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backwardhatmatt · 6 months ago

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fresh love ݁ .˚★⋆

in which, chris gets turned on by fem!reader wearing his brand.

warnings, smut smut smut. pinv. pet names. smut with minimal plot. fluff if u squint.

inspired by this fic by @chrissturnsfav

chris and nate had been playing the new fortnite season for longer than you had hoped… it had been almost 2 hours of them screaming back and forth through discord after losing each game. your boyfriend was determined to win a round, but you were determined to get his attention.

“chris? come to bed?” you spoke, walking towards his desk kissing the top of his head gently.

“one more game baby…” he said, looking up at you with those doe eyes which made it impossible to be mad at him.

you nodded at him, a little annoyed but willing to stay up and wait for him.

“yo nate, gotta piss. one sec.” you heard him say, watching him walk into the bathroom.

as chris got up, you noticed a cardboard box with the words ‘FRESH LOVE’ labelled on the front sitting under his desk. you remembered chris telling you that the sample shirts for his brand had come in today, that must be them.

you rummaged through the box, eventually finding your size and pulling it over your head. walking to your shared closet, you picked out a black lacy thong that you thought shouldn’t even be counted as underwear. even though it was uncomfortable, you couldn’t deny you that you looked damn good in it. you knew for a fact chris thought so too.

quickly checking yourself out in the mirror, you shoved the rest of the shirts back in the box. chris walked out of the bathroom, adjusting his gray sweatpants and and heading back towards his desk.

he glanced in your direction, immediately stopping in his tracks.

“yo- what… ” was all he managed to say, his eyes travelling down to your thighs, scanning your body quickly. his jaw slacking when he noticed you were wearing his clothing brand, and pretty much nothing else.

chris rubbed his jaw, looking you up and down in disbelief.

“you like?” you said, with a tiny smile on your face. feeling a little embarrassed now that he was shamelessly checking you out like this.

“do i like? baby… fuck.” he replied, running his hands through his hair, mouth practically watering.

“chris, bruh c’mon” nate spoke, through the speakers of chris’s headphones.

“yeah uhh. i’ll hit you later nate.. gotta go,” chris said, not taking his eyes off of you.

he smirked at you as his hand grabbed your ass, the other firmly gripping your waist. the makeout was anything but gentle, mouths working together feverishly. you felt his hands everywhere, gripping onto your ass, grabbing your jaw and slowly finding their way up your shirt.

chris let out a low groan against you as you tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck. breaking away from the heated kiss, chris tugged at the bottom of your shirt, asking for permission to lift it up. you nodded quickly, going to pull the fresh love shirt over your head before chris grabbed your wrist.

“keepin’ this on..” he says, scrunching the shirt above your tits and beginning to kiss dark bruises into your skin, decorating your chest with purple spots. he pulled away, grinning, as he admired his work.

you were already out of breath, heart beating out of your chest when chris whispered, “bed, baby?”

chris on top of you would always be your favourite sight. the way his eyes never left yours, the way his hair fell slightly over his face, how his breath hitched when your fingernails dragged down his back.

he leaned over you, nudging your legs open with his knee. his hand traveled down your body, stopping where the thin material of the thong sat on your hip. he hooked his finger under the string of your underwear, tapping your leg asking you to lift your hips so he could pull the black lace down…disregarding it somewhere on his bedroom floor.

“there ya’ go.. my pretty girl” chris whispered slowly, his slight boston accent peeking out as it always did during sex.

his hand came up to tuck your hair behind your ear, “so beautiful” he said, thumbing your cheek slowly, looking straight into your eyes.

“..chris…” you spoke as chris shifted his weight on the mattress, his boner becoming incredibly noticeable as it grazed against your stomach. “need you now.”

he pulled the grey sweats down, revealing a pair of cream colored skims underwear. you were practically foaming at the mouth at the sight of him.

you tugged at the boxers, freeing his dick. you watched his jaw clench as he pumped himself up and down before kissing you on the forehead and lining up with your entrance.

as he slowly pushed himself into you, you couldn’t help but sharply inhale at the stretch, squeezing your eyes tightly shut. you had forgotten how the burn felt, you had forgotten how big he was.

“..shit. good girl… almost there..” chris says in your ear through heavy breathing and almost moans.

it was gentle at first, chris taking his time with every roll of his hips, enjoying every tiny noise that slipped from your lips. until he couldn’t be gentle anymore.

noises of skin slapping and heaving breathing filled the room. chris was snapping his hips fast into you whilst you were tugging at his curls, saying his name over and over again like a prayer. chris let out a guttural groan when you involuntarily clenched around him, “…fuck. that’s’it…” he said, lifting your leg up to rest on his shoulder.

chris looked down to where your bodies connected, surprised to see your stomach bulging with every thrust of his hips. “baby…fuck. look at that huh?…s’perfect f’me..” he panted in-between moans, pressing down gently on the bulge that had formed.

you knew that you were already close, but this had pushed you over the edge. he was so deep inside of you, you could feel him everywhere, and with the added pressure of his hand on your stomach, it was all too much. “chris… shit. ‘gonna cum..fuck fuck fuck.” you responded.

this only made chris go faster… and harder. he was kissing your neck, whispering “let go baby..come on” into your ears, and that just about did it.

you were cumming, hard. you wrapped your legs around his waist, hands gripping his shoulders tight. & then, he was right there with you.

you gasped as he pulled out of you quickly, rolling over to his side of the bed. chris extended his arm out to you, patting the mattress next to him. you shuffled closer, fitting right under his arm laying your head on his chest. you were both panting as if you had just run a marathon, and you definitely felt like you had.

“…holy shit.” chris said, looking down at you with a goofy smile on his face.

AN : first ever fic / smut !!! long time sturniolo tumblr lurker, but finally posting something

thank u for reading🤍 -cassie

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backwardhatmatt · 10 months ago

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𝒀𝑨𝑳𝑬 | 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉.. chris is in danger of being kicked off his college lacrosse team, and he looks to y/n for tutoring. he doesn’t find it fair that he gets to party so much while she’s always studying, and decides to take her out one night to a frat

smut, p in v, use of y/n, back shots, unprotected sex, dumbification kink, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol, drunk sex, mentions of vaping, frat bro!chris, college au

5.7 k words

“what?” chris’s eyes go wide as he sits across from his school advisor, her rectangular frames perched low on her nose as she peers over at him over the lenses.

“as i just said, mr. sturniolo, your grades a poor, and if you can’t get them up by the end of the month i’m afraid you will lose your place on the lacrosse team.” the woman replied cooly, diverting her attention back to her computer where she had the boy’s transcript pulled up.

“a C+ in american history and psych, C in journalism, C- in math..” she began to list off, “you need to have at least a B average by the end of the semester to keep your scholarship, you know that right?”

“yes ma’am,” chris mumbled, his gaze falling to his pair of dirty air forces he wore on his feet. chris loved boston university. he’s had his eyes on it since he was a kid, his dad taking him and his brothers to their first game when they were younger. chris got to meet one of the players after the game, having him sign the boston university baseball cap that was too big for his seven year old head. he still had the hat, he brought it to every future lacrosse game and tournament after that because he deemed it to be good luck. he was pulled up to varsity as a freshman in high school, practically mopping the floor with everyone else, making them all look like amateurs. he’ll never forget the day in his junior year when he came home, an envelope sitting on the kitchen counter with his name on it from the head lacrosse coach at boston university. he said he’d seen chris play and wanted to invite him to their winter scouting sessions. after the week he’d spent there over break, he made the commitment to play there after high school.

now here he was, his first semester of sophomore year. the first year was a piece of cake for him, taking all introductory classes where you could practically sleep the whole time and still pass with flying colors. he even pledged to a frat, wanting to grow closer with his teammates and other kids on his floor. even though he was still younger, the older kids let chris and a couple other freshman and sophomores stay in the frat house with them. he’d grown quite popular on campus, too, having acclaimed the nickname “kissing chris” for his tendency to frequently hook up with nearly every girl on campus. he wasn’t sure if it was the frat or the lacrosse team, or both, but he had quickly made a name for himself by the end of the third week of his first year. he’d gotten with at least one girl from every single one of his classes, and even more at house parties. he wasn’t a commitment type of guy, he just liked to hook up and move on to the next one. his frat brothers and teammates all loved him like they were blood-related, and now he was in danger of losing them.

“mr. sturniolo?” the nasally voice broke him from his thoughts.

“yeah, sorry,” he replied, “what did you say again?”

“i said we offer peer tutoring here at boston university. i can give you a flyer if you would like, i think you could really benefit from it.” she told him, swiveling in her chair to look at the boy once more. she took her glasses off her face, placing them on the desk as she leaned forward. “i understand you may think attending a big school on a sports scholarship is all fun and games, but you are here to learn, not to just party and goof off with your friends.”

chris nodded, the advisor beginning to sound like his mother. “yes ma’am.”

she sighed, reaching in her desk to pull out a blue sheet of paper, handing it to chris.

“look into tutoring, chris, it looks like it’s your best shot at staying on your team.”

he forced a smile and nodded, taking the paper and grabbing his backpack, leaving her office. he made his way out of the building, heading to his bio class as he read the flyer.

peer tutoring offered monday-friday everyday in the campus library. see circulation desk for more information and questions.

“fuck,” he muttered. he felt a new low having to have another student teach him. he scoffed, stuffing the paper into his backpack to swap it out for his pineapple flavored vape, taking a long hit before entering the science building.

“it’s such bull,” chris told his friend, william, as he chucked the yellow rubber ball to his teammate on the other side of the room from his white-mesh stick. he was currently in his frat house, passing a ball back in forth in the living room before practice. will was his roommate his freshman year, the both of them being offered a spot in the house as opposed to the dormitory halls last spring.

“i agree, man,” will told his friend, doing a quick stick trick before passing the ball back to chris.

“like, i came here to play, who the fuck cares if i had a C in my sophomore psych class*?”* he asked, will just shaking his head in response.

“so what are you gonna do?” he asked.

chris sighed, taking his hat off quick and running a hand through his hair. “i don’t know dude, like i don’t wanna be kicked off the team but i really think i need a tutor.”

“i’ll tutor you,” will laughed, half-joking as chris passed the ball back to him, the ball effortlessly moving between the two boys sticks, almost as if there were a string attached to the top and someone was manipulating it.

“yeah fucking right.” chris scoffed.

the both of them laughed together, continuing throw and catch the lacrosse ball, soon getting ready to head down to the turf for practice. chris liked late afternoon practices, the hot sun of the boston daytime finally beginning to go down, cooling the air around them. chris’s favorite part about his school’s location was the river that sat next to it, making the sunset so much prettier every night. as he walked to the stadium, he tried to really remember why he was here. he thought back to all the early before school practices he had in high school, his brother matt practically dragging chris out of bed so they didn’t have to run a mile for being late. he remembered all the weekends he spent at tournaments with his parents at tournaments, the excitement he felt getting ready at the hotels before playing all day. he dug around in his bag, pulling out his old beat up and tattered signed boston university hat, placing it gently on his head and he jogged to meet up with his teammates walking ahead of him.

when they arrived at the field, chris informed all his friends about his situation, most of them advising to just swallow his pride and just do the tutoring. he sighed, knowing they were probably right. so the next day he found himself at the library, getting himself set up with a tutor.

chris was leaving his final class of the day, reluctantly making his way to the library. he kept his head tucked down, praying he didn’t bump into anyone he knew. he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed that not only he was about to get kicked off the lacrosse team, but that he needed a tutor for god’s sake. he sighed, heading to the tables in the back reserved for peer tutoring. it was mostly vacant, except for the table in the way back, where you were currently sat. your nose was stuck in a textbook, being slightly startled when chris approached you.

“this is where i’m supposed to be for tutoring, right?” the brunette boy asked, taking his hat off and running a hand through his hair. you looked up and nodded, flashing him a smile. he took the seat next to you, tossing his mostly-empty book bag on the table as he stuck his hand out to you. “i’m chris.”

“y/n.” you replied, taking his hand in yours and shaking it. “sorry about the mess, i was trying to get a head start on my calculous homework.” you apologized, organized the scattered papers and books that were sprawled out in front of you.

“you’re good,” chris chuckled, reaching into his bag to pull out his notebook and laptop, empty chip bags and receipts coming out as well, “i usually do my homework outside the classroom the day it’s due.”

“you do?” you asked, nearly dumfounded, although you shouldn’t have been so surprised. you’d seen his transcript, the tutor advisors making it a point to get you working with him. “my assignments take me days.”

“what’s your major?” chris asked.

“biomedical engineering. you?” you replied, a small quirk of the lips appearing on your face. you prided yourself in your academics. from a young age, you knew you loved learning. holidays and birthdays were always filled with books, at-home science kits, math practice books. sure, it was nerdy, but you liked it. and you were good. really really good.

“finance,” he told you, “but i mostly came here to play lacrosse.”

“very cool.” you hummed, moving your papers off to the side so you could face him. “so, where would you like to start? i talked a little with your advisor, she told me you needed help with most of your classes.”

“yeah, i do.” chris laughed, feeling slightly embarrassed. school was never his forte, but he figured his athleticism would carry him through school. and it did, chris barely passed high school but he passed anyway (thanks to his brothers begging the principal to let them graduate together) and made it to living out his division 1 lacrosse dreams. and that was all about to be taken away in a month if he couldn’t pull his shit together. “i don’t really care.”

“okay well let’s start with the easy classes first. it gets it out of the way and makes you feel rewarded once you’re done when you’ve barely done any work.” you rambled, grabbing your five-subject divided notebook, flipping to a fresh page, beginning to write out notes to help him go back to.

chris smiled, watching as you began explaining the psychology lecture, claiming you took that class your first year. he’s pretty sure he’d seen you around campus before, always with your head down working on an assignment. the longer he looked, he realized you were in his math class. he didn’t even realize he was taking calculus this semester. you were always sat in the first row of the lecture hall, your hair tucked into a neat low ponytail with loose curls. your outfits were always put together, sporting plaid mini skirts with an oversized sweater. right now, you had on a large boston university crewneck, the neck cut so it sat nicely on your shoulders, matched with a pair of loose grey sweats, your hair clipped back messily. chris was mesmerized by how easily the topic came to you, explaining it like it was second nature.

“chris.” your voice broke him away from his thoughts. he shook his head rubbing his eyes.

“sorry, what’d you say again?”

“i asked if you started the assignment for the class yet,” you smiled, leaning over him slightly to point at his laptop, “it says it’s due friday. you should start it today so by then you’re not stressing over it, you have a lot of work you need to do.”

“oh, uh, yeah, i’ll get on that.” he muttered, scribbling down in his notebook the due date and the assignment name underneath his to do list you suggested he make. you hummed, continuing to go over the topic with chris as he tried his best to understand. after what felt like only twenty minutes to you, you noticed chris was nodding off and paying less and less attention.

“do you wanna take a break?” you suggested, seeing the time on your phone read 6:30, meaning you’d been working for nearly two hours. you’d gotten so wrapped up in the work you hadn’t realized how late it’d gotten. he nodded, pulling his backpack in front of his face, laying his head down on it as a makeshift pillow “tired?” you giggled.

“i’ve never done this much school work at one time in my life.” chris mumbled into his arms.

you laughed, making chris smile. “you’re doing great though. we can stop soon if you want.”

“nah, it’s cool, i just need a little break then i’ll be back on it.” he said, reaching into his backpack, slightly pulling out his vape to take a hit. you examined his actions, your eyes going wide. he noticed, pulling it out all the way to hand over to you. “want a hit? it’s pineapple.”

“no, i’m okay, thank you.” you said, your cheeks turning red.

chris chuckled, taking another hit before putting it back into the front pocket of his book bag. he leaned back against the chair, arms sat on his stomach as he legs spread slightly. “not into it?”

“i mean, i’ve tried it before, my friend’s at some party last year, but it was really gross.” you explained, your hands flailing around as you spoke.

“you go to frat parties?” chris asked, his jaw nearly on the ground in awe. “i feel like i can’t imagine that at all.”

“well, no, not frat parties, but last year i went to a couple house parties, well not even parties, they were more like get-togethers, that this boy in my chem class threw.” you rambled.

“y/n,” chris deadpanned, “you mean to tell me you’ve never been to a real college party before?”

you shook your head no in embarrassment. you knew who chris was, but you never really knew him. but from what the girls on your floor giggled about, you knew he was a big party-goer with an even bigger body count. it seemed like everywhere you went on campus, you always heard a group of girls talking about how they, or someone they knew, hooked up with chris at a party from the previous weekend. you weren’t really the type to hook up, maybe just a couple tipsy kisses shared with boys in your group. but you couldn’t help but feel curious to know if chris was really as good as everyone claimed him to be.

“we need to change this,” he said, “i can’t let my tutor not get the full college experience.”

you smiled at his words, shaking your head, “chris, really, it’s okay.”

“nope,” he said, the “p” sound popping, “my frat house is throwing a party this friday, i’ll come pick you up at 8.”

you sighed, deciding not to argue with him over this. besides, you really could use a party. you were caught up on all your work and figured you could take a break. plus, you weren’t complaining about seeing chris outside of your upcoming tutoring schedules. “sounds like a plan.” chris cheered, pulling you in for a side hug eagerly. “it won’t disappoint, i swear.”

just like he promised, chris was in your common room at eight o’clock, chatting up your suite mates while you were finishing up your final touches to your make up, getting ready to head to chris’ frat house. you backed away from the mirror, taking in your full outfit. instead of your normal rory gilmore-esque **skirts, you opted for a black leather mini skirt, and a red corset styled top, your hair in a neat slick back ponytail. you put your lip liner into your small purse, taking one last glance before heading out to meet chris.

everyone’s eyes fell to you as you entered the common room, your cheeks turning red as your roommate, ayla, gushed. “y/n, you look sooooo good.”

you smiled, giving a small twirl to show off the whole outfit, chris’ gaze immediately falling to your ass. he would be lying right now if he said he wasn’t turned on. “ready?” he asked, standing up from the couch that was decorated in nerdy science-y throw pillows (all of your roommates were stem majors, the four of you instantly clicking).

you nodded, giving the girls all hugs before you left, your friend tiffany whispering in your ear, “try and get with chris tonight, he’s totally checking you out.”

you pushed her shoulder, rolling your eyes. “okay.”

“i’m serious y/n,” she whined as your trailed behind chris, him holding the door open for you (probably just to look at your ass) while you left. “have fun!” the girls all called.

the both of you made your way across campus from your dorm to chris’ house, mindlessly chatting about nonsense on the way there.

“i just, like, don’t understand the whole point of proofs, how am i supposed to prove it’s a triangle? fucking look at it!” chris exclaimed, his hands moving with him as he talked, you giggling up at him.

“i know geometry is stupid.” you agreed, your eyes studying chris’ feature while he looked back at you.

you typically weren’t the one to really care about frat guys, you came to school to study and get a career, but you couldn’t help the funny feeling in your stomach when chris look at you. tonight he wore a blue polo shirt, matched with a pair of khaki shorts that were just the right amount of length to show off his thigh tattoo (a scorpion, he’d gone with his brothers on their 18th birthday), and his signature backwards red sox hat.

“y/n, what are you looking at?” chris teased, turning his head again to face forward. “if i didn’t know any better i’d think little-miss-book-smart has a staring problem.”

“i do not,” you fake gasped, bringing your hand to your chest and pretending to be upset, “i was just looking at you and wondering how you’re still enrolled in the school.”

chris laughed, nudging your side. “that was a low blow.”

you laughed too, your body on fire at the slightest touch from chris. you nudged him back a little too hard, causing him to stumble, you two erupting into a fit of giggles.

the both of you continued your flirtatious banter all the way to the house, your nerves suddenly skyrocketing when you arrived. the house was already crowded, kids scattered all across the lawn, plastic cups accompanied in their hands while they all socialized. the ground was practically shaking from the music blaring inside the house, different colored lights being seen through the windows.

“i promise it isn’t as scary as it looks,” chris told you, sensing your apprehensions. “just stick with me, you’ll have fun.”

you nodded, following him inside the packed out house. teenage bodies filled the space, all standing crowded together, the music become ten times louder. from what you were able to see, there was no furniture, except for a couch moved against the wall, and two folding tables. one hosted an array of alcohol, sodas, and cups, the other was occupied by a group of people playing various drinking games. you felt chris move behind you to guide you through the house, keeping his hand on your waist and your back flushed against his front. you felt his hot breath against your neck as he leaned down to ask if you wanted a drink, your cheeks heating up. you nodded while he smirked, bringing you over to the table.

“you drink a lot?” chris asked, his hand staying at the small of your back while he surveyed the various types of alcohol, contemplating how to start off the night.

“not really,” you admitted, “i think i’ve been to the bars maybe twice since i’ve been here.”

chris’ jaw hung agape as he looked down at you. “that’s changing tonight,” he decided, “what do you want?”

“surprise me.” you smiled, slightly flirting, your head cocking to the side as your eyes wandered all over chris’ face. he smirked, getting to work pouring different liquids into a red solo cup for you, trying to perfect your drink. you watched in amusement as his slender fingers wrapped around each bottle, wondering what they would feel like on the inside of your thighs. you shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the thought. you were naïve to think chris actually wanted you, even though he had the reputation of the campus slut. you didn’t typically catch guys’ attention, not that you entertained it anyway, but a small part of you was praying you’d get some action with chris tonight.

“here you go,” chris’ voice broke you out of your dazed thoughts, “it’s my signature drink.”

“what is it?” you wondered aloud, peering down into the cup, bringing it to your lips and tilting your head back.

“jack daniels and cherry pepsi,” he told you proudly, bringing his cup to yours, “cheers.”

you both clinked the plastic cups together, each taking a large swig. looking back at one another, the two of you giggled, each of you finishing the drink in a few more sips.

you’d been at the party for about an hour now, and you were already gone. you were barely able to taste the alcohol in your drink, having chris make you another one within the first ten minutes of you guys being there. chris was shocked at how easily you downed your drinks, keeping up with your pace as he was also on his sixth drink of the night. you were both currently on your second round of beer pong, chris dragging you over to play after one of his frat brothers had suggested you two verse him. to chris’ shock again, you were surprisingly doing amazing, and if he hadn’t known any better, he would’ve thought you were partying every weekend. you were practically carrying the two of them, managing to make nearly every shot. if you didn’t make a shot, you were missing it by barely an inch, and that was from the alcohol coursing through your veins.

“are you sure you’ve never played cup pong before?” chris giggled into your ear, the alcohol beginning to loosen him up as well. his hand found home to your hip that was opposite him, pulling you closer to him as you tossed the ball forward, landing it in the other side’s cups.

“it’s all about getting your arm at the right angles.” you smiled up at him matter-of-factly, the space between you dangerously close. chris smirked, positioning himself to be upright to take the shot, still holding on to you as the white ball splashed into the cup, causing his friends to groan as they picked up the red solo cups, downing it’s contents.

“i can show you all the right angles later.” he murmured through a smile, bringing his cup to hips lips and taking a sip all while keeping his eye contact with you.

your face turned a deep red as he just laughed. you knew he was a flirt, and his comment shouldn’t have affected you that much, but you couldn’t help but clench your thighs together at the thought of chris fucking you. “what makes you think i give it up that easy?” you replied back slyly, trying to keep you cool.

“for starters,” he whispered into you ear, “you haven’t been subtle about your eye-fucking all night.” his hand now sat dangerously low on your hip, pulling you closer to him. “and second, i know if i put my hand between your legs right now you’ll be dripping.”

fulfilling his words, his hand dipped down to your inner thigh beneath your skirt, his fingers pressed against your panties. you shuddered at the contact, his silver bracelet cool against your burning skin. “see?” he said, slowly rubbing you through your panties, “knew you’d be fuckin’ soaked for me.”

“chris,” you started slowly, your face now inches from his.

“say the words, ma, and i’m all yours.” he smirked, holding eye contact, his hands not stopping.

“i want you to fuck me.” you breathed.

his smirk turned to a grin, tugging you by the wrist towards the steps, heading for his room. his spot at the pong table was instantly replaced, another drunk couple taking their places. you dodged your way through the teenage bodies crowing the hallways, staying close behind chris as he guided you up into his room. he swiftly opened a door, silently praying no one was in his room already. much too his delight, the room was exactly how he’d left it earlier, and he pulled you inside, instantly pinning you against the door, peering down at you with that cheshire cat grin. “hi,” he smiled at you, before ducking his head down to capture your lips in a messy kiss.

your arms instantly were around his neck, your head tilting to the side to deepen the kiss. chris grinned at your eagerness, parting your lips open with his tongue as he explored the inside of your mouth. you moaned at the feeling of his tongue swirling around yours, slightly pushing him back towards the bed. he took the hint, spinning you both around as he ushered you both to the bed, your lips never parting once. he pushed you down and your back hit the bed, chris crawling on top of you as he brought his lips to your neck, beginning to suck a bruise into your skin. your hands threaded their way to the back of his head, accidentally knocking his cap off as your nails scratched at his curls. “chris,” you moaned quietly, your legs wrapping around his waist in a means to feel him against you.

“i know,” he mumbled in between kisses to your neck, gently nipping at your collarbone, “gon’ make you feel amazing i swear.”

you moaned again, feeling chris’ tongue dart against your smooth skin, licking his way down to the valley of your breasts. he began to kiss and suck at the exposed skin, reaching behind you to undo your top, pulling it off and throwing it behind him. he pulled back, admiring your bare chest as he looked down at you with pure lust in his eyes. “so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he muttered, leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth. his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, flicking it back and forth as he sucked on your tit. the other hand had moved from your stomach to your other boob, grabbing and squeezing the flesh. you gasped, arching your back up into chris.

he chuckled, pulling off and giving the same treatment to your other tit. his right hand stayed groping, the other slipping down between your bodies to toy with your skirt. you moaned, watching as chris grinned up at you, pulling off your boob slightly as he flicked your nipple once more with his tongue. “so needy for me,” he smirked, leaning up to pull your skirt down, revealing your soaked panties, “who would’ve thought miss smarty-pants wants to get fucked dumb?” he teased.

“chris,” you whined unable to string your thoughts together, your hips involuntary bucking up, desperate for some friction as his hand grabbed the skin of your thigh roughly. “need you bad.”

“yeah, yeah, i know,” he chuckled cockily, flipping you over by the hips and pulling your ass up. he sat up on his knees, tugging his shorts and boxers off, leaving his bare bottom half exposed. his hand smoothed over the skin of your ass, raising up and delivering a hard smack to your cheek. “got a nice fuckin’ ass on you, ma.” he muttered, beginning to pump himself with he free hand as a spanked you again. you moaned out at the sensation, burying your head further into the mattress beneath you.

“please,” you whimpered, slightly leaning back against chris’ torso.

“i like hearing you beg,” chris grinned from behind you, both of his hands now on your hips as he guided himself to be aligned with your entrance. you whined at his words, a low moan slipping from your mouth as you felt him slide in. “fuck,” he grunted, “so fuckin’ tight for me.”

he began pumping in and out of you, his hips snapping forward to meet yours as groans fell from his plump lips. his hands gripped your hips tightly, probably leaving bruises for you to discover tomorrow morning. the bottom of chris’ polo was tucked into his teeth, his eyes burning into your back as he slammed into you. “you like this shit?” he mumbled, the fabric causing his voice to be muffled, “you like getting fucked by the person you tutor?”

“mhmm,” you whined out, your brain turning to mush as chris repeatedly hit your g spot over and over again.

“don’t look so smart now, huh y/n?” he teased, his head thrown back as your pussy clenched around him, his shirt falling down. he quickly took one hand off your hip, tugging his shirt off without ever slowing his actions, his hand now pressing to the small of your back, causing it to arch. “you look pretty fuckin’ dumb drooling all over my sheets like that.”

you moaned again, nodding your head as your hands grasped onto the sheets below you, trying to ground yourself.

“what’s making you act all stupid, ma?” chris groaned, bringing a hand down to tease your clit as he kept on pounding into you.

“y-your cock,” you hiccuped, feeling your stomach begin to tingle as chris began rubbing his thumb against your clit.

“smart girl,” he praised teasingly, leaning down you pepper kisses and small bites to your shoulder. “you like bein’ a dumb slut for my cock?” he mumbled into your skin, slamming into you at a deeper angle.

you moaned out an mhm, unable to think straight as you felt your orgasm approaching, the only thing in your head right now as the feeling of chris stretching out your tight walls. “i’m close.” you managed to mutter.

chris chuckled, leaning up again, his thumb moving expeditiously against your clit. “mhm yeah?” he replied mockingly, imitating your moans. “it’s that fucking good? so good you can barely talk? gonna cum already?”

“please chris,” you whined out, “needa cum so bad.”

a dark grin appeared over chris’ face, realizing the power he held over you. “yeah? the poor girl dumb off my cock wants to cum?”

“yes,” you gasped, your grip on the sheets tightening as chris had you dangling at the edge of your release.

“spell mischievous,” he chuckled from behind you, keeping his pace steady.

“what?” you cried out, your mind dazed.

“you’re a smart girl, aren’t you? spell for me.”

“can’t,” you whined, the tightness in your tummy about to burst at any second.

“then you’re not cumming,” chris replied cooly, a douchey grin appearing on his lips, “i’m finishing either way.”

you cried out a no, trying to regain yourself as you began spelling out the word. “m, i, s,” you began, hearing chris laughing from behind you. he had you seconds away from your orgasm, making you spell, and he was laughing.

“i’m just fucking with you,” he half moaned, half laughed, “cum for me, ma.”

you yelped out, the music blaring through the house covering up your moan. your vision blurred as you came all over chris, him continuing to fuck you through your orgasm as he pulled out, cumming all over your backside, hissing out a long “fuuuck.” he collapsed down on top of you, gently toying with your ponytail as you both tried to steady your breathing.

he peeled yourself himself off the bed, looking down at you and smiling.

“you okay?” he rasped, a lopsided smirk appearing on his face. you nodded, thanking him as he handed you your top back from off of his floor. “if you told me a week ago i fucked my tutor i probably would’ve laughed at you.” he smiled, standing up to gather his clothes and began redressing himself.

“same here,” you replied back, pulling your panties and skirt back up, “if you told me a week ago i’d be at a frat i would’ve laughed at you.”

you both chuckled, remaining quiet for a moment before chris spoke up.

“i, uh, i had a good time tonight, y/n.” he said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. you looked up at him from the end of his bed, giving him a slightly puzzled look. he began rambling. “not just the sex, i mean, that was cool, but i-”

“chirs,” you laughed, “i did too. i’m glad you got me to go out.” you both shared sincere smiles with one another, before chris reached his hand out to help pull you off the bed. you were standing nearly pressed against his chest, looking up at him with a sweet smile on your face.

he returned the smile, before asking nervously, “can i kiss you?”

you nodded, reaching up to capture his lips in an endearing kiss. not like the ones you shared previously, where it was a hot mess of teeth and tongues, but this one made your chest feel warm and fuzzy. you smiled into the kiss, tiling your head to the side and deepening it, chris’ top lip slotting against your bottom.

he pulled away, a big stupid grin on his face. “you should come see me play sometime.” he told you, his hands wrapping around your waist to pull you in closer.

“yeah, if you don’t get kicked off the team.” you joked, your arms pulling him closer by his neck as you both gently swayed with one another, not ready to go back downstairs just yet.

“i don’t think i will,” he smirked, leaning in close to your lips once more, “my tutor’s pretty great.”

“yeah?” you whispered, your mouth inches from his, “tell me about it.”

he smiled, pressing his lips to yours once more, pulling you close against his body. you both shared the sweet moment, giving each other small kisses back and forth, before you pulled away to drag chris back downstairs.

“come on,” you said, pulling him by the wrist and giggling, “gotta get back to my first frat party.”

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