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gamergirl929 · 5 years ago

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Private Fashion Show (Christen Press x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Can you do a Christen x Reader where Christen gives the R a private fashion show? Christen teases the reader relentlessly as she struts around in Victoria's Secret underwear "No touching Ms.L/N". The reader almost breaking the arm rests of the chair she is seated by trying not to jump on Christen. You can write some smut/fluff around this. Thanks in advance and I love your work! 🤗

WARNING THIS FIC IS SMOOTY AS FUCK, AVOID IF YOU ARE NOT INTO THE SMOOTS.

“Chrissss, what are you doing in there...?” You ask, the woman giggling from the bathroom.

“You’ll see.”

You grumble, your eyes still covered by the blindfold tied around your head.

“So impatient.” She giggles and you throw your head back with a groan, the woman rolling her eyes as she gives herself a once over in the mirror, smirking.

Christen pads into the bedroom, stopping right in front of you.

You inhale sharply when Christen presses a kiss to the curve of your jawline, nibbling at your earlobe.

“Remember Y/N, so touching.” She purrs and you lick your lips, your eyes doubling in size when Christen unties your blindfold, revealing herself to you for the first time since you’d entered the house.

“Holy fuck.” You whisper, your eyes running down Christen’s form, the woman wearing nothing but a lacy bra and thong that has your heart slamming in your chest.

Your tongue swipes at your lips as you clutch the chair’s arm rests, your body trembling.

“Like what you see?” She asks, twirling around in a circle, showing off the back of her lacy thong, which of course means she simply shows off her bare ass, tempting you to touch her but you resist, whining loudly.

“Chrisssssssssss...” You groan, the woman turning around with a seductive smirk, the woman leaning down in front of you, her breasts on full display.

“Do you want me dead?” You ask, your bottom lip jutted out in a pout and Christen giggles.

“No, just showing off some new lingerie I got.”

Christen bites her bottom lip, sending you a wink before turning around and taking her leave, leaving you behind in the chair, your face scrunched up in confusion.

“Wa... Wait, where are you...?” You stand up and Christen giggles.

“Remember, no touching.” She sticks her tongue out before shutting the bathroom door, leaving you to stand in your living room with wide eyes, your mouth agape.

“Goddamn it.”

***

“Chrisssssssssssssssssssss.” You whine, throwing your head back as your girlfriend walks into the living room again, hips swaying as she shows off a new bra that pushes her breast up in a way that makes your core throb, her panties leaving little to the imagination.

Christen hops up on the counter, crossing her legs with a grin, her tongue trapped between her teeth.

“What’s wrong?” She asks, licking her lips and you growl, backing into the refrigerator.

“You’re such a teaseeeee.” You grumble, trying to shut the door on yourself.

Christen rolls her eyes, sliding off the counter and pulling you out of it, flipping you around, your back now against the counter.

“No touching.” She purrs in your ear and you growl, grabbing the counter.

Christen bites her bottom lip, her tongue running along your jawline, your knuckles white as you clutch the counter.

“What’s wrong baby?” She whispers, gently nibbling your ear lobe.

You growl, your eyes slammed shut as you tilt your head back, your fingers itching to touch the woman in front of you.

“Remember...” Christen gives your neck a hard bite and you groan. “No touching.”

You watch with wide eyes as Christen sinks to her knees, her green orbs locked with your Y/E/C orbs as she grabs your sweats, slowly pulling them down, along with your boxers, leaving you in nothing but your muscle tee.

You grasp the counter tightly, knuckles white as Christen’s lips trail up your calves, the woman leaving love bites on your thighs as she gets closer and closer to her goal.

You grunt at the feel of Christen’s hot breath on your aching core.

Christen places a single kiss to your folds before moving to her feet, smirking, your eyes bulging out of your skull.

“If you keep being this good, I may let you orgasm later.”

Christen leaves you nearly bare in the kitchen, your mouth hanging open as you stare at the hall she’d just disappeared down.

“FUCK...”

***

“CHRISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.” You groan as the woman makes her way into the room wearing another revealing outfit, a blue pair of panties with a garter belt, her bra see through.

“Jesus Christ.” You lean your head back, grabbing fistfuls off the couch cushions as Christen straddles you.

“What’s wrong?” Christen asks, as she ducks down to kiss the curve of your jaw.

“3 days this week Chris, you’re literally killing me.”

Christen licks your pulse point, suckling on the flesh there.

“Sh-Shit.” You whisper brows furrowed when Christen starts rolling her hips.

Your fingers flex, your arms shaking as you keep yourself from touching her, knowing if you do, she’ll stop.

Christen moans in your ear and you throw your head back, groaning.

The woman smirks, her breasts right in your face as she stills rotating her hips, her ass rubbing against you.

“Yeah... Just like that...”

Suddenly, Christen is off of you, the woman sending you a seductive wink.

“Wh-What... Where are you going...?” You stare at her, pupils blown and she bites her bottom lip.

“You’ve been so good, why stop now?” She asks, walking away her hips swaying and you let out a sob.

“Why must you try and kill me?”

You inhale sharply when Christen sneaks back up behind you, leaning over the back of the couch to whisper in your ear.

“Just imagine how hard you’ll cum when I eventually let you orgasm.”

Christen giggles as she runs into the bedroom, leaving you on the couch whining.

***

The next time Christen struts out into the living room, she’s in a teddy, that is literally all straps, covering absolutely nothing.

“Baby...” You slap your hands over your eyes and Christen giggles, sitting in front of you on the couch.

“Don’t want to see me?” She asks and you whine.

“Oh, I want more than anything to see you... But I want to touch you so bad...” You wiggle in your seat and Christen smirks.

“Remember Ms. Y/L/N, no touching.”

At the first sharp inhale, your eyes fly open to reveal Christen Press, her hand between her legs, fingers moving.

“No touching yourself either.” She purrs and you again grab the couch, watching as Christen’s finger tips draw tight circles over her clit.

“Y/N…” She moans and you roll your hips, in search of friction you won’t find.

“God, you want to touch me so bad. Don’t you?” She purrs, gasping as her fingers move.

“Fuck Chris.” You growl, your brows, furrowed.

You close your eyes, back arching as your girlfriend moans, getting off in front of you, though when your eyes open you realize she’s just sitting there, a smirk on her face.

Your mouth drops open, your wide eyes darting around her face.

“CHRISSSSSSSSSSSS.” You whine loudly, the woman giggling as she takes her leave, leaving you behind frustrated more than you’d ever been before.

***

5 days, 5 days of your girlfriend parading around in damn near nothing, and still you hadn’t gotten to touch her, the woman wagging her finger at you if you even got too close.

You’re ashamed to admit that this time when Christen walks out into the living in grey see through lingerie, garter belt clipped to a pair of thigh high pantyhose, you run straight into the wall considering you’re staring at her.

“So?” Christen stands in the hall, her hands on her hips, the woman’s tongue swiping at her lips as she runs her hands down her body, making you whine loudly.

“CHRISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.” You let out a groan that sounds like a dying whale, the woman giggling as she makes her way towards you, hips swaying.

She pushes you back against the wall and you swallow hard, the woman biting her bottom lip as she places her palms on either side of your head.

“You like it?” She teases, running her tongue up the column of your neck and your bottom lip juts out. She leans in, biting your bottom lip, pulling it back with her.

“Ugh, God I love...” You grimace, almost touching her hips but you immediately jerk your hands back, palms against the wall.

“Good girl.” She teases, jutting one of your thighs out so she can, straddle it.

Your brows furrow as the woman rocks against you, her fingers tangled in her hair, her dark green orbs locked with your equally dark Y/E/C orbs.

“Chris...” You gasp, the woman swiveling her hips, a gasp leaving her parted lips.

Christen turns around.

“What’s wrong?” She asks innocently, bending down in front of you, rubbing her ass against the front of your sweats.

“Ugh, fuck Chris.” You whine, knocking your head back against the ball.

Suddenly, Christen is again gone, walking away, her hips swaying.

“UGH GOD LET ME DIE.” You groan, loudly and the woman giggles.

“But then you won’t be able to touch...”

Christen disappears down the hallway and you flip around, hitting your forehead on the wall.

“Let me die.”

***

“Fuck Y/N.” You nearly choke on your spit at the sound of your girlfriend in the shower, the woman moaning shamelessly as you brush your teeth, your core literally aching.

It doesn’t help that you can literally see through the shower curtain, watching as your girlfriend gets off with the shower head.

“Shit Y/N, right there...” She moans as you continue to brush your teeth.

You screw your eyes shut when you hear her breath hitching in a familiar way, a way that tells you she’s close.

“Fuck Y/N, fuck I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum... I’m gonna-

You girlfriend lets out an obscene moan, and you shiver, the woman moaning your name softly as she climaxes.

Christen opens the shower curtain cockily, turning to you with a smirk, her eyes widening when she sees your face.

“Are you crying?” She asks, snorting and you pout, leaving the room.

“I don’t want to talk about it!” You whine, running into the living room, leaving your soaking wet girlfriend behind.

The woman shakes her head.

“Maybe she’s been teased long enough.”

***

A week.

A week of Christen’s teasing and you were close to exploding, wanting nothing more than to touch the woman, or leap out your apartment’s window.

Who were you kidding, you literally wanted to fuck her on every single surface in your apartment and hopefully, she’d let you do that soon.

“Y/N.” You hear Christen’s raspy whisper and you grumble, rolling over and rolling up in the covers.

“Nooooo. I can’t take anymore Chris...” You whine, grabbing your pillow and covering your face with it. “I’m going to explode...” You whimper.

Christen hums, pulling the pillow off of your face, though, you’re face down, not seeing the woman is entirely bare.

“I guess I’ll just have to touch myself in the shower again.” She shrugs and you roll over, eyeing the woman hungrily.

“Is this a trap?” You ask, eyes narrowed as you eye her bare body, wanting nothing more than to let your hands roam.

Christen grins.

“Not this time...” She jerks the covers entirely off the bed and your eyes widen, the woman straddling your middle, your stomach bare considering you’re only in a sports bra, the woman’s hot, wet core against your stomach.

“Chris...” You groan. “Please...” Your brows furrow, your fingers flexing.

“Come on baby.” She purrs. “Touch me.”

To say you let out a feral snarl is an understatement, lifting the woman with ease and placing her on your dresser, diving between her legs and licking her with reckless abandon.

“Oh, fuck.” Christen’s fingers tangle in your hair as you eagerly and wildly work her up with your tongue, the woman almost immediately cumming with a cry, her body shaking and shuddering.

“Shit.” She gasps as you pull her off the dresser and head into the living room, laying her on the couch before climbing on top of her.

“I’m gonna fuck you all over the apartment.” You growl, jerking all your clothes off until you’re as bare as the woman beneath you.

Christen cries out when you straddle her, your core settling on hers.

You duck down, your lips pressing against Christen’s the two of you shamelessly making out, that is until Christen pulls back with a gasp at the first roll of your hips.

You clutch at the arm of the couch, hovering over Christen as you roll your hips, the woman’s legs wrapping around you as the two of you rut against one another.

It’s then your own release approaches, your hips stuttering.

“Come on baby.” Christen starts rolling her hips wildly. “I know you want to cum. You’re so close, aren’t you?” She asks and you nod, ducking down to bury your face in her neck, the forward grinning as you moan against her neck, hips rocking.

You breathing quickens, every single one of your nerve endings stimulated, your body shaking and shuddering violently.

“Do you want to cum?” She asks and you nod, brow furrowed.

“I want to cum, please let me cum.” You beg into her neck and Christen’s hips still, an audible sob leaving your mouth.

“No, please I was-

Christen suddenly flips the two of you over, scrambling down to the end of the couch before burying her face between your legs.

“HOLY FUCK.” You literally scream, Christen, pulling your legs over her shoulders as she works between your legs, licking and sucking your throbbing clit.

An obscene moan crawls up your throat, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as your body convulses like it never had before, your orgasm hard and long, hard enough that it knocks every ounce of air from your lungs.

Eventually, your body stills and you collapse, your eyes fluttering shut.

Christen climbs up you, her lips pressing against yours, the taste of your sex on her tongue.

“Fuck.” You pant, the woman pulling back with a grin.

“Thoughts?” She giggles and you snort.

“Thoughts, you want me to think right now...” You chuckle. “Y/N txt has stopped working.” You yawn, eyes fluttering shut as your girlfriend rolls her eyes.

“Nerd.” She teases and you hum, a satisfied grin on your face.

“Need a break?” She asks and you scoff, eyes flashing open.

“Not a chance.”

Christen squeaks as you roll her over, your wet core against hers.

“You didn’t think I was done, did you?” You ask, rolling your hips, the woman’s legs slipping around your middle as you still, swiveling your hips in a way that makes the forward cry out.

“Oh god, uh fuck.” Christen gaps, her fingers tangling in her hair as you teasingly swivel your hips.

Christen’s body shivers in a way that tells you she’s close and you smirk, the woman’s green orbs wide as she stares up at you in shock.

“You know what they say Christen Press?” You smirk and she swallows hard.

“Pay back is a bitch.”

***

“Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.” Christen shakes violently beneath you in bed, a cocky grin spread across your face.

“Maybe I should stop now...” You whisper. “Make you wait a week...” You tease and Christen whines, the woman covered in a thin sheen of sweat as she rocks her hips, trying to work the toy that’s currently inside her.

“No, please, please don’t stop.” Christen begs and you lick your lips, your girlfriend’s green orbs dark with lust, her pupils blown wide.

You take pity on her, the woman’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

“Yessss...” Christen hisses at your first thrust, your hips building a fast rhythm, the sound between your and Christen’s legs absolutely obscene.

The headboard behind Christen starts pounding against the wall, your girlfriend’s mouth open in a silent scream.

“Harder.” Christen begs and you’re only happy to oblige, thrusting hard into her, the obscenest of sounds coming from her open mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N, fuck I’m...” Christen goes silent as you speed your thrusts up, the woman’s voice lost, inhuman noises crawling up her throat.

She cries out, so loud you know your neighbors had definitely heard your girlfriend orgasm.

Christen quakes violently beneath you, quivering and quaking violently as she finally achieves release, but your thrusts don’t stop.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” Christen pants against your neck and soon, she’s cumming again, the woman letting out a scream as she orgasms, her essence coating you and the toy between her your legs.

Christen collapses, the woman panting heavily, covered in sweat as you roll off of her, delicately, well as delicately as you can pull the toy out of her, before removing the strap on and dropping it on the floor.

Christen rolls over, wiggling until she’s in your arms, her bare chest against yours.

“Fuck, that was...” Christen smiles tired and you smirk.

“Intense?” You ask and she snorts.

“Stunning, mind blowing...” Christen rambles sleepily against your chest.

“Sleep baby.” You whisper, kissing her forehead.

“Fuck, I’m going to see if you can last 2 weeks next time...” Christen giggles and you scoff.

“Please, please don’t.”

Christen nuzzles into your neck.

“I love you Y/N.” Christen whispers and you grin.

“I love you too.”

The two of you go silent, that is until Christen lets out a snore.

You shake your head, grinning.

“Goodnight baby.” You kiss her forehead. “We’ll see who’s the one getting teased next time.” You smirk, maliciously, your eyes closing, the possibilities bouncing around in your head of how you could pay Christen back, more so than you already had.

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