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Equals - You and Chris have a special type of relationship, and that’s obvious. Face sitting, bondage and all that shit. @calums-betch here ya go ❤️

Black velvet was gorgeous, but god did it get uncomfortable after the first 2 hours. You sat in the board room spinning in the white leather chairs as you picked at the seam of your purse. To your right was Richard with his fist holding up his head, and to your left was Zab with his hoodie over his eyes. If he laid his head down on the table he’d have passed the hell out. You were staring at the way his lip twitched as he teetered on the edge of sleep. You were pulled out if your thoughts when you heard Clara clear her throat.

“Y/N ... you not putting in your input when I ask is one of the reasons that shit like this takes so long girl,” Clara sighed.

You knew that she didn’t have any animosity towards you ... but she was exhausted. You all were.

Clara called a meeting with you, the boys, Ali, and a few other team members to go over new merch ideas. The Honey Boo hoodies were cute or whatever, but when you shared some fan opinions with Clara she knew they needed fresh ideas and bam. Before you knew it you were roped into attending.

The boys really could have cared less and it was apparent by the threat of sleep that graced their faces.

“Robes,” you said. “We could do like ... silk robes? Different lengths and absolutely nothing but maybe like “honey boo” in cursive on the pocket. That way they can appeal to all ages and be appropriate. No pastels either,” you mumbled.

Clara’s eyes lit up as she started writing. “I love that. Maybe different colors and sayings ...” she faded out as your attention dropped to your phone.

Chris.

“You fucking WOULD suggest a robe. You’re practically always naked,” he had typed.

Already irritated and not in the mood for his childish dirty minded bullshit, “If you gave a shit and spoke up I could be home right now and so could you,” you fired back. You’d started hooking up with Chris about two months ago, and you were absolutely the definition of “love/hate”.

He would prank you, and you’d edge him for an hour. He’d force you to make yourself cum in the front seat of his car, and you’d make him wear the tightest jeans possible knowing he had intense choreography in their shows. It worked for y’all.

“If you don’t watch that language I’m going to rip the panties you’re wearing clean off and stuff them in that filthy fucking mouth. Pay attention so we can leave 🙃,” he sent. His blank expression didn’t falter as he nodded at Clara. If she asked him what she just said he’d have to lie because the only thing on his mind was how your nipples would look as that dress fell off of you.

“Jokes on you hun. I’m not wearing panties,” and you took a brief peek at his face. Those widened eyes were worth the punishment you were going to have to go through.

“Ay so its gonna be my dick instead? Bet. If I was you I’d practice holding my breath. Right now. Can’t wait to watch those tears fall down those red cheeks”.

Clara was completely ignored as your mind got to work. It didn’t take much thinking. “I could say the same thing to you. I’m dripping and it’s your fault. You made a mess and when I sit this pussy on your face I don’t wanna hear shit from you papi,” you texted him while crossing your legs. What did you deserve after this long day? To get dicked down so hard you forgot about why it was so long. What did it take to get that? Pissing off Chris.

———————-

You had taken your heels off in the car on the way to his place. Every moment you spent driving there was another minute you had alone with your thoughts. Jittery was the only word to describe you. How bad could it be? He tied your magic wand to your upper thigh and left you there while he played fifa because you flashed him in a crowded club at Erick’s birthday. See, you knew it wasn’t one sided though.

Surely Chris remembered that time that you handcuffed him to the handles of the drawers in the kitchen and licked the tip of his dick and only the tip because he wouldn’t leave you alone to finish the dishes. How could he forget when he strained against the handcuffs so hard he loosened the handles and had to fix them? The game he played took two.

———————-

You didn’t quite remember the fall from the door into his house and up his stairs, but the feeling of cool sheets on your warm back was a stark contrast. You decided that Chris could have his fun first as you neglected to fight back when he restrained you to the bed posts. Those silk ribbons were for his curtains if anyone else asked, but they held your wrists every night.

Chris knew he had it like that so it didn’t matter if your dress was Gucci ... he’d buy you six of them to make up for the fact that he popped the zipper when he pulled it straight down and off of your legs. His eyes held heat as he realized you’d lied about not wearing panties. He quite purposefully held the front of your G string and ripped it on either side to prove a point.

If it was pissed Chris you wanted it was pissed Chris you were getting.

“So what the fuck got into you today? Who were you talking to like that because I know it wasn’t me,” he said nonchalantly as he peeled his shirt off and kicked his joggers to the ground with your ripped thong gripped tight in his right hand. He hovered over you and looked you dead in the eyes, “I know the answer but I wanna hear it. Who made you this wet,” he questioned as he dug his knee into your core.

You had two options here. You could be good and tell papi what he wanted to hear, or you could be bad and get the shit fucked out of you. “Zabdiel,” you spat. “Did you see the way his dick looked in those sweatpants? I know he wasn’t wearing boxers and you never told me it was bigger than yours. I bet he could -“ and you were cut off by your torn panties taking all of the moisture out of your mouth.

Chris shoved them behind your teeth with two fingers as he shook his head. “God if you could just shut up and look pretty for once. Wrong answer baby,” he murmured at the ceiling.

Your face softened as he took those same two fingers and ran them up your slit. The sound of your juices being used as lube while he slowly began to jerk himself off was all that filled the room.

“If you spit those out we’re gonna have a problem,” he drug out that last word as he pinched your pussy lips together. He applied just enough pressure to make you whimper, but not enough to satisfy you. Good. Christopher was usually an impatient ball of energy, but he had time for this. He brought the tip of his dick directly to your aching clit and tapped it against it while meeting your eyes once again. He parted your pussy with his thick cock and lowered himself so he was putting all of his weight on you. He intertwined his fingers behind your head as his puffy lips met your ear. “Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to get angry and take it out on you because, fuck,” he moaned.

You felt that moan in your core.

“You did it because you’re stubborn. You did it because you don’t wanna say ‘put it in my cunt daddy,’ or ‘please eat my pussy’ huh,” he continued grinding his dick against your wet folds as your muffled moans drove him on. “If you wanna get fucked you better say that shit right now. That better be all that comes out of those lips,” he whispered as his shaking fingers pried the fabric from your mouth.

“Please fuck me Chris,” you whispered back as your hips bucked up and pulled a groan from both of you.

He kissed your temple as his hand guided his cock into you.

No words were said (it isn’t like you could talk as he had shoved that thong back in your mouth) as he rocked into you. He pulled out and fucked back into you repeatedly as your sweat mixed with his.

You felt one swift lick up your neck as he whimpered, yes whimpered, into your ear. You couldn’t get over the fact that he was still so fucking needy even when he was in control.

Chris’s hips continued to snap into you as you felt a warmth in your lower body. “Im gonna cum all over you,” he stated darkly. He didn’t ask. He knew you wanted it. He knew you wanted to feel his cum spread across your belly and thighs. It made you his. You were his.

All you could do was bite down on the panties as the sound of him sloppily fucking you into the mattress got louder. You could feel him using your tired body as a fucktoy, and you there was no way you’d rather have it.

“Holy fuck,” was all he could get out as he quickly pulled out of you. He barely made it. His cum came out in ropes all the way up to your tits as he threw his head back and screwed his eyes shut. He knew he was going to cum hard, but that rocked his ass harder than he was prepared for. He would never tell you that, but his loud moans gave it away. “You’re fucking welcome,” he panted as he kissed your forehead and held his hand open for you to spit the thong into. He let your wrists free and peppered them with kisses as he held you against him.

Your plans for him floated through your head as you couldn’t help but float to sleep.

Chris rubbed your back and whispered how well you did as his eyelids fell and sleep washed over him as well.

——————-

It was about midnight now and the nap you shared had lasted about 3 hours. You laid in bed next to Chris and stared at the wall as you slowly inched his arm up even more. You didn’t cum earlier, but that didn’t phase you because the implementation of your plan began an hour ago. The last sixty minutes had been spent slowly moving Chris’s sleeping arms up to either corner of the bed where the ribbons laid. His left wrist was the hardest to tie, but after that was done the right was a breeze.

Chris’s breath hitched as he felt you kiss his neck. “Mmmm. Hello,” he smiled and said in a groggy voice without opening his eyes.

You slowly kissed up his neck as you swung your leg over his torso. “I believe I warned you about making messes and not cleaning them earlier sir,” you whispered against his cheek before kissing it.

The very sudden realization that his wrists were bound hit Chris like a ton of bricks as he vaguely recalled you mentioning that.

“I’ve waited so patiently and it’s only gotten worse so,” you ran a finger across his bottom lip “I guess that mouth better get to work,” you caught his bottom lip between your teeth as his eyes searched yours.

All he could do was slowly nod his head as a response.

You sat up on your knees and slowly placed one on either side of his head as your hands gripped the headboard. Your hips wiggled to adjust your pussy lips over his parted mouth and and a sigh of content escaped as you felt his kiss your wet center.

Chris slowly drug the tip of his tongue up and down your slit to tease you as your thighs attempted to shut around his head. Still sensitive from earlier, he tenderly lapped at your folds while you moaned his name. He wanted nothing more than to pin you down and devour you, but he knew he deserved this. The constant movement of you on top of him, the lack of oxygen that kept him gasping ... he needed this as bad as you did.

“Stick your fucking tongue out and stop teasing. If you can’t do that then i’ll ride you until you’re crying from the overstimulation,” you seethed. You were on a mission. Fuck how Chris felt. This was your orgasm you were chasing, and goddammit you were going to get it. You looked down and saw two brown orbs staring up at you. You couldn’t deny that he looked good with that sweat clinging to his forehead and those lips wrapped around your swollen clit. He finally stuck his tongue out and you tangled one hand in his hair as you started to grind your soaking pussy on his mouth. “How’s it taste baby,” you moaned down to him.

Chris turned his head slightly and all you heard was “so fucking good,” fly from his lips. He could feel his precum pool on his stomach as he continued to eat you out and the feeling of his hard cock bucking against nothing was driving him up a damn wall.

You closed your eyes and bit your lip. You could feel how close you were. Between Chris’s warm tongue deep up in your core and his nose bumping into your clit every now and then you weren’t going to last.

It’s as if your noises gave it away (he wasn’t the only loud one, okay) because he started sucking on your lips like he wasn’t going to taste you ever again.

Your thighs shook around his head as you gripped his hair tighter. No coherent words left your mouth, but a cry ripped through you as you came hard on Chris’s face.

He let you catch your breath before tapping on your thigh as if to say “im still drowning”.

You freed him from the restraints as your trembling body fell next to him.

Chris wiped his hand over his cheeks and chin only to find that your juices coated his face. “I may have cleaned you but,” examining his hand “look what you did bebesita,” he giggled.

You rolled your eyes as you kissed him. “Shower? I can help you with that,” you sat up while playing with his precum.

Chris was right behind you as you headed to the bathroom. “So do we ever stop making messes of each other or ...”

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