stocking stuffer - c.s 𓏲 advent calendar 25’
⚠︎ - smut , dom!chris , creampie , erotic asphyxiation , mentions of alcohol , unprotected sex (don’t do this!) , hickeys , possesive!chris , squirting , brief oral (f recieving) , doggy style , language (not proofread)
wk - 1.0k
“fuck, chris, right there!” you cry out, his hands gripping your hips as he rams into you from behind. with every push of his hips, your face smushes further into the pillow. your knees burn, legs quivering, back arched, hands gripping the sheets, it’s all too much. but how did you get in this position? with chris behind you, drenched in sweat and your mixed juices.
the clock reads 1:32AM, the club bumps with music, people’s voices filling the room. alcohol is in both yours and chris’s systems, your consciousness fluttering in and out as chris mumbles in your ear, each word slurring into the next. the only thing you’re able to make out is something along the lines of going home because chris is horny, and that definitely worked on you.
so now, he has you on your hands and knees, face buried in the pillows, back arched as he pounds into you. he’s hitting all the right spots, keeping you in place as you squirm desperately beneath him. “yeah… feels good, huh?” he taunts, thumbs rubbing your thighs softly, the complete opposite to how he’s moving inside of you. his balls slap against your clit rhythmically. his left hand stays on your hip while his right hand slides up your back, pressing down to arch you further.
“god, you’re soaked.” he grunts from behind you, his hips snapping forward. his usual sweet, gentle touches are fully gone from the alcohol, replaced with raw animalistic need. then, chris leans forward, pressing his chest against your back. his right hand wraps around your throat gently, applying just enough pressure to make you feel lightheaded. “i swear you were made for this position.” he chuckles through a moan.
pornographic moans spill from your lips now, not holding back like you were earlier. chris’s hand slips from your throat, lips replacing it quickly. he sucks and bites all along your skin, finding your sweet spot and pressing light kisses there before biting down. his cock rubs against your g-spot in this position, tip kissing your cervix with each pump forward. you’re close. all the stimulation he’s giving you has you teetering on the brink of orgasm quick, legs shaking as you desperately try to hold yourself up.
chris throbs and pulses inside you, hips stuttering slightly before continuing their continuous motion. you can feel him smirk against your neck when he hits that specific spot that has you seeing stars. “mm…” he hums, almost tauntingly in your ear, hooking your leg around his free arm. he begins to lift your leg slowly, bringing it to wrap around his hip, getting a better angle that goes even deeper.
you’re convinced you’re gushing by now, his voice mixed with the way his lips hover behind your ear and how hard he’s fucking you with no remorse makes you throb uncontrollably. you can feel your juices drip down your thighs, mixed with his pre-cum. even chris is struggling to keep up, how you’re squeezing him has him whimpering pathetically. “i’m gonna cum soon.” he whines, words slurred together but somehow arousing you further.
it’s like he can’t stop, his pace deepening more than either of you could imagine. the lube chris poured between you at least half an hour ago is still making it’s presence known, slick and sticky between your ass and his hips. “only i can make you feel like this.” he groans in your ear like it’s a promise not a question. his hand wraps firmly around your throat mid moan, the sultry sound turning into a soft squeal. he squeezed harder this time, dick jumping inside of you as you breathe out dryly.
chris can’t help but moan at seeing you struggle to breathe, his orgasm approaching quickly. he pulls back slightly to get a better view, watching as you’re face gets a purple tinge from him blocking off your air supply. his thrusts become more erratic and desperate, eyes wild with lust and intoxication. “shh… baby, just breathe through your nose.” he practically chokes out, head dizzy with arousal.
he’s basically choking you out now, his palm squeezing tighter on your throat. his hips buck wildly, balls slapping against your clit with a wet slap. your eyes water, bottom lip trembling as the pleasure overtakes your being. you feel like you’re floating, the pleasure mixed with your lightheadedness is proven too much. he finally lets go when you cough, watching as you tremble and twitch below him.
chris pulls out when he feels you clenching desperately, watching in awe as you drench his entire lower abdomen and still-hard cock. you moan and cry out his name, back arched while you flood his sheets and thighs. “just like that, mama.” he says with a smirk, thumb rubbing your juices through your slit. he leans down to lick up every last bit of wetness, tongue swirling around your clit teasingly. his middle and ring finger probe your hole, thrusting softly.
once you’re through your orgasm, still coming down from it, chris stuffs himself back inside of you. he only has to thrust twice before he’s cumming. his balls twitch as he empties himself inside of you, fingers clawing at your ass cheeks. he’s a moaning mess, stomach convulsing with each hot rope of cum that shoots out of him and into your greedy hole. he pulls out quickly to lean down and stare, watching as his semen drips out of you.
“beautiful…” he whispers in awe, fingers swirling around to collect his cum, spreading it through your folds. “just like a stocking, i’ll stuff you again and again, baby.” he finalizes, basically petting your clit before sitting up, patting your ass. you turn to look at him, your expression fucked out. you’re still catching your breath, face red and sweaty, hair messy and tangled, everything that could grow chris’s cock all over again.
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