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↳ more enemy!chris x enemy!reader here ༉‧₊

“oh fuck…”

you pant out as you feel chris’s big shaft pound in and out of your heat in a steady rhythm. he smirks, hovering above you with his strong hand planted on either side of your face.

“mm such a needy girl around my cock…”

he murmurs in that teasing tone you’ve heard dozen of times. you can’t help but whimper and let your hand slide to his shoulders, grounding yourself as he fucks you into the mattress.

his movements are steady yet deep, his tip reaching spots inside you that you didn’t even know you had, ones that make your legs tremble and eyes roll back.

“so fuckin’ tight.. mm f-fuck…”

he moans, which is a rare thing.

chris doesn’t moan, he never whimpers and he barely even makes sounds except for low grunts and filthy sentences to turn you on.

but this? this sound is even better.

he groans when he feels your pussy clench around his dick, your slick walls sucking him in. an unreadable glint spreads across his face, the kind that screams ‘i’m up to something’

but you can focus on that, since his dick is pounding harder and harder, making you grip his shoulders tighter.

a few days later you’re on the couch in the sturniolo living room, mindlessly scrolling on your phone. nick invited you for a movie marathon, which you instantly said yes to. only when you arrived he came to the conclusion that all the snacks in the messy cabinets were either ‘gross’ or ‘not for human consumption’, so he rushed out the door to go to the store.

and now you’re left on the couch, alone. atleast that’s what you thought, because afterwards few minutes of feeding your brain with useless social media posts, you hear the chairs creak.

you look up, face already automatically turning into a scowl.

chris.

his hair is messy, like he either just woke up or ran out of hats to wear, so it just looks like a mess.

you prefer him without a hat either way.

you raise your brows slowly at him, both surprised and annoyed.

you’re even more confused when he begins to slowly walk up to you, no words, no cussing you out, just a silent walk to the couch.

he plops down lazily, a bit too close for your liking, or not, and glances at your face.

you sigh, annoyed and just focus back on your phone.

but the you feel him shift beside you, and your body stiffens when his breath grazes your ear.

“you look so..” a deep sigh. “..good right now..”

he whispers, his voice more vulnerable than normally. you glance up, confused when you meet his gaze.

there’s a small smirk tugging on the corners of his lips before he leans in again.

“like.. so fucking good..”

he moans, directly into your ear. your breath catches. that voice. it’s the same he used a few days ago, but that was probably on accident, this, this is on purpose.

he lets out a shaky breath, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“i need you..”

he whimpers, voice whiny in a way you’ve never heard before. what the fuck?

despite how confused you are, you can feel heat building up in your lower stomach and you swallow hard, trying to swallow the feeling away.

he shifts closer, his thigh pressing against yours. he breath is uneven and heavy.

“please… let me take care of you…” he practically moans.

okay so that’s new.

you glance at him again, his blue eyes sparkling with need and something else, something typical him.

it doesn’t take long before you climb on his lap, both your pants shoved down barely, just enough so that he can be inside of you.

you lazily rock your hips, you don’t even bother lifting them, your eyes purely focused on the sigh of him.

his head is thrown back against the couch cushions, his chest heaving up and down heavily as soft moans leave his lips.

you gasp when you feel his cock twitch inside of you, and you can’t help but bite your lip.

his head lolls to the side, eyes barely open as he exposes his neck to you.

“cmon.. kiss me.. here..”

he pants, and even though he seems like the more submissive one right now—which is insane, chris is never submissive—you obey instantly, lips attaching at his neck as you both move your hips together.

“mm a-ah yeah..”

he whimpers, his hands gripping your hips a bit tighter and you can’t help but moan softly in response, the sound muffled by the skin of his neck.

“oh baby.. f-fuck..”

he moans again, the tone of his voice the same as all the whimpering male audios you listen to on the infamous orange black website.

youd never admit that to him, anyone even.

he whimpers when your walls clench around him, his hips snapping up. you can feel his cock, so deep, so good.

“fuck..” you pant out, watching his brows knit together in a frown.

his hands slide up to your lower back, pulling you closer to slightly change the angle.

you gasp, arching into him as your hips move in a sloppy rhythm above him.

he groans, which quickly turns into a moan.

“yes.. yes right there… oh s-shit…”

your hips stutter, so do his. his cock twitches inside of you once again before he lets out a loud moan, his cum spilling inside of you without warning.

you gasp, hands trembling before you follow, your orgasm clashing just as hard as his.

it takes a moment for you to catch your breath, then you feel his hands, that rested on your lower back slide up, before giving you a few pats.

huh?

before you can recon what’s happening he pulls you off his lap, his dick sliding out.

you glance at him with furrowed brows. he easily tucks his soft cock back in his jeans, zipping them up and buckling his belt again.

he glances at you, and you can finally make out his expression, that filthy terribly handsome smirk is back on his face, and then you realize that it never even left.

he sighs and stands up.

“that was fun, finding out you like men moaning.”

he reaches out and ruffles your hair, like your a kid who just got told they lost a game and him comforting you.

he pulls back, stretching himself before smirking at you again.

“chris—“

you begin, but he cuts you off, although his voice makes it seem like he didn’t even hear you at all.

“have fun with watching movies with nick. see ya.”

and with that he leaves the living room, leaving you on the couch, confused, wrecked and even a bit mad.

what the actual fuck.

↳ more enemy!chris x enemy!reader here ༉‧₊

“oh fuck…”

you pant out as you feel chris’s big shaft pound in and out of your heat in a steady rhythm. he smirks, hovering above you with his strong hand planted on either side of your face.

“mm such a needy girl around my cock…”

he murmurs in that teasing tone you’ve heard dozen of times. you can’t help but whimper and let your hand slide to his shoulders, grounding yourself as he fucks you into the mattress.

his movements are steady yet deep, his tip reaching spots inside you that you didn’t even know you had, ones that make your legs tremble and eyes roll back.

“so fuckin’ tight.. mm f-fuck…”

he moans, which is a rare thing.

chris doesn’t moan, he never whimpers and he barely even makes sounds except for low grunts and filthy sentences to turn you on.

but this? this sound is even better.

he groans when he feels your pussy clench around his dick, your slick walls sucking him in. an unreadable glint spreads across his face, the kind that screams ‘i’m up to something’

but you can focus on that, since his dick is pounding harder and harder, making you grip his shoulders tighter.

a few days later you’re on the couch in the sturniolo living room, mindlessly scrolling on your phone. nick invited you for a movie marathon, which you instantly said yes to. only when you arrived he came to the conclusion that all the snacks in the messy cabinets were either ‘gross’ or ‘not for human consumption’, so he rushed out the door to go to the store.

and now you’re left on the couch, alone. atleast that’s what you thought, because afterwards few minutes of feeding your brain with useless social media posts, you hear the chairs creak.

you look up, face already automatically turning into a scowl.

chris.

his hair is messy, like he either just woke up or ran out of hats to wear, so it just looks like a mess.

you prefer him without a hat either way.

you raise your brows slowly at him, both surprised and annoyed.

you’re even more confused when he begins to slowly walk up to you, no words, no cussing you out, just a silent walk to the couch.

he plops down lazily, a bit too close for your liking, or not, and glances at your face.

you sigh, annoyed and just focus back on your phone.

but the you feel him shift beside you, and your body stiffens when his breath grazes your ear.

“you look so..” a deep sigh. “..good right now..”

he whispers, his voice more vulnerable than normally. you glance up, confused when you meet his gaze.

there’s a small smirk tugging on the corners of his lips before he leans in again.

“like.. so fucking good..”

he moans, directly into your ear. your breath catches. that voice. it’s the same he used a few days ago, but that was probably on accident, this, this is on purpose.

he lets out a shaky breath, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“i need you..”

he whimpers, voice whiny in a way you’ve never heard before. what the fuck?

despite how confused you are, you can feel heat building up in your lower stomach and you swallow hard, trying to swallow the feeling away.

he shifts closer, his thigh pressing against yours. he breath is uneven and heavy.

“please… let me take care of you…” he practically moans.

okay so that’s new.

you glance at him again, his blue eyes sparkling with need and something else, something typical him.

it doesn’t take long before you climb on his lap, both your pants shoved down barely, just enough so that he can be inside of you.

you lazily rock your hips, you don’t even bother lifting them, your eyes purely focused on the sigh of him.

his head is thrown back against the couch cushions, his chest heaving up and down heavily as soft moans leave his lips.

you gasp when you feel his cock twitch inside of you, and you can’t help but bite your lip.

his head lolls to the side, eyes barely open as he exposes his neck to you.

“cmon.. kiss me.. here..”

he pants, and even though he seems like the more submissive one right now—which is insane, chris is never submissive—you obey instantly, lips attaching at his neck as you both move your hips together.

“mm a-ah yeah..”

he whimpers, his hands gripping your hips a bit tighter and you can’t help but moan softly in response, the sound muffled by the skin of his neck.

“oh baby.. f-fuck..”

he moans again, the tone of his voice the same as all the whimpering male audios you listen to on the infamous orange black website.

youd never admit that to him, anyone even.

he whimpers when your walls clench around him, his hips snapping up. you can feel his cock, so deep, so good.

“fuck..” you pant out, watching his brows knit together in a frown.

his hands slide up to your lower back, pulling you closer to slightly change the angle.

you gasp, arching into him as your hips move in a sloppy rhythm above him.

he groans, which quickly turns into a moan.

“yes.. yes right there… oh s-shit…”

your hips stutter, so do his. his cock twitches inside of you once again before he lets out a loud moan, his cum spilling inside of you without warning.

you gasp, hands trembling before you follow, your orgasm clashing just as hard as his.

it takes a moment for you to catch your breath, then you feel his hands, that rested on your lower back slide up, before giving you a few pats.

huh?

before you can recon what’s happening he pulls you off his lap, his dick sliding out.

you glance at him with furrowed brows. he easily tucks his soft cock back in his jeans, zipping them up and buckling his belt again.

he glances at you, and you can finally make out his expression, that filthy terribly handsome smirk is back on his face, and then you realize that it never even left.

he sighs and stands up.

“that was fun, finding out you like men moaning.”

he reaches out and ruffles your hair, like your a kid who just got told they lost a game and him comforting you.

he pulls back, stretching himself before smirking at you again.

“chris—“

you begin, but he cuts you off, although his voice makes it seem like he didn’t even hear you at all.

“have fun with watching movies with nick. see ya.”

and with that he leaves the living room, leaving you on the couch, confused, wrecked and even a bit mad.

what the actual fuck.