. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ RIDING ENEMY!CHRIS'S BICEPS ࿐ྂ
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youre padding through the sturniolo household barefoot, your feet hitting the cold tiles is a nice yet shivering feeling. its dark, its late, and you shouldve been asleep hours ago. but how could you find your rest when you had a literal chainsaw sleeping next to you? so you got up, sending the sleeping nick a glare before going to the kitchen.
you yawn as you enter the kitchen, clutching your phone in your hand with the flashlight on, to avoid bumping into stuff.
as you open the fridge, your eyebrows shoot up. not only because the light is super bright, but also cause of the content. its filled with sweet sodas with way too much sugar, leftover doordash food in half closed containers and a rotten apple sitting in the back.
you sigh, how can these boys live like this?
closing the fridge you hear a soft sound behind you, and you dont even have to look to know who is clearing their throat.
you turn around, expression already annoyed as you shine your phone flashlight directly into his stupidly handsome face.
he groans loudly, his eyes squeezing shut.
“fucking hell, can you not?”
a small victory smirk creeps up your lips. your eyes trail down his body. hes shirtless, of course he is, the past few weeks of summer he seemed to grow allergic to shirts. not that youre complaining.
his sweatpants are full of questionable stains and hang way too low on his hips. so low that the happy trail peeks out. you swallow. why does he have to bother you at this time, and why cant you just ignore the heat spreading through your body?
before you can answer, you notice him crossing his arms and your eyes flick to his biceps. wrong move.
you can feel the unwanted heat grow in your body as you watch his arms twitch. god he mustve been working out cause his biceps grew bigger, way bigger.
you swallow again, using the flashlight of your phone to examine his body more, especially the arms.
yes youve noticed chris getting quite buffer over the past few weeks, when he was picking something up, jokingly flexing himself with matt as men do or when he was fucking you.
his arms would steady themselves on either side of your face when hed pounds into you with an unmatched force, and one time, he wrapped his arm around your neck, holding you into a headlock as his hips would snap back and forth.
“hello am i talking to a fucking wall?”
his annoyed tone makes your head snap back up at his face.
“jesus youre distracted.”
you cant help but roll your eyes, before letting them glance back down at his still crossed arms.
“i asked why youre still up.”
he mumbles lazily, his voice rough at its edges.
“couldnt sleep, why are you still up?”
you snap back at him. and youre not even sure if he answers or not, cause your eyes are back on his arms, who are now resting on the kitchen counter.
a lazy smirk spreads across his lips, the one you hate but love at the same time.
“mmm you seem a bit worked up.” he mutters, voice low and teasing. your eyes snap back up at him.
“im not.” you reply, a bit too quickly. a mistake, because not only are you confirming his suspicion by immediately defending yourself, his smirk grows wider as well.
he chuckles lowly and shifts, his arms flexing.
a shaky breath leaves your lips.
he pushes himself off the counter and takes a step forward. fucking hell.
your ears burn an embarrassingly shade of red as one of his long fingers tilt up your chin.
“youre not wet now arent you?”
he teases, boldly, filthy but effective. a shudder runs down your spine and he chuckles.
he mutters, before leaning even closer, backing you until you hit the kitchen island. he hums, satisfied.
“thought you were a strong girl.. thought you werent so easy…” he whispers lowly, his lip grazing your earlobe.
his words are quite rude, yet they are unfortunately nothing but the truth. a small gasp slips out when you feel chris’s hand slide down your heated body, stopping right above your pajama shorts.
another choked gasp escapes you, and his smirk grows.
he tuts. “so needy, i havent even done anything…”
his words make you shudder, and before you can stop yourself you push your hips forward, a clear sign that you need more, more of him.
he chuckles and lets his hand slide lower, hovering above your clothed heat. he gives you a look, before pressing his finger against your clit through your thin shorts. a soft whimper slips out.
he grins and adds more pressure, his singular finger circling your clit as you can feel yourself grow wetter and wetter.
he mutters, teasing, because he knows damn well that you do. you nod anyway, as pathetic as it may seem.
chris hums lowly before pressing his knuckles against your clit, more gentle than youd expect of him, but god it feels good.
you throw your head back slightly, mouth open in pleasure. he leans down, pressing a soft kiss in your neck, one that makes a whimper slip past your lips.
“chris, please…” you whisper breathlessly, bucking your hips into his hand once again. he smirks, before pulling back completely and running his hand through his hair with nothing but casualty.
he opens the fridge, grabbing a soda before walking over to the couch and plopping down.
you scoff loudly when you see him pull out his phone, casually scrolling through it like the unbothered asshole he is.
without your minds approval, your feet move, walking towards the couch and glaring down at him.
“are you serious?” you mutter, annoyed, still turned on and pathetically needy. he smirks, not even looking up from his screen that is brightening his stupid gorgeous face. one of his arms is lazily resting next to him, the muscles flex for a second before relaxing again.
“chris cmon, youre being an asshole..” you whisper, less intimidating that youd hoped and more whiny than you wanted.
he shrugs, glancing up at you and nodding casually to his rested arm.
“help yourself out then.” he murmurs, a challenging look glistening his in eyes.
you raise a brow, is he serious? who does he think he is?
but apparently the questions in your head dont stop you from moving forward, climbing onto the couch and straddling his arm. he hums lazily.
a small moan slips out and you buck your hips forward, grinding yourself against his bicep. its a pitiful sight, yet it makes chriss grin widen.
he glances up from his phone and watches you, your hips continuously bucking forward on his strong arm.
he smirks once again,flexing his muscles underneath you and admiring the sight of you, moaning softly as your head falls onto his shoulder.
he sighs, but the sound doesnt have that annoyed tone lingering, its mere amused.
he places his phone on his lap and lets his other hand come up to stroke your hair.
“mmm always so needy, arent you embarrassed?”
his rude words mixed with the gentle threading through your hair makes your hips stutter.
a small moan escapes you as you grind harder against his strong bicep, the thing that started this all.
he flexes his arm for you again, the hardness adding more pressure to your clit. more moans escape you and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.
he feels it too, but doesnt stop, --thank god-- and just continues stroking your hair in an almost mocking comfort.
you know youre just feeding his already big ego right now, but you cant seem to help yourself, the only thing you want right now is get off.
your grinding continues, the occasional flexing of his muscles as well.
“there we go.. feels good doesnt it?” he coos, his hand moving from your hair to the back of your neck.
you moan in response, bucking your hips faster, more desperate for release. you hear him groan, a pleasured sound.
your breathing picks up more and more, basically panting in his neck as you use his bicep as satisfaction. and you both seem to enjoy it.
chris shifts on the couch, groaning again as he adjusts himself.
a weak whimper escapes you, youre close, too close for simply dryhumping his arm, but it doesnt matter anymore.
“cmon pretty girl, come..” he grunts near your ear. the low praise makes your legs shake around him, thighs squeezing his bicep closer–as if possible– before nuzzling deeper in his neck. loud moans, whimpers of his name and heavy pants leave your mouth as you cum apart right there.
he moans when your wetting shorts make contact with his bicep.
you roll your eyes, feeling too embarrassed to even use your voice right now. you shift off his arm and stand up, cringing at the feeling of your soaked panties sticking to your own skin.
he smirks, licking his lips before nodding towards his lap, the indication clear.
you groan, but lower yourself on your knees in front of him anyway, eventhough it seems unfair, he didn’t gave you his fingers so why would you give him something in return? yet you can’t help but obey.
he mumbles, demanding yet eager.
“tsk you’re so— oh fuckkk….”
a/n wrote this in under an hour while high and i’m shocked by myself lmao
anywho this was a request i thinkkk ?? and i feel like i’ve already written smth like this but it’s whatever 🥹🥹
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