part one of the rockstar!chris x fangirl!reader au
⋆˙⟡ in which: you meet a charming guy at your local club’s masquerade night, and receive an unexpected gift from him when he leaves.
a/n: guys i’m in love with this au already
cw: reader is insecure of her looks, alcohol use, a lil smut but not too spicy (fingering), semi-public sexual activity, one night stand vibes/no aftercare
Your heeled combat boots thumped across the club bathroom floor. As you approached the mirror, you fluffed up your hair. Reaching into your purse, you pulled out your favorite lipliner and softly ran it over the edge of your lips before adding a bit of gloss and rubbing them together. You adjusted the dark red mask on your face.
Once a year, your local club hosted a masquerade night. A night where you could meet anyone, and become attracted to them based solely upon their personality— or body. This was one of your favorite events to attend, as you weren’t very confident in your looks.
Confidence, however, always came to you after a few drinks, and you were already tipsy. As you walked out of the bar bathroom, you bumped straight into a tall brunette man wearing an orange mask. As you stumbled into him, his hand found your waist and yours ended up flat on his chest.
“Woah. Careful there, mama. You good?” The man said. His voice was sweet like red velvet. It sounded slightly familiar.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry.” You apologized, backing up instantly. His hand fell from your waist. “I totally didn’t even see you.”
“Really? Even with the bright orange mask?” He laughed, taking a swig from the Pepsi can in his other hand.
“You’re right, that thing is, like, glow in the dark.” You joked. “I don’t know how I missed it.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You know what I think? I think you bumped into me on purpose to get me to buy you a drink.”
At first, you were shocked at his forwardness, but the alcohol already in your system gave you a boost of liquid courage. “Ah, yes, you’ve foiled all of my plans.” You flirted back.
“Well, c’mon then.” He nodded his head towards the bar and smiled. Then he offered you his arm. You gave him a look and he shrugged. “What? Wearing this fancy mask makes me want to act like a gentleman.”
You laughed and took his arm. He led you over to the bar, where you each slid onto the tall stools. The bartender came over, polishing a glass.
“I’ll have whatever the lady’s having.” Chris said, nodding in your direction.
“A vodka cranberry, please.” You smiled sweetly at the bartender before turning to the brunette man beside you. “So, I don’t believe I got your name.”
“I’m Chris. And you are?” You told him your name and he smirked.
“Oh, nothing. It’s just very fitting.”
You didn’t ask him what that was supposed to mean. Instead you turned the conversation to more personal things. “So, Chris, where are you from?”
“Los Angeles area.” He smiled and thanked the bartender as he slid you your drinks.
“Wow, LA? That’s a long way out. What are you here for?” You said, sipping your drink with the little striped straw sticking out of it. Another reason why this club was your favorite.
“I’m just visiting. With my brothers.” His eyes fell to your lips on the straw.
Oblivious, you asked: “Are they here?” You craned your neck to look around the nightclub.
“Nah, this isn’t really their scene. There’s a big concert tomorrow night, though, downtown. Thought we’d drop in.” He took a big sip from his glass, finishing it off and asking the bartender to pour a couple of shots.
“Wait, is it the Sturniolo Triplets concert?” You asked, suddenly blazed with energy. He nodded. “I’m going too! I’m, like, their biggest fan ever.”
“Really?” The corner of Chris’s mouth ticked up in amusement.
“You know it’s actually kind of funny, the drummer from the band is named Chris too. He’s my favorite member.” The alcohol was causing you to rant way too much, it was kind of embarrassing. But Chris didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he listened and smiled, as if he found your rambling endearing.
“So you’re a fangirl.” He said, tilting his head at you.
You blushed. “Maybe a little.”
“You have good taste.” He smiled. “Shot?”
You nodded and quickly sucked down the rest of your vodka cranberry.
The next hour was a blur. You did more shots than you could count, met a few new friends, and danced with your ass pressed into Chris so closely that you could feel how hard he was.
His hands were on your waist when he lowered his mouth to your ear to whisper, “Bathroom?”
You nodded drunkenly, grabbing his hand with your own and pulling him off the dance floor.
You pushed open the door to the one-stall bathroom, no doubt as many couples before you had done. When you entered, you backed yourself up against the sink. Chris locked the door behind him, then walked up to you and slid his arms around your waist.
“Hi,” You giggled drunkenly.
“Hey,” Chris chuckled. Then he reached up and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. Gently. Almost with care.
His next move was not as careful.
He crashed his lips to yours. You responded, opening your mouth lightly with a surprised moan. He took that as a sign to slip in his tongue, and you met it with enthusiasm. It was messy, but the best kind. He teased you a bit, biting your plump bottom lip and tugging lightly.
When Chris finally pulled away for air, you were both breathing heavily, chests heaving up and down in time with each other. Your breath mingled in the space between your mouths. It felt oddly intimate. He ran his thumb over your swollen lips.
“Can I see you?” He asked. You were confused, then remembered the mask covering the top half of your face.
You nodded hesitantly. He reached up and lightly tugged at the ribbon that tied the mask to your face. He took it off gently and placed it on the closed sink behind you. Then his eyes rose to your face and he inhaled sharply.
“Fuck,” He faltered. “You’re beautiful.”
Your face went red. No guy had ever called you that before. Hot, sure. Sexy, yeah. But not beautiful. And here was Chris— who was about to be a one night stand, if even that— giving you the exact words you’d longed to hear from a guy for forever.
“You’re drunk.” You said, brushing it off.
“Yeah? ’m still sober enough to touch you, if you want.” He eyed you, gauging your reaction.
You felt your insides turn to jelly. You nodded desperately, feeling your panties starting to grow wet. You loved how forward he was.
He turned you around by the waist so you were facing the mirror. His hands found your hips as he kissed down your neck. One started to push up your top as the other unbuttoned your jean shorts and dipped in under your panties.
His hand continued its journey and pushed your top up until it was bunched above your breasts, now out in the open. He found his destination at your hardened nipple, which he brushed his thumb over lightly. Your breast fit in his hand like a puzzle piece.
“God, you have fucking perfect tits.” Chris groaned into your neck.
He rolled your nipple in between his pointer and thumb. Your back arched with a loud gasp and your hand flew up behind you to tangle in his hair at the back of his head.
While he played with your nipple, his other hand began to tease your aching clit with his middle finger. This caused a whimper to fall from your mouth, which he absorbed immediately by pressing his mouth onto yours.
Your left hand gripped the edge of the sink as your whole body tingled with arousal and pleasure, gasping as you bit your lip.
“Open your mouth, mama. I wanna hear this pretty little sounds you make.” Chris hummed into your ear.
As you obeyed, he slipped his middle finger inside you. You moaned in surprise, unable to stop it, and felt Chris smile. “There you go.”
“God— mmm— fuck, Chris.” You panted. Every sensation he was giving you was multiplied by 100 with the effects of the alcohol.
“Can you take another one, baby?” He cooed and kissed your cheek. You nodded desperately.
Now he pushed both his middle and his ring finger inside you, stretching you deliciously. He curled just perfectly and hit the spot that made you see stars.
You squeezed your eyes shut, unable to handle all the sensations at once. But Chris pulled his hand from your nipple and grabbed your jaw, gently forcing you to look into the mirror.
“Open your eyes. I want you to see how beautiful you look with my fingers fucking you.”
His words caused the coil in your stomach to pull tighter and tighter. You knew it was only a matter of time before it snapped and you came all over his fingers.
Your hips jerked up into his hand, chasing the feeling that his fingers were giving you. That, however, caused his fingers to hit a spot that made you break instantly.
You came with a loud moan, your knees shaking and both of your hands gripping the sink so hard that your knuckles turned white. You shook as waves of pleasure rushed through you, filling you with a sense of euphoria.
Your hair stuck to your sweaty forehead as you and Chris stayed like that for a moment, his fingers still inside of you. He finally pulled them out and licked them clean, making your stomach flip. Then he reached around you again and pulled up your zipper and redid your shorts button, gently.
You turned around to face him again. He stared at you in wonder, almost looking like he was in awe.
Suddenly, his phone started buzzing on his pocket. He pulled it out and glanced at it. “Shit,” He muttered. “I’m so sorry. I gotta go.”
“Wha—“ You started, but before you could finish the word, he’d leaned down and kissed you. You felt his fingers slip something into your back pocket.
“Text me!” He called on his way out the bathroom door.
You shook your head and pulled the folded piece of paper with Chris’ number out of your pocket. Something extra fell from it, onto the ground.
You wrinkled your brows and bent down to pick it up. As you straightened, your jaw dropped.
It was a backstage pass to the Sturniolo Triplet’s concert tomorrow night.
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