:: fratboy!chris x shy!reader
chris had been watching you curiously for awhile now, a smirk pulling at his lips as a thought crosses his mind. in his head, he’s already planning out exactly how he’s gonna bring up the topic to you, but he can’t quite find the right words.
as you sat on the bed, scrolling through your phone and minding your own business, chris crept up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist. he pulled you closer, his chest pressing against your back. he leaned forward, resting his chin on your shoulder. you could practically feel his smirk against your skin. “hey baby,” he murmurs.
“i’ve been thinkin’,” he says, voice low and a hint of mischief in his tone. “about somethin’ that might be fun for us to try out.” he pulls away from you slightly, but his hands remain on your waist, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your skin through your clothes. this immediately caught your attention of course, your interest piqued.
“you ever heard of bondage?” he asks bluntly, his hands still moving against your skin. the bluntness of his question catching you off guard, a small gasp escaping your lips. you turn to look at him, a mix of surprise and curiosity on your face.
“caught your attention, huh?” he chuckles, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he continues, “i’ve been thinkin’ maybe we could try it out. imagine a ribbon wrapped up all pretty around you, like a present.”
you blush at the thought, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. you try to stammer out a response, but your words get caught in your throat. chris takes this as a sign to keep going, a low, rumbling chuckle escaping his lips. he shifts his body, pulling you to sit on his lap.
“it’d look s’pretty on you,” he murmured, his hands trailing down your hips as he imagines it. “you’d look so good, all tied up f’me.”
his words were getting to you, your cheeks burning hotter and hotter, the pool forming between your legs. you bite your lip nervously, unable to speak out of a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. he grins, noticing your reaction, and he leans in, his lips brushing against your neck.
“we can do it in front of a mirror,” he whispers, his hot breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine. “so you can see how good you look, all wrapped up and pretty f’me.” he nuzzles at the crook of your neck, his lips leaving behind a trail of soft, teasing kisses.
his hands start to wander, sliding up under the hem of your shirt, his fingers grazing over your skin, igniting a trail of fire in their path. he chuckles when you shudder, the noise turning into a moan as he captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
his hands continue to roam your body, his touch growing more and more bold as he loses himself in the moment. he breaks the kiss, his lips now trailing down your jawline, to your neck, and to your collarbone, his teeth nipping at your skin teasingly.
he lifts you up suddenly, his arms wrapping around your waist as he presses you against the mirror on the wall, his body pressed against yours. his eyes look you up and down, a predatory gaze in his eyes.
he can feel how hot you are, your skin burning under his touch. he grabs your chin, turning you around and forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. “you'd love that, huh?” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.
his words make your heart race, your mind spinning with the idea. you feel vulnerable but also safe in his arms, and the way he's holding you, so possessively, making your knees weak. you try to speak, to voice your thoughts, but all that comes out is a soft moan.
he hears it and smirks, pulling you even closer, if that were possible. “i’ll take that as a yes,” he murmurs, nipping at your ear. his hands travel up again, fingers tracing over your skin, teasing and light. “i'll get some ribbon then,” he says, his voice filled with promise.
he pulls away from you suddenly, releasing you from his hold. you feel a brief flicker of disappointment, but it's quickly washed away when he walks over to a drawer and pulls out a roll of ribbon, a wicked smirk on his face.
he walks back over to you, unraveling the ribbon as he does. he stands in front of you, looking down at you with a hungry look in his eyes. "turn around," he says, his tone authoritative and commanding.
you follow his order, turning so that your back is facing him. he pulls off your shirt in one swift motion. he then grabs your wrists and pulls them behind your back, binding them together tightly with the ribbon. he ties it in a neat little bow, his hands moving down to your hips as he pulls you backwards, so that you're flush against him.
he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you against him as he kisses the back of your neck. his other hand tangles in your hair, gently pulling your head back, exposing your throat.
he takes advantage of the exposed skin, his lips and tongue exploring the sensitive areas. he presses his body against yours after loosening his sweatpants, taking them off completely, followed by his boxers.
he positions you in front of the mirror once more, his hands on your hips guiding you. “look at yourself,” he instructs, his voice barely above a whisper. his hands slip under your shorts, pulling them down with your panties aswell.
he slowly teases your wet folds with his tip, “so wet f’me already?”
without warning, his hips begin pounding into your tight pussy, making you shriek in response.
chris grabs your bound wrists, using them to help him steady himself as he continues his rapid pace.
chris already feels you clenching around his cock, pushing him closer to the edge. but, he wanted you to cum first.
he moves his free hand to your clit, quickly rubbing in circles as he hears your cries and whimpers, only encouraging him to keep going.
“chris — ‘m gonna,” you mumble,
“what was that? couldn’t hear ya,” he teased with a smirk.
“please — so close, keep going —“ you begged.
“yeah? look at yourself, gonna fill you up s’good.” he murmured as he forced you to look at yourself in the mirror.
you were a mess, but chris loved it.
you let out a shriek as you came, chris following soon after.
chris continued his slower thrusts, fucking his cum into you, mixing with your juices.
he pulled out of you, slowly untying the pretty little bow and setting you free.
