Pairing: College AU!Chris Beck x Reader 

Word Count: 1300
Warning: Mostly fluff, a bit angst and mentions of sex, but nothing too serious

REQUESTED by @carbonbasedstudies 
Ooh can you do a Chris beck x reader of different kinds of kisses? i.e early morning, goodbye peck, etc? Thx 

A/N: I hope you will enjoy it and it turned to be something you were asking for 🙂

If there is something grammatically very incorrect please let me know! I hope you will like it! Maybe I take some short request from now. 

You were staring at Chirs’
lips for a while, pressing yours together. You didn’t even have to touch them
to know how full and soft they were. Chris was still sleeping next to you,
breathing even, his face calm and relaxed. You lift your hand to caress his
cheeks and slid your fingers into the soft, deep brown hair. He sighed and
moaned before tightening the grip around your waist to pull you even closer.

‘Good morning, sweetheart!’
You whispered before pressing your lips to his forehead. He hummed and smiled,
droving his fingers into your hair and onto the back of your head. He pulled
you down to his lips, kissing you slowly, half asleep. You sighed into his soft
lips, smiling into the kiss. His lips were gently caressing yours, enjoying the
calm, lovely feeling of a lazy Sunday morning. He was happy.

‘How did you sleep, sunshine?’
He mumbled and turned you on your back just to press his lips against yours
once again. You loved kissing him, it was so different every time, and you
could never get enough.

It happened only a year ago
when he kissed you for the first time. You were studying together for long
hours before your last and most difficult exam. When you finally finished it
was almost two in the morning, and you leaned your head on his shoulder to
collect some motivation to walk back to your room. You could feel him kissing
the top of your head, quietly inhaling your scent and moving to your forehead
with his lips. You lift your head to give him more room for his ministrations.
Soon his warm lips were on your cheeks and your hands were in his hair, eyes
closed, lips trembling. There was a short pause before he covered your lips
with his. You parted your lips to greet his. His kiss was careful, a bit
uncertain, but oh, so sweet. The warm lips on yours were intoxicating. You
sighed into the kiss, giving him the permission to slid his tongue into your
mouth. Oh, boy he was good. Biting and licking and kissing your mouth, clashing
his tongue with yours. It made you feel dizzy. You had no idea when did you sit
up on the table and when did he got up and stood between your legs, but now you
couldn’t care less about it.

You decided not to go back to
your room yet, instead you stayed, kissing and talking and cuddling. You weren’t
ready to sleep with him after the first kiss.

However, it didn’t take too
long to be ready and let Chris’ longing, deep kisses clouding your head, swollen
lips pressing hungrily together. It escalated quickly and the kiss got rough, his
teeth biting and sucking on your lips. He moaned between your lips when you
buckled your hips to feel how ready he was.

You loved him being rough,
kissing you with all his need and restrained passion, which sometimes resulted
in colourful bruises on your chest or shoulders, but never on a place where anyone
could see.

After you both come down from
your highs and were cuddling on the messy bed, he gave you the most gentle
kisses you could ever imagine. It was lazy, warm and full with love. His hand
sliding up and down on your back, fingers tracing next to your spine. He was
the most caring, tender lover you have ever had.

At the same time, he was a genuinely
supportive, funny and ridiculously smart boyfriend. You two took some classes
together and during the first few months he never could stop himself from
stealing small, forbidden kisses from your lips during the breaks. Any time you
had a class together he great you with small pecks on the lips, but never with an
actual deep kiss. That would have been too inappropriate and disrespectful towards
the others and the situation.  

He also had a unique way to
express how proud he was. When you won the scholarship to Japan, you were so
excited and enthusiastic about, he told you million times how proud and happy
he was. Later, he wasn’t sure about you actually understand how he really
feels, he just kissed you. It was an excited kiss full of energy and love.
Chris held you close, hand pressed against your back, holding you in a warm embrace.
It was much more expressing than any words he could have said. You knew he was
happy about you, and your new, huge opportunity. But, at the same time he was
aware how hard those three months will be, therefore he held you close in a
tight hug, reassuring you about his love and support.

From that moment the random, deep,
longing kisses become more frequent. Sometimes you found yourselves got lost in
each other’s lips and kisses, on the street, on the subway, at the hallway at
uni, at home, in the dorm, under the shower, everywhere.

When the day come he escorted
you to the airport where he become a lot more tactile than he was ever before.
He was holding your hand even when it seemed impossible. He touched your hair,
your cheeks or the small of your back in every second. When you weren’t talking
he peppered your hair and cheeks with kisses and even when you were talking he
was stealing a little kiss from your lips. It wasn’t because he wanted to
remind you to whom do you belong to. No, it was actually the opposite. He
wanted to remember you. All of you, everything about you. He wanted to reserve these
touches and kisses for the upcoming months. He wanted to remember your kiss,
your taste on his tongue and your fingers in his hair. He tried to reserve all
this for the days when he will terribly miss you and won’t be able to see your
gorgeous smile every day or can’t feel your fragile figure pulled against his
chest.

At the gate, you leaned to his
lips capturing them between yours, kissing him with every love and fear you
had. It was long, graphic and never seemed to come to an end. Every time one of
you slowed down and wanted to pull apart, the other one leaned closer and
deepened the kiss again.

‘I love you! You must go now!
Call me when you arrived! I love you so much!’ He whispered. His steel blue
eyes looked into yours once again, before he turned you by your shoulders to
face the gates. ‘Be safe!’ He kissed the words on the skin of your neck before
he’d disappeared behind you.

The bitter the goodbye was the
sweeter the welcome become. You let your suitcase fall on the ground when you
jumped into your arms. His lips were immediately on yours. You were laughing
between the kisses. His arms were wrapped around you, Chris lifted you from the
ground and you melted into the kiss. It was wild, passionate sometimes only
teeth and tongue. He gently sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, flicking
it with his tongue and soothing the red skin with tender kisses. You bit his
lip, happily moaning when he licked your upper lip and slid his tongue touched
yours. After three months, nothing seemed too much and you couldn’t get enough
of him.

It still hasn’t changed.

Now, a couple of months later,
you were in your new home, just the two of you, laying in your own shared bed and
still, every time he kissed you, you wanted more. Chris was a talented, tender
lover, who made you drunk on his kisses every time he touched your lips with
his.