—·˚ ༘ Hatefully Yours. || C.S
summary: in which, you show a bratty attitude towards your enemy until chris had enough and resulted you to being wrecked.
CW: ⓘ SMUT, dom!chris, sub!reader, bickering, a lot of dirty talking, pet names (slut, princess, ma, etc.), p in v, oral sex (f&m receiving), making out, cursing, fingering, unprotected sex, spanking, etc. 「 english isn't my first language. 」
you don't even know why you and chris couldn't just have a normal conversation for once.
you weren't even sure why or how did you became enemies with him, but you definitely remembered before in freshmen year where he'd always called you names until anger fumed in you. and maybe that's the reason why you despise him until now. one of chris' reasons why he also dislikes you is because of your horrible, bratty ass attitude you showed to him.
you like talking back at him, roll your eyes, and even flip him the fuck off for absolutely no reason at all.
despite your hatred for chris, you pretty much got along with his brothers — nick and matt. the difference from the boys compared to chris is that they understand you and had always been so kindhearted to you. unlike chris, his attitude is annoyingly cocky and always pushed your buttons until now — to the point where you want to throw hands at him every time he opens his loud ass mouth.
"the fuck are you doin' here?" chris questioned you with annoyance in his tone already as he glared at you like you were a bottle of poison.
"nick invited me here, dumbass. said that we're gonna watch a movie." you snapped back.
chris' eyes so sharp, it could cut air as he clenched his jaw tightly and eyed you up and down.
"listen here you fucking bitch, you don't get to talk like that t'me." he fumed back with crossed arms, showing those biceps of his.
"i can talk like this to whoever i want."
"don' care, talk shit like that to anyone else just not me."
"you aren't the one who's controlling me, christopher."
"don't fucking-"
but as chris was supposed to finish his statement, nick groaned like a tired parent hearing his children argue. "chris don't even start." nick scolded and gave chris the look that can silence him. "i didn't even- she started it!" chris argued back.
"oh my god. can you just shut the fuck up?" a beat, then you added; "nick, where's matt and what movie are we gonna watch?"
chris shot you a glare like you were something so poisonous. "here!" matt chimed in, "oh, and we're gonna watch thrash, y'know that one shark movie?"
"okayy, let's watch now. can't wait" you responded as chris just rolled his eyes and plopped into the couch.
not even 30 minutes passed by and you're already being suuuch a scaredy cat when that one scene came in where dakota almost got devoured by the shark. chris? ohhh, he'd glance at you every minute since y'all were forced to sit together. "can you scoot over? jesus christ, you're taking up all my space." you demanded with annoyance in your tone. "shhh, the best part is about to show." nick said while munching on popcorn, eyes glued to the tv screen.
chris? he just ignored him and decided to argue with me to make things more louder with his cocky ass mouth. "you scoot over. this is my fuckin' house, y'dont get to tell me what to do.''
"you're taking up all of my space, and i don't care if this is your house. this is nick and matt's house too?"
"didn't ask. y'really can't slide your ass to the side or I'll do it for you?"
"stop talking about my ass, fuckface."
"call me that again, i dare you."
and so, you did call him a fuckface again. because honestly? he really is. his infuriating presence always annoyed you by the way he'd always make fun of you since y'all were in freshmen year, the way he finds a way to argue with you, and to always fill your day with conflict and irritation.
"fuckface." you stated again, this time with your tounge placed on your cheek as you shot him a bratty grin that would make his jaw clench.
"you're so payin' f'this."
"and why is that?" you responded, ready to make him mad using your bratty ass mouth.
"will you shut the fuck up for once?"
"nahhh, i never shut the fuck up."
"bet I'll make y'dirty lil' mouth to shut up."
"oh yeah? you aren't even serious about this and you keep acting like a child. and now you think I'm gonna follow you and shut up? oh please."
"keep actin' like a brat and see where the fuck it gets ya." chris fumed with a low tone and crossed his arms while eyeing you up and down.
"will y'all ever stop arguing and acting like babies?" matt snapped at you and chris as nick kept his lips sealed shut together.
"not my fault."
"yes the fuck it is your fault, chris." you narrow your eyes at him, your blood boiling and fuming with anger. "oh, jesus." nick sighed.
an hour passed by and chris' brothers were knocked out on the couch. as chris kept his gaze to the tv screen, he glanced over at nick and matt, realizing that they fell asleep already. now it's just you and him.
you and him watching a movie — out of all people in the world, great.
chris' eyes found you munching on popcorn as you were so focused into watching the whole ass movie. his eyes roamed over your body — how those tiny shorts hugged your round ass. how that tank top clung to your curves and revealed your cleavage. how your hair fell down naturally from your shoulders to your waist. how plump and pink your lips looked.
and damn, that turned him on.
as he continued to stare at you with something dangerous in his eyes, you finally noticed. you stopped munching on popcorn and looked at him with confusion. "what?" you questioned with one hundred percent attitude in your tone.
chris stood up and chuckled low and tired. "y'know ma," he clicks his tounge with his teeth and added that annoying tiny smirk, curling up to his lips. "you don' have to be so full of yourself. y'really got a high pride, yeah?"
"i don't care about your opinion, chris."
"never asked if you cared, ma. relax for a lil' bit, will ya?" he sat beside you, not really far, but definitely enough to feel the heat of each other's bodies.
"one, i don't give two fucks about anyone. two, don't fucking tell me what to do, i ain't relaxing." you crossed your arms and standing up, looking up at him slightly with eyes full of annoyance.
"ohh, so you wanna give me alot attitude, huh? bet i can make it vanish in seconds." he responded, crossing his arms too like he's challenging you.
"oh shut up, i don't have time for your bullshit." you raised an eyebrow.
this is the problem between you two. arguing all the time, having a conflict every fucking second, blaming each other for whoever started the argument. but what you both don't know is that when y'all aren't fighting and standing close together, both of you has the urge to just crash into each other's lips and forget that you hate him, and that he hates you.
chris clenched his jaw tightly and suddenly grabbed you by your wrist, you tried to free yourself but he's way too strong. "hey! what the fuck is your problem—" "be fucking quiet, bitch." he demanded as he clamps your mouth shut while leading you to his room.
and honestly? you didn't fight back for once and let him take you anywhere.
'cause you somehow wanted this for so long.
"now that my dumbass brothers are knocked out," he shut the door with his foot and walked towards you, causing you to step back until you sat at the edge of his bed. "let's see if i can make that devilish and sarcastic attitude of yours go away."
"you wouldn't." you remarked.
"ohh but i would." he mockingly cooed as he walked closer until his hands found the waist band of your shorts, playing with it all while keeping his eyes locked into yours. "let me guess. no panties, hm?" he glanced at the visible wetness at the center of your shorts and plastered a cocky smirk on his face.
"shut up.." you responded with embarrassment and yeah, you're soaking wet.
"watch y'mouth, baby." he responded, voice thick with lust as he gently grabbed your jaw and crashed his lips into yours which caused you to whimper in response. hearing that noise from you made him groan, his sound rumbling to his chest as he sat on his bed and placed you on top of him. gripping your waist that is definitely gonna leave red marks later.
his room is filled with his groans and your whimpers, deep kisses — teeth clashing together as your tounges danced. chris pulled away and his breathing is now uneven and sharp. he gently got you off him as you looked at him with confusion. "what-" but just as you were gonna finish your question, he pulled your tiny ass shorts off, revealing your soaking wet cunt glistening in front of him. "fuck, you're so wet f'me." he licked his bottom lip and bit on it slightly.
you moaned in response as he bent his knees on the ground and gave you a teasing lick to your folds. "shit, i ain't doin' anything yet and you're wet? jesus, this is gon' be sooo fun, baby." he murmured against your skin.
"don't get ahead of yourself." you say with that attitude coming back.
"last warning, ma."
"no, i'd rather— ohhh..- f-fuck, chris—" you moaned as he skillfully worked his tounge on your clit without a warning. his straight, long nose nuzzling to your swollen bud, chin glistening with your arousal. you ran a hand through his soft, fluffy hair which made him groan against your skin. the vibrations of his voice made you throw your head back with a whimper. "fuck, you taste sooo good, ma." he murmured as he began to suck and plant open-kisses to your cunt. "chris...-" you say his name like a prayer with that breathy voice of yours. "sooo fuckin' responsive f'me." he praised, causing you to moan as he placed two fingers inside you, fingers pumping in and out in a fast pace as he curls his fingers to the spot you're so weak for.
"ohh fuckk— mhmmp.." a loud moan came out from you when he added another finger. your hands tangling in his hair as your eyes rolled back along with your head. "thereee is the spot, hm? m'gonna take note of it nextime" he said. "chris.. I'm gonna-" but just as you were about to finish, chris pulled his fingers away. the cold air brushed your cunt and felt so empty. "ah ah ah. you don't get to come, especially with how your dirty ass mouth talked to me? nahhh." chris cut you off while licking his lips and fingers clean, savoring the taste of you. "gonna show me else what you can do with that dirty mouth, smartass?"
you nodded, standing up and stumbling with your steps as you kneeled down. chris pulled his sweatpants off with your help — the visible bulge of his cock already hard as a rock. his cock sprang free and was much more bigger and longer than you think. "holy shit chris.." you swallowed hard. "who knew you can be suuuch a slut f'me?" he looked down at you as you gripped his length and gave him a kitty lick before fully taking him in your mouth. "yeaaah just like that..- oh fuck you're doing so well f'me—" he praised you, which made you let out a muffled moan in response.
his veiny hands found your soft hair and made a makeshift ponytail as you took him deeper, causing you to gag and tear up. "keep makin' those noises, ma. fuck you're doing so good- holy shiiit.." he groaned and threw his head back but immediately faced you again because there's no way he's not gonna see you choke and gag on his cock.
you bobbed your head up and down with hollowed cheeks and tears coming from your eyes. "mhmmp..—" you made a muffled noise. chris was quick to wipe your tears with his thumb as your other hand gripped his shaft, pumping it up and down as he moaned of how good you were at this. "fuuuck.. y'gonna make me so- shiit— so fucking insane." your gaze met his eyes squeezed shut
but there's one thing that chris wanted the most. it was to be inside you right now. "aight. fuck i can't-" he gently pulled your hair backwards which made your mouth distance away from his dick with a pop. you looked up at him with confusion. "on the bed. now." he demanded "but chris-" you tried to protest, but he immediately cut you off. "i said now." he dictated, voice rough and rasped up.
you immediately stood up and almost stumbled. you took your top off, followed by chris' shirt rustling and thrown somewhere on the floor. "gonna make you forget everyone else but me." he declared with that shit-eating grin that always made you fold into pieces. "ass up, face down. hurry up." and you instantly followed what he demanded. you pressed your cheek to his pillow and bent your knees to reveal him a full view of your thick and round ass. "shit, i admire this view s'much. we'd be like this all the time if your attitude didn't budge in, hm?" you whimpered in response as you clenched around nothing.
"fuck.. you're enjoying this s'much, ain't ya?" chris leaned down and whispered to your ear, voice thick with lust. "shut up.."
"why? can't handle the emptiness?" he said as he gripped his shaft and teased your entrance, only pushing in his tip just to tease you.
both of you, actually.
"chris, don't tease.." you coaxed in that breathy voice. "y'want it real bad, huh baby?" chris asked, pulling out before you can clench around him causing you to whine in neediness. "beg for it, you fucking slut." he said while guiding his dick to your clit to rub it up and down.
but of course you refused to beg. with all that shitty attitude of yours? yeah no, you weren't a fan of begging for someone — you always get what you want without having to plea. but with chris? no.
ohhh no.
he is ready to punish you for your actions you showed to him and is definitely gonna stop with this if he isn't gonna hear you begging and acting like a good girl for him.
"f'course you wanna act all tough. beg for it, or otherwise I'll stop." he seriously said, voice thick with dominance. his cock continued to tease you and pushed in just a little bit before pulling away again. you let out a frustrated moan but still refused to yearn for him to be inside you.
"you ain't beggin'?" he bit his lip with a slight grin curling up his lips. "aight, suit yourself ma." he pulled away with a smirk. "wait no— please chris, I'm begging you.." you begged while looking back from your shoulder. "please what, baby?" chris teased, gripping his length again and slowly stroking it.
"fuck you, you know what i mean." you groaned weakly. "then say it properly, you fucking slut." chris snapped back as he slapped the left side of your ass, leaving a red handprint. the sharp sound filled up the room as you jolted and moaned "..please put it in, i want to feel you deep inside me. please chris, please."
"i know you can beg harder than that, whore." another sharp slap hits your ass again, this time on the right side — harder and rougher. a mixed gasp and moaned escaped from you again, silently enjoying this part.
"fuck! please chris, please.. I'm begging you— i wanna feel you so fucking deep inside of me. please please-" hearing you beg sent shivers on chris' spine — he wasn't used to you being like this, but he sure is ready to bust one out in you.
"yeaaah that's what i thought." he said while guiding his thick cock on your entrance. "you're my good fucking—" before he can finish his sentence, he finally snapped his dick inside you without a warming, causing you to moan softly. "—girl. " he finally said as he continued to pound you from behind. his hand gripped your hips roughly that is one hundred percent gonna leave marks later. he admired how your ass recoils his hips, and how you're struggling to adjust his size.
your walls are squeezing him tightly like a vice as he threw his head back from satisfaction. "c-chris— mhmm.. so- so good—" you coaxed with a breathy moan. "fuuuck.. y'so tight— she's squeezing me soo fucking tight...—" he said as he pulled your hair from behind to arch your back more and to clearly hear your moans and whimpers.
chris pulled back, only to push in deeply again. his pace was rough and fast, rough enough to make your vision go white and to punish you. "y'doin good ma, being such a good girl f'me.." he praised, which escaped a moan from you "chris.. fuck— i can't-" you whimpered as chris slapped your ass again softly. "cmon y'got this, gorgeous. where'd that attitude go, hm?"
his room was mixed with your breathy moans, and his soft grunts. "fuuuck.. look at you, so fucking weak for my dick. i dare you to talk back to me, princess." he challenged as he continued to keep up with his pace and muttering a curse word with that breathy voice.
you shook your head weakly and refused to challenge him. "no?" he teasingly asked "n-no— ohh mhmmm fuuck!" you moaned loudly when his cock went deep, hitting your g-spot over an over again. "shiit you're being a fucking good girl f'me." he said as he flipped you over with surprising strength. the position is now in missionary. he continued to slide his dick in and out of you as you held his shoulder for support.
you breasts bouncing up and down with impact as he leaned down and suck on of your hardened nipples. "chris— please.." he pulled away with a pop and locked eyes with you. "please what, gorgeous?" "please don't- don't stop.. -" you said, followed up by a whimper. "ain't plannin' to stop." he teasingly said with that shit-eating grin and bit his lips before sucking your hardened nipple again. he pulled away again and found his thumb between your legs, tracing tight circles around your clit as you arched your back more and squeezing your eyes — throwing your head back and facing away from him.
"don't you fuckin' dare look away, you slut." he said, voice rough and low as his vivienne westwood necklace dangles on your face. he continued to fuck your harder and faster now, making you tremble and moan loudly.
you felt the knot in your stomach tighten as he locked eyes with you, and he felt the both of you getting closer to the edge. he continued to slide his cock in and out of your throbbing clit with a grunt. his fastened pace made you moan loudly while gripping his sheets for dear life. "fuuuckk— I'm gettin' closer." his hands fly on your hips to guide you since you were squirming. finally, with one hard thrust of his hips against yours, the knot on your stomach finally snapped. his length twitching inside you as he painted your sticky, swollen walls white with his release and admires it like it's a masterpiece.
he pulled away from you and breathed heavily "holy shit.." he said as he dropped his head on his pillow. you tried to stand up, but you ended up wincing and sitting on the edge of his bed. "i fucking hate you." you said with a breathy tone like you weren't being wrecked seconds ago. "that's the result if you keep up with your attitude." he smirked and pulled you gently by your wrist, his face nuzzled on your shoulder and pulled the blanket upward — covering your and his body.
"and nahhh.. you don't hate me, I'm just hatefully yours."
a/n: UGHHH he sounds so delicious. btw, this is my first fanfic yayy (pls bear with me, and i hope y'all liked this!)
