. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ YOU TRY TO GET ON TOP ENEMY!CHRIS MID FUCK ࿐ྂ
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low grunts are mixed with your high pitched moans, filling his bedroom with sounds of sex.
he’s pounding into you, his necklace dangling above your mouth, which is agape. you can taste the silver on your tongue, but it doesn’t bother you.
chris blue eyes are piercing into yours, his gaze intense as his tongue pokes into his cheek, trying to hold back any sounds.
“so fuckin’ tight..”
he growls, using on of his hands to lift your hips up a bit, to go even deeper inside of you.
“chris—“
you gasp out, voice breathless as your face in confronted in pleasure. he lets out a low sound, enjoying his name rolling of your tongue like this.
“you like that huh?”
you nod desperately, a string of moans escape you. “chris im gonna—“
chris grins wickedly, he presses a sloppy kiss in your neck before pulling back, slowing down his thrusts to examine you, a wicked grin on his face.
you whine, your hands grip his shoulder to pull him back, but he refuses and tuts.
his thrusts stop almost completely, an evil grin on his face, he enjoys this, he enjoys stopping when you’re close, he enjoys seeing your unsatisfied face.
he always does this, and this time, something snaps into you.
you watch him raise his brows surprised when you clench your jaw, gripping onto his shoulders a bit harsher before flipping the two of you over, causing you to be on top.
chris still has his brows raised, a cocky smile on his face.
“the fuck you doin’?”
you don’t react, instead you lift your hips and sink down on him. chris lets out a surprised moan. you’re panting heavily, before starting to move your hips.
chris watches, he rest his hands behind his head as he leans against the headboard, an arrogant smirk on his face.
“what are you doing?”
he repeats, this time amused instead of confused. you whimper softly. “you stopped.. so i’ll just do it myself..” you reply, a small moan escaping after.
chris’s amused grin widens. “you’ll never be able to keep up with this pace, let me—“
you cut him off by moving faster, his cocky comment only challenges you and causes a fire to infuriate inside you; you want to prove him wrong, prove him that you can actually do this.
“shut up…” you moan out, making chris’s entertained smirk bigger.
you truly try to keep up with the pace, your hips moving up and down in a clumsy way, the bounces off rhythm. but you try, you want chris to see that you can in fact be a top.
but as soon as your legs start to shake, a weak whine escapes and your body slows down, you know you failed, which makes chris’s ego swell.
you slow down completely, panting heavily. chris doesn’t waste a second before flipping you both over again.
“got all tired hm?” he teases, a smirk on his face that wants you to both punch and kiss him.
“poor girl…”
he mocks, before pressing a lazy kiss in your neck and beginning to thrust in and out of you, in a steady yet fast pace.
a/n witting this while high so idk if this makes sense, lmk lmao
