#toxic!chris

Fuck. There you were again—lying on your back taking in Chris’s dick. His rapid speed in which he fucked you was something that you would still have to get used to.

In and out—and out and in. Back and forth all over again constantly—Chris’s face was very flushed…but he almost seemed like he looked angry. Which you knew he was, you were the cause of it.

“Fuuck baby.”

Chris pulled his dick out of your tight pussy, with a steady motion of stroking the thick member up and down—he then spread your legs more.

“Shake that pussy for me—don’t fucking close your legs.”

Your body was already worn out from the first three orgasms he gave you with just his mouth alone. As you sat up a bit, Chris smirked as you begin to hold the back end of your thighs while simultaneously wiggling your hips. The movement allowed your thighs to gently clap as your pussy leaked.

“Mhm.”

Was all that left Chris’s wet pink lips as he slammed his dick right back into you. Earlier you had been unknowingly sitting a bit too close to Matt as you guys watched tv, this obviously annoyed Chris. The part that really riled him up was when, as you got up to leave(with Chris’s orders) Matt’s face was practically in your ass because of the short skirt you wore.

“Chris I said I was sorry—.”

You felt Chris’s dick slam deep inside so hard that it reached your cervix. As you tried to focus on your breathing due to being overwhelmed—Chris began to rub your clit but ever so slightly stopping when you almost came.

Chris flipped you over so now you rested on your stomach. He loved ass—he loves seeing the way your ass clapped hard as his dick pounded that tight hole. His hand reached down to grab ahold of your hair, making a fist while your body curled up against his chest.

“Yeahh?? Talk shit with dick in you.”

Your eyes started to water from how mean he was being even though you knew deep down you secretly enjoyed it. Chris smacked and smacked your ass till it felt like his hand print would be left behind. As he let go of your hair Chris would then wrap his large veiny hands round your neck.

“C-Chris…I wasn’t talkin—.”

This only made Chris let out a low laugh beside your ear before kissing your cheek. He knew you weren’t dissing him—he could feel how much you would tighten around his dick as he degraded you in some way. Chris started to kiss your neck softly—showing that he was still the same loving boyfriend you knew and had.

“Mmm right here. Shhhh shhh i’m here.”

Chris’s strokes were still fast as your ass clapped even hard but because of his soft spoken tone, paired with his gentle actions—you couldn’t do anything but cry and kiss him back.

You fell softly onto the bed again when Chris released your neck. The sounds of your pussy letting out wet queefs as Chris pumped slowly in and out of it only made him get closer to climax. Chris took his dick out every now and then to rub it between your ass cheeks and back of your pussy—stimulating you as your fucked our body laid there.

“Almost there…thaaats it.”

You let out soft moans that almost sounded like whimpers—your voice was tired as you just knew that you had to just lay there and take Chris’s dick. He smacked your ass one last time before speeding up again—his dick started to make your body become stimulated from inside as your cunt rubbed into the bed which gave double stimulation.

“Chris…I can’t take it.”

Just as you said this, both you and Chris started cumming hard. He wore no condom this time because he was in such a rush to put you in your place and admittedly—you liked the feeling of his huge thick white dick feeling up your tight wet cunt with his kids.

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pairings. toxic!chris x reader

genre.angs?

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you could barely recognize the man walking beside you as you stepped out of the car, beginning to walk toward chris’s childhood home. as you walked up the steps toward the front door you noticed the way he suddenly got stiff, stopping in front of the door, he stood staring for a moment before hesitantly knocking softly. the door swung open, and his mom greeted you first, smiling but carefully. “chris, you brought her, it’s about time” she said, slightly whispering the last part and stepping aside. his dad lingered in the hallway, arms crossed, expression cold and unreadable, only making chris stiffen more.

his dad was never easy to please, even now that chris had made it into college with a hockey scholarship he’d earned despite barely passing high school. every game, every practice, none of it was enough according to his dad.

his mom, she smiled, asked the right questions, acted like she cared. she had a way with her words, though polite on the outside, they cut just enough to make him hurt. she tried to hide it, framing it as concern or advice, but you’d heard the way chris would talk about the things she said.

bass shakes the ground beneath them and neon lights flicker across the crowd as music blasts through their ears. you move with the rhythm, effortlessly— like it was second nature to your body and chris bops his head to the music, closely behind you with his hands gripping your waist, attempting to catch all that ass you threw on him.

“chill out, ma” he mumbles in your ear.

you knew eyes were on you, they always were and you ate that shit up. chris also knows your doing this on purpose, giving them a show, making them wish they were him or visvirsa.

“y’tryna piss me off baby?”

you slyly giggle and look back at him over your shoulder, her eyes glazed up sharp. “why, is it working?”

weed and alcohol coursed through your body, building up the courage on your chest. chris got possessive and needy when he was drunk, you got reckless and horny.

bad decision were just itching to be made and leave it up to you to always spice shit up.

rolling your hips all over your man, arms warped around his neck and suddenly the flash on someone’s camera catches the glow of your bronze skin under the bright lights, making chris’ jaw clench and fingers dig into your hips.

you lean back, pressing your ass against him harder, finding the bulge in his pants with ease. “awe, don’t tell me y’jealous baby,” you pouted your lips and teased at him.

“nah,” he grips your chin turning your body toward him and pulling you impossibly close. “jus’ think it’s funny how y’think i don’t know what y’doing.”

you bit your lip through the smirk on your face as you feel your body tingle and heat rush through it, so dizzy you thought you might stumble. “what are w’gonna do about that huh?”

you were wearing his patients out so fucking thin right now. he’d been trying to control himself all day— but it got harder by the the second and the weed made it no better. you were challenging him, seeing how far you could go until he cracked and he almost had you, but his lust was just so much stronger when it came to you.

before you even had time to think chris had you by the wrist, pulling you through the crowd, weaving through all the sweaty bodies until the music became nothing but background ground noise and bass that thumped in your chest.

he hardly had you against the wall before your pulling him down, consuming his lips with your own like a woman starved. the kiss was sloppy and desperate, too much teeth and too much tongue but so much desire for affection.

you taste like liquor and something sweet, and he’s so gone. chris claws at your thigh, hiking it up around his waist while his other hand stations around your neck. “mph..chris”

your making those pretty little noises he likes in his mouth and your lips are slick and swollen, lip liner entirely smudged off and saliva smeared on the sides of your mouth, but you can’t stop, your body won’t let you.

chris barley pulls away, his swollen pink lip getting caught in your teeth before he presses his forehead to yours. his breathe is uneven, panting for air, whimpering for your touch. “wanna get y’home— fuck m’pretty girl s’good.”

“mmh.. don’t wait baby, do it now, d’wanna wait,” you tugged on his hoodie, wishing it would fall right off his body. suddenly a camera flashes in the distance and gasps could be heard from a few feet away.

neither of you bothered to look at the source, you just throw your head back a laugh while chris looks at you with a knowing expression.

“oh you love this shit, huh?”

you giggle against his lips and resume your messy kisses, the thought of adding to the pile of scandals, the world seeing how sexy you and your boyfriend were— it felt so good, too good.

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I can’t promise that i’ll be good to ya ‘cause i have some issues

“shit, mama.” he growls, fingers pulling apart your glistening folds. sucking in a cold breath between his bared teeth, chris shakes his head.

laying on your back, you follow his face as it lowers between your spread legs. “she never been touched before, hm? never been pleased?” he teases, knowing this is you’re first time.

and you know it most definitely is not his.

“chris… please-”

“yeah yeah baby. but I can’t promise I’ll be good to ya.” he winks, coating his lips in a thin layer of saliva with his tongue before diving into your pussy.

you whimper, clenching your thighs around his face. “m’sorry.” you make out the word between whines.

“don’t be. fuckin’ love it.” he rolls your bud between his incisors, melting your innocence away with you as your back arches off the sheets.

you feel the built-up tightness shatter, toes curling to keep you still. chris keeps eating away at you, tasting every inch, every corner. he’s too far in to hold himself back.

“chr-chris… slow down.”

he grunts, encouraging you with his sickeningly sweet words, ultimately pulling you through until you feel that sensation again. except this time it’s not as weird, not so much as it is amazing.

“yeahhh. let her go, baby.”

by the time you open your eyes again, chris is already by your bedroom door, throwing on his jacket. he was never the type to stay. you could only hope he’d be back again soon.

next time, you’d be ready for more.

𐔌 file.an — part 2 ?? is chris gonna leave again, or is he willing to spend one night in your bed ? even if it eats him from the inside out.

Pairing : Situationship!Chris x Fem!reader

Summary : You always keep running back to your situationship with Chris for a hookup, instead of running for the hills.

Warnings : suggestive

“Room 304”

Read the message I just received from Chris, letting me know what room is ours for the night.

Please make a part 2 😭😭😭😭😭😭

didnt know how to make a pt 2 to this tho bc i had like NO ideas so hopefully this can suffice 🙁

. . . ( pt 1 )

toxic!fwb!chris x toxic!reader

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contains: angst, makeout

you werent supposed to be at this party. not because chris told you not to come, he didnt get that kind of say anymore. but because you told yourself you were done with him. again.

you lasted three days.

now you were standing in someone elses kitchen, holding a drink you didnt want, laughing at jokes you didnt hear, and doing everything in your soul to pretend you didnt feel his eyes on you from across the room. because of course he was there. and of course he was watching.

chris didnt approched you right away. he liked to wait until you thought he wasnt going to. until you were relaxed just enough, started smiling a little too easily, started talking to someone that wasnt him.

then he showed up and ruined it. it was always the same game. and you always played it for some reason.

so when he finally moved across the room, his steps slow and calculated, you didnt turn. you let him hover behind you, close enough to make your skin crawl. close enough for your pulse to trip over itself.

“you wear that for me?” he asked, voice low near your ear.

you took a sip of your drink, ignoring the way his words made no sense, you were wearing a black dress for fucks sake. “not everything is about you chris.”

he gave a humorless laugh. “couldve fooled me.”

you turned to face him, meeting his eyes. they were sharp. tired. a little too familiar. “why do you always do this.”

“because i know your thinking about me.”

you hated that he was right. he always was when it came to you. when it came to how easily you folded. but that didnt mean youd give him that satisfaction.

“you think i sit around just thinking about you.” you challenged, tilting your head.

he leaned in smirking. “you dont have to. you come running every time.” his eyes shifted to your lips.

you scoffed, stepping back “god, your exhausting.”

“and your predictable.”

the words landed somewhere low in your stomach, heavy and hot. not because they hurt but because you wanted them to. you liked the way he provoked you. you hated that he knew that. exactly how to push you buttons.

you found yourself outside later, sitting on the edge of the stairs in the front of the house, cigarette in hand. you didnt smoke. not really. but it felt good. it felt reckless and wrong to match the night.

of course, chris followed. he never let you leave without finishing the argument.

he dropped down beside you not saying anything at first. just sat, legs spread, hoodie half unzipped, biting the inside of his cheek like he couldnt decide if you were worth the effort.

“you gonna sulk all night?” he finally said

you rolled your eyes “why do you just assume im unhappy just because im not with you.”

“because i know you and i know your fucking miserable right now.” his voice was loud but he wasnt shouting.

“yeah? and whos fault is that.”

he didnt deny. he didnt need to. you both already new the truth. silence again. the kind that felt heavy with everything unspoken.

“you kissed someone else last week”

it wasnt a question and it wasnt said with jealousy, it was said with venom. you blinked slowly “so did you.”

“yeah, but you were supposed to care.”

you laughed, shocked by his words “you always want me to feel things youd never give back.”

he turned towards you. face angred. “dont act like your so innocent. you let me do it. you want me like this.”

you stared at him. felt your jaw tighten. your heart racing. your eyes glance to his lips, maybe lingering to long.

“dont do that,” he sighs leaning his head back, his hands falling on his face. you just look at him not saying or doing anything. suddenly you feel his lips on yours.

hard. fast. sloppy. like a punishment or proof? his hand came to your thigh, grip tight, his fingers digging in like he needed something to hold on to. anything real from the mess you were both creating.

when you finally pulled back, breathless, lips swollen. you expexted him to look angry or smug. or maybe blank like he always did when you got to close.

but he didnt. he looked at you like he was stuck. trapped somewhere between stained glass.

“we shouldnt have done that,” your voice was shaky but sharp.

his gaze didnt move from your eyes. the deer in headlights type of look that made him loose his mind. “then why does it feel like it meant something.”

you didnt answer. his hand moves to your hair tucking a piece behind your ear. his touch was much softer compared to the kiss as his hand moves down your neck. thumb brushing over the pulse beating to fast beneath your skin.

“i need you so fucking bad,” he murmered, like it wasnt meant for you to hear.

you heart stuttered “dont say that if you dont mean it.”

his jaw clenched. he looked away for a second, like the words were to heavy in his mouth and he couldnt swallow them down. “i always mean it with you thats the fucking problem.”

you exhaled, shaky, eyes burning because you knew it was true. and that made everything worse. but still you leaned in. and so did he. not for another kiss, not yet. just to stay close. just to feel like maybe this time you wouldnt tear eachother apart.

even though you both knew you would.