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੭ call me indigo ꒷꒦ : adult. she/her. writer. ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა
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𖥔 ݁ ˖ ۶ৎ ‧ 𖥔 ₊
ᯓ i didn’t mean
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…in my mind ᯓ
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can you do where innocent!reader wants to have rough sex for the first time and chris is like hesitant and she’s like you won’t hurt me i promise and stuff but he gives in
— chris sturniolo smut ; minors dni
word count — 1.7k
you're sitting on chris's lap, your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms around his neck. you can feel his erection pressing against you, but he keeps pulling back from your kisses, his hands gripping your hips gently. "you're really sure about this?" he asks, fingers pressing harder into your hips as you grind down against his lap.
his brow furrows with concern, his blue eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. "you're still a virgin, baby. i don't want to hurt you." you bite your cheek, rolling your hips slowly against his erection, trying to show him that you're ready. "i'm sure, chris. i trust you. you won't hurt me, i promise." you lean down and kiss him again, your hands moving to his chest, pulling at his shirt.
he groans into your mouth, his resolve crumbling with every roll of your hips. his hands slide down to your ass, squeezing tightly as he helps you grind against him, the friction making you both gasp. "you gotta tell me to stop if it hurts," he mumbles against your lips, his stubble scratching your skin gently. "i'm serious."
"i will," you whisper breathlessly, pressing your forehead against his. you grind down harder, feeling his length twitch beneath his sweatpants. "please, chris. i want you to stop holding back. i want it rough." he lets out a shaky breath, his jaw tightening as he finally gives in, flipping your positions so your back hits the mattress.
"you're asking for a lot, baby," he murmurs, hovering over you, his weight settling between your legs. he cages your head with his arms, his blue eyes dark and intense. he leans down and bites at your neck, harder than usual, his hands quickly stripping you of your clothes, wasting no time.
he reaches into the nightstand to grab a condom and the bottle of lube he keeps stocked. he rolls the condom on with practiced ease before squeezing a generous amount of clear gel onto his fingers, making sure they're dripping wet. "gotta stretch you out first, make sure you can take it."
he starts with one finger, pushing it in slowly as you gasp at the sudden intrusion, your hips bucking off the bed. it burns, your walls clenching tightly around his digits. he curls it, searching for that spot, and you let out a whimper, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "shh, i know, i know," he whispers, pressing soft kisses to your jaw as you feel his thumb brushing against your clit, the dual stimulation making your legs tremble.
he pushes in a second finger, and you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as your walls stretch painfully around him. "breathe, baby. just breathe through it." he adds more lube, working his fingers in and out slowly, giving your clit gentle circles with his thumb. after what feels like forever, your body starts to relax, the pain morphing into something less sharp and more... interesting. "there you go,"
chris continues to finger you for a while, making sure you're good and stretched out before finally replacing his fingers with the tip of his cock. he uses his free hand to keep playing with your clit, knowing that the pleasure will help distract from any pain. "look at me," he commands, his voice rough with desire as he starts to push in slowly. you obey, locking eyes with him as he breaks through your barrier, a sharp cry escaping your lips. he pauses, giving you a moment to adjust before continuing to slide in, inch by inch.
tears spill over onto your cheeks as you feel yourself being split open by his thick length, he leans down to kiss them away, apologizing against your skin while his thumb circles your clit faster. "you're doing so good, baby. so fucking good." once he's buried to the hilt, he starts to move, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in.
the sudden impact makes you cry out again, and he hears your whimpers and sees the tears streaming down your face. his ego swells slightly at your constant "it's too big" murmurs, but he immediately slows down his thrusts, making them gentler and shallower to accommodate you. "shh, i've got you," he whispers, his movements controlled and gentle despite his size.
he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, changing the angle slightly to hit that spot inside you again while keeping his thrusts shallow. "just breathe with me, in and out." you try to do as he says, taking deep breaths as you feel his size moving inside you, stretching you in ways you never thought possible. your hands clutch at the sheets, knuckles turning white as you whimper, "chris, you're too big. it hurts."
hearing his name like that, whimpering and breathless, makes his cock throb inside you. he bites his lip, trying to hold back his own release as he continues to move slowly, his hips rocking back and forth rather than thrusting deeply. "i'm sorry, baby. i know it hurts, but it won't feel good if i stop now," he murmurs soothingly, pressing his forehead against yours. he keeps the rhythm steady, shallow thrusts mixed with constant attention to your clit.
slowly, the burning sensation fades into a heavy, throbbing heat, your whimpers shifting from pain to overwhelmed pleasure. "there she is, doing so good for me," he praises, feeling your walls finally start to flutter around him, gripping his length instead of fighting it. the pain is melting into white-hot pleasure, and you're arching your back, whimpers turning into moans. "see? told you you could take it." he keeps rubbing tight circles on your clit, guiding you through it.
once he sees you're adjusted and actually enjoying it, he starts to pick up the pace. his shallow thrusts become deeper, more powerful as he slams into that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back. one hand remains on your clit, the other grips your hip tightly. "fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his movements becoming more urgent and rough. he starts to pound into you, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. your moans grow louder, more desperate as he hits that perfect spot over and over again. "take it,"
"take it just like that," he groans possessively, his ego inflating at the sight of you taking his size like a champion. he spreads your legs wider, lifting them higher to change the angle so he can bottom out inside you with every thrust.
the new angle makes you cry out, your back arching completely off the mattress as he hammers into your g-spot relentlessly. his hand leaves your clit to wrap around your throat, squeezing gently just to remind you who's in control. "such a good girl, taking this dick so deep," he grunts, sweat dripping down his temple onto your chest. "you like it rough, baby?"
you can barely speak, only nodding frantically as choked moans escape your throat. his grip tightens slightly on your neck, restricting your airflow just enough to make your head spin, intensifying the pleasure. he pistons his hips harder, slamming into you with bruising force. "use your words," he demands darkly, his eyes burning into yours.
he loosens his grip, his hand resting instead on your throat as a possessive weight rather than a restriction. he focuses the roughness entirely on his hips, slamming into you hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall. "answer me," he pants, pounding into that sweet spot relentlessly. "tell me you like it rough."
"y-yes," you gasp out, nails raking down his back. the change of pressure feels so much better—gasping while his cock destroys you. he grins at your response, burying himself to the hilt and grinding against your sensitive spot before pulling back to repeat. "that's what i thought,"
"knew you wanted it," he grunts, his hand releasing your throat to grab both thighs, spreading you wide open as he hammers into you mercilessly. the rough pace makes your tits bounce, and he leans down to lick at your nipples, sucking one into his mouth while he fucks you like an animal. "you're making such pretty noises,"
he shifts his weight onto one arm, using the other to keep your legs pinned back. his hips snap into yours relentlessly—hard, deep strokes that make your whole body jolt with each impact. the mattress creaks violently beneath you.your hands scramble at the sheets as he grinds into your g-spot on the downstroke, your whimpers turning into desperate moans.
he watches you unravel beneath him—the way your mouth falls open, your walls grip him, thighs trembling. his cock throbs and twitches inside you, feeling you clench around him. he doesn't slow down though; if anything, he speeds up, chasing that feeling.
your vision whites out as pleasure erupts from your core, spreading like wildfire through your limbs. you scream his name, back arching off the bed as you cum hard around his dick, walls fluttering and gripping him like a vice. the orgasm hits you like a train, leaving you gasping and shaking. he keeps fucking through it, your juices dripping down his balls.
he pulls out with a pained whimper, his balls drawing up tight as his cock twitches violently. hot spurts of cum paint your stomach in thick ropes, some of it dripping down onto your thighs. he grinds the tip through the mess, adding more until he's completely empty, chest heaving. "fuck,"
he catches his breath, staring down at you with a mix of awe and tenderness. despite the rough fucking he just gave you, his touch turns gentle as he grabs the edge of his shirt to wipe away the mess on your stomach. "look at you," he whispers, voice soft and praise-filled.
"such a good girl taking my cock like that… your first time and you handled it so well," he murmurs, wiping your stomach clean with surprising care. his fingers trace over your sensitive skin gently now, contrasting with the rough handling from moments ago.
"i was so nervous i'd hurt you," he admits, pressing soft kisses along your jaw and neck. "you were so sure though, weren't you? telling me i wouldn't hurt you…" he tucks your messy hair behind your ear, cradling your face. "you were right."
taglist — @sadgirlslush @heartsonlyforchris @pepsipoet @courta13 @sturn-slut @rafedeer @mykinkischris @ariieeesworld @rainyyy-weather @icravechratt ; comment to be added 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋
can you do where innocent!reader wants to have rough sex for the first time and chris is like hesitant and she’s like you won’t hurt me i promise and stuff but he gives in
— chris sturniolo smut ; minors dni
word count — 1.7k
you're sitting on chris's lap, your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms around his neck. you can feel his erection pressing against you, but he keeps pulling back from your kisses, his hands gripping your hips gently. "you're really sure about this?" he asks, fingers pressing harder into your hips as you grind down against his lap.
his brow furrows with concern, his blue eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. "you're still a virgin, baby. i don't want to hurt you." you bite your cheek, rolling your hips slowly against his erection, trying to show him that you're ready. "i'm sure, chris. i trust you. you won't hurt me, i promise." you lean down and kiss him again, your hands moving to his chest, pulling at his shirt.
he groans into your mouth, his resolve crumbling with every roll of your hips. his hands slide down to your ass, squeezing tightly as he helps you grind against him, the friction making you both gasp. "you gotta tell me to stop if it hurts," he mumbles against your lips, his stubble scratching your skin gently. "i'm serious."
"i will," you whisper breathlessly, pressing your forehead against his. you grind down harder, feeling his length twitch beneath his sweatpants. "please, chris. i want you to stop holding back. i want it rough." he lets out a shaky breath, his jaw tightening as he finally gives in, flipping your positions so your back hits the mattress.
"you're asking for a lot, baby," he murmurs, hovering over you, his weight settling between your legs. he cages your head with his arms, his blue eyes dark and intense. he leans down and bites at your neck, harder than usual, his hands quickly stripping you of your clothes, wasting no time.
he reaches into the nightstand to grab a condom and the bottle of lube he keeps stocked. he rolls the condom on with practiced ease before squeezing a generous amount of clear gel onto his fingers, making sure they're dripping wet. "gotta stretch you out first, make sure you can take it."
he starts with one finger, pushing it in slowly as you gasp at the sudden intrusion, your hips bucking off the bed. it burns, your walls clenching tightly around his digits. he curls it, searching for that spot, and you let out a whimper, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "shh, i know, i know," he whispers, pressing soft kisses to your jaw as you feel his thumb brushing against your clit, the dual stimulation making your legs tremble.
he pushes in a second finger, and you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as your walls stretch painfully around him. "breathe, baby. just breathe through it." he adds more lube, working his fingers in and out slowly, giving your clit gentle circles with his thumb. after what feels like forever, your body starts to relax, the pain morphing into something less sharp and more... interesting. "there you go,"
chris continues to finger you for a while, making sure you're good and stretched out before finally replacing his fingers with the tip of his cock. he uses his free hand to keep playing with your clit, knowing that the pleasure will help distract from any pain. "look at me," he commands, his voice rough with desire as he starts to push in slowly. you obey, locking eyes with him as he breaks through your barrier, a sharp cry escaping your lips. he pauses, giving you a moment to adjust before continuing to slide in, inch by inch.
tears spill over onto your cheeks as you feel yourself being split open by his thick length, he leans down to kiss them away, apologizing against your skin while his thumb circles your clit faster. "you're doing so good, baby. so fucking good." once he's buried to the hilt, he starts to move, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in.
the sudden impact makes you cry out again, and he hears your whimpers and sees the tears streaming down your face. his ego swells slightly at your constant "it's too big" murmurs, but he immediately slows down his thrusts, making them gentler and shallower to accommodate you. "shh, i've got you," he whispers, his movements controlled and gentle despite his size.
he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, changing the angle slightly to hit that spot inside you again while keeping his thrusts shallow. "just breathe with me, in and out." you try to do as he says, taking deep breaths as you feel his size moving inside you, stretching you in ways you never thought possible. your hands clutch at the sheets, knuckles turning white as you whimper, "chris, you're too big. it hurts."
hearing his name like that, whimpering and breathless, makes his cock throb inside you. he bites his lip, trying to hold back his own release as he continues to move slowly, his hips rocking back and forth rather than thrusting deeply. "i'm sorry, baby. i know it hurts, but it won't feel good if i stop now," he murmurs soothingly, pressing his forehead against yours. he keeps the rhythm steady, shallow thrusts mixed with constant attention to your clit.
slowly, the burning sensation fades into a heavy, throbbing heat, your whimpers shifting from pain to overwhelmed pleasure. "there she is, doing so good for me," he praises, feeling your walls finally start to flutter around him, gripping his length instead of fighting it. the pain is melting into white-hot pleasure, and you're arching your back, whimpers turning into moans. "see? told you you could take it." he keeps rubbing tight circles on your clit, guiding you through it.
once he sees you're adjusted and actually enjoying it, he starts to pick up the pace. his shallow thrusts become deeper, more powerful as he slams into that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back. one hand remains on your clit, the other grips your hip tightly. "fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his movements becoming more urgent and rough. he starts to pound into you, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. your moans grow louder, more desperate as he hits that perfect spot over and over again. "take it,"
"take it just like that," he groans possessively, his ego inflating at the sight of you taking his size like a champion. he spreads your legs wider, lifting them higher to change the angle so he can bottom out inside you with every thrust.
the new angle makes you cry out, your back arching completely off the mattress as he hammers into your g-spot relentlessly. his hand leaves your clit to wrap around your throat, squeezing gently just to remind you who's in control. "such a good girl, taking this dick so deep," he grunts, sweat dripping down his temple onto your chest. "you like it rough, baby?"
you can barely speak, only nodding frantically as choked moans escape your throat. his grip tightens slightly on your neck, restricting your airflow just enough to make your head spin, intensifying the pleasure. he pistons his hips harder, slamming into you with bruising force. "use your words," he demands darkly, his eyes burning into yours.
he loosens his grip, his hand resting instead on your throat as a possessive weight rather than a restriction. he focuses the roughness entirely on his hips, slamming into you hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall. "answer me," he pants, pounding into that sweet spot relentlessly. "tell me you like it rough."
"y-yes," you gasp out, nails raking down his back. the change of pressure feels so much better—gasping while his cock destroys you. he grins at your response, burying himself to the hilt and grinding against your sensitive spot before pulling back to repeat. "that's what i thought,"
"knew you wanted it," he grunts, his hand releasing your throat to grab both thighs, spreading you wide open as he hammers into you mercilessly. the rough pace makes your tits bounce, and he leans down to lick at your nipples, sucking one into his mouth while he fucks you like an animal. "you're making such pretty noises,"
he shifts his weight onto one arm, using the other to keep your legs pinned back. his hips snap into yours relentlessly—hard, deep strokes that make your whole body jolt with each impact. the mattress creaks violently beneath you.your hands scramble at the sheets as he grinds into your g-spot on the downstroke, your whimpers turning into desperate moans.
he watches you unravel beneath him—the way your mouth falls open, your walls grip him, thighs trembling. his cock throbs and twitches inside you, feeling you clench around him. he doesn't slow down though; if anything, he speeds up, chasing that feeling.
your vision whites out as pleasure erupts from your core, spreading like wildfire through your limbs. you scream his name, back arching off the bed as you cum hard around his dick, walls fluttering and gripping him like a vice. the orgasm hits you like a train, leaving you gasping and shaking. he keeps fucking through it, your juices dripping down his balls.
he pulls out with a pained whimper, his balls drawing up tight as his cock twitches violently. hot spurts of cum paint your stomach in thick ropes, some of it dripping down onto your thighs. he grinds the tip through the mess, adding more until he's completely empty, chest heaving. "fuck,"
he catches his breath, staring down at you with a mix of awe and tenderness. despite the rough fucking he just gave you, his touch turns gentle as he grabs the edge of his shirt to wipe away the mess on your stomach. "look at you," he whispers, voice soft and praise-filled.
"such a good girl taking my cock like that… your first time and you handled it so well," he murmurs, wiping your stomach clean with surprising care. his fingers trace over your sensitive skin gently now, contrasting with the rough handling from moments ago.
"i was so nervous i'd hurt you," he admits, pressing soft kisses along your jaw and neck. "you were so sure though, weren't you? telling me i wouldn't hurt you…" he tucks your messy hair behind your ear, cradling your face. "you were right."
taglist — @sadgirlslush @heartsonlyforchris @pepsipoet @courta13 @sturn-slut @rafedeer @mykinkischris @ariieeesworld @rainyyy-weather @icravechratt ; comment to be added 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋
can you do where innocent!reader wants to have rough sex for the first time and chris is like hesitant and she’s like you won’t hurt me i promise and stuff but he gives in
— chris sturniolo smut ; minors dni
word count — 1.7k
you're sitting on chris's lap, your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms around his neck. you can feel his erection pressing against you, but he keeps pulling back from your kisses, his hands gripping your hips gently. "you're really sure about this?" he asks, fingers pressing harder into your hips as you grind down against his lap.
his brow furrows with concern, his blue eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. "you're still a virgin, baby. i don't want to hurt you." you bite your cheek, rolling your hips slowly against his erection, trying to show him that you're ready. "i'm sure, chris. i trust you. you won't hurt me, i promise." you lean down and kiss him again, your hands moving to his chest, pulling at his shirt.
he groans into your mouth, his resolve crumbling with every roll of your hips. his hands slide down to your ass, squeezing tightly as he helps you grind against him, the friction making you both gasp. "you gotta tell me to stop if it hurts," he mumbles against your lips, his stubble scratching your skin gently. "i'm serious."
"i will," you whisper breathlessly, pressing your forehead against his. you grind down harder, feeling his length twitch beneath his sweatpants. "please, chris. i want you to stop holding back. i want it rough." he lets out a shaky breath, his jaw tightening as he finally gives in, flipping your positions so your back hits the mattress.
"you're asking for a lot, baby," he murmurs, hovering over you, his weight settling between your legs. he cages your head with his arms, his blue eyes dark and intense. he leans down and bites at your neck, harder than usual, his hands quickly stripping you of your clothes, wasting no time.
he reaches into the nightstand to grab a condom and the bottle of lube he keeps stocked. he rolls the condom on with practiced ease before squeezing a generous amount of clear gel onto his fingers, making sure they're dripping wet. "gotta stretch you out first, make sure you can take it."
he starts with one finger, pushing it in slowly as you gasp at the sudden intrusion, your hips bucking off the bed. it burns, your walls clenching tightly around his digits. he curls it, searching for that spot, and you let out a whimper, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "shh, i know, i know," he whispers, pressing soft kisses to your jaw as you feel his thumb brushing against your clit, the dual stimulation making your legs tremble.
he pushes in a second finger, and you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as your walls stretch painfully around him. "breathe, baby. just breathe through it." he adds more lube, working his fingers in and out slowly, giving your clit gentle circles with his thumb. after what feels like forever, your body starts to relax, the pain morphing into something less sharp and more... interesting. "there you go,"
chris continues to finger you for a while, making sure you're good and stretched out before finally replacing his fingers with the tip of his cock. he uses his free hand to keep playing with your clit, knowing that the pleasure will help distract from any pain. "look at me," he commands, his voice rough with desire as he starts to push in slowly. you obey, locking eyes with him as he breaks through your barrier, a sharp cry escaping your lips. he pauses, giving you a moment to adjust before continuing to slide in, inch by inch.
tears spill over onto your cheeks as you feel yourself being split open by his thick length, he leans down to kiss them away, apologizing against your skin while his thumb circles your clit faster. "you're doing so good, baby. so fucking good." once he's buried to the hilt, he starts to move, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in.
the sudden impact makes you cry out again, and he hears your whimpers and sees the tears streaming down your face. his ego swells slightly at your constant "it's too big" murmurs, but he immediately slows down his thrusts, making them gentler and shallower to accommodate you. "shh, i've got you," he whispers, his movements controlled and gentle despite his size.
he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, changing the angle slightly to hit that spot inside you again while keeping his thrusts shallow. "just breathe with me, in and out." you try to do as he says, taking deep breaths as you feel his size moving inside you, stretching you in ways you never thought possible. your hands clutch at the sheets, knuckles turning white as you whimper, "chris, you're too big. it hurts."
hearing his name like that, whimpering and breathless, makes his cock throb inside you. he bites his lip, trying to hold back his own release as he continues to move slowly, his hips rocking back and forth rather than thrusting deeply. "i'm sorry, baby. i know it hurts, but it won't feel good if i stop now," he murmurs soothingly, pressing his forehead against yours. he keeps the rhythm steady, shallow thrusts mixed with constant attention to your clit.
slowly, the burning sensation fades into a heavy, throbbing heat, your whimpers shifting from pain to overwhelmed pleasure. "there she is, doing so good for me," he praises, feeling your walls finally start to flutter around him, gripping his length instead of fighting it. the pain is melting into white-hot pleasure, and you're arching your back, whimpers turning into moans. "see? told you you could take it." he keeps rubbing tight circles on your clit, guiding you through it.
once he sees you're adjusted and actually enjoying it, he starts to pick up the pace. his shallow thrusts become deeper, more powerful as he slams into that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back. one hand remains on your clit, the other grips your hip tightly. "fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his movements becoming more urgent and rough. he starts to pound into you, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. your moans grow louder, more desperate as he hits that perfect spot over and over again. "take it,"
"take it just like that," he groans possessively, his ego inflating at the sight of you taking his size like a champion. he spreads your legs wider, lifting them higher to change the angle so he can bottom out inside you with every thrust.
the new angle makes you cry out, your back arching completely off the mattress as he hammers into your g-spot relentlessly. his hand leaves your clit to wrap around your throat, squeezing gently just to remind you who's in control. "such a good girl, taking this dick so deep," he grunts, sweat dripping down his temple onto your chest. "you like it rough, baby?"
you can barely speak, only nodding frantically as choked moans escape your throat. his grip tightens slightly on your neck, restricting your airflow just enough to make your head spin, intensifying the pleasure. he pistons his hips harder, slamming into you with bruising force. "use your words," he demands darkly, his eyes burning into yours.
he loosens his grip, his hand resting instead on your throat as a possessive weight rather than a restriction. he focuses the roughness entirely on his hips, slamming into you hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall. "answer me," he pants, pounding into that sweet spot relentlessly. "tell me you like it rough."
"y-yes," you gasp out, nails raking down his back. the change of pressure feels so much better—gasping while his cock destroys you. he grins at your response, burying himself to the hilt and grinding against your sensitive spot before pulling back to repeat. "that's what i thought,"
"knew you wanted it," he grunts, his hand releasing your throat to grab both thighs, spreading you wide open as he hammers into you mercilessly. the rough pace makes your tits bounce, and he leans down to lick at your nipples, sucking one into his mouth while he fucks you like an animal. "you're making such pretty noises,"
he shifts his weight onto one arm, using the other to keep your legs pinned back. his hips snap into yours relentlessly—hard, deep strokes that make your whole body jolt with each impact. the mattress creaks violently beneath you.your hands scramble at the sheets as he grinds into your g-spot on the downstroke, your whimpers turning into desperate moans.
he watches you unravel beneath him—the way your mouth falls open, your walls grip him, thighs trembling. his cock throbs and twitches inside you, feeling you clench around him. he doesn't slow down though; if anything, he speeds up, chasing that feeling.
your vision whites out as pleasure erupts from your core, spreading like wildfire through your limbs. you scream his name, back arching off the bed as you cum hard around his dick, walls fluttering and gripping him like a vice. the orgasm hits you like a train, leaving you gasping and shaking. he keeps fucking through it, your juices dripping down his balls.
he pulls out with a pained whimper, his balls drawing up tight as his cock twitches violently. hot spurts of cum paint your stomach in thick ropes, some of it dripping down onto your thighs. he grinds the tip through the mess, adding more until he's completely empty, chest heaving. "fuck,"
he catches his breath, staring down at you with a mix of awe and tenderness. despite the rough fucking he just gave you, his touch turns gentle as he grabs the edge of his shirt to wipe away the mess on your stomach. "look at you," he whispers, voice soft and praise-filled.
"such a good girl taking my cock like that… your first time and you handled it so well," he murmurs, wiping your stomach clean with surprising care. his fingers trace over your sensitive skin gently now, contrasting with the rough handling from moments ago.
"i was so nervous i'd hurt you," he admits, pressing soft kisses along your jaw and neck. "you were so sure though, weren't you? telling me i wouldn't hurt you…" he tucks your messy hair behind your ear, cradling your face. "you were right."
taglist — @sadgirlslush @heartsonlyforchris @pepsipoet @courta13 @sturn-slut @rafedeer @mykinkischris @ariieeesworld @rainyyy-weather @icravechratt ; comment to be added 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋
can you do where innocent!reader wants to have rough sex for the first time and chris is like hesitant and she’s like you won’t hurt me i promise and stuff but he gives in
— chris sturniolo smut ; minors dni
word count — 1.7k
you're sitting on chris's lap, your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms around his neck. you can feel his erection pressing against you, but he keeps pulling back from your kisses, his hands gripping your hips gently. "you're really sure about this?" he asks, fingers pressing harder into your hips as you grind down against his lap.
his brow furrows with concern, his blue eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. "you're still a virgin, baby. i don't want to hurt you." you bite your cheek, rolling your hips slowly against his erection, trying to show him that you're ready. "i'm sure, chris. i trust you. you won't hurt me, i promise." you lean down and kiss him again, your hands moving to his chest, pulling at his shirt.
he groans into your mouth, his resolve crumbling with every roll of your hips. his hands slide down to your ass, squeezing tightly as he helps you grind against him, the friction making you both gasp. "you gotta tell me to stop if it hurts," he mumbles against your lips, his stubble scratching your skin gently. "i'm serious."
"i will," you whisper breathlessly, pressing your forehead against his. you grind down harder, feeling his length twitch beneath his sweatpants. "please, chris. i want you to stop holding back. i want it rough." he lets out a shaky breath, his jaw tightening as he finally gives in, flipping your positions so your back hits the mattress.
"you're asking for a lot, baby," he murmurs, hovering over you, his weight settling between your legs. he cages your head with his arms, his blue eyes dark and intense. he leans down and bites at your neck, harder than usual, his hands quickly stripping you of your clothes, wasting no time.
he reaches into the nightstand to grab a condom and the bottle of lube he keeps stocked. he rolls the condom on with practiced ease before squeezing a generous amount of clear gel onto his fingers, making sure they're dripping wet. "gotta stretch you out first, make sure you can take it."
he starts with one finger, pushing it in slowly as you gasp at the sudden intrusion, your hips bucking off the bed. it burns, your walls clenching tightly around his digits. he curls it, searching for that spot, and you let out a whimper, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "shh, i know, i know," he whispers, pressing soft kisses to your jaw as you feel his thumb brushing against your clit, the dual stimulation making your legs tremble.
he pushes in a second finger, and you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as your walls stretch painfully around him. "breathe, baby. just breathe through it." he adds more lube, working his fingers in and out slowly, giving your clit gentle circles with his thumb. after what feels like forever, your body starts to relax, the pain morphing into something less sharp and more... interesting. "there you go,"
chris continues to finger you for a while, making sure you're good and stretched out before finally replacing his fingers with the tip of his cock. he uses his free hand to keep playing with your clit, knowing that the pleasure will help distract from any pain. "look at me," he commands, his voice rough with desire as he starts to push in slowly. you obey, locking eyes with him as he breaks through your barrier, a sharp cry escaping your lips. he pauses, giving you a moment to adjust before continuing to slide in, inch by inch.
tears spill over onto your cheeks as you feel yourself being split open by his thick length, he leans down to kiss them away, apologizing against your skin while his thumb circles your clit faster. "you're doing so good, baby. so fucking good." once he's buried to the hilt, he starts to move, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in.
the sudden impact makes you cry out again, and he hears your whimpers and sees the tears streaming down your face. his ego swells slightly at your constant "it's too big" murmurs, but he immediately slows down his thrusts, making them gentler and shallower to accommodate you. "shh, i've got you," he whispers, his movements controlled and gentle despite his size.
he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, changing the angle slightly to hit that spot inside you again while keeping his thrusts shallow. "just breathe with me, in and out." you try to do as he says, taking deep breaths as you feel his size moving inside you, stretching you in ways you never thought possible. your hands clutch at the sheets, knuckles turning white as you whimper, "chris, you're too big. it hurts."
hearing his name like that, whimpering and breathless, makes his cock throb inside you. he bites his lip, trying to hold back his own release as he continues to move slowly, his hips rocking back and forth rather than thrusting deeply. "i'm sorry, baby. i know it hurts, but it won't feel good if i stop now," he murmurs soothingly, pressing his forehead against yours. he keeps the rhythm steady, shallow thrusts mixed with constant attention to your clit.
slowly, the burning sensation fades into a heavy, throbbing heat, your whimpers shifting from pain to overwhelmed pleasure. "there she is, doing so good for me," he praises, feeling your walls finally start to flutter around him, gripping his length instead of fighting it. the pain is melting into white-hot pleasure, and you're arching your back, whimpers turning into moans. "see? told you you could take it." he keeps rubbing tight circles on your clit, guiding you through it.
once he sees you're adjusted and actually enjoying it, he starts to pick up the pace. his shallow thrusts become deeper, more powerful as he slams into that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back. one hand remains on your clit, the other grips your hip tightly. "fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his movements becoming more urgent and rough. he starts to pound into you, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. your moans grow louder, more desperate as he hits that perfect spot over and over again. "take it,"
"take it just like that," he groans possessively, his ego inflating at the sight of you taking his size like a champion. he spreads your legs wider, lifting them higher to change the angle so he can bottom out inside you with every thrust.
the new angle makes you cry out, your back arching completely off the mattress as he hammers into your g-spot relentlessly. his hand leaves your clit to wrap around your throat, squeezing gently just to remind you who's in control. "such a good girl, taking this dick so deep," he grunts, sweat dripping down his temple onto your chest. "you like it rough, baby?"
you can barely speak, only nodding frantically as choked moans escape your throat. his grip tightens slightly on your neck, restricting your airflow just enough to make your head spin, intensifying the pleasure. he pistons his hips harder, slamming into you with bruising force. "use your words," he demands darkly, his eyes burning into yours.
he loosens his grip, his hand resting instead on your throat as a possessive weight rather than a restriction. he focuses the roughness entirely on his hips, slamming into you hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall. "answer me," he pants, pounding into that sweet spot relentlessly. "tell me you like it rough."
"y-yes," you gasp out, nails raking down his back. the change of pressure feels so much better—gasping while his cock destroys you. he grins at your response, burying himself to the hilt and grinding against your sensitive spot before pulling back to repeat. "that's what i thought,"
"knew you wanted it," he grunts, his hand releasing your throat to grab both thighs, spreading you wide open as he hammers into you mercilessly. the rough pace makes your tits bounce, and he leans down to lick at your nipples, sucking one into his mouth while he fucks you like an animal. "you're making such pretty noises,"
he shifts his weight onto one arm, using the other to keep your legs pinned back. his hips snap into yours relentlessly—hard, deep strokes that make your whole body jolt with each impact. the mattress creaks violently beneath you.your hands scramble at the sheets as he grinds into your g-spot on the downstroke, your whimpers turning into desperate moans.
he watches you unravel beneath him—the way your mouth falls open, your walls grip him, thighs trembling. his cock throbs and twitches inside you, feeling you clench around him. he doesn't slow down though; if anything, he speeds up, chasing that feeling.
your vision whites out as pleasure erupts from your core, spreading like wildfire through your limbs. you scream his name, back arching off the bed as you cum hard around his dick, walls fluttering and gripping him like a vice. the orgasm hits you like a train, leaving you gasping and shaking. he keeps fucking through it, your juices dripping down his balls.
he pulls out with a pained whimper, his balls drawing up tight as his cock twitches violently. hot spurts of cum paint your stomach in thick ropes, some of it dripping down onto your thighs. he grinds the tip through the mess, adding more until he's completely empty, chest heaving. "fuck,"
he catches his breath, staring down at you with a mix of awe and tenderness. despite the rough fucking he just gave you, his touch turns gentle as he grabs the edge of his shirt to wipe away the mess on your stomach. "look at you," he whispers, voice soft and praise-filled.
"such a good girl taking my cock like that… your first time and you handled it so well," he murmurs, wiping your stomach clean with surprising care. his fingers trace over your sensitive skin gently now, contrasting with the rough handling from moments ago.
"i was so nervous i'd hurt you," he admits, pressing soft kisses along your jaw and neck. "you were so sure though, weren't you? telling me i wouldn't hurt you…" he tucks your messy hair behind your ear, cradling your face. "you were right."
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girlhood is making matt sturniolo in the sims 4 & downloading wicked whims because you can never get that dih irl
idk if you take requests but can you do where reader is ignoring chris all day for no particular reason like all of his calls, texts, whenever he tries to talk to her. and whenever chris has enough of her shit they have really rough sex?
— chris sturniolo smut ; minors dni
synopsis — you've been distant with your boyfriend all day. once night falls, he returns home and notices your cold shoulder. climbing into bed with you and demanding answers and attention, his touch firm and unyielding as he seeks to break through your walls.
word count — 1.2k
(TRIGGER WARNING: there is mentions of chris getting physical with reader, please be aware and note i do not support abuse and this is not written with any ill intent. this is simply very kinky and both parties consent.)
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