot more than I ever anticipated. Now that feelings were starting to get involved.

I always tried to dress up whenever Chris and I would meet, hoping it would somehow lure him into having feelings for me too. So here I was, stood in front of the door that read 304 in a black mini dress and heels. 

I raise my hand to knock, and the door swung open instantly. Chris stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe, his dark hair slightly tousled and his usual cocky grin tugging at the corner of his lips. He looked me up and down, and I couldn’t help but hold my breath under his gaze.

"Right on time" he said, stepping aside to let me in.

The room was dimly lit, the only light illuminating the room came from the bedside lamp. The faint smell of his cologne mixed with the crisp scent of fresh hotel linens. My heels clicked softly against the polished floor as I stepped in, the door clicking shut behind me.

I set my purse down on the table and turned to face him, my heart racing as I watched him shrug off his jacket. He had a way of making everything look effortless, too effortless, really. And that was part of the problem.

I smiled nervously, fiddling with the hem of my dress. “You’ve got good taste in hotels.”

Chris smirked, his eyes trailing down my figure. "I’ve got good taste in company too."

I rolled my eyes, trying to hide the blush creeping up my neck. This was how it always started off – light teasing, stolen touches, and words that felt just intimate enough to keep me hooked.

I wanted to call him out, to ask him if this meant more to him than just casual nights in hotel rooms. But the words lodged in my throat. What if he didn’t feel the same? What if this fragile thing we had broke the second I brought up feelings?

He walked toward me, closing the space between us. His hand brushed against my bare arm, sending a shiver down my spine. “You okay?” he asked, his voice softer now.

I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah.”

I was okay, but not really. Because I knew I was falling for him. And I had no idea if he’d ever feel the same way.

Chris tilted his head, studying me for a moment before a sly smile spread across his face. "Good. Then stop overthinking and come here."

And just like that, I let him pull me into his arms, lacing kisses on my neck, the cycle starting all over again.

next part is here

a/n: I might extend this to another part... maybe full blown smut.. who knows

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what would happen if enemy chris finds out he got enemy reader pregnant

i fear in the state they’re in now that that man would be GONE. 😬😬😬😬

[eph3merall]

https://www.tumblr.com/eph3merall/757482194719621120/toxicchris

Please make a part 2 😭😭😭😭😭😭

didnt know how to make a pt 2 to this tho bc i had like NO ideas so hopefully this can suffice 🙁

. . . ( pt 1 )

maybe chris was going just slightly crazy. the second you walked out that door he felt part of his heart get dragged along with you, he just didn't realize it. because you were just another girl, right? there wasn't anything particularly special about you.

maybe he chose to actively ignore the way you were always so thoughtful and sweet and patient. god, patience definitely did not run thin with you, how you always kept waiting and waiting with hope that chris would like you back. that he would magically just admit how much you meant to him, even after shaking his head with a chuckle and teling you the same things over and over again. 'y'aren't anything special, sorry babe. don't go gettin' upset since i don't like you back, okay? remember, 'cus— 'cus i told you you're jus' another girl.'

it was hard to just forget you. how could he, with the lego set you guys built together sitting proudly on his shelf? how could he just forget, with some of your things still littering his room even after he tried cleaning just so he didn't find any of your hair ties or tubes of lip gloss.

chris' heart felt heavy in his chest. he couldn't just linger on the thought of you forever though, which is why he found himself at a party. another party, which means another girl that would probably end up in his bed for the night, and another girl who would probably end up crying over the fact chris wanted nothing serious.

the pretty blonde that perches on his thigh currently is running manicured nails up his chest, purring in his ear and pressing glossy lips to his jawline that was littered with a light stubble. despite the grin adorning his face and the way his cock twitched in his jeans at the sight of the girl, she wasn't you.

no one compared to you. he still had the beaded bracelet you gifted him sitting heavy on his right wrist, the current hand fisting the blonde's hair to arch her back. chris forced himself to focus on the moment, to stop thinking about you and to focus on how nice the girl's pussy gripped his dick.

the night ended with chris showering and laying on his bed with a joint in his hand. he used to share a smoke with you at times, when things got a little too rough and the high was a nice escape from reality. his chest felt heavy, and he wasn't even sure why. was it so hard to admit that he missed you? there was nothing particularly special about you at all, you were just another girl that happened to get caught in chris' web.

in the middle of blowing out a ring of smoke, his phone chimed on his nightstand. for a second his heart jumped, maybe you reached out to him. maybe you apologized and would finally realize that he wasn't the bad guy here. that you were already on your way over. unlocking his phone proved to be a disappointment however, the notification coming from a random girl's number he didn't even remember adding.

chris hasn't blocked your number yet. he isn't sure if you deleted his, but he could assume you probably did with how upset you were when you left. that didn't stop him from sending you a text. his thumb was hitting the 'send' button before realizing what he was doing.

you didn't expect to get a text tonight. cuddled up in bed with a bunch of blankets and some snacks, laptop flipped open to netflix to binge a show you were currently interested in. when you reached for your phone, your face twisted into one of confusion, surprise, and then annoyance at the contact name you renamed 'don't answer'.

"i told you we're over, chris. i don't get why you want to talk things out— no, no you made it clear i was just another girl, right? you didn't give a fuck about that promise—" an argument sparked up and you were yelling into the speaker of your phone not long after, tears burning your eyes out of anger.

and even then chris was asking matt for a quick ride, holding his phone away from him as he told his brother that he'd make things right. he really just wanted to get rid of that stupid feeling in his chest though, which is why chris finds himself standing outside your front door.

he's hanging up and knocking, knowing you're pissed off and might slam the door in his face the second you catch a glimpse of his hair or face. and you do almost shut him out, obviously annoyed and shaken up with how fucking foolish he was—but chris is shoving inside and forcing your body into a tight hug.

because he missed you. he isn't admitting it, not now and not ever, but he ignores your screaming and just asks you to listen for a second. he isn't sure what he craves to achieve right now, but all he knows is that he has a little chance to make things better right now.

"i know, i know i was stupid baby. 'm sorry, okay? okay? i— i'm sorry, and i'll make things right, y'hear? if i can jus' stay the night we can go through my phone together n' delete all those girls' numbers, i promise."

and then he's holding his pinkie out to you, vulnerability and a bit of amusement written across his face as the reality of what he's doing finally set in.

was this good.. i like had no idea how to continue w this but anon i hope u enjoyed 😞 not proofread !!! is it js me who cant STAND to reread something youve written over again?? like i will for fics but like. idk.

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[sturndeer]

𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼 | c.s

toxic!fwb!chris x toxic!reader

| 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

contains: angst, makeout

you werent supposed to be at this party. not because chris told you not to come, he didnt get that kind of say anymore. but because you told yourself you were done with him. again.

you lasted three days.

now you were standing in someone elses kitchen, holding a drink you didnt want, laughing at jokes you didnt hear, and doing everything in your soul to pretend you didnt feel his eyes on you from across the room. because of course he was there. and of course he was watching.

chris didnt approched you right away. he liked to wait until you thought he wasnt going to. until you were relaxed just enough, started smiling a little too easily, started talking to someone that wasnt him.

then he showed up and ruined it. it was always the same game. and you always played it for some reason.

so when he finally moved across the room, his steps slow and calculated, you didnt turn. you let him hover behind you, close enough to make your skin crawl. close enough for your pulse to trip over itself.

“you wear that for me?” he asked, voice low near your ear.

you took a sip of your drink, ignoring the way his words made no sense, you were wearing a black dress for fucks sake. “not everything is about you chris.”

he gave a humorless laugh. “couldve fooled me.”

you turned to face him, meeting his eyes. they were sharp. tired. a little too familiar. “why do you always do this.”

“because i know your thinking about me.”

you hated that he was right. he always was when it came to you. when it came to how easily you folded. but that didnt mean youd give him that satisfaction.

“you think i sit around just thinking about you.” you challenged, tilting your head.

he leaned in smirking. “you dont have to. you come running every time.” his eyes shifted to your lips.

you scoffed, stepping back “god, your exhausting.”

“and your predictable.”

the words landed somewhere low in your stomach, heavy and hot. not because they hurt but because you wanted them to. you liked the way he provoked you. you hated that he knew that. exactly how to push you buttons.

you found yourself outside later, sitting on the edge of the stairs in the front of the house, cigarette in hand. you didnt smoke. not really. but it felt good. it felt reckless and wrong to match the night.

of course, chris followed. he never let you leave without finishing the argument.

he dropped down beside you not saying anything at first. just sat, legs spread, hoodie half unzipped, biting the inside of his cheek like he couldnt decide if you were worth the effort.

“you gonna sulk all night?” he finally said

you rolled your eyes “why do you just assume im unhappy just because im not with you.”

“because i know you and i know your fucking miserable right now.” his voice was loud but he wasnt shouting.

“yeah? and whos fault is that.”

he didnt deny. he didnt need to. you both already new the truth. silence again. the kind that felt heavy with everything unspoken.

“you kissed someone else last week”

it wasnt a question and it wasnt said with jealousy, it was said with venom. you blinked slowly “so did you.”

“yeah, but you were supposed to care.”

you laughed, shocked by his words “you always want me to feel things youd never give back.”

he turned towards you. face angred. “dont act like your so innocent. you let me do it. you want me like this.”

you stared at him. felt your jaw tighten. your heart racing. your eyes glance to his lips, maybe lingering to long.

“dont do that,” he sighs leaning his head back, his hands falling on his face. you just look at him not saying or doing anything. suddenly you feel his lips on yours.

hard. fast. sloppy. like a punishment or proof? his hand came to your thigh, grip tight, his fingers digging in like he needed something to hold on to. anything real from the mess you were both creating.

when you finally pulled back, breathless, lips swollen. you expexted him to look angry or smug. or maybe blank like he always did when you got to close.

but he didnt. he looked at you like he was stuck. trapped somewhere between stained glass.

“we shouldnt have done that,” your voice was shaky but sharp.

his gaze didnt move from your eyes. the deer in headlights type of look that made him loose his mind. “then why does it feel like it meant something.”

you didnt answer. his hand moves to your hair tucking a piece behind your ear. his touch was much softer compared to the kiss as his hand moves down your neck. thumb brushing over the pulse beating to fast beneath your skin.

“i need you so fucking bad,” he murmered, like it wasnt meant for you to hear.

you heart stuttered “dont say that if you dont mean it.”

his jaw clenched. he looked away for a second, like the words were to heavy in his mouth and he couldnt swallow them down. “i always mean it with you thats the fucking problem.”

you exhaled, shaky, eyes burning because you knew it was true. and that made everything worse. but still you leaned in. and so did he. not for another kiss, not yet. just to stay close. just to feel like maybe this time you wouldnt tear eachother apart.

even though you both knew you would.

if you couldnt tell this is my first fic but its just the intro bc i wanna see if it peaks anyones intrest. idrc if people read this i just want to try this as a hobby. i get my inspiration from @y3sterdaysproblem and someone else but i think her account was deactivated rip ceceblogs. pls lemme know if you like it or despise it i will happily do more if im asked but if not ill do everything in my own time im pretty fast w writing but again idk if this is even good so yur.