“Y’think So” 「…pornstar!chris 」
╰┈➤ warnings .ᐟ p n v, squirting, praise, big!chris, dirty talk (1.1k words)
you find out at a friend of a friend does porn & he proves you wrong about it.
Chris had everyone’s attention at the mixer without even trying.
He had come with a friend of a friend.
He was leaned back into the corner of your couch, one ankle resting casually over his knee, arm draped along the backrest like he owned the place. His friends were already egging him on about his job, questions flying faster than he could answer. And Chris? He ate that shit up.
He never bragged. He didn’t have to.
There was just something about the way he talked about it, easy, confident, unbothered. Like telling people you were a pornstar was the same as saying you worked retail.
“Nah, I don’t do that corny storyline stuff,” he was saying, shaking his head as he laughed. “That ‘stepbro gets stuck in the dryer’ shit? Miss me with that.”
The room erupted. . Someone said “no way” like it was a revelation.
But your stomach twisted in that familiar, irritated way. You didn’t know him well—he was your friend’s friend, but the casualness of his whole attitude rubbed you wrong. Or maybe it rubbed you too right and that was the problem.
He continued, “People want Unscripted. Natural reactions. Genuine—”
“Please,” you cut in before you could stop yourself.
Chris’ eyebrows lifted, amused already.
You shrugged like it was obvious.
“Porn is literally always fake. Even the so-called ‘real’ stuff. Everyone knows that.”
A few people murmured in agreement. But Chris? He just stared at you, that slow grin tugging at his lips like he’d been waiting for you to say something.
“I mean,” you pressed on, crossing your arms, “come on. The moaning? The screaming? No one sounds like that unless they’re acting.”
Chris tilted his head just a little.
“You think so?” he asked like she was right, inner corners of his eyes creasing.
“I know so,” you shot back. “And the squirting and shaking and whatever is faked. It’s all played out.”
Someone muttered, “Damn,” under their breath.
Chris didn’t look away from you, not even once.
His tongue pressed briefly against the inside of his cheek, the smallest tell of irritation—or maybe challenge.
“No,” he said finally, voice low but clear. “It’s fake when people don’t know what they’re doing. When they’re trying too hard.”
He leaned forward slightly,eyes locked on yours like he was dissecting every second of your breath.
Your face heated before you could control it.
“And for the record,” he added, sitting back again, that grin fully formed now, “All that stuff you think is fake? It’s only fake for people who’ve never had anyone good enough to get it.”
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your eyes widened as he slid in — they don’t call it pornstar cock for know reason. “mfph fuck” you mummbled into the pillow
“yeah i know you feel that shit”
chris said grinning, sliding his full length into your soaked entrance.
He started slow — agonizingly slow. You groaned.
“I want you to get the full experience baby” he hummed into your ear as her lowered his hips to form around you ass.
your face down on the pillow breathing increased as he picked up speed abruptly. Moans and whines fell out of your mouth as he increasingly pumped you from behind. His hands on your hips like handlebars.
Your hands digging into the pillow on either sides your head.
“chris - ah fuck” You moaned out
“aw what?, you can’t take this big cock?” He mocked in your same whiny expression
one of his hands met the back of your head applying pressure and burring your face further into the pillow. You could cum from that alone.
“mm- fuck, feels s’good” you could barley keep your composure, arching your back causing even more friction.
“ah yeah baby you’re a fuckin natural”chris chimed giving you a small tap on the ass. Then his movements stopped his cock paused inside of you as he pulled your head back by your hair.
“you said squirting and shaking ain’t real hm?” chris challenged scanning over your messy face.
he pulled out of you turning you over onto your back, missionary. He slid his length in once again.
You groaned as he went fast again his hips crashing into you. moans poured out off you like never before. “yeah i know” chris said nodding his head at your half closed eyes and tensed legs.
“im, im s-so close” you cried out, that was Chris’s signal. His thumb breezed back and forth across your clit as he continued to pump into you. Your pussy clenched legs shaking and your head tilting up.
“come on baby, yeah — do it do it for me”
You eyes half lidded saw his cocky smirk, he already knew he had you there. You let out a scream like somthing was building beyond the orgasm. as he kept circling your clit he pulled out of your entrance fast.
Squirt practically fell out off your pussy as his fingers slid across your clit, you twitched your eyes rolled back and senses gone. your chest faltered then again.
he stopped and just stood infront of you watching you recover, your shaky breath slowing as you stopped twitching.
“mhmm did that feel good?” Chris teased though he knew the answer
your eyes closed nodding at his words. your pussy throbbing and a puddle underneath you.
“fuck that’s - that’s never happened before” you say slowly sitting up looking up at him as he stood at the edge of the bed in front of you.
his fingers cupped the side off your face his grin turning into something softer.
“just doing my job sweetheart”
He whispered & leaned in a little closer planting a kiss on your forehead. “let’s get you cleaned up” he said starring at the puddle below you.
A/N : porn with a porn plot haha, I thought about that joke when I was writing. That wasn’t funny I hate myself. Thank you for 50 followers I love you!!
