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˙⋆ ₊ ⵌ in which chris gets a little jealous when him and his actor girlfriend watch one of her scenes.
↳ bf!chris x actor!gf ✦﹒𓂃
warnings: nsfw, making out, grinding, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t do it), cumming inside, lmk if i forgot anything!
chris’ eyes are shooting daggers at the screen. it seemed like he hadn’t blinked since they started watching. he watches his girlfriend on the screen, sat on some dudes lap, kissing him so believably.
his girlfriend watches intensely, quietly critiquing her acting in her head. she didn’t know if it seemed real, it was awkward kissing another guy. she tried to put her best effort in but all she could think about while shooting was chris.
speaking of chris, she glances over at him, trying to get a glimpse into his head. she watches as his eyes scan the scene in front of him, jaw clenched. she can’t help but feel a bit guilty. how would she feel if it was chris making out with some girl?
on the screen she has her hands wrapped around her co-stars neck, legs on either side of him. his hands rested on her hips. she cringes at the site, looking over at chris again.
he turns to face her at the same time, jealousy panging through him. he hates everything about this. she was his girl, his alone.
“was this one take?” chris asks, not really wanting to know the answer. just the thought of her doing this over and over pisses him off.
“uh, like 4,” she says hesitantly. chris just sighs quietly, barely audible. he turns back to the screen, trying to get through this scene.
the scene wraps up and chris has a subtle frown on his face. he glances over at his girlfriend and she turns to him, sensing his eyes on her. “what is it?” she asks, noticing his demeanor.
“c’mere.” he leans back against the couch. he gently lifts his hips up to adjust his position.
she gets up from her spot, moving over to him. she straddles his lap, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. he pulls her down for a kiss. it was gentle and sweet, his hands on her waist.
she quickly melts into the kiss, their mouths move in sync, sending butterflies to her stomach.
she pulls away for a second, “you’re so jealous,” a small grin on her face as she admires his features. strands of hair fall in front of his pretty eyes.
“how could i not be, that’s our thing” his hands drop a little lower to her hips, tracing her upper thigh with his thumb.
“our thing?” she asks in amusement.
he looks at her with that stupid grin on his face, “mhm, posed to be my special girl.” he gives a fake pout.
“i am ur special girl..”
“yeah?” his grin grows.
“yeah.” she breaths out.
she leans back in, connecting their lips again. his hands drag up her back, pulling her even closer. the kiss is slow but still intense. she’d been so busy these past two weeks, leaving barely any time for him.
she can feel her body getting hotter, his hands felt like fire on her. she missed him so bad.
she was wearing a short silk nightdress, it rode up her legs, piling up around her hips as his hand moves towards her inner thigh, slipping under. they’ve yet to pull away from the kiss.
he starts to rub her through her underwear, the dark patch of wetness growing bigger. he pulls them to the side, inserting his middle finger slowly.
their mouths separate as she lets out a low gasp, “chris..”
he doesn’t respond, their lips reconnecting. he continues to slowly push his fingers in and out, curving them at the perfect spot every time.
she could feel him getting hard beneath her. as she slowly grinds against him and his fingers. he’s continuing at his same pace, his mouth moving towards her neck and collarbone, placing wet kissing.
she lets out soft whimpers at his movements, pressing herself down against him, a little too hard. he groans as she presses down on him, “fuck, need you.” he pulls back from her. gently pulling his finger out. she whines a little at the missing contact.
he grabs her hips and lifts her up a little before pulling his pants and underwear down in one swift movement as she quickly pulls her nightdress up and over her head, tossing it to the side.
his dick bounces out from under them slapping up against his stomach. he wastes no time grabbing it with one hand and using the other to pull her underwear back to the side, aligning himself with her pussy.
he slowly rubs it against her clit, emitting a low whimper as he gathers her wetness on his tip. he guides himself down toward her entrance, using his other hand to hold her waist and gently press her down. she lets in a shallow breath. the stretch is slow, pain quickly becoming pleasure as she lets out the prettiest sound he’d ever heard.
his hips buck up a little in desperation when she’s fully sat on him, taking him entirely. he throws his head back—finally feeling her after so long. she’s so tight and warm, he wants nothing more than to fill her up.
she begins to slowly move on him as he wraps his arms around her waist, sitting up a little. his forehead rested on her shoulder, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut. the only think he can focus on was her and how good she feels.
she wraps her arms around his neck, starting to moving at a steady, faster pace. her legs gently squeeze the outside of his as she straddled him, letting herself feel every inch. they both let out soft groans as the pressure in their lower stomachs build.
“fuck chris feels s’good” she clench’s around him, his hips bucking up at the sensation, wanting to feel her even deeper.
“yeah? keep going, just like that. doin s’good fa me.” he says breathlessly.
she listens, doing what she does best—making chris feel good. her legs begin to burn, the repeated movement tiring her out. chris can feel her giving out on him. “tired already?” he teases.
she whines into his shoulder slowing her movements a little. “c’mon you can do it, please, for me?” he gently leans back, his hands sliding down to her hips. his eyes drop, watching the way he disappeared inside her, seeing how wet she was, seeing the mess she was was making all over him.
she lets his words motivate her and picks up the pace for a minute or two, fighting through the ache in her legs. he darts his tounge out and licks his bottom lip. his nails dig into her, leaving crescent shaped marks embedded into her soft skin.
chris admires her motivation but he knew she was tired, he holds her in place one hand on each hip, his thumb gently rubbing her skin in a back and forth motion. “s’okay, i gotchu ma,” his hands move to her upper back pulling her forward, against him. she allows herself to lean into him as his hands return to their original position on her hips.
he lifts her up by the waist, adjusting his position, and begins to push himself upwards into her. his thrusts have a steady rhythm—fast and deep, earning staggered moans from her, her nails digging into his shoulder.
she’s feels the knot in her stomach tightening, desperate for release. her hips grind down on him seeking to finish faster. “oh gosh, m’so close-” she shuts her eyes pleasure spreading through her body.
“i know,” he noticed the way she tightened around him, how she was desperately rubbing herself against him.
“cum ma, go head. wanna feel it” he looks up at her admiring her fucked out state. “so beautiful” he murmurs against her skin. he wraps one of his hands around her neck, pulling her down to connect their lips.
the knot in her stomach explodes, waves of relief crashing over her all at once, her legs tense and begin to tremble as chris continues to chase his release. the feeling of her tightening around him when she finished pushing him right over the edge. “holy shit ma,” he thrusted a few more times before holding her in place as deep as he could go, shooting deep inside of her.
she leans against him breathless. he holds her, struggling to catch his breath. he places a gentle kiss on her shoulder, drawing small circles on her back.
“all mine right?” he asks gently. “mhm, all yours” she says a slight smile on her lips.
after a few more seconds she gently pulls away from him, both of them looking down and watching intently as she slowly lifts herself off him, chris’ cum immediately dripping out of her.
with one quick motion chris scoops it up with 2 fingers and gently pushes it back inside her, bottom lip between his teeth. she lets out a soft gasp at the feeling of his fingers.
“yeah, all fucking mine.” he smirks.
maybe she should let him watch her movies more often.
˙⋆ ₊ ⵌ in which chris’ bestfriend complains about her boyfriend, and he shows her exactly why she doesn’t need him.
↳ bsf!chris x fem!reader ✦﹒𓂃
warnings : nsfw, cheating (don’t do that), foul language, fingering, unprotected intercourse (don’t do that either), p in v, choking, implied squirting, dirty talk, size kink if you squint.
you were sprawled out on chris’ bed, lying on your stomach while chris sat in his gaming chair, hands moving fast on his controller. you two were talking about your boyfriend. “so, basically y’just staying for dick?” chris asks with amusement in his voice, you couldn’t see his face because he was focused on the screen in front of him, but you could practically hear his smirk.
“pretty much.” you responded dully, glancing down at your nails. the conversation started when you began to complain about how annoying and possessive your boyfriend has been as of late. chris is used to hearing you talk about your boy dramas, but this he couldn’t comprehend.
“y’know you can just get that anytime? from anyone? right?” he asks dumbfounded, quirking his brow, that lazy grin on his face. you scoff at his comment, “not everyone’s a slut like you chris,” you snap back.
“m’not a slut. besides you have no room to talk, your with a guy you don’t even like, if anything that’s worse.” chris reads you like a book, you wish you could be annoyed but he was unfortunately right.
you furrow your brows, “i like him,” mostly trying to convince yourself. “and whatever, i’d rather fuck him then a bunch of random guys.”
“doesn’t have to be random guys.” chris never breaks his focus, you can hear the sound of him quickly pressing buttons on his controller and the faint gun noises coming from the game.
“then who?” you ask with a challenging tone, you couldn’t help it. his little comment was way to suggestive. chris scoffs, “maybe you forgot or somethin, since y’been in that shitty relationship for months..but you’re a pretty girl. jus find someone.”
you can’t keep the smirk from growing on your face, you loved hearing about yourself from chris, it just sounded so much better coming out of his mouth. you use your hands to push yourself up off your stomach. now sitting with your legs hanging off the bed. “you make it sound sooo easy..”
“i mean, it is?”
“what am i supposed to say, huh? hey, come fuck me?” you couldn’t understand how chris found that so easy. you knew he was a bit of a hoe but damn.
“ya, exactly.” he retorts.
you hum as an idea rolls through your head. you smile to yourself, contemplating. you and chris always joke so, no big deal right?
“chris,”
“hm”
“come fuck me?”
you hear the movements on his controller stop for the first time since you got here. he turns his head to face you with furrowed brows and squinted eyes, “shut up.” he scoffs.
you don’t break the eye contact, “hm, guess it isn’t that easy.”
“you serious?” his annoyed expression turns to curiosity. you fight back the smirk creeping up on you. you obviously weren’t expecting anything to happen, he was just your bestfriend, but it was fun to annoy him. you shrug your shoulders in response, looking back down at your nails.
“if y’want me to, i will.” he looks at you. you glance up at him, the look in his eye suddenly different., you can tell he’s being serious. all of a sudden your feeling nervous instead of him. “chris..”
“mm, don’t say shit you don’t mean.” he turns back to the screen, the feeling he just gave to you lingering. “i have a boyfriend.” you gulp.
“is that the only reason?”
“uh, i guess.”
the air in the room felt different now, thicker. it was weird. you were just joking, but now you were wondering. you notice chris put the controller down and stand up. he walks over to you, standing in the space between your legs. you don’t notice you were holding your breath until now.
he gently tilts your head up to look at him and your breath hitches, your entire body tensing up. you and chris have touched plenty of times—hugs, hand holding, leaning on eachother, but this was different. the feeling of his hand made your entire body hot.
“i could make y’feel good. better than he could.”
“i wasn’t being- chris..” you struggle to get any words out, you wish you could say the only thoughts running through your mind were your boyfriend but that’d be a lie.
you couldn’t deny the feeling between your legs. all you could think about was chris taking you right here right now. his fingers inside of you, him inside of you—the more you imagined it, the wetter you felt..
“all y’gotta do is say the word,” his voice was gentle and low, you couldn’t help the shaky breath that left you. you were fighting yourself. it was wrong, but it felt so right.
chris has to fight back his grin. he knows what he’s doing to you, he can see you slowly falling apart under his touch. it was amusing to him, he knew you were toying with him earlier and now look at you. all dumb for him. chris for one didn’t care about your boyfriend, it didn’t bother him in the slightest that he was genuinely willing to fuck someone else’s girlfriend.
“i-” you wish you could refuse, to have somewhat of a backbone and tell him to stop, but you didn’t want him to stop. you wanted him to do to you whatever it is that’s running through his mind right now. this wouldn’t the first time he’s thought about it..and it’s definitely not the first time you have.
your eyes softened—like they were silently begging without saying a word. you eyebrows drew together, adding to your innocent look as you stared up at chris through your lashes, pleading in that unfair way that made it hard for chris to hold back from what he wanted to do to you.
“please,” your voice was barely above a whisper, you needed him. he knew it. the corner of his mouth turned up slightly.
“what do y’want?” his hand gently brushing down your arm, moving to your waist. your back arches slightly at his touch, you hope he doesn’t notice. he did.
both his hands finds your hip, gently scooting you back, making more room for him as he props his knee up on the bed, dangerously close to where you need him most. you whine, only encouraging chris.
“i want you.”
“yeah?”
“please,” you’re practically begging at this point, “want it so bad chris.”
“mm,” he ducks his head down, planting sloppy kisses down your neck and collarbone, you shouldn’t be doing this. it was so very wrong. he gently leans into you until your back is down on the mattress, adjusting his position above you.
you should feel guilty right now. but when his hand begins to slowly move up your leg, gently brushing your inner thigh, any other conflicting thoughts leave your mind. you wanted him, needed him, nothing else mattered in this moment.
he removes his mouth from you, “what about your boyfriend?” he questions before continuing what he was doing.
“i don’t care.” you say breathlessly.
you can feel him smirk against your skin. that was exactly what he wanted to hear, and that’s all it took. soon enough his mouth connected to yours. the kiss was far from sweet, it was aggressive. his hand wrapped around your throat.
you guys end up scooting to the top of the bed, leaving plenty of room for what he was about to do to you. he’s kissing you like he hates you, and you can’t get enough.
you unconsciously buck your hips up, seeking any type of friction. chris’ position on top of you has your guys’ hips lined up perfectly. feeling your desperate attempt he presses his hips down a little harder against you.
a small whimper leaves your lips. soon enough he pulls away, gently tugging your shirt over your head, discarding it to the floor. he uses one hand to gently lift your back off the bed, unclasping your bra with the other. it was so effortless you almost let a moan out.
he takes in the site, feeling himself getting even harder, which he didn’t think was possible. your eyes meet, and it’s like he knew what you were thinking. the only sound in the silence is heavy breathing omitting from the both of you.
you only break eye contact to watch his hand as it moves down to your waistband, you usually hate when you catch a glimpse of his hands, it always sent you into a spiral of inappropriate thoughts. you watch as he gently tugs down those itty bit shorts of yours which he hated because every time you wore those, he’d always end up with a boner.
chris pulls his shirt off, his pants dangerously low, exposing the waistband of his underwear. another thing that made you extremely wet, you hated it but whenever he’d stretch his arms or accidentally lift his shirt just a little bit you’d stare, hoping to see it.
“chris..”
his eyes dart up to look into yours, “ya?”
“i need you.” you sound all whiney and pathetic, he could almost laugh.
“be patient ma, gonna get me soon.” the use of the nickname causes you to clench around nothing, he always calls you that, but it’s different now, in this context, this situation.
he gently slides your panties off, leaving you completely naked in front of him. he gently pulls your legs apart. his eyes scan you, the way your just laying down completely bare, so desperate, so pretty.
“y’look so perfect like this..” he gently brushes your cheek with the back of his hand. “can’t wait to ruin you.”
his hand makes its way down, his middle finger sliding up your folds. you arch your back into his touch, a barely audible gasp leaving your lips. “holy shit, y’so fuckin wet. all for me.” his brows furrow as his jaw falls slightly slack, he’s in complete awe.
he gently slips a finger inside of you, you both watch intently. his finger curls up perfectly inside of you, a small moan escaping your lips.
your eyes squeeze shut as his finger finds a slow rhythm. it felt so good you couldn’t even bare it. slowly but surely his pace speeds up, eventually adding a second finger.
“mmph, fuck chris,” your back is arching off the bed, involuntarily moving your hips against his fingers. struggling to suppress the whines and moans he was getting out of you,
“feel good?” chris finally looks away from his hand, staring at your flushed face. you nod, not being be able to think clearly in the moment. “say it ma, wanna hear it..” he drags his fingers out slowly, before pushing back in.
“feels s’good chris, please don’t- don’t stop.” your hands grip the sheet beneath you. the sounds of your wetness filling the room.
“not stopping till i make you cum on my fingers,” he continues at his pace, but begins to slow. he looks up at you with a grin before ducking his head down. mouth connecting to your clit.
a loud gasp escapes you, that’s the last thing you expected. as chris works his tongue, your hand jumps to his hair, holding with a tight grip. you let out such pornographic moans, chris can’t help but let a groan out against you, this whole situation turning him on way more than it should.
you use your elbows to lift your back off the mattress, sitting up a little, watching as he devours you. “shit shit shit, m’so close,” you throw your head back as you feel a tightness in your abdomen, your legs subconsciously try to close.
chris lifts his head a little, “go head, cum ma,” he uses his free hand to open your legs back up before holding you down and connecting his mouth to you again. you squirm beneath him, the feeling in your stomach building.
the combination of his fingers and mouth on you become almost unbearable. you let out a loud moan as your release washes over you. you feel yourself clench around his fingers, jaw slack, brows curving up in the middle.
chris continues relentlessly, not pulling away. your legs are shaking as you try to push his head away. he finally lifts his head and watches as he slowly moves his fingers in and out of you. your breathing is loud and heavy, stomach caving in as you attempt to catch your breathe.
“see ma? all you had to do was ask.”
you haven’t even got to the real thing and your already a mess, but you still wanted more. your hand pulls him closer by his waistband.
“fuck,” he practically moans. before you knew it his pants were off. you watch as his dick slaps up against his stomach, tip leaking with pre-cum. your jaw drops a little at the idea of taking all of it, your still not over your first orgasm and he’s huge.
he grabs his dick and presses it against you, rubbing it on your clit, slowly gathering your wetness on the tip and then he aligns with your entrance. “don’t know how long i’ve been wanting this..” he holds his bottom lip between his teeth before slowly pushing the tip inside.
he lets out a shaky breath as he pulls out. when he pushes back in, he goes in fully, both of you letting out a simultaneous gasp. his jaw drops at the feeling of you around him, “holy— fuck. so tight, can’t believe your boyfriends been keeping this pussy all to himself.” he grabs your waist with both hands. your legs wrap around him.
“fuck, you’re so big chris.” your eyes squeeze shut, the feeling of him stretching you was so good.
“yeah?” he grins, the comment making him twitch inside you. he loved getting his ego boosted and you’ve done a lot of it today.
he begins to move slowly, holding your hips still for better control. both of you letting out small whines and whimpers. his eyes glued to the site of him disappearing inside you.
his pace quickens, and the sounds leaving you become more frequent. his hand wrapping around your throat as he leans down to place his lips on yours. you kiss him intensely, moans muffled into his mouth.
you can’t help but move your hips desperately trying to match his thrusts, not only chasing your second release but you also want him to cum.
he pulls back from the kiss, speeding up ever so slightly. he groans as you clench around him, “damn ma, grippin me like you want me inside you forever.”
his pace remains the same, his thumb moving to your clit, adding to the pleasure you felt. you begin to feel the familiar knot in your stomach.
his hand presses down against your stomach, the exact spot he was hitting. “feel me?”
“feel you so deep,” you say breathlessly, your knuckles white as you grip the sheets with more force than ever.
he smirks at your words, “y’know, for someone who called me a slut earlier, you sure are taking my dick like one.”
you can’t even respond, simply letting out the prettiest sounds he’s ever had the chance to hear.
he moans as he continues pushing into you, his eyes leave your face moving down to watch as he pulls all the way out of you — his dick coated with your wetness. he pushes back in again “takin me like such a good girl.”
his thrusts start to become staggered and sloppy, his own release creeping up. “feels s’good, gonna cum.” he lets out sounds that alone could make you cum.
“m- me too.”
your release comes faster than you expected. your so loud when you cum, thankful no one else is home to hear. you let it all out onto him, gasping as you soak him and his sheets.
your legs trying to clamp shut, he forces them down, pulling out and letting out warm ribbons of white onto your stomach with a loud groan.
“f-fuck,” he looks down at the mess you made, “bet your boyfriend never made y’do that, huh?”
authors note — okay so boom, first smut sorry if it’s shitty
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