Work Text:
You pleasured yourself with your fingers as quietly as possible, not wanting anyone to hear the improper act you were doing in the middle of the kitchen. You were in front of the counter, one hand scratching the marble and the other in your pants, inside your underwear. Your fingers made delicate circles on your clit, almost giving you the stimulation you needed, but still not enough. Your mind was mostly blank, you only focused on how good your hand made you feel, but images of Chris ran through your head. His hands were a work of art, his fingers more specifically reached parts of your body that you alone couldn't touch. His hair, so soft that it slipped between your fingertips when you needed to tug on it. He was a consistent thought in your brain, more so on occasions like these.
Thoughts of Chris would have flooded your mind if it hadn't been for the sudden sensation of someone grabbing you, long but familiar hands wrapping around your waist, someone had already seen you. You quickly removed your hands from your pants, leaving yourself unsatisfied. The breathing of whoever was behind you became prominent in your ear, and that's when you noticed who it was.
“Fuck- Chris- I didn't see you…” you said, embarrassed and flushed.
“I can tell, what were you thinking ‘bout?” he almost whispered, his raspy voice ringing in your ears, sending shivers down your spine.
“I- I don't know…”
“Don't act dumb now, what were you thinking about?” Chris asked again, this time hugging you completely from behind. He pressed his entire body against your back and cupped your breasts with his hands while he hid his head in the crook of your neck.
“You… you touching me…” you replied, lowering your head.
“Yeah? Touching you like this?” he said and lowered one of his hands from your chest to your pants, slipping his sneaky fingers into your underwear and imitating the movements you were doing before he found you. His fingertips pressed against your sensitive bud, rubbing circles in it and feeling how wet you were from before. “Touching yourself in the middle of the kitchen? Knowing he could get in? It's like you wanted me to find you..."
You grabbed the edge of the counter as support, gripping it with your hands. “Turn around.” he ordered you and in a quick movement he flipped you, now facing him. He moved his hands to your thighs and lifted you up, making you jump and wrap your legs around his waist, then he grabbed your ass and made you sit on the counter. “Now take your pants off.” he said, and of course, you obeyed.
He knelt in front of you and, with his head between your legs, he started eating you out. Your hands flew to his hair, that hair that you fantasized about in your intimacy, and that now you were lucky enough to touch. You tugged on it the same way you imagined earlier, and you threw your head back, slightly hitting the tall piece of furniture above you.
Chris moved a thumb to your slit, pulling back the hood of your clit, it now being exposed to him. His tongue made contact with your bud, making you whine and gasp audibly. He explored, lingered, making circular motions against your clit, then tongue-fucking you fully. Shivers shot from your back to your legs as the arousal spread quickly, threatening your balance and your grip on his hair.
“Just lubing you up for my cock, don't want it to hurt.” he separated from your leg to say, looking at you with already darkened blue eyes and dilated pupils, almost making the color of his irises invisible.
He eventually grew bored of teasing you with his tongue, even though he did enjoy watching you squirm and whimper. He stood up, still between your legs, and began to take off his clothes. He pulled down his pants and his underwear with one hand, leaving them halfway on his thighs. He took his already erect shaft and rubbed it against your wet slit, soaking the tip with your juices.
“Go slow, I'm still sensitive…” you begged, putting your hand on his chest, trying to control him.
“You know I can’t wait, I need to fuck you.” Chris said and with a single thrust he gave you his entire cock inside. You let out a scream more of pain than pleasure, but that burning stretching sensation didn't last long as you quickly got used to it. “Fuck, you always feel so good.” he said between gritted teeth.
Chris wasted no time moving inside you, he didn't care that he had just touched you and that you were so sensitive that you sounded like you were crying, he was horny and you were there, it was obvious that he was going to use you. You just looked so cute, so innocent, and so hot trying to get off by yourself, but Chris knew that he was the only one who could make you feel good. Your hands didn't help, only his hands made you reach your high.
Still you took what he gave you, and you let him do whatever he wanted with you. At a certain point you stopped fighting back simply because you knew you weren't going to win. If Chris wanted something from you he was going to get it, but you lowkey liked that. Also, you knew what if you tried to talk only incoherent mumbles would come out, so you just let Chris use you no matter how sensitive you were.
He grabbed your waist and thrust into you as if you were a toy, and you allowed him to do so as if you really were one. Although with each pump your vision blurred more and your ears ringed more prominently, you were still able to make out Chris's growls in your ear, and his distorted, hitched breathing. It was pathetic how close he bringed you to the edge.
“I’m cumming, Chris…” you managed to mutter, the edges of your mouth dripping with drool.
“Go ahead, make a mess on me.” he answered, and with his permission already given you came around his shaft. You rolled your eyes back, you kicked, you scratched his back, but none of that stopped him from continuing to thrust inside you. He looked down and saw the sight of his cock covered in your release and how it kept pounding your swollen hole, he swore he could have cum just by looking at it but he still didn't.
He knew you couldn't take any more, he knew it was too much for you, he knew you were on the verge of breaking, but still he didn't stop. You no longer had the strength to move or speak if he wanted to, you were motionless while he continued to bruise your insides. He was breaking your limit, pushing your edge, and still not stopping. You held onto his back as if your life depended on it, and he hid his head in your neck.
“I'm almost done with you, baby.” he assured you, but you couldn’t neither agree nor deny. One of his hands made its way to your mouth, pressing his thumb to your lips indicating that you should allow him entry. You opened your mouth and let his finger rest on your tongue, you swirled your muscle around his digit, trying to sooth yourself.
You just came back from touching yourself, followed by an orgasm, and yet Chris didn't stop pounding you. Actually, every time he felt how close he was to filling you up he increased his speed, overstimulating you much more than you already were. It's not like he didn't notice what he was doing to you, but he couldn't stop. He no longer heard you moan, or speak, or even make any sound, you just scratched on his back for dear life. He placed a kiss on your shoulder as an apology, but that didn't stop his movements.
You didn't have any control of your body anymore, and Chris didn't stop torturing you after your last orgasm subsided, but he seemed to be quite enjoying it. The smallest, coyest moans escaped from your lips, while he growled like an animal in your ear.
“No more, no more-“ you muttered, still with his finger in your mouth.
“You can take it, just a little more.” no, you really couldn't, he was so close to cumming and you were so close to passing out in front of him. The wet thumb you had inside your mouth suddenly moved down to your pussy, and without warning Chris began rubbing quick, tight circles on your swollen clit. “One more, give me one more.”
You involuntarily moved your hips against him when you felt him touch you, and the sensation brought you embarrassingly close again, everything was blurry and so, so overwhelming. You felt him twitch inside you, and it didn't take long for the next orgasm to roll over you. You came a second time with a breathless moan, totally fucked out. It hit you like a truck, an orgasm so strong it kicked all the air out of your lungs and left you dry and unable to breathe properly. An orgasm so intense that it left you without energy, quickly leaving you tired. Chris wasn't far behind and came in you, filling you with his warm seed. Your legs were shaking like jelly, and they unconsciously wrapped themselves tighter around Chris's waist, acting as a stopper so that his cum wouldn't drip out and would stay inside you. You clamped on his cock, not giving him any chance to move. He stilled inside of you as he filled you with ropes of cum, then collapsing on top of you. Eventually, you could hear his heavy breathing next to your ear calming down, soon returning to normal.
“You were so good.” he praised you, something that you honestly needed to hear. “Let me clean you up.” he tried to pull away from you to do so, but the grip on your trembling legs wouldn't allow him.
“No, no, stay like this…”
“Inside?” he asked and you just nodded, to which he obeyed.