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this whole series is the best thing ive ever read in my entire life, i have vision at night abt this atp

rapper!chris x reader pt. 7

the weekend - sza

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in which *ೃ༄ you run into your boyfriends favorite rapper at your party and let him fuck you- again.

warnings ⊹₊⟡⋆ infidelity !! this is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only! smut! public setting. p n v unprotected. oral, fingering, finger sucking. english not my first language!

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your back hits the wall with a thud, dress bunched around your hips, and chris’s mouth is already on your neck like he’s starving for it.

his hands are everywhere- gripping, pulling, sliding under the thin fabric as your breath catches and your leg wrap tight around his waist. the music from the party thuds in the distance, muffled by the walls, but here, tucked around the dark corner of the balcony, it’s just you and him. again.

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you didn’t mean to end up like this with chris, you were just slipping away to fix your makeup.

you took the long way around, hoping to avoid him, skimming the edge of the balcony, just past where the lights dimmed and the laughter thinned out.

but then you turned the corner- and there he was.

leaning against the rail, a blunt in hand, like he’d been waiting for you.

neither of you said a word at first. just stared. the city lights behind him, the tension between you so thick it felt like gravity pulling you in.

“you’re really gonna avoid me all night?” he asked, voice low, unreadable.

“wasn’t planning on seeing you at all,” you muttered, trying to walk past. he didn’t move. “your eyes said otherwise.”

you weren’t planning on staying, didn’t mean to let the silence stretch. but he stepped closer, and something inside you cracked.

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“fuck,” he mutters into your jaw, “missed this- missed you so much.”

you whimper, tugging at his jacket, nails dragging down the front of his shirt.

“chris,” you breathe, barely able to get it out. he pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dark, lips swollen.

but just when he leans in to kiss you again, you flinch- something flashes behind your eyes. guilt. anger. all of it.

“you brought her,” you whisper, barely loud enough to be heard over the pulse of bass from the rooftop.

he stills.“what?”

you swallow hard. “you’re here with her, chris. and you’re doing this with me—again.” his hand slides down, fingers trailing the inside of your thigh. slow and then higher- until he’s pressing right where you’re already aching. your breath catches in your throat.

“you knew exactly what would happen the second you stayed out here,” he murmurs. “don’t act like you didn’t.”

“that’s not the point,” you snap, breathless, shaky with it. “you have a fucking girlfriend.”

his jaw clenches. he leans in again, close enough that his breath fans over your mouth.

“you jealous?” he asks, quiet and taunting. “of course i’m jealous.” his eyes soften just a little, his voice quieter now.

“she doesn’t matter.”

you want to push him away, but you dont.

“you say that now,” you murmur. “but you’re gonna go right back to her.”

“just like you went back to him, right?”

you don’t answer. your chest rises and falls hard, like you’re gasping for air and none of it is enough. your brain’s screaming to leave- but your body’s already melting under his touch.

you hate how fast the guilt gets drowned out by want.

and he knows it too, smirking as his fingers press firmer between your thighs, teasing through your panties like he’s got all night.

“what was that you said earlier?” he asks, tilting his head like he’s thinking. “oh right- ‘i know it ain’t right, but i dont care.’”

you don’t even realize you’re whimpering until he’s already dragging your panties to the side, sliding his fingers through your wetness.

and even though you don’t want to, you let him. let him touch you like this. in the dark, in the dress your boyfriend paid for while he laughs with your friends just a few feet away.

“fuck” chris breathes, voice low and smug.

his fingers tease at your entrance, circling slow, before he finally pushes one in- then two. the stretch makes you gasp, back arching off the wall as he curls them just right.

“this what you needed?” he mutters, mouth back on your neck, teeth dragging along your skin. “he not doing it for you, huh? gotta sneak off and let me fuck you instead.”

his lips move lower, hot kisses trailing down your throat, then along your collarbone. he sucks at the skin just beneath the edge of your dress strap, hard enough to mark but low enough to be hidden. you feel it sting-warm, possessive-and another moan slips out.

his other hand grips your waist as he keeps fucking his fingers into you, deep and filthy, the wet sound of it echoing in the quiet.

“you’re perfect like this,” he breathes against your skin. “always so tight for me. always so fuckin’ sweet.”

your head tips back against the wall, lips parted, body strung tight and ready to snap. the slick sounds between your thighs only make it filthier- your own wetness dripping down his wrist as he fingers you harder, faster, thumb rubbing messy circles over your clit.

“gonna cum already?” he teases, voice dark. “just from my fingers?”

you nod, desperate, breathless. “chris- fuck- don’t stop-”

he doesn’t. if anything, he doubles down, fucking you through it until your legs start to shake and your whole body tenses, a broken moan spilling out as you cum hard on his hand. your walls flutter around his fingers, and he keeps going, slow now, dragging it out while you whimper into his shoulder.

you barely open your eyes in time to see him pull his fingers out-wet, glistening-and lift them to his mouth. he licks them clean. his tongue dragging slow between them, eyes locked with yours the entire time.

“turn around,” he says next.

you obey , dazed and dizzy, hands catching on the balcony rail as you bend forward. your dress is hitched high above your ass now, panties pooled at your ankles, and back arched in surrender.

he strokes himself behind you, dragging the tip of his cock through your folds, slow and taunting before lining up.

“keep that pretty ass just like that for me,” he mutters, and then he pushes in-deep, thick, splitting you open in one stroke that knocks the breath from your lungs.

“fuck,” you choke out, forehead pressed to your arm as he starts pounding into you from behind. “chris-”

his grip tightens on your hips, dragging you back onto him with each thrust. it’s rough, relentless, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing off the brick.

“lie to me,” he groans. “tell me he fucks you like this.”

“he doesn’t,” you cry out, voice wrecked. “only you-only you can.”

your body shakes with every thrust, his cock hitting deep, just right, and the heat coils fast in your stomach again. your thighs tremble, barely able to hold you up as pleasure takes over.

“yeah, that’s what i thought,” he growls, chest against your back now, hand reaching up to your mouth.

his fingers slide between your lips again, and you suck them down without thinking, moaning around them as he fucks you harder.

“keep sucking,” he pants. “you’re gonna cum with my fingers in your mouth.”

drool spills from the corner of your lips, but you don’t care. you’re too far gone, choking on moans while the cold metal digs into your palms and the world spins around you.

from behind the balcony wall, you can still hear the party-laughter, clinking glasses, the sound of someone yelling your name in a toast. they’re celebrating you.

and you’re out here getting fucked dumb by the one person you shouldn’t even be speaking to.

“fuck, baby,” chris hisses behind you. “keep moaning like that and you’re gonna get us caught. but maybe that’s what you want, huh?”

he fucks you deeper, pace brutal now. “bet you’ll write a song about this too.”

you can’t answer. not with his fingers still in your mouth, not with the way he’s splitting you open. all you can do is nod, whimpering around him.

he feels it the second your walls start clenching again—tight and desperate-and he pulls his fingers free.

“gonna cum?” he murmurs. “cum for me.”

“yes-yes,” you gasp, body jerking. “don’t stop, chris, please-”

and you do, cumming around him with a cry, vision blurring, legs shaking as your orgasm hits hard and fast. he doesn’t stop-keeps fucking into you through it, deep and rough, dragging it out until you’re trembling under him.

and then he pulls out suddenly.

he spins you fast, dropping to his knees and tugging you down with him until you’re on your back against the balcony floor.

“open.”

you do- lips parted, tongue out- and he strokes himself twice before spilling into your mouth with a deep, guttural groan. thick and hot.

you swallow every drop.

you look up through your tears to see him smiling down at you. his breath ragged, thumb brushing your bottom lip.

“knew you’d take it so well.”

you cleaned yourself up in the bathroom, smoothed your dress back down, and fixed your lip gloss before stepping back into the party.

you didn’t look for chris. didn’t think about him, or her, or your boyfriend who, at this point, you hadn’t seen in hours. you didn’t speak to anyone at first- just grabbed a drink, then another, and let the music carry you. let your friends pull you into blurry group pictures, let the flash hit your face while you took shots you barely tasted and laughed at things you wouldn’t remember.

you drank just enough to keep the guilt from creeping in. and it worked, until the next morning.

the headache you woke up with only got worse when your phone started buzzing nonstop- group texts lighting up with blurry screenshots, your friends sending the same link over and over.

you opened it, still half-asleep, and there it was.

paparazzi photos taken right there at your party. they were of your boyfriend, standing way too close to chris’s girlfriend. their faces lit up by camera flash. their lips pressed together. caught. crystal clear. TMZ’s caption in bold red letters:

“Caught Slipping: Messy Makeouts at Girlfriends Party”

and just like that, whatever guilt you were holding onto disappeared. it didn’t feel like yours to carry at all.

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mommy

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i woke up to this i wish i never wokeup

i don’t like this

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my mf phone decided to shut down during the first pick i might kms tonight

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hand placement… yall are so gay

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AYOOOOOOO

@bueckersbitch dont ever die

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dont stop get it get it

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im posting the draft smut when its over stay tuned y’all 🤫🤫🤫🤫

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RAWWWW i mean awww 🥰🥰🥰🥰

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yall some lucky mfs

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paige post them tiktoks already

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zero hate to the host but why would u bring up hailey’s mental health on such an important event wtf

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you bitches aint slick 😈😈😈

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dang if i speak….

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im genuinely so sorry for the person i just became when i saw this fit

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paige ily im dying

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ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ᝰ.ᐟ

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pairing : paige bueckers x singlemom!reader

warnings : none !!

word count : 670

summary : it’s paige bueckers’ last game, the national championship, and as she takes the final shot of her career, you stand in the stands, heart in your throat, watching her give it her all. through all the struggles, she’s been your rock, and now, you get to witness her victory, surrounded by love and the energy of the crowd.

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you always thought watching someone you love do what they were born to do would feel like pride

but this? this was something else entirely

the lights in the arena were almost too bright, the energy in the air crackling like electricity. bodies packed into rows and rows of seats, fans screaming, cameras flashing, music blaring every time the scoreboard shifted. and through it all, your daughter was asleep against your chest, her little ear muff headphones slipping down, a soft fist curled around the collar of your hoodie

you were standing

hands wrapped around the railing, eyes locked on the court, heart somewhere between your ribs and the rafters. this was it. her last game. the national championship. paige bueckers, number five, center stage for the final time

you’d watched her fight her way here. not just on the court. not just with buckets and steals and floor burns. but off the court too. the nights she took care of your daughter so you could study. the mornings she left early just to drop her off at daycare so you could sleep in for once. the way she stepped into your life like she’d always meant to be there

and now she was here. focused. dialed in. locked

but then the clock ticked down, and just before the timeout was called, she looked up. found you. even in a sea of thousands, she always found you

and smiled

it wasn’t big. it wasn’t loud. it was just yours

your daughter stirred in your arms, half-asleep as she mumbled, “ mommy’s winning? ”

you smiled too. not just at the question, but at the way she called her that now. like it was the most natural thing in the world

“ yeah baby ” , you whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “ she’s winning ”

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the shot went up at 1.6

the buzzer sounded at 0.0

and then it happened

the place erupted. confetti. sirens. cameras flashing in bursts of gold and white and navy blue. her teammates swarmed her, a pile of limbs and laughter and disbelief. but through it all, even while they hoisted her up, paige was scanning the stands

she found you again

and pointed

and that was all it took. you were moving, heart racing, barely able to hold your daughter still as security opened the gate. and then she was running toward you, sneakers slipping, hair soaked, eyes wide and glassy

“ you’re insane ”, you laughed, voice already breaking, “ you really did it ”

“ had to ” , she breathed out, grabbing your daughter first and spinning her in a little half-circle before pulling you in too, forehead resting against yours. “ had to do it for my girls ”

you didn’t say anything right away

just let yourself exist there

in her arms

in the noise

in the moment you’d never forget

and somewhere behind you, your daughter yelled into the chaos

“ we knew you’d win!!!! ”

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