christopher smith x gn!reader
Christopher Smith loves eating pussy. He loves sucking dick. He’s a giver. Even if he doesn’t seem like the type at first, even if you wouldn’t guess that about him. He will prove you wrong and enjoy every second of it.
He’ll set his record collection down next to you on the couch and kneel in front of you like he’s settling in for a gourmet feast. He’ll tell you to look through and pick one out and then go down on you without warning, holding your thighs while he goes to work.
And when Chris does something, he is all in. He’ll use every trick at his disposal. He’ll spit on you first. Then he’ll lick you up and down until the lower half of his face is a complete mess, and eat like you’re his first meal after being lost in the wilderness for six months.
You think he might be enjoying it even more than you are honestly, which is saying a lot.
He loooves it when you praise him too. He’ll let out a loud groan after you tell him how good of a job he’s doing, then undo his pants and start stroking his dick. He can’t help it.
But he will not let you move. He’ll hold down both of your thighs with one arm while you squirm. It’s only when you’re crying for relief that he’ll lift up his head with the most infuriating smile you’ve ever seen and say “trust me, baby,” before lowering back down and absolutely destroying you. Hitting the perfect spot with his tongue, over and over.
You guess you shouldn’t be surprised that he has great accuracy. The thought enters your mind as you feel the pressure building. You’re slapping him, scratching his shoulders up, pulling his hair, anything to find some kind of anchor as you finally come all over his tongue.
It’s only after you’ve come down that you open your eyes and see him, completely blissed out with his hand still down his pants. Upon further inspection you realize he came, too.
He looks at you like a kid at the carnival and also like he maybe wants to do it again and then his eyes slide over to the record you’d absentmindedly pulled out of the pile.
“Oh fuck yeah!” He shouts, jumping up and taking the record from you. “Nashville Pussy it is.”