mars

a/n: this is very very very slightly inspired by the chappell roan song but not too much... apologies if some parts have mistakes i didn't read this at all 😭 this also might be the last time i write for christina so also sorry about that but here is mostly bottom christina as requested

summary: before you leave for your work dinner, christina looks at you in a way that leaves you wondering if you should go back home to her. you are right

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Coming home early from my work dinner isn't how I imagined my night would go.

Through somewhat obsessive office gossip and sips of wine, a slurry of texts from Christina began to flood my phone. Her telling me how much she missed me, how badly she wished I was there.

I saw how she looked at me when I left, eyes wandering over my figure after she pressed lingering kisses to my lips. She looked at me like her mind was betraying her, like she couldn't scrub the desire she was trying to force down off her face.

That only made it harder to stay.

Sure, I was having a good enough time, but I couldn't stop thinking about how much better it would be with her. Something in me couldn't bear to leave her how I thought she might be.

After lying that I had a migraine, I found myself tapping my fingers on the dashboard, mindlessly driving home.

As soon as I unlock the door, I hear a frantic rustling of sheets and the tv coming on in our bedroom.

"Baby, I'm home a little early," I call from the kitchen, setting the keys down on the counter before walking towards our room.

Christina sits flustered in our bed, blankets pooled around her and chest heaving like a kid caught doing something wrong.

"Hi," she says, breathlessly.

She doesn't answer.

I walk over to the bed, amused, trying to pretend I didn't know what she was doing.

Her hand stays tucked under the sheets.

"What's in your hand?" I ask, with my voice low, our faces inches away from each other's.

Her dark eyes are unwavering as I place my hand on hers. She pulls out the other and turns it over to reveal her bullet vibrator, the tip of it shiny with slick. The corner of her mouth turns up.

"Did you finish?" I ask, my eyes making their way back up to her guilty expression.

"No," she whispers. Her face pulls slightly to the side like she's resisting the urge to look away. Still gently pressing our hands together, I can feel her buzzing with need.

"Do you want some help?" I ask like I don't already know the answer.

"Please," she breathes, almost panting.

I push the comforter down the bed, brushing my fingers across her thighs as she pulls me towards her.

I kiss her the way I know she wanted me to earlier, open-mouthed and warm and lasting. She moans into my mouth and I can feel her tasting the red wine on my tongue. She presses deeper like she'd wanted this forever.

"You're a mess," I murmur, pulling away and dragging my mouth to her neck. I find the hem of her shirt as I press sloppy, distracted kisses to her collarbone and she leans forward, letting me pull the shirt over her neck.

My mouth is on her again and she falls back against the bed as my lips trail down her chest. I drag my tongue against her demanding skin, tracing along her breast and taking a peaked nipple into my mouth. She gasps and arches her back against my mouth, cool air pricking at my lips when I pull away.

I don't linger for too long, continuing to move down her body, tucking my fingers into her waistband. I toss her shorts aside and dip my head between her legs as she lets them fall open.

I press short kisses to her inner thigh. "You're so wet, my love," feeling her gasp as I slowly approach her most sensitive point, "you really couldn't wait for me?"

"I couldn't help it, you just looked really good when you left and I missed you too much," she says, voice breathy and whiny.

"It's okay, baby, I'm here now." I reassure her before running my tongue along her dripping cunt, my tongue flat and unhurried.

She moans when I reach her clit, but almost winces when I go back down and drag my tongue along her folds, lapping up her slick. I don't want to keep her waiting, but where's the fun in not seeing her like this?

I think she finally breaks when I close my lips around her clit.

"Oh, fuck," she moans, her elbow that she's using to prop herself up staggering. I wrap her arms around her thighs, pulling her more flush against my mouth, and I can feel her getting even more desperate.

Her back hits the mattress as I keep going, fingers buried in my hair, moaning and tugging at the strands. I bring my hand between us and press two fingers inside her while my tongue works at her clit, drawing another moan out of her.

Within seconds, her orgasm is ripping through her. Her hips writhe down uncontrollably and I pull back to watch her come undone, still pumping my fingers inside her. Once she comes down, she looks at me, chest heaving even harder than earlier.

I press a kiss to her knee and smile. “So, are you gonna make it up to me for starting without me?” 

"I might have some ideas," she laughs.

I come up to kiss her and she sighs as she tastes herself on my lips. Once she pulls away, she tries to get up to go get something, but is quickly distracted by me bringing my slick fingers up to my mouth. I push them seductively past my lips, my tongue swirling around them to clean them off. Her lips part softly as she watches, utterly fixated, and I smirk seeing how this is affecting her.

"You taste so fucking good, baby," I say before leaning towards her and grabbing her jaw, kissing her. She kisses back with the kind of hungry desperation that tells me she'd do anything I ask of her.

She grasps at the front of my shirt as I kiss her, and I climb off of her to undress, watching her take the opportunity to pull her harness out of the nightstand drawer. She gets off the bed and slides the leather up her legs, fastening the harness around her hips. Once she turns around, I'm already kneeled on the bed in nothing but a white lace thong, waiting to pull her in close.

She climbs back into the bed and I pull her roughly towards me by the waist, her cock pressing against me.

"Are you gonna fuck me or not?" I whisper.

"What do you think?" she whispers back, rocking her hips forward, the friction drawing a sharp exhale from my nose.

I waste no time straddling her, my hips hovering over her strap as I lean down to kiss her, soft and lingering. She groans as she paws at the wetness she can feel through my lacy thong. I pull back, my hair falling around my face, and keep my hand resting on her cheek.

Before Christina can do anything, I cup my hand under my mouth and let a glistening string of saliva trail from my lips to my palm. As I reach down and smear it along the length of her cock, I keep my gaze on hers. She looks hypnotized and pathetic in a way that makes me not know what to do with myself anymore.

"Such a good girl waiting for me," I praise as I pull my hand from between us.

"Please," she begs, setting a hand firm on my hip.

"You're begging to fuck me?" I ask, finally starting to pull my thong to the side, making Christina's breath hitch.

"Obviously," she breathes, her grip tightening on my skin.

I don't respond and instead slowly start to sink down on her cock. I exhale roughly, eyebrows pulling in slightly as I take it deeper.

"Fuck, baby," she groans softly, her eyes glued to where her length is disappearing into my cunt. She shifts her hips a little, like she's trying to get a reaction out of me.

I whimper softly, barely enough for her to hear, but I still see her trying to bite back a smile.

"You're so impatient, baby," I tease, "you really want it that bad?"

I lean forward to rest my hands on her chest before sinking back down onto her cock.

Leaning my weight into my hands, I start to slowly rock my hips, easing her cock in and out of me. I moan softly, biting my lip as I build a slow rhythm.

Christina watches me attentively, like something's so satisfying about watching me use her cock to get off exactly how I want.

I roll my hips a little faster, my chest heaving. My head falls back in pleasure, desperate moans escaping from my lips.

"God," I moan, burying a hand in her hair.

"You're so fucking beautiful," she says, drinking me in. The slick sound of her cock pumping in and out of me starts to fill the room and I pull myself closer to Christina to thrust her into me deeper.

"God, you're so good, baby," I gasp.

"You look so pretty riding my cock," Christina says with her gaze locked on my face.

“I’m close,” I whine. My movements are becoming less coordinated, and my hips start to stutter. Christina reaches down between us to circle my clit, and it only takes a few seconds before I'm crashing over the edge. I slump forward against her, a sharp moan catching in my throat, and my body twitches as my climax tears through me.

Christina leans back against the pillows, pulling me down with her, and I press my cheek into her chest, trying to catch my breath.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," Christina mumbles. "Wait, why'd you come home so early? Not that I'm complaining, but did something happen?"

a/n: this came to me in a dream (christina is a little tiny bit mean at times in this but hopefully not too much i couldn't bring myself to write that well)

summary: christina gets frustrated with you when she tries to help you with your work and you still can't get it. because of that, you end up in the bedroom

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Christina scrawls formulas and words onto my notebook against the dark wooden table like prayers of desperation.

She looks at me with the big doe eyes she makes when she wants something either for or from me, tapping the paper with her pen.

"So, you got it? You think you can do it now?"

She's helping me with my work, the stuff that she did working up to her position, the stuff that flows naturally for her but gets me stuck.

"I think so. I think what you did here is a good enough starting point, I'll just work from there." I say, although my confidence comes out sounding threatened.

"Okay," Christina responds, face already turned away, eyebrows slightly raised, "I'll get back to making dinner. Let me know if you need more help."

She steps away, back to the stove. I stare at her slightly smudged notes on my paper, trying to put everything together. My brain buzzes with static.

I can feel her looking at me. Through steam rising from the pot, Christina is watching me get absolutely nowhere on the work that seems so simple I must be the problem.

"Baby?" I ask softly, muffled by the sleeves of my sweater pressed against my face.

"Hmm?" Christina sighs like she already knows what I need."

"I'm sorry, baby, I just really don't get this. I don't want to waste your time, but it's really hard for me." I apologize.

"It's okay, love. Do you want me to show you again, or should we take a break?" she exhales.

"Can you just come show me really quick? I'll try to get it from there, I promise." I say, my nervous, apologetic tone threatening to take control.

"Sure, baby." Christina answers, faint smile on her face.

She comes around the counter again, writes down a few more notes, kisses me, and goes back to cooking. 

As soon as she walks away, my feeling of security shatters. The letters and numbers jumble together again, sweeping me up and leaving me lost.

The worst part isn't that I don't get it, but that I feel like I can't ask for help. 

I drop my head down to the table and rest limp, the scent of olive oil and pasta sauce tucking itself under my nose. I can hear Christina sigh at me giving up again, at me not getting the work that should be so easy to understand.

She turns off the stove and walks behind me.

"Oh my god," she whispers, tinged with frustration, "you still can't get it? Come on."

Before I can respond, she picks me up, startling me. My legs brush against her biceps for a moment as she carries me to the dimly lit bedroom. I hover over the bed before she rests me down on the mattress, not hard, but not gently.

"What am I going to do with you? I mean, I just get so frustrated when you can't do something like that because what will you be able to do at work? It worries me." Christina huffs.

"I'm sorry, I was really trying my best, I just get kind of distracted—" I apologize.

"You were trying your best?" she responds like she thinks I'm lying.

"Yes, I promise I was..." I reply, slightly turning my head away.

"It didn't look like it. Maybe you can show me again once I'm done with you. Right now, you're going to take your punishment like the good, perfect girl that you are. You want that, don't you?" she says sternly.

I did want it.

"Yes, please, baby... I need it—" is all I could get out before she forces me onto my knees.

"You're gonna take whatever I give you tonight." she answers.

I lean in to kiss her, in hopes of making things a little better, but she swats me away.

"None of that right now. You're mine, okay? After, we can kiss all you want." she says, gaze turned ice cold.

"And take those clothes off." she adds.

I nod and start to slip my clothes off, lounge shorts, tank top, and the plush sweater I brushed against my face earlier.

Christina's face softens when she sees me like this.

"God, baby, you look so pretty... you're such a perfect girl for me." she admitted, tone struggling to stay stern. "Wait here. Let me go get something." 

She goes into the closet and rummages in a drawer before walking back into the room, strap dangling from the harness and vibrator in her hand.

She leans over the bed and pins me down to the mattress, hands brushing against my bare skin and the frame creaking under her weight.

Putting on the harness, dildo slicked with lube, she locks eyes with me and kneels between my parted legs.

I wince as she suddenly thrusts in, sucking cool air through my teeth; a sudden, filling sensation that feels so painfully amazing I don't know if I want her to ever stop.

"That's it, baby, take my cock just like that..." Christina moans.

It starts to become too much; too fast, too full, too deep. Breathy whimpers escape from the back of my throat before I can stop them, my eyes going glassy as Christina looks straight into them.

"What's wrong, baby?" she starts, with mock sympathy, "You can slack off on your work, but you can't take mommy's cock?"

With a roll of her hips, she keeps her pace and picks up the vibrator. When she turns it on and presses it onto my clit, my vision swirls and everything I'm feeling channels into one sharp point. My moans come out in choking sobs, only for Christina to roll her eyes.

"Look at you, your pussy's so needy, puppy— you like this, don't you? Because I'm not fucking stopping until I'm finished." she growls, words brushing across my ear.

Pressure builds in my abdomen and the glint disappearing from Christina's eyes shows me that she can tell too.

"Christina— mommy, I'm gonna c—"

Before I can finish my sentence, she pulls out of me and turns off the vibrator in one swift motion. I cry out at the sudden shock, hole clenching around nothing. The sudden absence feels like sand in my veins, leaving me teary-eyed.

"Please, baby, I wanted to cum— what the fuck was that for?" I exhale shakily.

As soon as I say that, my face gets hot. She can't stand when I curse at her.

Her eye twitches with frustration. "What did you say? We're not doing this. You don't fucking cum until I let you, got it? If you do, I'll go even longer." 

I don't respond.

"I said, got it?" Christina huffs.

"Yes, mommy, I got it. Will you keep fucking me? Please?" I plead.

I let out a trembling whimper when she puts it back in. Once she turns the vibrator on again, my mind clouds and all I want is for this to never end.

"Oh my god, that feels so good, please— keep fucking me just like that, right there, don't stop—" I babble as Christina smirks.

"Yeah? You're so needy, baby, I can't get enough of this pussy. Can you sit up for me?" she responds.

I act quickly. Christina gets on the bed and rests on the headboard, motioning for me to come closer. 

"I want you to ride me," she starts, "and touch yourself while you do it.

With only a moan, I lower myself onto her cock, immediately wincing at how deep it's going. My hand quickly finds my clit, rubbing it in tight circles that only amplify the pleasure already building.

"You look so pretty bouncing on my cock, baby, keep going..." she praises, a stark contrast to her previous tone and actions.

I can tell this gets to her. Watching me struggle, imagining how I might feel inside— her breath grows louder and more ragged by the minute.

We both get closer to the edge, though mine is an overwhelming, gnawing pleasure and hers is softer, the right amount of stimulation.

"Baby— I can't. It's too much, I'm so close." I whine, slowing my movements, hand grazing my sensitive skin.

"That's okay. I want you to cum for me, baby, let it all go for me." she croons against my ear.

My orgasm rips through me, movements becoming less coordinated, hips stuttering. I slump forward against her shoulder, feeling it buzz with warmth against my chin. Sharp moans catch in my throat as she brings her hips up to sneak in a few more slow thrusts. 

Before I can say anything, my pussy still throbbing, Christina picks me up and lightly places me on my back on the bed.

"Please, puppy, I just need a little more... I'm almost there." she begs.

She keeps fucking me, more relaxed this time, and I moan, chest heaving as I'm sprawled out over the sheets while she fucks me. I reach up to knead her breast, thumb running over her peaked nipple.

She gasps and moans louder at my touch, throwing her head back when she finally cums. As the waves of her orgasm lap at her neck, she slowly thrusts in and out of my dripping pussy, savoring the moment. 

Once she finally takes it out, before I know it, I'm propped up on my knees. She pushes her strap covered in my juices past my lips, watching me struggle to take it in my mouth.

"God, baby, you look so fucking beautiful like this. Such a sloppy, pathetic mess for mommy, aren't you? Just keep cleaning your cum off my cock for me." Christina instructs.

Her cock hits the back of my throat as she pushes my head in. I look up at her, big-eyed and eager, dutifully sucking all my cum into my mouth. 

She pulls away, a string of spit connecting my mouth to her strap. 

"Are you still wet? Will you let me taste you now?" she asks.

I can't bring myself to respond. All I do is part my legs for her, leaving room for her head.

She plants soft, apologetic kisses along the inside of my thighs, making me shiver and want her mouth on my soaked pussy even more. She looks at me in my eyes and presses a long, slow stripe against my clit, the kind of touch that leaves me anticipating even more, that makes me realize there's no stopping or going back from here.

Then she goes in like she's starving. She plants her mouth on my pussy, licking and sucking at my most sensitive points.

She drags her tongue up my folds, lapping up the slick running down onto the sheet. I moan once she reaches my clit again, her lips closing around it and sending a hum through my thighs. Warm pleasure starts building up in me again as she swirls her tongue around. She brings two fingers up to my clit, switching her tongue's focus to be lower, pushing me even closer to the edge.

"Fuck, baby, keep going just like that. I'm so close already, don't stop—" I whine as my back slumps down onto the mattress, my body relaxing to make room for the overwhelming sensation building between my legs.

I reach down and bury my fingers in Christina's hair, soft curls resting against my fingertips as I moan her name.

"Christina— Christina, please, fuck— I'm gonna cum." draws out from my throat, a guttural exclamation that causes Christina to chuckle knowingly against my skin.

My hips writhe uncontrollably, Christina pulling back slightly to watch me come undone, keeping her fingers circling my clit to work me through it. 

I look down at her once I come down, my chest heaving as she looks up at me lovingly through her eyelashes.

She crawls up onto the bed next to me, her warm skin resting against mine, reaching over to cradle my face. 

"I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier," Christina apologizes where I can see the true guilt pooling in her eyes, "I didn't mean it at all."

I bury my face in her shoulder. "That's okay, baby, I knew you didn't mean it."

Her hands drop to my waist, sending sparks through my bare skin. She kisses me, closing the distance like she's been desperate to the entire time. 

The kiss deepens like she's making up for every second she forced herself to wait.

"You're such a good girl for me, you know that? My perfect, sweet girl. I'll do anything for you, anything you want." Christina says, words gentle and sincere against my cheek.

She presses one last kiss to my lips, so loving and soft that I could stay like this forever.

She sighs once she parts from me, still resting her nose against mine. "So," she starts, "do you still want my help on your work? I'll stay with you for as long as you need. Then we can have dinner."

"That sounds great," I murmured closely. "I love you."

"I love you too, princess." she responds, looking at me with adoration. "Okay, let's go before we forget. I think if I stay here any longer with you I won't want to get up again. And our clothes probably won't go back on for a while."

I can't help but smirk at that.

"Yeah, because you can never stop touching me." I laugh, trying my hardest to roll my eyes.

"That's true,"

a/n: this drove me insane bc i actually love her nose way too much so it's not great

summary: pretty self explanatory you ride christinas nose

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She sits, legs lazily spread apart and back melting into the cushions. She looks perfect, sculpted nose, sculpted curves.

It drives me insane how unaware she is of how beautiful she looks.

I finally bring myself to walk over to her. I climb onto her lap, shifting my weight atop her. 

"Hi, baby." Christina smirks, almost knowing.

Although I know she doesn't.

"Are you okay?" Her tone changes slightly, sweeter and less teasing.

"I'm more than okay," I whisper, "you look so good right now."

She looks at me, eyebrows raised. She knows what I want. 

Christina leans in and kisses me, slow and deep. Our hair intertwined, her warm hands slide against the fabric of my shirt and it's like we have all the time in the world. She hums softly against my lips, absentmindedly tilting her head forward.

Her grip on my waist tightens. My breath hitches as she lifts her hips up. I can't help but groan with her sudden movement. 

She laughs, burying her head into my shoulder.

I press closer, straddling her, kisses getting messier in seconds like Christina is afraid to let go.

Her face is flush with admiration, softening when I run my thumb across her cheek. 

I pull away suddenly, startling her. 

"Come on, baby, let's go to the bedroom." I say. "Up, up, baby." 

She blinks at me, stunned. I grab her and lead her to our room, hands slipping away as she follows me. 

I toss myself onto the bed and I can see her realize she can't control herself.

She leans over me, both hands pressed gently against my face, and kisses me. She stays like this for a while, melting against my mouth, until the hunger starts to creep into her touch.

Christina settles next to me on the bed and turns over to keep kissing me. Her hands start to drift down my body, roaming slowly.

She's taking her clothes off before I know it. Sat up on the mattress, her biceps catch the sunlight filtering through the window as she takes her shirt off. I look up at her in awe.

Before she's even finished, she captures my stares. "Are you not going to take yours off?" 

I don't respond. Instead, I absentmindedly take my own clothes off, leaving them draped over the bed frame.

She pauses.

"God, baby," she breathes, "You look so fucking amazing." 

Her words send me over the edge. Christina barely has time to think before I push her back onto the bed.

She lands on her back, looking up at me, stunned.

I crawl over her, planting kisses onto her neck before I press my palms into the mattress by her shoulders. 

Her breath trips over itself as I twirl her hair behind her ears.

I inch myself closer to her face. She doesn't say a word, just looks at me helplessly, chest rising and falling. 

"Can I?" I ask.

She nods immediately, breath stuttering.

I lower onto her face, feeling her tongue flatten and nose brush against me.

I gasp, head flung back, trying to keep myself upright.

"Holy shit, that feels so good—" I say, breathless.

Her pace quickens like she doesn't know what she's doing to me. I know she does. She looks up at me through her eyelashes, mouth moving desperately as if she were starving. Her hands dig deeper into my waist when she feels me rocking back and forth. 

My arm reaches down, fingers tucked through her hair as broken, helpless sounds escape from my throat. Her nose is pressed deliciously against my clit, tongue pressed deep. 

"You're doing so good for mommy, baby," she croons, "but don't cum just yet."

I whine before I can stop myself. She laughs against me, the vibration crashing against my dripping pussy.

She keeps her speed, deliberately licking the spot that makes me moan the loudest. She knows her way around my body and she's never afraid to use that.

"God, I love hearing you struggle," she chuckles, "you don't even know how much you turn me on."

Everything breaks me. Her words, the way she's touching me, the overwhelming pleasure.

"Are you going to cum? Fucking whore." Christina scoffs. "Fine. You've been so good for me I don't know what else to do with you."

"Thank you, mommy, thank you— oh my god. Right there, right fucking there, you're gonna make me cum—" I choke, hips stuttering.

She just holds me tighter, holding me steady against her face. She doesn't stop or slow down. She fucks me through it, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. 

This is exactly where she wants me.

I collapse forward, forehead nuzzled against hers. She slides her hand up my back, tracing lazy circles against my skin.

"Was that okay? I hope it wasn't too much." Christina whispers.

"Yeah, more than okay, actually..." I say, chest heaving as I catch my breath.