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[y3sterdaysproblem]

𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘!𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨

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chris loves eating you out and fingering you, taking his time and making you cum at least once before he fucks you

is constantly proving to you why you love any form of missionary with him

you and chris can never turn down a makeout session with him running his hands all over your body

how chris fucks you after you have yet another argument about his feelings, promising you he ‘just needs time to figure it out’

chris knows he’s going to end up doing all the work when you ask to be on top, but he lets you do it anyway

when movie night just ends up with you taking your time on his cock that you just can’t seem to get enough of

chris’s favorite way to relax and unwind after a long, tiring day

spending the night at his place always ends up like this in the morning

you guys always have to get your own hotel room when he takes you back home to boston so he can use you however he likes

chris makes you do all the work after you had an attitude with him all day “you can have it, but you gotta take it.”

you’re always more than willing to suck him off wherever he wants, even letting him finish all over your pretty tits if he’s nice enough

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[y3sterdaysproblem]

𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙮 - 𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨

cw: mentions of smoking, smut

wc: 2.5k

“you want food first?” chris asks, turning his head to look at you where you sat in his passenger seat for a moment before returning his eyes to the road.

“before I ride you?” you question, your own head popping up from looking at your phone to stare at his side profile, eyes trailing over his seemingly flawless jawline, the pout of his lips, his nose that fit his face perfectly. “fuck no, I wanna smoke, park, fuck, then you buy me food once we get snacky.”

chris let out a laugh, straight line of teeth visible from behind his lips. “okay,” he agreed with a small nod, pointing to his glove compartment. “brought you something.”

you tilt your head curiously, turning your attention to his glovebox, hand reaching out to open it. once it drops open, you let out a small gasp and grab the thin, long box wrapped with a little red bow. “what is this?” you say excitedly, pulling it into your lap, quickly pulling the bow undone.

chris peeks over at you one more time, a smile still present on his face. “just open it, dumbass.”

you listen, popping the lid off the box and gasping again, letting out a small squeal when you see what’s inside. “a new cart?!” you ask, looking back up at him to see him already watching, car stopped at a red light.

“yeah, it’s a hybrid, too,” he informs you, nodding his head towards it. “figured we could smoke that tonight.”

you grin and reach forward to pinch his cheek, shaking it aggressively to which he groaned and pushed your hand away from him. “you know me so well,” you beam, bringing your attention back to the cart, pulling it out of the box and clicking the little square button five times, watching as the little light turns on to indicate it’s ready.

“I know,” chris shrugs, starting to drive again. he’s headed towards a spot you guys have parked at a couple times, a secluded area tucked into a forest preserve that nobody really showed up at anymore, ignoring the fact that it was closed past sunset.

it doesn’t take long for you guys to get there, but despite the little time between opening the new cart and getting to your spot, you both have hit it enough times to start feeling the effects, your eyes getting heavy and body feeling lighter. “chris,” you say through a small giggle as you guys are parking, turning your body to face him in your seat.

“yeah?” he responds, throwing the car into park and pulling off his seatbelt, turning to look at you as well. your grin only widened as his attention fell on you, feeling nothing but confident under his gaze. “you are so hot,” you tell him, eyes wandering over his all black outfit, soaking in his appearance.

“y’think so?” chris says with a smirk, leaning back in his chair, his hand coming down to the side of it to mess with the buttons, starting to move himself backwards, farther away from the steering wheel. “wanna show me how hot you think I am?”

you nod slightly, pulling your own seatbelt off and climbing over to sit atop his thighs, resting comfortably in his lap as your hands came up to thread through his hair. “you’re already hard,” you mumble, eyes scanning over his face as he stared up at you through hooded, lust fill eyes. “yeah, because I can’t stop thinking about you on top of me,” chris responds, his hands landing on your thighs where they pushed your dress up slightly. “a sun dress is kind of a crazy choice.”

you laugh and nod slightly in agreement, moving your hips on top of his slightly. “I know, it’s a little cold but I wanted you to have easy access.” you reach down to prove your point, pulling the dress up over your stomach to reveal your lack of underwear, hearing chris’s breath catch in his throat.

“fuck, you’ve been in my car with no underwear all this time?” he asks, instantly bringing his hand between your legs and dragging his middle fingers between your folds, fascinated by the sight in front of him. “would’ve had you touching yourself this whole time if I knew.”

you laugh softly and grab his jaw to tilt his head up, meeting his eyes again. “i’m already gonna do all the work right now, wanted to save my energy,” you say teasingly, leaning down to close the distance between you two, pressing your lips firmly against chris’s. he immediately returned the kiss, his fingertips pressing into the skin of your thighs where they rested, other hand still touching you where you needed him the most, spreading your folds apart and pressing into your clit, eliciting a small whine that slipped through your nostrils.

both of your lips part and your tongues meet in the middle, dancing together as he pressed his fingers inside of you, letting out his own groan as he felt how wet you were. “what’s got you all wet for me, hm?” chris asks lowly, pulling away from your lips for a moment. you’re annoyed at the lack of content, but that feeling is quickly washed away when his fingers curl inside of you, pulling out another small noise from your mouth. “you,” you respond breathily, hips grinding down on chris’s hand slowly. “thinking about you.”

chris smiles lazily up at you, keeping his eyes focused on your face that was slightly above his. “me?” he implores, raising an eyebrow. “what about me?”

he’s starting to slowly fuck you with his fingers, making you more and more breathless by the seconds passing, eyelids threatening to flutter shut. “this. you inside me in any way. told you, just looking at you gets me so horny.” you’re whining now, desperate for more friction, practically riding his fingers as they pressed up against your walls. you let go of your dress and reach down to grab the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging to let him know what you want, and he quickly obliged and raises his hips for you to pull them down just to his thighs, along with his briefs, revealing his hard cock, desperate for its own attention. “can I?” you ask him, ripping your gaze from his lap to his eyes, seeing how glazed over they were.

he nods, pulling his fingers from inside you and instead rubbing circles on your clit as you moved your knees slightly to position yourself above him, slowly sinking down on him. “shit,” you gasp, feeling blissed out from him inside you and stimulating you with his fingers. “you fill me up so good.”

“yeah?” chris hums, pulling his hand away and using both to push up your dress again, bunching it over your hips for a clear view of how well you were taking him. “tell me more.”

you laugh, shaking your head at his attempt to get you to feed into his ego. “you’re so conceited,” you comment, leaning forward to press your lips together again, this time in a slower, drawn out kiss, tongues moving together as if you have all the time in the world. his hand comes up to cup your jaw and hold you close, his touch sending a shiver down your spine as you feel the wetness of his fingers on your skin, loving the way he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

your hips still moved up and down, slow and sensual like you had promised him in the texts, soft r&b floating through his speakers in the background, only intensifying the mood in the car. it was hard to admit to yourself, and you’d never say it out loud, but sometimes being with chris felt like the world around you both had disappeared and you were the only two in existence, using each other’s bodies for your own pleasure. tonight felt no different, the way he held onto your face to keep you close, his other hand rubbing from your waist to your hip as you moved on top of him, his touch saying everything he couldn’t with his mouth pressed against yours.

you pull away from him slightly, both of your hands resting on either side of his neck, foreheads pressed together as your breath mingles between your faces, the pace of your hips slowing slightly as you look down at chris’s expression, a small smile lighting up your face. “you look good like this,” you whisper, catching his attention. “like what?” he asks in the same volume, using his hand that’s already on your face to push some hair behind your ear before resting back on your jaw again. “like this,” you say, nodding slightly. “relaxed, sitting back and letting me do all the work. holding me and making me feel all wanted and shit.”

chris lets out a small, quiet laugh and rolls his eyes, sliding his left hand around to squeeze your ass roughly. “shut up and keep doing what you’re best at, yeah? y’talk too much.”

you scoff and return the eye roll, but you pick up your hips nonetheless, rocking against him again. you switch your position slightly and lean back against the steering wheel, careful to not lean on the horn, placing one hand on the door and the other on his knee, head falling back slightly at the change in angle, giving chris a perfect view of your chest up to your throat. he’s unable to resist the temptation, his hands reaching up to pull the top of your dress down, exposing your tits to him, nipples hard from arousal. “fuuuck,” he groans at the sight, taking in your whole figure; your thighs straining on either side of him, his cock sliding in and out of you as you bounced on top of him, stomach tensing as your hips moved, tits bouncing perfectly with the action. “this is what you were made for, hm? made to take me whenever I want you. god, I wish you could see yourself.” he’s running his hands all over your body as he speaks, finally landing on your waist to help you with your movements, sensing your legs tiring out.

you pull your head back up and look down your body, watching as he disappears inside of you over and over, feeling overwhelmed at the sight. “you fill me up so well, chris, gonna make me cum,” you whine, pushing yourself back up so your chests are almost pressed together again, grabbing onto his shoulders tightly as your pace picked up, feeling your orgasm approaching. he trails his fingers back down to touch you again, pulling a string of whimpers from your lips as he helped you, the sounds of both of your moans filling the car.

“that’s it,” he praises, still circling around your clit as your body shakes, fingers digging into his skin roughly as your orgasm crashes down on you, eyes clenched shut tight. you tuck your face into his neck as you slow down, hips twitching as chris’s fingers coax you through the end of it.

“my god,” you sigh into his skin, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. your senses are overwhelmed with his cologne, a scent you’ve grown too familiar with over the past who knows how long, one that makes your heart leap when it floods your nose.

you take a few moments to relax, breathing leveling out into his neck, before you start to move again, pulling almost all the way off of him before dropping down again. he groans at the feeling, letting his eyes flutter shut and his head fall back against the headrest, focusing his mind on the way you felt around him. “you fill me up so well,” you whisper into his skin, starting to place small kisses along it, feeling goosebumps arising under your lips at the touch. “so big inside me, stretching me out so nice.” you’re feeding into his size kink to bring him closer, smiling against him as you hear a small whine leave his lips, his hands digging into your hips roughly.

“that’s it, just focus on how good i’m making you feel,” you hum, teeth nipping at his skin. leaving marks was something you both were typically against, as you were each sleeping with different people, but you always knew when he’d let you do it, and it was when he was so close, teetering on the edge of completion when he would fully surrender his body to you, let you do whatever you wanted as he creeped closer and closer. you suckled on his skin softly, but hard enough to leave a red-purple bruise on his pale skin, smiling when you pulled away and laid your eyes on it. “gonna cum for me, chris?” you ask, sitting straight up and picking up your pace, dropping your hips back onto his roughly.

“mmhmmm,” chris nods his head, keeping his eyes shut as his mouth slowly opened, teeth clenching together and sucking air through them as his eyebrows furrowed, letting you know he was close.

“cum inside me, please, chris, I need it so bad,” you whine, turning up the dramatics for his own pride, hands resting on his chest for leverage as you rode him, letting small moans and whimpers leave your mouth.

“fuck, i’m-, oh my god,” chris stutters, fingers gripping into your skin with a bruising pressure, his back pushing off the seat slightly as he groaned loudly, dick twitching inside you as he came, small whimpers slipping out with each breath, his head coming forward to rest on your bare chest. “jesus christ,” he croaks out, wrapping his arms around your waist lazily to hold you close.

you smile and press your face into his hair, hands trailing around to his back. “dunno bout you but that sounded like whimpers to me,” you say quietly, a teasing lilt in your voice.

chris groans and lands a playful, although harsh, slap on your ass, making you gasp loudly. “I do not whimper,” he mumbles into the skin on your chest, lips pressing against your cleavage, moving them to the side slightly to nip at the skin of your breast.

“ouch,” you grab him by the hair and pull him away, making him tilt his head back and look up at you, revealing his fucked out smile that spread from ear to ear. “fuck, you’re hot,” you comment, leaning down to press your lips against his roughly, groaning when his hand came up to your throat to hold you in place.

you’re kissing for a few minutes, basking in the post sex relaxation in each other’s company, chris still nestled inside you as his free hand ran over your body. he pulls his face away and uses his grip on you to push you away from him slightly, smirking at your dazed expression. “get off of me before I charge up again. i’m hungry.” he tells you, letting go of your throat, making you pout.

“I got something you can eat,” you say, moving your hips slightly.

“shut the fuck up,” chris laughs, pushing you off of him with faux aggression, unable to stop himself from admiring the way your giggles filled the space.

a/n: hey

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[y3sterdaysproblem]

𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘!𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

chris’s introduction

reader’s introduction

chris bot

p!links

part one

part two

part three

part four

drunk reader drabble

part five

part six

car sex

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

the catalyst

the shift

part eleven

part twelve

valentine’s day

part thirteen

part fourteen

part fifteen

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stuck with u - c.s.

takes place after this

cw: smut, angst, chris being toxic, p!link

wc: 2.8k

part of the toxic!fwb!chris series

he’s here again, just like you knew he would be.

he blows you off, hurts you more than you ever thought he’d be able to and then once you’re ready to walk away, he comes crawling back and begs for forgiveness, tells you that he just needs a little more time to figure things out.

it never made sense to you. you were under the impression you’d both stopped sleeping with other people, you spent time together without sex being involved and he did things for you that he never used to do before he knew how you felt.

he’d rub your feet after a long day at work, hold you close when your emotions got the best of you, even make you food to the best of his abilities if you were too lazy to get up.

why wouldn’t he just bite the bullet and tell you how he feels, too? part of you desperately hoped that things would change this time, that this would be the moment that he finally gets the balls to admit what you both know is true.

sure, you had your issues, your own toxic traits like sleeping around when things got hard, looking for comfort in a man when you couldn’t face reality, deflecting when you couldn’t win an argument, acting like you could never be wrong. all of this extended so far past chris, it seeped into your every day life, relationships that meant even more to you than this one, but being around him felt like maybe it would be worth it to try and not be so bitter, so awful.

chris texts you to tell you he’s arrived and you’re at your door in the next ten seconds, pulling it open to reveal him on the other side.

you’re beyond shocked when you see a bouquet of flowers in his hand, your favorites, held out as he grinned sheepishly. “hi,” he says, stepping into the threshold. “hi…” you answer breathlessly as you watch him come closer.

he looked good, exactly how he knew you liked him. baggy, blue jeans, knees ripped up slightly, dirty air force ones on his feet, black hoodie zipped up halfway on top of a black t-shirt and a snapback flipped around on his head, curly hair peeking out the bottom.

he steps into your apartment and immediately presses his lips to your cheek, letting them linger while his hand pushed the door shut behind him. “i’m sorry,” he whispers against your skin, wrapping his arms around you, bouquet resting against your back.

you sigh, wanting to melt into him but needing to hold your ground. “for what?” you ask, stepping out of his grasp to turn and walk away, heading to your bedroom to curl up in bed while he inevitably tried to save things again.

chris follows you, setting the flowers down on your table as he passes it. when you guys get into the bedroom, he looks around, noticing that it looked slightly more disheveled than it usually did. “for last night,” he says like it’s obvious, watching you move to sit on the edge of the bed. “for ditching you when i said i’d be there. i don’t mean to make you feel like you’re not important.”

here he goes, his typical spiel when it comes to gluing things back together. you stare up at him, expression blank. you’re exhausted, all the back and forth finally catching up with you. you didn’t understand how he wasn’t tired of all of this, too.

“chris,” you sigh, shaking your head as you scratch at your scalp, messy bun wobbling with your actions. “i think it might be time we call this.”

he looks taken aback, head pulling back slightly in shock. “what are you talking about?” he asks, coming closer until he can sit next to you in bed. “why would we do that?”

you don’t want to look at him but his presence is so demanding any time he’s around you that it’s like your eyes are just drawn to him, your body turning to face his. “because it’s exhausting, chris. i can’t keep doing this and acting like it doesn’t fucking suck. you act like my boyfriend and then turn around and do some shit that fucks me up so bad i feel like i’m crazy! i let my guard down and then you do some shit like go hang out with girls you don’t even know when you’re supposed to be with me.”

“i didn’t know there were gonna be more girls there,” chris groans, knowing exactly what this was about to turn into. but you didn’t want an argument, you just wanted to be done. “come on, it’s not like i did anything with them.”

you stare at chris, not quite believing him and he senses this. “you were drunk around girls and you didn’t do anything?” you ask him, raising your eyebrows slightly, tone flat. “would matt say the same thing?”

“yes,” chris says instantly and his answer shocks you. he sounded so confident that matt would corroborate his story. “i thought about you the whole fucking night. i felt terrible. i was sitting in the corner of the room by myself texting you, trying to call you, waiting for you to just text me back.”

his hand comes out to rest on your thigh that faced him and you knew you should’ve pushed him off, but something about the way he spoke to you had you believing him, a mistake you seemed to make every time you found yourself in this position.

“chris-“ you start, but he interrupts you, turning his body to face yours as well. “i know you don’t believe me, but you can ask him. you know matt would never lie to you.” he sighs, seemingly distressed.

you’ve never seen him like this, this worried. “you know how hard all of this is for me but i’m trying,” chris continues, his other hand coming out to grab one of yours. “i’m trying. i want… fuck, i don’t know. i want you in a way i’ve never wanted anybody else before and that scares me. i’m used to fucking things up, ruining anything good that happens to me but i talk about you all the time, even when i don’t realize i’m doing it. you’re constantly on my mind.”

you stare at him, your eyes searching his for a thread of honesty, and it terrified you how truthful and remorseful he looked. “chris…” you sigh again, and once more he scoots closer, tightening his grip on your thigh. “i can’t do this-“

“stop,” he interrupts, dropping your hand from his to reach up and tuck a fallen piece of hair behind your ear, wanting to take in your full appearance no matter how disheveled you seemed. “you don’t mean that, you’re just mad at me. listen when i tell you that i’m sorry and it won’t happen again.”

“but it will happen again!” you huff as you push his hand away from your face. “that’s the problem. it’ll always happen again with you and i’m sick of it. all this back and forth, all these emotions that come with being around you, it’s exhausting. i never know what version of you i’m going to get, and sure, it’s been a lot better recently but for what? you’re never gonna be my boyfriend, so why waste my time falling for you more and more when you’re just gonna run off some day?”

chris seems taken aback at your words, his hand that rubbed over your skin pausing for a few moments as he thought of what to say. “why… why do we have to label anything? we enjoy being around each other, we’re not sleeping with anybody else, can’t you just give me time to figure out what it is that i want?”

you sigh, expecting nothing more than to hear him say those words. time. that’s all he ever asked for was time. “i’ve given you time,” you say quietly, defeated. “i’m out of time. i can’t do this.”

he shakes his head, not accepting this answer and he moves quicker than you can stop him, pinning your body down to your bed, his hips settling between your thighs familiarly. “don’t push me away,” chris breathes out, voice full of desperation as he looks down at your wide eyed expression. “come on, you don’t mean this. i’ll get better, i swear. give me another chance.”

you’re about to speak, about to push him away and tell him to fuck off, that you’re serious this time, but when his lips come down and start pressing against your jaw, kissing down to your neck the way he knows you love, the only sound that comes out of you is a whiny breath, head tilting away from him as your eyes flutter.

“there’s my girl,” he whispers against your skin, one of his hands sliding up underneath your tank top, his cold fingers triggering goosebumps on your stomach. “i know you don’t want me to leave. you’d just embarrass yourself anyway when you beg me to come back, tellin’ me nobody else can make you feel like i can. just let me stick around and i’ll make it worth it.”

you reach up to hold onto his biceps, torn between pushing him away and just pulling him closer, but you were never strong enough to push him off of you, especially not right now when it’s been so long, when you craved him so badly. “chris,” you breathe out and you feel his lips curl up as they kiss against your collarbone now, teeth nipping gently at your skin.

“what, baby?” he coos, tone almost mocking as he pushes your tank top over your tits, moving his mouth down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples, moaning as he flattened his tongue against you. he craved you just as badly as you craved him if not more.

chris pops his lips off of you, staring down at spit slicked skin. every part of you always tasted so good, whether you had just gotten out of the shower or were covered in a sheen of sweat, he loved having his mouth whenever he could on you, but now as he looked at you, chest already rising and falling as you watched him, too, he needed more.

chris scoots down the bed and wastes no time in slipping your shorts and panties down your legs with your help, throwing them onto the floor haphazardly. you instinctively spread your legs for him the second you were unrestricted, not missing the slight smirk on his face when he saw the slightest glisten in your folds.

“shut up,” you say sternly, wanting nothing more than to smack the look right off of his face. “i didn’t say anything,” chris hums with a prideful shrug, taking off his hoodie and throwing it somewhere as well before he grabs both of your thighs and pushes them up, leaning in and immediately attaching his lips to your pussy.

filthy moans slip from both of your mouths, yours a sound of relief at the feeling of him finally settling where you needed him most and his a hungry groan of desire. despite how toxic things always got between you two, you’d always give into him, unable to stand your ground very long when you would tell him things needed to change.

he ate you out like a man starved, loud slurping noises filling the air as his fingers dug into your skin, holding your thighs apart to keep you spread underneath him.

you reach down and pull the hat off of his head, your fingers tangling in his hair immediately like they always do, holding his face close and refusing to let him move away as he devoured you, deep groans of satisfaction rolling from his lips with every taste.

“f-fuck, chris, i’m not letting you off this easy,” you choke out, voice strained as you throw your head back into your pillow. he doesn’t answer, only hums and slides one hand up until he’s able to dip two fingers inside of you, forcing your thoughts even further back in your head. “oh my- yes, right there.”

his fingers curl and twist inside of you just like he knows you love, tongue still working tirelessly on your clit, bringing you close to the edge faster than anyone else has ever been able to do. chris has always been so good at making you feel good, his tongue, fingers, his dick always taking you to heights you’d never even been able to imagine prior to him, and that fact didn’t change now, even as you tried to cut him off and end things, he was still the only one that could make you feel like this.

just as you’re approaching your climax, chris pulls off and slips his fingers out of you, sliding up the bed between your legs. his free hand comes up to grip your jaw, forcing you to peel your eyes open and look at him as he presses his two middle fingers against your clit and starts rubbing back and forth quickly, soaking in your desperate moans.

“you gonna cum for me?” he rasps, staring into your eyes as your face contorts from the pleasure, your thighs trying to close on either side of him. all you can do is nod while you grip onto the sheets, your orgasm plowing into you violently, entire body trembling.

chris coaxes you through it, only pulling his hand away when you started whimpering from overstimulation, but he only moves away to undo his belt and the button on his jeans, pushing them down just enough to pull his cock from his briefs.

“gonna run your mouth ‘n sound all pathetic and whiny just to fall apart for me, huh?” he teases ruthlessly, wasting no time in burying himself to the hilt inside of you, groaning at the feeling of your walls still twitching from your orgasm.

“fuuuck,” chris breathes, his own eyes fluttering shut for a moment before reopening. you stare up at him helplessly, completely surrendered to him. he was right and you knew it. you’d always give it up to him.

chris reaches his hand for yours and untangles it from your bed sheets, pressing it into the pillow next to your head as he laces your fingers together, holding you tightly as he starts to fuck into you slowly.

“i’m not going anywhere. i’m right where i belong, buried inside this pussy made for me, ruining you for anybody else.” he’s babbling mindlessly as his hips rock back and forth, your slick walls dragging obscenely over his length.

chris leans down and presses his lips to your jaw again, kissing your skin as he continued to whisper in your ear. “you want me to stay, don’t you? keep making you feel like this? i’m right here, baby, you can’t get rid of me. i’ll say whatever you wanna hear just so i can keep tasting you, keeping fucking you like you need me to so bad.”

tears prick at the corners of your eyes as he speaks, his words soft but harsh at the same time, his fingers interlocked with yours overwhelming your senses. you were so close to having the relationship you wanted with him, but it felt so out of reach. you just needed him to be vulnerable and trust you.

chris pulls back and looks down at you, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek, fingers still slick with your arousal, the scent filling your nostrils as you sucked in a deep breath. “you look so fucking pretty when you cry,” he taunts, thumb brushing over your skin as a tear slips out. “just give me time, yeah? you know that’s all i need. you know exactly who i belong to.”

he emphasizes his sentence with a sharp thrust and the gasp that leaves your lips is all he needs for a switch to be flipped, his movements changing from soft and gentle to rough and fast, hips snapping in and out of you as he chased his orgasm now.

“come on, beautiful, give me another one before i show you who this pussy really belongs to.”

you’re completely at his mercy when his fingers work on your clit again, another orgasm cascading over you and triggering chris’s, a loud moan ripping out of him as he spills deep inside you, filling you up like he always does.

you lay there for a few moments, chest heaving as you come down, your hand still wrapped tight around chris’s as he does the same, his face dropping into your neck.

“still want me to go?” he asks, voice muffled by your skin and you can’t help but laugh breathlessly, your other hand coming up to smack the back of his head.

“shut the fuck up.”

a/n: yall fed??? or u need more. lmk. (i already know the answer)

[y3sterdaysproblem]

⤷𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚

 ⤷ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

{texts above are relevant to story}

cw: alcohol consumption

“chris!” you exclaim excitedly as you see the familiar blacked out bmw pulling up on the curb, pulling yourself up from the stairs you sat at outside the house you somehow ended up at. you were under the impression you and your friend would just be at her house, but when you ended up at a party with a bunch of unfamiliar faces, you knew you had to get somewhere you knew to ride out your drunken state.

he’s not even out of the car when you’re running up to the car and to the passenger door, trying to pull it open but failing miserably. “hey, chill,” chris says to you as he circles around the car, pulling the door open for you. “how much have you had to drink?” he questions as he watches you flop into the seat, the whole car wobbling from the force.

“umm,” you drawl out, turning your head up to look at him, eyes unfocused and darting around. “i’m not sure! maybe… nine drinks?”

chris’s eyes widen in shock as he looks down at you, noticing how hard it was for you to lock eyes with him. “nine drinks?” he asks, desperate to clarify.

“maybe more,” you mumble with a small shrug. “can we get like… taco bell or something?”

chris sighs and shuts the door on you, coming back around to the driver’s side and getting in. once he’s settled, he turns back to look at you again, seeing the messed up hair on the top of your head and the way your clothes seemed a little disheveled. he wonders for a split second if your state was fully to do with alcohol, or if somebody had put something in your drink without you noticing.

“yeah, we can get food,” he says, but doesn’t make any effort to move. “did someone slip something in your drink?”

“what?” you say, slinging your head around to look at him with furrowed eyebrows. “think my drinks were just really strong.” you finally say when you process his words.

“okay,” chris nods, eyes scanning over your face to see if you were alright. “are you gonna throw up or anything?”

you laugh and wave a hand at him dismissively, shaking your head. “no!” you say, reaching forward to place your hand on his chest. “you know i’m not a bitch.”

chris laughs and grabs your hand, bringing it back over to your own lap. “didn’t say you were a bitch, just asking if you need a bag or something. don’t want you puking in my car.”

you narrow your eyes at him and turn your body in your seat, crossing your arms. “you called me a raging bitch the other day,” you huff, raising your eyebrows sassily.

he’s not having any of it, not wanting to play into your confrontational switch, so he turns his body back to the steering wheel and puts the car in drive, pulling away from the curb. “because you were being a raging bitch,” he says calmly, eyes scanning over the road as he sets out on the route back to his place.

“what, because I wasn’t with you?” you ask defensively, feeling heat starting to rise up your neck, getting worked up over something that wasn’t even a big deal. “am I supposed to ask you for permission every time I want to fuck somebody else?”

chris’s knuckles tighten on the steering wheel, jaw tensing at your words. he had to remind himself that you were only saying all of this because of the alcohol, but part of him wanted to fight back, wanted to put you in your place. “definitely not,” he responds lowly, eyes locked in front of him. “you really need to stop and think about what you’re going to say next.”

you scoff out a laugh and roll your eyes, turning back to sit straight in your seat, arms still crossed as you stare out through the windshield now as well, eyes still trying to focus on the road as it disappeared under the car. “still want food,” you mumble, lips pursed in a childlike pout. “you’ll get your food, just sit there and be quiet,” chris responds, reaching forward to turn the volume up to drown out anything you might say. you wanted to protest, but the heavy weight on your eyelids started to take over, and within the next minute you were asleep.

it felt like seconds had passed when the passenger door was being opened and chris was reaching down to touch your shoulder, shaking you lightly. “hey,” he said softly, trying to rouse you awake. “dude, get up,” he says louder, shaking you harder. you let out a groan as you come back to your senses, forcing your eyes open once again. “come on, let’s go inside so you can go to bed.”

you take another couple of moments to ground yourself and remember where you are, but you eventually swing your legs to your side and use every surrounding method of support to help you out of the car, feeling drunker than you did when you first got into it. “I feel awful,” you mumble once you’re standing in the driveway, reaching your hands up to rub over your face. chris just laughs and shuts the door before he wraps an arm around your waist and guides you up towards his apartment, his grip on you tight to keep you standing straight.

after stumbling up a couple flights of stairs and leaning on the wall while he unlocked the door, you both finally make it into his place and you immediately try kicking your shoes off, groaning when they don’t slip off with ease. chris chuckles at you again and crouches down to grab your foot to stop you, unlacing your shoes for you. “you’re a fucking mess,” he comments, straightening back up once both of your shoes were off, taking in your appearance.

your hair looked tangled from running your hands through it, and the way that it fell in front of your face made him realize you weren’t even aware of how messy it looked, your purse hadn’t even made it inside, left to spend the night in his car, and your makeup was smudged all around your eyes, already looking days old.

“you’re a mess,” you shoot back, bringing a hand up to poke him in the chest. “I am just… fucking…” you look down at yourself and groan, hands coming up to claw at your top. “get me out of this fucking corset.”

chris grabs your hands and pulls them away from your shirt, turning your body to guide you into his room. “alright, we’ll get you out of these clothes and you can pass out, yeah? sound good?”

you nod, more to yourself than anything as you walk into his room, immediately pushing away from him and going towards his bed, falling onto it face first. chris shuts the door behind him and comes to stand next to his bed, reaching down to rest a hand on the bare part of your back. “do you want to take your clothes off or sleep like this?” he asks, leaning down a bit so he could hear your muffled voice against his comforter, but between your slurring and your mouth buried in the blankets, he couldn’t make out your response, so he carefully rolls you over as to not jostle your stomach too much. “what’d you say?”

“off,” you repeat in a moan, laying limp on the bed with your head tilted to the side, eyes still closed.

“okay,” chris responds, his hands reaching out towards the button on your jeans. your head immediately pops up and looks down at his hands, then his face.

“woah, woah, woah!” you exclaim, reaching down with one hand to push his away frantically. “i’m drunk, chris!”

chris looks up at you with one eyebrow raised, moving to rest both hands on your thighs, your skin touching through the large rips in the fabric. “uh huh,” he nods, sliding his hands back up your hips. “which is why i’m taking your clothes off so you can go to bed,” he tells you in a slow, calm voice, like he’s explaining something to a little kid.

“oh,” you say in understanding, flopping back down onto the bed. “am I sleeping here?” you ask him as you feel his hands starting to undo your pants again.

“yeah,” he answers, pulling your jeans down and off of your legs, leaving you in your panties and a corset he can’t even begin to understand how to remove. “gotta keep an eye on you, make sure you don’t puke on your back or something.”

“ew,” you answer, eyes staring up at the ceiling, providing no help for chris as he undressed you. he reaches down and scoops his arms underneath you to pull you into a sitting position, to which you groan in disapproval. “wanna lay down.”

“I know, but I need to get this… fuckass shirt off of you first.” chris is clueless as he stares down at it, although he doesn’t mind the view too much. he sees what look like latches at the front of the shirt, and he can’t help but wonder why somebody would wear this to go out drinking unless they expected to sleep in it that night. “i’m about to just cut this shit off of you.” he huffs.

“no!” you whine, reaching out to grab his shirt while you tilt your head up to look at him, eyes pleading. “don’t cut my clothes pleeease,” you drawl, tugging on his shirt. “i’ll show you how to take it off, c’mon, you’ve taken my clothes off like a hundred times.”

he couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking his head in disbelief at your words, but then he agrees and gestures to the corset, ready to learn. “alright, show me then.” he says, taking a step back to watch. you look down at the corset and groan a bit, hands coming up to squeeze the sides together. “just… push it… together… and undo it.” chris watches for a moment, and he thinks he understands, so he steps back up to you and starts to unclasp your shirt, eventually getting it off and leaving you on his bed in just your underwear. you gasp in a deep breath at the relief and flop back down, eyes closing instantly. “so much better,” you breathe out.

chris tosses the corset on the ground and keeps his eyes locked on you, trailing over your body. he admires you in a way he doesn’t think he ever has before, taking in your vulnerable state and recognizing the level of trust you must have in him to not only ask him for a ride, but to lay here so drunk you couldn’t even undress yourself and know that he wouldn’t do anything to harm you. it sent a shiver down his spine, and he had to pull his eyes away from you before he thought too hard about it, turning towards his dresser to grab a shirt for you to sleep in.

he walks back to his bed once he finds an old shirt that he knew fell past your hips, seeing you curled up on your side and most definitely almost asleep, if you weren’t already. he reaches down and pulls the shirt over your head, maneuvering your body through the shirt until he pulls it down on your torso, covering you up. you’re pretty malleable like this, so he grabs your body and slides you up on the bed and under the blankets, finally letting out a sigh of relief when you’re tucked in.

chris runs his hands over his face for a moment before he turns and gets himself changed as well, which just consisted of taking off the clothes he had thrown on to pick you up, leaving him in just his boxers. he debated sleeping on the couch, or the floor, or anywhere that wouldn’t be in your line of fire if your body decided to throw up, but ultimately he talked himself into just sliding into bed next to you, making sure to keep his distance on his side of the mattress.

his efforts didn’t last long, though, because not even a few minutes after he laid down, you were turning your body to face him and scooting closer until you could wrap your arm around his waist and rest your head on his chest, letting out a small sigh of contentment.

chris is taken aback at your action, his arm that’s now around you extended out in discomfort, not knowing what to do in this situation. you guys weren’t cuddlers, it wasn’t a part of your routine when you would sleep together. lay in the same bed and catch your breath, sure, but cuddling was never in the cards, so he couldn’t help the way his heart picked up at your newfound closeness. it almost felt more intimate than being inside you, like you guys had crossed a line he didn’t even know was drawn.

you let out another soft breath, nuzzling your face further into him as you settled in, not noticing his disconcertment. “chris?” you mumble suddenly, pulling him out of his thoughts. he hums, letting you know he’s listening. “if you just let yourself open up, you’d be a really good boyfriend to somebody someday.”

your words are clearer than they have been all night, and it makes chris’s ears ring and his face go pale, though it’s undetectable in the dark bedroom. he doesn’t answer, unable to find a good enough response, and he deems it unnecessary when he hears small snores coming from your parted lips, like you hadn’t just said something that was going to send him into a spiral for the remainder of the night.

he finally lets his hand come down and rest on your back, staring at the ceiling as he thinks over what you said, trying not to focus on your body weight resting on his, and the way your manicured hand sat peacefully on his stomach while you slept.

you’d be a really good boyfriend to somebody someday.

he found that hard to believe.

a/n: they’re becoming REAL

{texts with fwb!chris masterlist}

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[y3sterdaysproblem]

How does toxic!fwb Chris react if you bleed through your pants, and you didn’t know?

you and chris had been out all day despite your request to stay in bed and rot while you bled what felt like your heart out, lower back aching and tension headache persisting despite medication.

chris had tried to insist that some fresh air would make you feel better, and in the beginning it did, but now, nearly six hours into being out, you were ready to be home.

“one more store, i want to buy a new hat,” chris tells you as you walk through the mall, his hands resting in the pockets of his grey hoodie he always wore, seemingly in a great mood for once in his life.

“chris,” you groan, throwing your head back for a moment as you complained before picking it back up to glare at him. “my cramps are coming back, my head hurts and i’m tired. can you just order a hat online?”

he looks over at you and sighs, seeing how exhausted you looked. but you guys were passing the store on the way out, so in his mind, it would be a total waste not to go. “i’ll be fast, i know what i want,” he tells you, slinging an arm around your shoulder and placing an out of character kiss to your temple as he turned your bodies and rounded you into the store.

you followed, seemingly having no choice, but you parted from him to look at some of the hats on the other side of the store to distract yourself, wondering how hard it would be to convince him to buy you one. you’re about to ask him when you feel his presence behind you, hands gently wrapping around your waist.

you open your mouth to speak, thinking he’s just going to hug you from behind, but when you look down you realize he’s tying the sleeves of his hoodie at your stomach, his lips next to your ear.

“you bled through your shorts,” he says in a quiet whisper so nobody else hears, pulling away as you spin around with a horrified gasp, hand coming up to cover your mouth. “no,” you mumble against your palm in disbelief. this hasn’t happened in years.

you look down at your light wash, denim shorts, wondering to yourself why on earth you didn’t think to wear something darker on your heaviest day. “come on, i’ll get the hat another day. let’s get you to the bathroom.” chris grabs your hand from your mouth and guides you out of the store and to a family stall, opening the door for you. “wait here and i’ll go find you something, okay?”

you walk into the family bathroom and nod, still in disbelief that you’d actually bled through your fucking pants. it’s one thing to leak a little in your underwear, but this was rare.

after shutting and locking the door, you pulled the hoodie off from around your waist and hung it up, turning around in the mirror and looking over your shoulder. a shocked gasp leaves your lips when you realize how bad it actually is and it’s hard to fight off the tears that sting in your eyes. there’s no way chris was the only one that saw this.

it’s only about five minutes later when you hear a knock on the door and you rush to open it, pulling chris in who now holds a bag in his hand. he shuts the door behind him and pulls out a new pair of underwear and some black sweatpants, setting them on the counter. “here, change and put your old clothes in this bag,” he tells you, turning his attention onto you when you don’t answer.

“what’s wrong?” he asks when he sees your eyes brimming with tears, taking a tentative step closer to you. “it’s so bad,” you choke out, voice thick with emotion. god, you hated how easy it was for something to set you off like this during your period. “i’m so embarrassed.”

chris’s expression softens at your clear discomfort, hands reaching out for the button on your shorts. “it’s fine,” he says, his flat tone hiding any real displays of comfort. “nobody saw. i only noticed because i was staring at your ass.”

his words make you feel slightly better but not much, only enough to make you stop complaining and instead let out pathetic sniffles as he unzips your shorts. “c’mon, let’s get you changed so you can get in bed.”

you let him peel the denim off you but stop him when he reaches for your panties, hand grabbing his wrist gently. “i don’t want you to see it,” you tell him, looking down at where his fingers paused at the waistband.

chris sighs, tucking his fingertips in the tops of the seamless panties but not pushing them down. “i’ve eaten you out on your period before, i can handle it,” he tells you like it’s obvious. you cringe at the memory, still holding his wrist. “this is different, it’s.. it’s gross.”

he moves one of his hands up to your chin and tilts it upwards, forcing you to meet his gaze. “it’s fine. i’m a grown man, i can handle it.” you grumble in response and let go of his wrist, letting him slide your panties down your legs, instantly regretting it when you saw how much blood was actually in them. “oh my god, never mind, ew,” chris fake gags, leaning over so he can pull them off of your ankles.

“chris!” you whine in embarrassment, slapping his shoulder as he stood up straight again, not finding any amusement in the way he met your eyes again with a smirk playing on his lips. “i’m kidding,” he grins, throwing your underwear and shorts onto the counter by the sink.

you huff and head to the toilet to at least try and wipe up some of the mess, grumbling to yourself about how annoying chris was. he interrupts you by reaching out, his fingers holding something. you look up and see he’s holding a tampon, something you had forgotten to grab when you left your place. “where’d you get this?” you ask him, taking it from his hand.

“asked like four girls on the way back to the bathroom until someone had one,” he says as he shrugs his shoulders like it’s no big deal, like the thoughtful action doesn’t make your heart soar despite how miserable you are.

“thanks,” you say plainly, forcing down a disgustingly cheesy grin. he just hums in response and pulls out his phone to give you some privacy. once you flush and stand up, he hands you the brand new clothes he bought and puts your dirty ones in the now empty bag, holding onto it for you.

“ready?” he asks when you’re dressed and your hands are washed, putting his grey hoodie back on and zipping it up. you nod and walk towards the door. he lets you out and guides you through the mall with a gentle hand on your back and you can’t ignore the way his thumb rubbing over the exposed skin makes your stomach flutter.

[y3sterdaysproblem]

⤷ 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙨 𝙬 𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙩 14

⤷ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⊹₊⟡⋆

a/n: heard yall loud and clear

toxic!fwb!chris masterlist

[y3sterdaysproblem]

how does toxicfwb chris put toxicfwb reader in her place (i need to be put down right now)

cw: established safeword, slapping, choking, face fucking, spanking, fuuuucking

“get the fuck away from me,” you grumble, shoving chris away from you aggressively from where you stood, head peering around your tv in your bedroom as you tried to figure out why the fuck it wasn’t working properly.

“i’m trying to fucking help you,” chris snaps, tone irritated, which in turn makes you more irritated as well. “well you mouth breathing down my neck isn’t fucking helping me, it’s just pissing me off,” you spit back at him, turning to glare at him.

“okay,” he laughs bitterly, nodding his head. “so you’re just in the mood to be a bitch right now, then?” your heart rate picks up at his comment and you have to squeeze your eyes shut for a moment to not feel like you were going to explode. “christopher,” you start slowly, peeling your eyes open to look at him again, gaze landing on his sudden cringe from you using his full name. “back up and leave me alone before i smack the fuck out of you.”

his eyes widen, but not in a way that shows fear, more of an amused expression taking over his features. he’d love to see you pull some shit like that. “you need to calm down,” he warns and this sets you off, sending you charging towards him with a hand wound up behind you and ready to strike him wherever you could reach.

as your hand flies down, he reaches up to grab your wrist and it all happens so quickly, the way he spins you around and pins your arm behind your back, walking you a few steps until your chest was pressed against the wall, his body flush against yours. “drop the attitude,” he demands, his voice sending tingles down your spine.

“i don’t have an attitude!” you argue, squirming in his grasp. it’s no use, his fingers are digging into your skin roughly and his body has you pinned, there’s no way you’re getting away from him. “just because you’re pissing me off and i don’t want to be around you doesn’t mean i have an attitude.”

“sounds like an attitude to me,” chris retorts, tightening his grip on you, making you whine. “you don’t get to be a little baby just because you’re mad.” he’s right and you know he is, but you’d never admit that, plus he was pissing you off just by being so close. you were fully confident you could fix the issue yourself.

“i’m not being a fucking baby, chris, let go of me!” you wiggle even harder, knowing his grip on you was going to leave bruises. you could feel the interaction slipping into something filthier, his chest pressed against your back making your mind fuzzy, jaw dropping open as his free hand that wasn’t holding your wrist in place slid to rest on your waist exposed by the crop top you wore.

“say you’re sorry,” chris mumbles into your ear, lips close to your skin, his smirk prominent in his voice. “i’m not sorry, i didn’t do anything,” you say in a huffy tone.

“say you’re fucking sorry,” he demands again, more aggressive this time as his hand slips into the front of the waistband of your sweatpants. you gasp at the feeling of his fingers dancing over the fabric of your panties, not having been touched by him today despite already being together for a few hours. you were beyond needy for him but you didn’t want him to know now that you were trying to be tough. “‘m not sorry,” you mutter, cheek pressed against the cold wall, eyes looking everywhere but back at him.

the hand wrapped around your wrist finally lets go, but only long enough for him to slide it up and to the front of your throat, long fingers wrapping around until he could squeeze, drawing a strained gasp from your mouth. “say it again. tell me you’re not sorry,” he rasps into your ear, lips barely brushing against your skin.

you shift on your feet, a soft whimper leaving your lips, already overwhelmed by the feeling of his hands on you. “i didn’t do anything wrong,” you choke out, standing firm in your defense.

chris’s hand slips further into your pants, his middle fingers pressing against your clit on top of your panties, making you weak in the knees as you finally felt some sort of stimulation. “fuck, please,” you groan out, eyes fluttering shut and hips twitching against his hand.

“please, what?” he mocks, pulling your head off the wall and towards him, forcing an arch in your back. “touch me,” you respond desperately. “please touch me, i need it.”

chris laughs, actually laughs at you as he presses firmer through the fabric. “say you’re sorry and i’ll touch you,” he bargains.

you whine, wiggling more in his grip to try and escape, causing chris to snap, no longer being patient with you. he backs away, keeping his hand firm on your throat as he pulls you with him, manhandling you until you were on your knees on the floor at the end of your bed, staring up at him with wide eyes. “if you’re not going to apologize then you don’t get to speak until you do,” he tells you, leaving no room for argument as he shoves his pants and briefs down in one movement, hard cock swinging out.

you gasp at the sight and he uses this perfect opportunity to shove his length past your lips, letting out a low groan at the wet feeling of your mouth wrapped around him. “there we go, that’s it,” he mumbles, placing both of his hands on either side of your head to keep you in place as he rocks his hips forward, giving you no time to adjust. “finally fucking quiet.”

your hands come up to rest on his thighs for support, tears already starting to fill your eyes as he rams his cock down your throat, using you for his own pleasure. “look so pretty crying with my dick in your throat, don’t you?” chris teases as he stares down at you with that cocky smirk, loving the way you already looked wreck from the way he rocked his hips into you.

your saliva started to thicken as you gagged around him, sputtering out around his length and dripping down your chin as you kept your eyes on his face the best you could, nails digging into his skin harshly.

“you sorry yet?” chris asks, slowing down and letting his cock fall from your lips, laughing at the way you gasped for air when your mouth was empty. you didn’t answer, only coughed a few times as you tried to catch your breath, earning you a small but still slightly shocking slap to your cheek, followed by chris gripping your hair and tilting your head back. “i said are you sorry yet?”

you whimper quietly from the pain, but keep your eyes locked on his. “i didn’t do anything wrong,” you choke out, tears sliding down your red cheeks.

chris grumbles at your answer, using his grip on your hair to pull you up to your feet and turn you around, bending you over the mattress before sliding your sweats and underwear down, hands gripping at your now exposed ass cheeks roughly. “last chance,” he warns, voice serious.

you turn to look back at him, seeing him already staring at you expectantly. truthfully, making him mad already made you horny enough, but you loved pushing his buttons more than you’d ever care to tell him, so you wanted to see how far he’d take it and how much you could handle.

“i told you i’m not fucking sorry,” you say in the brattiest tone you can muster up and you can actually see the way chris’s eyes darken at your words. he just purses his lips and nods, letting out a small, “okay,” before drawing his hand up and striking down roughly, his handprint immediately blooming on your plush skin.

you jump forward, whimpering loudly at the contact, thinking maybe you’d have a second to recover before he lands another blow on the opposite cheek, ripping a small squeal from your lips. “ouch!” you yell at him, trying to squirm away, but he’s got you right where he wants you and there’s no escaping without giving him what he wants.

“chris, that fucking hurts,” you whine as he smacks your ass again, your cheek buried into your comforter. he hears your words, but it’s what he sees that encourages him to keep going.

your pussy is glistening, soaked folds on display from the way you were bent over in front of him, your body clearly enjoying everything he was putting you through. it took everything in him to not give in and slide into you and fuck you brainless.

“hurt enough to say you’re sorry?” he asks, pausing for a moment to lean over your body, expectantly waiting for your answer.

you crane your neck to meet his eyes, your own still glossy with tears as you shake your head slightly. “n-no,” you mumble, whimpering when he stands back up straight, bracing for impact.

this goes on until you’re full on crying against the sheets, hands gripping onto the blankets for some sort of brace as he spanked you over and over, your skin red and puffy from his hands.

“okay!” you finally cry out, stopping him in his tracks as he winds up to smack you once more, drawing his attention up to your face. “yes, baby?” he croons, leaning over you once more to press his lips against your shoulder. “gonna tell me you’re sorry now?”

you nod frantically, sniffling pathetically. “yes, i-i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to give you attitude or be mean, was just frustrated. please, please, touch me, fuck me, anything, i need it.” you beg, unable to focus on anything except the way your skin stung.

“you’re not just apologizing to get what you want, right?” chris asks in a fake sweet voice, his hands trailing over your hips gently, a stark contrast from the last few minutes of torture.

you shake your head quickly, pushing yourself up on one arm to look at him. “swear,” you tell him. “‘m so sorry.”

he smirks and pushes himself back up until he’s standing behind you again, angling his cock at your entrance. “wasn’t so hard, was it?” he says in a snotty voice before pushing inside and bottoming out in one go, ripping a loud, satisfied moan from your lips.

[y3sterdaysproblem]

⤷ 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙨 𝙬 𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙩 2

⤷ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⊹₊⟡⋆

part one

a/n: i’m kinda obsessed w him

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@liiixsturniolos @madelinesturn @mattslolita @ifwdominicfike @sophand4n4 @chris-hallelujah @sophsturns @ariana2saucyy @045696 @scorpioosworld @byhrxb @vickytaa @taelovesmattsturniolo @secret-sturniolo @theboredknightcat-blog @slvtf0rchr1s @gabri3la-sturns @delilahsturniolo @starstrucktyrantinfluencer @vanillsstuff @sturnlsstuff @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut @mattsbrat @mattsfavoritestar @dominicfikeenthusiast @certified-sturniolo @mattsside @sofiaaguilaxx @idrk2292 @dylansfavwife @sturnl0ve @sturnioloangelxoxo @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan @milasturniolo @mattsdillion @birkinbratsworld @aria003 @poppingmypussy4chris @seluky10 @annsx03 @ouchywow @pasteldreams @sweetshuga @pip4444chris @chriss-slut @yourebeautifulqueen @watercolorskyy @craftycrafter26

[y3sterdaysproblem]

⤷ 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙨 𝙬 𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙩 4

 ⤷ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⊹₊⟡⋆

part one part two part three

a/n: i’m obsessed w making these. send ideas for them to my inbox!! also if you asked me to tag you and I didn’t it’s because it wouldn’t let me so check ur settings :p

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@liiixsturniolos @madelinesturn @ifwdominicfike @sophand4n4 @chris-hallelujah @sophsturns @ariana2saucyy @045696 @scorpioosworld @byhrxb @vickytaa @taelovesmattsturniolo @secret-sturniolo @theboredknightcat-blog @slvtf0rchr1s @gabri3la-sturns @delilahsturniolo @starstrucktyrantinfluencer @vanillsstuff @sturnlsstuff @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut @mattsbrat @mattsfavoritestar @dominicfikeenthusiast @certified-sturniolo @mattsside @sofiaaguilaxx @idrk2292 @dylansfavwife @sturnl0ve @sturnioloangelxoxo @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan @milasturniolo @mattsdillion @birkinbratsworld @aria003 @poppingmypussy4chris @seluky10 @annsx03 @ouchywow @pasteldreams @sweetshuga @pip4444chris @chriss-slut @yourebeautifulqueen @watercolorskyy @courta13 @craftycrafter26 @meg4-matt44

[y3sterdaysproblem]

well i dont think they use protection? if im wrong stake me, but what abt some sorta pregnancy scare, like shes not ACTUALLY pregnant that would be a lil wild, but just a little ahh!!

mentions of pregnancy and blood

toxic!fwb!chris crumbs

“what is wrong with you these last few days?” chris asks out of nowhere, turning his head on his pillow to look at you, noticing the way you’re chewing your lip until you’re sucking blood out of the skin without even noticing.

“what?” you ask, whipping your head to look back at him, tearing your gaze from the tv playing in front of you. you were barely even watching it, too caught up in your own mind as you frantically did the math in your head of when your last period was.

“are you good, dude?” he asks with furrowed eyebrows, reaching forward to tug your lip out from between your teeth, brushing his thumb over the forming bead of blood. “you’re tearing your lip apart. what are you thinking about?”

you reach up to your mouth and touch it gently, pulling your hand back to see a small smear of red liquid. “oh, nothing. just bored, i guess,” you dismiss, wiping your fingers off on chris’s black sheets.

chris hums, like he doesn’t quite believe you but doesn’t care enough to push the issue. “alright, well, stop. it’s driving me crazy,” is what he settles on saying, turning his attention back to the tv.

you do the same, trying to focus on the show playing, but you’re completely lost and it makes you drift off into thought again. it’s not much longer when chris rolls onto his side and reaches forward, gripping your cheeks in one hand and turning you to face him once more.

“alright, what is it?” he demands, staring down into your eyes and his tone leaves no room for argument, yet you still try to weasel your way out of the conversation.

“nothing!” you put on your best convincing voice, lips pouting out from the way chris grabbed your face. “i’m just bored, I have no idea what’s going on in this show!”

“normally when you’re bored you go on your phone or go to sleep, not bleed everywhere,” chris says in a deadpan tone. “you’re driving me crazy.”

“why do you care so much?” you grumble, trying to push his hand off of you to no avail. “i’m just a little anxious, okay?”

chris loosens his grip on you at this answer, narrowing his eyes as he thinks of what to say. “why?” he asks plainly. “can you drop it?” you push, finally wiggling your face out of his grasp.

“I don’t get why you won’t just tell me what’s bothering you,” chris huffs out in annoyance, still facing you though he pulled his hand back towards his own body now. “because, i’m not-“ you groan and run your hands over your face. “i’m not sure if i’m freaking out for no reason or if I actually should be freaking out, so i’m not going to tell you if i’m just scaring myself into thinking i’m- fuck, can you just drop it?”

you turn to look at chris and he’s got one eyebrow raised as he listens to you ramble, almost like he’s impatiently waiting for you to shut up. “what, you pregnant or something?” he scoffs out, but the way you stare at him blankly has his heart dropping to his stomach. “are you fucking pregnant?”

“I don’t know!” you exclaim in a loud whine, turning to your side to face chris as well but burying your face in your hands. “my period is all fucked up and my boobs hurt and i’ve been so nauseous all the time and I can’t tell if it’s because i’m anxious or because i’m… god, I can’t even say it.”

chris is silent for a few moments as he churns through the absolute dread filling his mind, feeling slightly nauseated himself at the idea of you carrying his child. or anyone for that matter. “have you…” he clears his throat, trying to not sound like he, too, was on the verge of a panic attack. “have you taken a test?”

you slowly drag your hands from your face and meet his eyes, shaking your head shallowly. “no,” you admit quietly. “i’ve been too scared.” chris sucks in a deep breath and nods, reaching for his phone that lay behind him on the bed. “okay, i’m gonna doordash some pregnancy tests and you’re taking them now.”

and that’s exactly how you end up standing in the bathroom with three different boxes of pregnancy tests, chris leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. “umm…” you start slowly, looking over at him as he waited. “some privacy?”

chris scoffs and rolls his eyes, pushing himself to stand up straight. “you’ve peed in front of me before. i’ve seen every liquid your body can possibly produce and now you’re kicking me out?”

your cheeks darken at his implications, nose scrunching up slightly. “I have to pee in a cup!” you remind him, holding the red solo cup towards him dramatically. “just go and i’ll get you when i’m done.”

chris sighs frustratedly but obliges, turning to leave the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

your hands are shaking as you hold the cup between your legs and pee into it, grateful you didn’t get it everywhere. once you’re done and the cup was resting on the sink and your hands were washed, you open the door for chris to come back in.

“have you ever taken one before?” chris asks curiously, watching as you opened the box and pulled out two test strips, opening both and dipping them into the cup. “yes,” you say honestly, focusing on the task at hand. “a couple times.”

chris hums and nods his head at your answer, still watching intently. you pull the tests out of the cup and lay them on the wrapper, clearing your throat nervously. “okay, now we just wait a few minutes until the lines appear. I mean line,” you correct yourself, not wanting to speak a positive test result into existence.

you turn your attention to chris and meet his eyes, grateful for the lack of nagging and overall annoying chris behavior at the moment. “so if you are pregnant,” he starts slowly and you instantly cut him off by shaking your head and putting your hand up to cover his mouth. he recoils with a grimace, pushing your hand away from him. “get your pee hands off me!”

“I washed them!” you tell him defensively, pulling your hand back and wiping it on your shirt. “still gross,” he replies. “anyway, I am not ready to be a dad. just putting that out there.”

“please,” you laugh. “you’ll never be ready to be a dad.” chris seems to take offense to that, slapping a hand over his chest. “i’ll be a great dad one day, just not now when i’m not even sure how to feed myself half the time.”

you’re about to respond, but then you remember what you guys are actually in here for and a surge of anxiety courses through you at the thought of actually reading the results. regardless, you turn your body and lean over the counter to get a good look at the tests laying face up on the wrappers.

“what’s it say?” chris asks, peering over your shoulder at the tests, even though he had no idea what he was looking for.

you sigh out loudly and pick them both up by the clean end, holding them up for him to see. “negative,” you breathe out in a relieved tone.

“damn,” chris says from behind you, one hand coming up to your hip and the other pressing on the center of your upper back, hinging you at the hips over the counter. “guess that means we gotta keep trying, huh?”

and as his fingers dip into the waistband of your shorts, all you can do is laugh and squeal out a disbelieving “chris!”

[y3sterdaysproblem]

⤷ 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙨 𝙬 𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙩 9

 ⤷ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⊹₊⟡⋆

a/n: sorry for the four day gap in posts i’m so sorry!! im gonna write something for this part as well 🤭

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@liiixsturniolos @madelinesturn @ifwdominicfike @sophand4n4 @chris-hallelujah @sophsturns @rafesapprentice @045696 @scorpioosworld @byhrxb @vickytaa @taelovesmattsturniolo @secret-sturniolo @theboredknightcat-blog @slvtf0rchr1s @gabri3la-sturns @delilahsturniolo @starstrucktyrantinfluencer @vanillsstuff @sturnlsstuff @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut @mattsbrat @mattsfavoritestar @dominicfikeenthusiast @certified-sturniolo @mattsside @sofiaaguilaxx @idrk2292 @dylansfavwife @sturnl0ve @sturnioloangelxoxo @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan @milasturniolo @mattsdillion @birkinbratsworld @aria003 @poppingmypussy4chris @annsx03 @ouchywow @pasteldreams @sweetshuga @pip4444chris @chriss-slut @yourebeautifulqueen @watercolorskyy @courta13 @craftycrafter26 @meg4-matt44

[y3sterdaysproblem]

⤷ 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙨 𝙬 𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙩 7

 ⤷ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⊹₊⟡⋆

a/n: worst travel buddy ever!

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@liiixsturniolos @madelinesturn @ifwdominicfike @sophand4n4 @chris-hallelujah @sophsturns @rafesapprentice @045696 @scorpioosworld @byhrxb @vickytaa @taelovesmattsturniolo @secret-sturniolo @theboredknightcat-blog @slvtf0rchr1s @gabri3la-sturns @delilahsturniolo @starstrucktyrantinfluencer @vanillsstuff @sturnlsstuff @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut @mattsbrat @mattsfavoritestar @dominicfikeenthusiast @certified-sturniolo @mattsside @sofiaaguilaxx @idrk2292 @dylansfavwife @sturnl0ve @sturnioloangelxoxo @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan @milasturniolo @mattsdillion @birkinbratsworld @aria003 @poppingmypussy4chris @seluky10 @annsx03 @ouchywow @pasteldreams @sweetshuga @pip4444chris @chriss-slut @yourebeautifulqueen @watercolorskyy @courta13 @craftycrafter26 @meg4-matt44

[y3sterdaysproblem]

⤷ 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙨 𝙬 𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙩 6

 ⤷ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⊹₊⟡⋆

a/n: welcome matthew

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@liiixsturniolos @madelinesturn @ifwdominicfike @sophand4n4 @chris-hallelujah @sophsturns @rafesapprentice @045696 @scorpioosworld @byhrxb @vickytaa @taelovesmattsturniolo @secret-sturniolo @theboredknightcat-blog @slvtf0rchr1s @gabri3la-sturns @delilahsturniolo @starstrucktyrantinfluencer @vanillsstuff @sturnlsstuff @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut @mattsbrat @mattsfavoritestar @dominicfikeenthusiast @certified-sturniolo @mattsside @sofiaaguilaxx @idrk2292 @dylansfavwife @sturnl0ve @sturnioloangelxoxo @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan @milasturniolo @mattsdillion @birkinbratsworld @aria003 @poppingmypussy4chris @seluky10 @annsx03 @ouchywow @pasteldreams @sweetshuga @pip4444chris @chriss-slut @yourebeautifulqueen @watercolorskyy @courta13 @craftycrafter26 @meg4-matt44

[y3sterdaysproblem]

⤷ 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙨 𝙬 𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙩 8

 ⤷ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⊹₊⟡⋆

cw: mentions of sexual assault

a/n: sorry for taking so long on part 8 I feel like I took years. lmk what you guys wanna see from this series :p

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@liiixsturniolos @madelinesturn @ifwdominicfike @sophand4n4 @chris-hallelujah @sophsturns @rafesapprentice @045696 @scorpioosworld @byhrxb @vickytaa @taelovesmattsturniolo @secret-sturniolo @theboredknightcat-blog @slvtf0rchr1s @gabri3la-sturns @delilahsturniolo @starstrucktyrantinfluencer @vanillsstuff @sturnlsstuff @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut @mattsbrat @mattsfavoritestar @dominicfikeenthusiast @certified-sturniolo @mattsside @sofiaaguilaxx @idrk2292 @dylansfavwife @sturnl0ve @sturnioloangelxoxo @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan @milasturniolo @mattsdillion @birkinbratsworld @aria003 @poppingmypussy4chris @seluky10 @annsx03 @ouchywow @pasteldreams @sweetshuga @pip4444chris @chriss-slut @yourebeautifulqueen @watercolorskyy @courta13 @craftycrafter26 @meg4-matt44

[y3sterdaysproblem]

⤷ 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙨 𝙬 𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙩 3

⤷ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⊹₊⟡⋆

cw: jokes about suicide

part one part two

a/n: felt like they weren’t toxic enough so…

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@liiixsturniolos @madelinesturn @mattslolita @ifwdominicfike @sophand4n4 @chris-hallelujah @sophsturns @ariana2saucyy @045696 @scorpioosworld @byhrxb @vickytaa @taelovesmattsturniolo @secret-sturniolo @theboredknightcat-blog @slvtf0rchr1s @gabri3la-sturns @delilahsturniolo @starstrucktyrantinfluencer @vanillsstuff @sturnlsstuff @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut @mattsbrat @mattsfavoritestar @dominicfikeenthusiast @certified-sturniolo @mattsside @sofiaaguilaxx @idrk2292 @dylansfavwife @sturnl0ve @sturnioloangelxoxo @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan @milasturniolo @mattsdillion @birkinbratsworld @aria003 @poppingmypussy4chris @seluky10 @annsx03 @ouchywow @pasteldreams @sweetshuga @pip4444chris @chriss-slut @yourebeautifulqueen @watercolorskyy @courta13 @craftycrafter26 @meg4-matt44