lower back tattoo
fwb!chris sturniolo x reader
warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, kicthen counter sex, slapping, spanking kink, kinda punishing, overstimulation, crying, chris smearing his cum over readers tattoo (its gonna be funny trust)
author's note: idek how tf i thougt of the end for this one.. its been sitting in my drafts for a while LMFAO
this inspired me to add a spanking kink to this! :)
english is not my first language!
"chris, please" you whined. your cheek pressed against the cold marble of the kitchen counter, wet from your tears. you swear your legs would give out any second, but chris didn't care how sensetive you were from the three orgasms he'd pulled out of you already, he just kept fucking into you at a relentless pace.
you whined when another smack landed on your ass, this one felt different. "'s what you get for not telling me." he groaned, watching the way your ass bounced every time his hips snapped forward. "so fuckin' sexy, can't believe you didn't fuckin' tell me" another smack.
chris getting rough with you was nothing new, he'd slap your ass sometimes, never like this though. never like he actually meant it, like he'd punish you for something you've done. you cried out a moan when another hard, slap landed on your ass, the stinging pain barely goes noticed by you because of yet another orgasm building up.
your fingers gripped the counter, knuckles turning white from how hard you were holding onto it. "got a damn lower back tattoo and didn't even tell me until i had you bent over the fuckin' counter." he scoffed, slapping your ass harder than last time, kneading the flesh in an attempt to soothe the sting after. you nearly screamed when your fourth orgasm came crashing down, your legs violently shaking, toes curling as his dick kept fucking in and out of your overstimulated, wet pussy.
your head was fuzzy, your vision blurring as small tears kept rolling down your face. it wasn't the brutal spanking, it was the fact he just didn't stop after the first time you came on his dick. your voice broke with every moan that left your lips.
"yeahhh, that's it baby. cmon m' so close..." chris groaned, his hands moving to grip your hips instead. "keep moaning f'me"
with your legs shaking, your arousal coating his dick and dripping down your leg, you kept making the pretty noises he loved to hear. chris bit his lip, brows knitting together in pleasure as he admired the red marks on your ass, and of course, the healed ink on your lower back. that alone made his dick twitch. his thrusts grew sloppier, but they didn't become slower or less hard. the sound of hips snapping forward, skin slapping and your cries of pleasure, he gave you a few more hard thrusts before pullng out of you. your body went limp against the counter, your grip on the cold surface loosening as you tried to catch your breath.
chris gave his dick a few strokes before you felt his warm cum paint your lower back and ass, low moans coming from the man behind you.
still catching your breath, you turned your head around with a frown when you felt his tip rub his cum around your lower back, over your tattoo. "chris, what the fuck are you doin'?"
"moisturizing your tattoo, the fuck's it look like?" he answered your confused question like what he was doing was the most normal thing ever.