chris’ movements were ruthless. his hands gripped at your thighs and hips with a need that could only be found in primal animals. the lower half of your body basically hung off the edge of the bed, chris on his knees working like a mad man.
his mouth showed no mercy, he didn’t even think about stopping when you started to kick and push him away. your little squeals and pleas for mercy only made him want to continue. chris only pulled you in closer towards him, not wasting any time in getting you closer toward that edge.
“quit kickin’ baby.” chris mumbled into your soaked cunt through little kisses and bites. his two middle fingers plunging into you as a replacement for his mouth being absent for a split second. though within seconds his mouth was back on you. back to driving you absolutely insane.
this would keep up for a good twenty minutes. mewls of pleasure and the lewd sounds of chris’ tongue lapping at your soaked pussy. chris was going to make sure he did his job correctly and efficiently.
some texts between reader and dennis in the hot shot universe but you don't need to have read those!! just know that reader is a respiratory therapist <3 these were mostly taken from/heavily inspired by pinterest lol but a few of them are just from my mind!
<3 no taglist on the smaus like usual just for fun!!
SUMMARY -> chris acts all tough until your tits are out
CONTAINS -> sexual content, nsfw, switch!chris and switch!reader, begging, bdsm, etc.
NOTES -> first smut fic EVER! don’t laugh please
you were laid in chris’ bed, scrolling on your phone. chris had been out with his brothers, and he could not wait to get home.
as soon as he walked in, he pounced on you, causing your phone to slide off the bed and fall to the floor. before you knew it, he was kissing you, and your hands slid to his hair.
he grabbed your wrists and pinned them down to the mattress beside your head, leaving you completely helpless.
he kissed down your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. when he sat back up straight to take off his shirt, you took the opportunity to begin sliding yours up, but chris caught your hands before you were done, only leaving your tits out.
you watched as his pupils dilated, eyes full of need as he stared at your chest. you laughed, “eyes up here, baby.”
“yeah, yeah… i… please.” he suddenly begged. you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, the pure yearn in his voice and the lust in his eyes catching you of guard.
“i’m not a mind-reader, specify what you want.” you said back.
“please… let me touch them. please.”
you laughed at him, head falling back a bit. “where’d all your confidence go, baby?” you murmured back, winking. you flipped both of you over to end up straddling his hips.
your tits were still on display, and he began reaching for them. you grabbed his hands and pushed them near the headboard, unbuckling your belt.
you tied it around his wrists and watched as he struggled against it. “no! no, please!” he begged, inner corners of his eyebrows rising up.
“nuh-uh, chris, you can’t touch.”
you untied his jeans and pulled them down, tutting as his hips bucked into the air. you slowly stripped, starting with your shirt and shorts, leaving you only in your lacey thong. chris was on th verge of tears, almost whimpering in desperation.
you gently stroked his bulge before letting his cock spring free, you lined your entrance up and very slowly sunk down, almost torturing the poor boy.
you slid up and down his length, feeling every ridge on it, every vein. you watched as his eyes fluttered closed, and as he struggled with the restraints, wanting so badly to grab you.
he kept mostly quiet while sounds poured out of your mouth, each bounce giving a sharp ending to your moans.
you moved faster the closer you got, soon placing your hands on chris’ chest for the extra boost, who was now meeting your bounces with thrusts of his own.
“mm– ah– i… i’m so close.. i’m so–“ he began mumbling incoherently, his cock twitching inside your walls.
but you slowed down, eventually to a full stop. and he simply exhaled loudly, very frustrated at you. he’d accept it the first time, but by the third he was on the point of losing his mind.
“please! please!” he begged when he felt you slow down once more as he neared his orgasm. “please, mommy. please, i’ll be a good boy, i swear! i’ll be such a good boy!” he sobbed, catching you by surprise.
“yeah? you’ll be a good boy for mommy?” you said in between moans, moving even faster when he nodded enthusiastically. “then cum. cum for mommy, you slut.”
a loud, pornographic whimper left his throat as he came, followed by more short sounds as you kept bouncing, each bounce followed by a noise.
you soon reached your own climax, riding out your high slowly. you stayed on top of him with his dick inside you for a long time, before you very slowly lifted yourself up, thighs twitching from the overstimulation of it.
you collapsed next to chris, and simply stared at him. “what?” he muttered, drained.
you smirked, “mommy?” chris’ hands when to his face, groaning in embarrassment. “stop!”
you simply laughed, learning you had a new kink and he would never live it down.
Nick and Noah are basically on their 17th hard launch and people are still in the comments saying “they haven’t confirmed anything, they could just be friends” 💀 Meanwhile they start shipping Matt and Chris with any random woman they’re seen with or even people they just follow on instagram??????? Like they should be allowed to kill 1 person per day fr lol I could never live that life 😅
I can’t stress enough how obsessed I am his BEEFY ARMS and the FARMERS TAN and those NECK WRINKLES and the FRECKLES omg what if I just took a chomp out of those BICEPS what then
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