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What are rich!reader and gangmember!Chris doing right now??

Rich!reader is probably in her room reading while listening to music, nothing like gangmember!Chris. He’s probably smoking in some random park with his friends, maybe even having a drink or two while thinking about rich!reader. He likely has her bracelet around his wrist, with some of his friends asking where he got it or who he stole it from.

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New c.ai bot!

Cardan Greenbriar — link here — You’re the daughter of the mortal queen and you’re forced to marry him.

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THE CLUB

— Gangmember!chris x rich!reader

Warnings: use of y/n, mention of cigarettes.

Wc: 1.1k

A/n: should I make a Chris’s pov?

Masterlist here…

The air felt heavy, the music pounded in your ears, and your chest rose and fell with difficulty. It was too much.

“Can we leave now?” you asked as you clung to your fur jacket.

“But we just got here,” your friend protested.

You looked around—the place was packed with people drinking and dancing. The air was thick with smoke; you weren’t even sure if that was legal. It was clear you weren’t used to being in places like this.

Your eyes landed on a man sitting at the back of the room. It was the same guy from the other day. He was with a group of guys, talking. A cigarette occasionally rested between his lips. His gaze met yours. A shiver ran down your spine. His eyes stayed on you as a faint smile appeared on his face. You quickly looked away, feeling your cheeks burn.

“I think I’m gonna leave now,” you murmured almost an hour later, not sure if your friend even heard you. You decided to leave her dancing with other mutual friends and started walking toward the exit.

“Leaving so soon?” a male voice sounded behind you. Your body tensed—you recognized that voice. “That’s a shame.”

You turned around to see the same guy from the other day.

“Good night,” you smiled slightly, trying to sound polite, but your hands nervously played with the hem of your dress.

“What’s a girl like you doing here?” he asked, his brows slightly furrowed. You simply shrugged.

“I came with some friends, but I’m heading out now.”

The guy frowned. “You’re leaving alone? That’s dangerous.”

“I’ll call a taxi,” you said, trying to sound indifferent.

“I’ll go you.”

“What?”

“I’m coming with you. I’m not letting a young, pretty girl walk these streets alone,” he said just as indifferently. The difference was, he actually meant it. “This neighborhood is dangerous—even getting into a taxi with a stranger isn’t safe.”

“You’re a stranger.”

The corner of his lips curved into a small smirk. He glanced away before looking back at you and licking his lips. “I can assure you, you’re safer with me than with anyone else.”

“Why? Are you one of those bad boys that everyone’s scared of?”

He let out a chuckle and placed his hand on your lower back, starting to guide you toward the exit.

The cold air hit your face, and you couldn’t suppress a shiver as you stepped outside.

“You never told me your name,” you said, turning to look at him.

The guy seemed to think for a few seconds, deciding whether to answer or not. “Christopher, but everyone calls me Chris.”

“Alright then, Chris, I’m y/n. Nice to meet you.”

Chris smiled again. “Are you always this formal?”

“Yeah, I guess. That’s how I was raised.”

He nodded and looked around. “Let me take you home.”

“What?”

Chris rolled his eyes and turned his gaze back to you. “I’ll take you on my bike.”

“In this dress?” you said. Chris looked you up and down.

“You look really pretty.”

You rolled your eyes but a soft blush crept to your cheeks. “You tell me how dangerous this neighborhood is, yet you offer to take me when you’re also a stranger.”

“Stop complaining so much.” He placed his hand on your lower back again and led you to the parking lot.

Despite the crowd inside the club, the parking lot was deserted. When you reached his motorcycle, he took off his jacket and handed it to you. “You’re gonna be cold like that.”

You looked at the leather jacket and then at him, skeptical. Finally, you accepted it and put it on. His cologne filled your senses—it smelled incredible. When you looked up, Chris was holding out a helmet for you.

“But my hair will get ruined…” you murmured.

“I assume you’ll go to bed when you get home—it’ll get ruined either way.” He placed the helmet on your head and adjusted it.

“If you take me anywhere other than my house, I’m warning you—I have pepper spray in my bag. And if you kidnap me, it won’t take long for people to find me. My father will have hundreds of people looking for me.”

Chris smirked. “Don’t worry, princess, I’m not gonna kidnap you.” He pulled down the helmet’s visor. He placed his hands on your hips and lifted you onto the bike before swinging his leg over and sitting in front of you.

“Hold on tight.”

You ignored him, gripping the back of the seat instead. But as soon as he started the bike and took off, your arms instinctively wrapped around his waist.

You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was smiling.

“You tell me where to turn.”

You didn’t dare lift your head.

“I live in Beverly Hills.”

“Rich girl, I see,” Chris murmured, though you didn’t hear him.

The ride was smoother than you expected. At red lights, you could feel Chris glancing over his shoulder at you, but he never said anything.

“What street do you live on?” he asked as you neared the area.

“Just drop me anywhere, I’ll walk the rest of the way.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“I’m not letting a stranger know where I live.”

Chris shook his head and started slowing down as he pulled into a parking lot.

“And here I thought you were just some naive little girl.”

You clenched your jaw but chose to ignore him. When he turned off the engine, you pulled your hands away from his waist. Chris got off the bike effortlessly, grabbed your hips, and helped you down.

“Thanks,” you said as you took off the helmet.

“It’s nothing.”

You started to take off his jacket, but he placed his hand over yours to stop you.

“Keep it. It’s yours now.”

Your expression softened, and you slowly moved your hand away from the zipper. “Are you sure?” He nodded. “Well… thanks.” You smiled. “I guess I owe you one.”

“Seeing you again will be enough.” He smiled back.

You nodded. “Good night.” You bid him farewell, giving him a slight nod.

You walked toward your house, unaware that Chris was watching, wanting to make sure you got home safely—and to see where you lived.

He parked his bike in a secluded spot with a good view of your house, watching as you stepped through the grand front yard. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bracelet—your bracelet. He stared at it with a faint smile.

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I need more bsf!chris!!!!

Soon!!!

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You should post some imagines ‘bout Thanos (squid game)

Should I? I’ve been thinking on it but I don’t have ideas. If you have any request reply to this post or dm me!

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10 things for 10-ish people you'd like to know better

First time I got tag in things like this, tysm!

last song: high for this by The Weeknd

favorite color: i don’t have, I love ‘em all

last book: Hooked by Emily Mcinter

last film: The beauty and the beast

last tv show: can’t remember but currently watching Criminal Minds

sweet/savory/spicy: sweet

relationship status: in a relationship with Spencer Reid

last thing I googled: w7 fundation

I looking forward to: publishing my own book!

No pressure tags: @chrissturnsgirlll222 @mattitties @chrissturnsfav @sturnlsstuff

10 things for 10(ish) people you'd like to know better

thanks for the tag bestie! @without-energy-always

last song: illit- tick tack

favourite colour: pastel pink

last book: japanese tourism: spaces, places and structures (for an essay...)

last film: harry potter and the goblet of fire

last tv show: squid game season 2

sweet/savoury/spicy: savoury yum

relationship status: engaged

last thing i googled: 'scallion pancake' lmao

current obsession: call of duty

looking forward to: going on vacation zzz

tags: @mhmmhmmhm777 @codnasties @souls-for-fandoms @shadowcompanygirl @thechaoticcheese @gaz-oline @insertcoolcharactername @sai-int @guhbwuh

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Summary: you surprised Chris with food while he is streaming

Warnings: none fluff, nicknames: baby, babe

Chris was laser-focused on his game, brow furrowed in concentration as he muttered to his viewers in the Twitch chat. He was in the middle of a particularly intense match, fingers flying across the keyboard, headset clamped firmly over his ears. He was live on Twitch, and the chat was blowing up with excited comments.

"Come on, come on, almost got him..." he murmured, eyes glued to the screen.

Suddenly, a knock echoed on his door. He flinched, startled. "What the—? Hold on, chat, someone's at the door."

He muted his mic briefly, frowning. He wasn't expecting anyone. Probably just a mis-delivery. He hoped. He glanced at the stream overlay; the viewer count was climbing.

Opening the door, he found you standing there, a wide grin on your face, balancing a large McDonald's bag and a couple of drink carriers. His frown melted instantly.

"Hey, babe," you said, beaming. "Thought you might need some fuel. Streaming for a while now?"

Chris grinned, relief flooding him. He was starving, but hadn't wanted to interrupt his stream to order anything. "Baby, you're a lifesaver," he breathed, pulling you into a quick hug and a kiss. "I was just thinking about how hungry I was getting."

"Perfect timing then," you chuckled, stepping inside. "I got your usual – Big Mac, fries, and a McFlurry. And I grabbed some nuggets too, just in case."

"You're the best, sweetheart," Chris said, his eyes already on the golden arches logo. He grabbed a fry, inhaling the salty aroma. "The chat's gonna flip when they see you. They were just roasting me for not bringing you w’me."

You laughed, shaking your head. "They worry about you," you said, heading to the kitchen to grab plates and napkins. "Now, come on, love. Let's eat before it gets cold, and then you can get back to your game."

Chris followed you, already munching happily. "Alright, chat," he said, unmuting his mic. "Looks like McDonald's is on the menu tonight, courtesy of my amazing girlfriend. Don't get jealous." He winked at the camera, then turned his attention to you, a soft smile on his face. He knew his brothers, would tease him relentlessly about this later, but it was worth it.

taglist: @chrislilcumslvt @chrepsi

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Current taglist:

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I really don't understand how "without getting kudos or comments a fanfiction author is going to assume that people who clicked their fic didn't like it" became a controversial take.

I don't know why some people think an author should imagine, or guess that people who click their fic enjoyed it it when nobody is telling them that.

If you're re-reading a fic constantly, or leaving it up in your tab so that it re-loads every day for a hundred days the author is not going to know that unless you tell them. They'd love to hear it. It would make their day.

And if you don't tell them you liked their fic, there's no reason for them to assume you did.

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can i be on the tag list pretty pretty please!!!

Adding you right now!!

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UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER

— Gangmember!chris x rich!reader

Masterlist here…

You frowned as the GPS reset itself again, changing the route once more. Your jaw tightened, and you shoved your phone into your bag. The street was silent, empty except for a couple of homeless people sleeping on the ground. You weren’t supposed to be here. You had made dinner plans with your friend at a new restaurant in the area, but things had clearly gotten complicated.

The sound of something rustling inside a trash can pulled you from your thoughts. You turned to look at it, expecting a rat. And it was—but that didn’t stop you from taking a few steps back. You grimaced in disgust and turned away.

A gunshot echoed between the buildings. You flinched involuntarily and looked back—there was no one there. Your chest rose and fell rapidly. Your steps quickened, desperate to get out of there.

You turned a corner and crashed into something solid. A small gasp escaped your lips as your body hit the ground.

Tears threatened to spill—you felt so frustrated, so scared.

You lifted your gaze, trying to see what you had collided with. A man stood in front of you, his eyes scanning you carefully.

“Excuse me, sir, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you stammered, stumbling as you tried to get back on your feet.

“Sir? Do I look that old to you?” His brow furrowed slightly.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured. Your eyes flickered past his shoulder before darting around the area.

“What are you doing here? You don’t look like you’re from around here.” His words were direct and dry, something you weren’t used to.

“I’m not, I just…”

“Got lost?” He finished the sentence for you. A rough chuckle left his lips. He glanced to the side and ran a hand over his mouth. “This is a bad place to get lost.”

You frowned in confusion. No one had ever spoken to you like this—with so little respect.

“Uhm, could you tell me where Holloway Drive is, please?”

The guy looked at you again, staying silent for a few seconds.

“Go straight, then take a right.”

You nodded and gave him a small smile.

“Thank you,” you said, bowing your head slightly. “Have a good night.” You said your goodbyes and continued walking in the direction he had given you.

The echo of your heels clicking against the asphalt faded as you walked away. He narrowed his eyes, watching you. Expensive dress, the lingering scent of perfume in the air, a straight posture despite the fear you had felt. You didn’t belong here, and it showed in every move you made.

You had wished him a “good night,” unaware that he wasn’t used to saying the same to anyone.

He ran his tongue over his teeth and smirked.

This wouldn’t be the last time he saw you.

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SHE’S SUCH A SWEETHEART 🥹🥹

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INTRODUCING…. GANGMEMBER!CHRIS & RICH!READER

— Gangmember!chris x rich!reader

Masterlist here!

» Unexpected encounter

» The club

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS & RICH!READER who shouldn’t make sense together, but somehow, they do. He’s all sharp edges, cigarette smoke, and late-night adrenaline; she’s luxury, soft-spoken words, and carefully planned futures. But when they’re together, none of that matters—because in his arms, she feels free, and in her presence, he finally has something worth protecting.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS & RICH!READER who exist in two completely different worlds, yet find themselves tangled in each other’s lives. She should be scared of his lifestyle, and he should stay away from someone so out of place in his world. But when he looks at her with those dark, knowing eyes, and she whispers his name like it’s the safest thing she’s ever known, all logic disappears.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS & RICH!READER who argue over the smallest things—she doesn’t understand his reckless decisions, and he doesn’t get why she cares so much about appearances. But at the end of the day, he always pulls her into his arms, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as he mumbles, ‘You’re too good for this, you know that?’ And she just smiles, because she wouldn’t trade him for anything.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS & RICH!READER who sit in his car at 2 AM, her expensive dress slightly wrinkled from the night, his fingers lazily playing with the hem. Smoke lingers in the air, the city lights reflecting in her wide eyes as she asks, ‘Do you ever think about leaving this life?’ He exhales slowly, flicking ash out the window before smirking, ‘Do you ever think about staying?’

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS & RICH!READER who shouldn’t even be in the same room, let alone in love. She was raised with rules, he was raised by the streets. But when she’s curled up in his bed, wearing his hoodie instead of designer brands, and he’s watching her like she’s the one thing in this world he can’t afford to lose—nothing else matters.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS & RICH!READER who live in contradiction. She buys the most expensive perfume, but loves the way his jacket smells of leather and cigarettes. He swears he doesn’t believe in fairy tales, but watches her like she’s straight out of one. She should walk away, he should let her go—but instead, they fall deeper, until neither of them remembers what life was like before each other.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS & RICH!READER who fit together in ways no one understands. He teaches her how to let go, how to stop worrying about what people think. She shows him what it’s like to be cared for, to have someone who sees more than his reputation. And when he pulls her onto his lap, pressing a kiss to her jaw, whispering, ‘You really trust me, huh?’ she just smiles, because she always has.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS & RICH!READER who weren’t supposed to fall in love. She was supposed to be another curious girl, and he was supposed to be another bad decision. But now, she’s tangled in his sheets, in his life, in his world—and he’s staring at her like she’s the only thing worth fighting for.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS & RICH!READER who never thought they’d be the type to settle down. He always said he wasn’t the relationship type, and she always thought she’d end up with someone just like her. But now, he’s waiting for her outside her family’s mansion on his motorcycle, and she’s running toward him, designer heels in one hand, a reckless grin on her lips.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS & RICH!READER who don’t care about expectations. She was raised to be proper, polite, perfect—but with him, she’s messy, impulsive, real. And he was supposed to be heartless, untouchable—but when she rests her head on his chest, he softens in a way he never thought possible.

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OMG I JUST FOUND YOUR ACC YOURE SO GOOD please add me to your taglist 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Tysmm😭😭💗

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INTRODUCING… RICH!READER

— Best paired with gangmember!chris

𝜗℘ㆍ Sophisticated, Shy, Ambitious, Sweet, Independent, Gentle, Observant, Quiet, Confident, Humble, Reserved, Polite, Charismatic, Thoughtful, Caring, Loyal, Generous, Elegant, Modest, Soft-spoken, Intelligent.

RICH!READER who always dresses in designer clothes but still manages to remain humble.

RICH!READER who prefers quiet nights at home rather than attending fancy parties.

RICH!READER who has always been expected to follow a perfect, curated life filled with success and wealth. But inside, she’s questioning everything—her identity, her place in the world, and what truly matters to her. The only comfort she finds is in the moments where she can forget her role and be herself.

RICH!READER who doesn’t like to show off her wealth, but everyone knows she’s got it.

RICH!READER who finds comfort in small, thoughtful gestures rather than extravagant gifts.

RICH!READER who spends most of her time at high-end galas and events but finds herself daydreaming about simple adventures like taking a spontaneous road trip or sitting on the beach without anyone recognizing her. She feels torn between her family’s expectations and her own desires to break free.

RICH!READER who enjoys spending time with people who see her for who she is, not just her wealth.

RICH!READER who has a soft spot for underdogs, always trying to help those in need.

RICH!READER who has always been surrounded by luxury, but finds herself most at peace in the quiet, unnoticed moments. She doesn’t flaunt her wealth, preferring to keep it low-key while quietly helping others without seeking attention.

RICH!READER who can read people in an instant but still chooses to listen before speaking.

RICH!READER who’s the first to pick up the tab when her friends are in need, but keeps her own struggles hidden. She’s learned that money can’t buy happiness, and though she has everything anyone could dream of, she often feels a deep sense of loneliness.

RICH!READER who values intelligence and kindness over money and status.

RICH!READER who’s known for her elegance, but her heart is full of warmth and compassion.

RICH!READER who is used to being in the public eye due to her family’s status but has learned to hide behind a mask of composure and confidence. Despite the fame, she craves authenticity and is drawn to people who see beyond her money.

RICH!READER who is used to people wanting something from her, but what she really craves is genuine connection. She’s learned to trust very few, and while she appreciates her family’s love and wealth, she wishes for someone to see her beyond the wealth and admire her for her mind, her heart, and her personality.

RICH!READER who crossed paths with Chris when she needed help finding a particular street in the city. She was used to being surrounded by people who were eager to help her because of her status, but when she turned to him, he didn’t give her the usual pleasantries. Instead, he gave her a quick, unbothered response, which only made her more curious.

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INTRODUCING… GANGMEMBER!CHRIS

— Best paired with rich!reader

𝜗℘ㆍ Extroverted, Rebellious, Smoker, Independent, Tough, Confident, Protective, Defiant, Intimidating, Passionate, Loyal, Sarcastic, Charismatic, Unpredictable, Carefree, Sensitive (in his own way), Uninhibited, Calculating, Aggressive, Self- sufficient.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who loves to smoke and always has a cigarette between his lips, as if it’s the only thing that can keep him calm in a world that’s constantly out of control.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who’s spent more nights sleeping on the cold concrete than in a bed, finding comfort in the chaos of the streets rather than the safety of a home.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who wears his scars like a badge of honor, each one telling a story of survival in a world where weakness is never tolerated.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who’s fiercely loyal to the few he lets close, but if you betray him, you’ll find out exactly why he’s earned his reputation.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS always on edge, always watching his back, because in his world, trust is a luxury he can’t afford.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who always carries a knife just in case.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who trusts no one but his crew.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who never backs down from a challenge.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who’s always the first to start a fight.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who’s been in more dangerous situations than he can count.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who doesn’t care about the rules, only loyalty.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who never apologizes for anything.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who lives for the thrill of chaos.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who’s got a dark past he keeps hidden.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who speaks his mind, no matter who’s listening.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who’s got a soft spot for the people he cares about.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who’s addicted to the adrenaline rush.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who walks like he owns the streets.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who doesn’t trust easily, but once you’ve earned his loyalty, he’ll stand by you no matter what, even if it means putting himself in danger.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who talks tough but has a deep, buried anger that he rarely lets out, only for it to explode when pushed too far by someone he loves or cares about.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who’s made more enemies than friends in his life, but he doesn’t care because he knows how to handle himself, and his loyalty to his crew is the only thing that matters

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who never really had a childhood, growing up fast on the streets, learning to survive through sheer willpower and a hardened heart, leaving little room for emotions.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who’s known to be the life of the party when he’s in the mood, always surrounded by his friends and a cloud of smoke, but it’s all just a mask to hide the loneliness he feels inside.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who never lets anyone get too close, always keeping his personal life and emotions under wraps, but when he does open up, it’s to those who’ve proven themselves worthy of his trust.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who has a reputation for being dangerous, but in reality, he only fights when necessary, preferring to let his actions speak louder than his words.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who uses humor and sarcasm to mask his vulnerability, throwing around one-liners and jokes to deflect any real conversation about his past or his emotions.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who’s seen the worst of the world and learned to embrace it, but still holds on to a sliver of hope that one day he’ll be able to escape the cycle of violence and destruction he’s trapped in.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who’s always on the move, never staying in one place for too long, but deep down he longs for a place to call home and someone to truly belong to.

GANGMEMBER!CHRIS who met rich!reader when she asked him for directions on the street, not knowing who he was or what he was capable of, but his world collided with hers, and it felt like everything changed from that point onward.

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STREAM

— Warnings: oral (fem receiving), fingering, risky situation.

You looked at the screen in front of you, hundreds of messages appeared on the screen quickly. You bit your lip trying to read one —or maybe you were trying to hide a soft gasp.

"Where is Chris?" You read aloud. You shrugged. "I don't know, in his house, I guess"

A smile threatened to appear on your faces. You looked away, pretending you were looking for something. What people didn't know is that Chris was on his knees under the table. His face buried between your thighs.

You looked at the chat again.

"I'm fine, I'm just nervous, I'm waiting for a package." You said. It wasn't entirely a lie, if you were waiting for a package, but that wasn’t the reason for your mood.

Meanwhile, Chris moved his tongue over your clitoris, sucking it from time to time. His hands squeezed your thighs tightly while he devoured you.

"I-you know, I've ordered a set to get my nails done at home" you stammered. You put your hand on his head, intertwining your fingers in his hair. "I... I don't know how to do it, maybe y’all could recommend me things or teach me."

You settled in the chair. "I have also... I have gone to buy new nail polishes, I think..." a slight sigh came out of between your lips. "I think I've gone too far, I'll have bought about twenty."

"But why don't you go get your nails done instead of getting them done?" You read. "It's very expensive, although they also come out prettier, at least than me, surely."

You let out a slight gasp, Chris had put one of his long, slender fingers in you. You could feel his smile against your clit.

"My foot fell asleep, it's very annoying." You excused yourself. The people in the chat didn't seem to have noticed anything, no one was finding out that Chris was eating you out outside the shot that was seen on the camera. You seem to have been a good actress.

You felt how your belly began to tense, you were close to your climax. Chris' finger was touching that point repeatedly and if mouth worked on your clitoris, it was too much.

"E-excuse me, I'm going to the bathroom." You made the gesture of getting up and turned off the camera, but you didn't move. You could finally look at Chris, his eyes were fixed on your face. You put a finger on your lips, indicating that you couldn't make noise. He smiled again and added another finger

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and threw your head back. You opened your mouth but no sound came out of it. You moved your hips unconsciously up, needing to reach your climax as soon as possible.

His fingers picked up speed, as did his tongue. You bit your lower lip, wanting to suppress the moan that threatened to come out when you reached your limit.

Chris continued working, surfing the waves of pleasure that you still had left. You looked at him when he moved away, put his fingers in his mouth and cleaned your pleasure from them.

You moved aside to let Chris out from under the desk. He gave you a quick kiss on the lips before leaving the room.

"I'm back." You lit on the camera. You tried to hide what had happened, but a stupid smile was on your face.

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