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Summary: In which Chris decides you need to be taught a lesson for interrupting him while he's working
Pairing: Brat tamer!Chris x feminine reader
Warnings: HEAVY smut, oral (m receiving), rough dom!Chris, brat!reader, semi public sex (?), grinding, unprotected p in v, spanking, face fucking, orgasm denial, creampie, use of pet names (baby doll, good girl, princess), lots of dirty talk (i think that's all but let me know if i missed anything!)
Word Count: A little over 2k
A/N: Is it hot in here? Are you hot? I mean you are hot but...this one is wow. Enjoy you Chris sluts ;)
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To say you received princess treatment was an understatement. Honestly, you bordered on spoiled, but your boyfriend, Chris, didn't mind that. He loved a woman who was strong in her feminine energy. You had all of the latest clothing trends and accessories, paid for by him of course. You never missed your monthly nail, hair, brow, or lash appointments, because why have princess outfits without a princess face? Anything your heart desired, you got. It didn't matter how much it cost, or where he had to go to get it, Chris would always spoil you with luxurious treasures. Anything that will keep his baby girl, his princess, happy.
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You were sitting in the kitchen, watching as the triplets got ready to film a new video. You couldn't quite recall what the topic was; something to do with food, but you didn't really care. All you knew was that you were severely lacking in attention from Chris. He had been busy with his brothers all morning, which in your little princess mind, was completely and totally unacceptable. He had barely bid you a 'good morning, baby doll' before he was dashing downstairs, getting ready for a day of filming.
You sighed, picking at your pink, acrylic nails. They were definitely due for a fill, and that just pissed you off more. You knew that this was Chris's job, but you were also spoiled, and knew that it wasn't YouTube that made him practically cum before he could even get his pants off every night. You looked up, realizing that you had been slightly, no, fully distracted by your dirty thoughts and that the boys had begun their video.
You flashed a pout at Chris, hoping he would catch your eye, but he didn't. He was too focused on Matt and Nick, who he had grown up with for fuck's sake. You knew you were being a brat, but you couldn't help it. You loved attention from your boyfriend more than anything in the world, even all of the expensive material items. If a look wouldn't get his attention, something louder would.
You looked to your right and saw a glass full of blue Gatorade sitting on the island next to you. Without a second thought, you quickly knocked it over, making it look like an 'accident'. The triplets looked up at the crashing noise, followed by rushing liquid and laughed.
"Y/N's being a hazard, guys." Chris laughed, getting up to clean the spill.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." You said softly, flashing him pouty eyes.
"It's okay, baby. Nothing we can't clean." he smiled, kissing your forehead.
You relished under his touch and fond gaze, but that joy quickly dissipated when Chris swiftly cleaned up the mess and sat back down, continuing the video. You groaned internally, wishing this damn video would be over already. Tears began to sting your ears, and you knew that the brothers would be bound to notice your mini tantrum, but you didn't care at this point. You stared Chris down when he finally caught your eye, mouthing "Do you not love me?". Your boyfriend sighed, shaking his head and going back to acting like his usual self for the camera.
