My Heart In Your Hands.

Put Your Hands On My Chest Because It Might Get Rough.

Be cautious guys, it's gonna be dirty for a little bit, if you couldn't tell by the name of the chapter. If you don't like that, I'm sorry. This is mostly just supposed to be funny.

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"Kari, what're you doing?" Chris asked, relaxing on the couch as I crawled onto his lap and straddled his legs. I brought my lips to his and kissed him hard. I bit one of his lip rings and pulled slightly, a small growl escaping his lips. It drove me crazy. "Kari."

"Stop talking," I said as I pulled my shirt off. I brought my lips back to his and he picked me up, carrying me up to his room. Slipknot was blasting through the speakers.

It was early evening, and Chris' room was dark compared to the rest of the house. He laid me back on the bed and got on top, not breaking our kiss. I rolled him over slightly so we were both on our side. My hand slid down his bare chest to his jeans as he traced around my bra. I unbottoned them right as we kicked our shoes off.

He did the same thing to my shorts, but before he could pull them off I push my body against his so he was on his back. I stood and he sat up. I slid my shorts off slowly, revealing a black lace thong. He bit his lip and tried to pull me back onto the bed. Instead, I pulled him up and slid his pants off. Within a minute or two, we had gotten each other fully naked and were kissing aggressively.

I pushed him back onto the bed and crawled on top of him slowly. I pushed my lips against his and felt his hands go to my waist.

"I want you," he said softly after he rolled me on my back and started kissing my neck. I wanted him too, in the most unromantic way.

"You have me," I said, I let out a small moan. "Chris."

"I need you," he said, kissing under my jaw.

"How bad do you want me?" I asked, pushing him back over so I was on top. I was gonna win this war.

"So bad," he said, emphasizing the 'so'. I brought my lips back to his and kissed him softly. I was trying my hardest not to bump smaller Chris. I was about to let him in when he sat up quickly. "Will you scream for me?"

I bit my lip as he softly kissed right above one of my breasts. I pushed him back softly and he looked at me. Instead of saying anything, I slid him into me, taking it in as much as possible, a loud moan escaping my mouth. His hands went to my hips and I gently pushed down on his chest and started to slide him in and out fast and hard. I couldn't handle going nice and slow anymore. My body yearned for this.

He wanted it like that, too. I could faintly hear him groan each time I slid down. I, unfortunately, can't be quiet. I could hear myself over Corey Taylor's constant singing and screaming. I had to dig my nails into the comforter around me so I didn't do it to Chris' chest. He knew I needed his back 'cause he brought his chest up against mine. I dug my nails so deep into him I'd be surprised if he wasn't bleeding.

He went straight for my neck, kissing and sucking on it. I felt him grin against my skin and one hand slide to the small of my back. What was he planning?

I found out soon enough. His hand moved up my back to my long, black and red hair. He grabbed a handful and pulled slightly, causing me to scream louder. I felt him grin again and go to my sweet spot. Right as he pulled my hair again, harder this time, he bit down onto my neck. I swear the whole city of Scranton heard me. I was right there, about to go over the edge, and he was too. His back tightened slightly and his groaning became more often.

I could feel myself about to lose it. I went a little harder and started to let out one final cry of his name in pleasure when suddenly a bright light was on me. I looked at the door and saw Kuza standing there.

"Oh shit, fuck, I'm sorry guys, I didn't, umm.." he said frantically then  turned around and walked out, closing the door behind him.

"God damn it Kuza," I heard Chris faintly say against my neck. I giggled slightly. Kuza looked like a little kid who just caught his parents having sex. I tried to get up but Chris stopped me. "Please don't stop now."

"But Kuza's here," I said softly, trying my hardest to ignore that he was still inside me.

"He won't know," he said, starting to kiss my neck again.

"No," I said, trying to pry myself out of his grasp.

"But baby-"

"No," I said, finally getting free. He gave me a sad look. "I'll make it up to you. I promise. You can have as much as you want later."

He tried to hide a small grin. "But I was so close."

"I know, me too," I said and kissed him. I looked down at smaller Chris. I grabbed it with one of my hands and slid my thumb over the head. Chris gasped slightly. "He can come out to play later."

I got dressed and stole another one of Chris' shirts and went downstairs with Kuza. He still looked terrified. It was hilarious.

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Sidebar pic just kinda goes with my life right now. I'm not very good at writting smut like in this chapter so this is the only time I'm doing it. It was horrible, I know.