Cara🎀🧸

She/her 🎀 19

[luckieangel]

sucking his cock after a night out; after you have had one too many drinks and your cheeks are hot, the giggles that leave your lips are involuntary and your hands have a mind of their own as they go to unzip his jeans.

“you’ll let me, right?” you ask, breathless, both of your nimble hands stroking his cock up and down, your eyes latched to his. “pretty please?”

and how could he say no to his most precious girl?

[luckieangel]

giving him head and looking up at him with big, soft eyes and he throws his head back in pleasure but also because he’ll cum right then and there if he stares at you for too long

[luckieangel]

trailing kisses from his base to tip :( gently sucking his head as you look up at him, your eyes full of love, before you begin to take him into your mouth

[gothbachira]

getting kissed so deeply and passionately while they pump their fingers in n out of you

[bxredbunny]

i love when a guy lets me know he jerks off to me. like yes tell me how hard i get you

[justbetweenusdaddy]

call me greedy but i need to watch

[traddykes]

“now where do you think you’re going?” and getting pulled back by the hips when you start backing up from it bc it’s too big and you’re stuffed so full you can barely breathe and your legs shake as they push in even deeper

[lvmimis]

when they smack your ass suddenly, then rub it as you gasp, and adorn it with a soft kiss to ease the sting…

[starrsturns]

⟡ ݁₊ ᥫ᭡ #bringbackdryhumping

⤷ where you and chris get needy while smoking

fwb!chris, smut, sexual content, dry humping/grinding, no actual sex, smoking, usage of weed, kissing/making out, shotgunning, pet names, cumming in pants, swearing, kinda sub-ish chris? (not proofread)

smoke drifts lazily between you and chris, encasing you in a metaphorical and literal hazy cloud. your thighs rest either side of his hips, bracketing them.

you take hit of the blunt you’ve been passing back and forth for the past ten minutes before connecting your lips to chris’s in a high, sensual kiss, exhaling the smoke into his mouth.

“mmfph—fuck.” he groans against your mouth when you nip at his bottom lip, playfully tugging it.

you break the kiss to trail wet, sloppy kisses down his jaw and onto his neck, sucking on the skin, making sure to leave a mark.

“shiit angel, fuckin’ possessive today huh?” his voice comes out in a low rasp, indicating how turned on he is. although you don’t need any other signals when you can clearly feel his growing bulge against pressing up against you through your jeans.

your lips leave his neck and return to his own—as he takes another drag of the blunt, and this time exhales into into your mouth with a soft, pleasured sound.

your hands slide from the back of his neck to thread through his hair, tugging lightly to provoke a reaction from him. you’re pleased when he lets out a stifled sharp intake of breath, clearly enjoying your manicured nails scratching his scalp and tangling in his dark curls.

the kiss becomes more heated, and soon you two are lost in the moment. the blunt lays forgotten on his bedside table, having already done its job. his dick twitches beneath you, causing your hips to roll forward on instinct.

the friction of his jeans through your thin cotton shorts is perfect, dragging just right. so you do it again, this time with more purpose. he groans into your mouth, hands trailing down your sides to grip your hips, grinding you down on him. you form a slow, sensual rhythm, stimulating you both as your lips locking continue to be the only noise in his dim, weed-smelling room.

chris swears under his breath as his dick jumps from beneath the denim. “shi—shit,” he says breathily. his hips buck to meet yours, creating a more intense feeling that makes you gasp when the seam of his jeans catches on your clothed clit.

“fuck, keep doin’ that.” he pants into your mouth, grinding his hips up so you two are moving in tandem now, synchronised in your pleasure.

you begin to feel your release coiling low in your belly almost embarrassingly fast. maybe it’s the weed in your system, but everything feels heightened, hypersensitive.

you can tell chris is close too, by the way his low groans have shifted into soft, muffled whimpers and shaky breaths.

your movements become slightly more desperate as you grind and rut your hips against his clothed dick, chasing the delicious friction.

you’re sure your panties must be soaked through from how worked up you are—something that chris’ll definitely tease you about later.

the pleasure mounts and you cum with a soft cry, burying your face in his shoulder as chris cums too, his hips lifting and pressing into yours to rub his cock against you through his orgasm.

the air stills, and the only noises left in chris’s bedroom are your shared shallow pants.

“shit.” you look down at the mess between you, seeing that you’ve soaked his jeans. “sorry.” you say, slightly amused.

“all that from just grindin’ on my dick?” chris teases, nipping at your jaw playfully. “oh fuck off.” you prod him, rolling your eyes.

“you’re acting like you didn’t just cum in your pants.”

💌 freya yaps . . . #needthat #wantthat #cravethat

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[luvs4matt]

ᰔᩚ ꒰ 𝓐𝑢𝑠 ꒱ྀི 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 ⟡.

sturniolo triplets . . . 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖

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if you take inspiration from any of my versions of aus, or use any of my original aus, please ask me first and give credit !!🤍

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𝜗𝜚 — smut/suggestive ౨ৎ — fluff ୨୧ — angst ✧ — other

࿐ 𝒯oxic&mean ！chris . . . x fwb!reader

𝓂oodboards ៸៸ 𝓅rompts ៸៸ 𝑒xtras ៸៸ 𝑒verything

࿐ 𝒫erv ！chris . . . x brothersgf!reader

𝓂oodboards ៸៸ 𝓅rompts ៸៸ 𝑒xtras ៸៸ 𝑒verything

࿐ 𝒟ilf ！chris . . . x bunny!reader

𝓂oodboards ៸៸ 𝓅rompts ៸៸ 𝑒xtras ៸៸ 𝑒verything

࿐ 𝒮toner ！chris . . . x shy!reader & dealer!matt (chratt au, no incest)

𝓂oodboards ៸៸ 𝓅rompts ៸៸ 𝑒xtras ៸៸ 𝑒verything

࿐ 𝐵artender ！chris . . . x pop princess!reader

𝓂oodboards ៸៸ 𝓅rompts ៸៸ 𝑒xtras ៸៸ 𝑒verything

originally by @metyouinthehallway

࿐ 𝒜lternating ！chris . . . naive!reader

𝓂oodboards ៸៸ 𝓅rompts ៸៸ 𝑒xtras ៸៸ 𝑒verything

© luvs4matt ⋆˚꩜｡ tag list

[aliaratawitchtrial]

preachersdaughter!reader x dealer!chris masterlist࿐ ˊˎ-

everything.

preachersdaughter!reader intro.

dealer!chris intro.

✧chapters:

౨ৎ chapter one: oak trees & rust.

౨ৎ chapter two: in it for the money.

౨ৎ chapter three: keep me company.

౨ৎ chapter four: use once & destroy.

౨ৎ chapter five: patched up.

౨ৎ chapter six: coconut and marshmallow.

౨ৎ chapter seven: the morning after.

౨ৎ chapter eight: invaluable gifts.

౨ৎ chapter nine: roots.

౨ৎ chapter ten: spooked.

౨ৎ chapter eleven: something soft.

౨ৎ chapter twelve: don't hang up.

౨ৎ chapter thirteen: come with me.

౨ৎ chapter fourteen: dealer!chris's diary entries.

౨ৎ chapter fifteen: preachersdaughter!reader's diary entries.

౨ৎ chapter sixteen: thoroughfare.

౨ৎ chapter seventeen: california.

౨ৎ chapter eighteen: mine.

౨ৎ chapter nineteen: partner in crime.

✧blurbs:

౨ৎ lower: preachersdaughter!reader gives dealer!chris a massage.

౨ৎ behave: dealer!chris spanks preachersdaughter!reader.

౨ৎ dealer!chris accidentally hurts preachersdaughter!reader.

౨ৎ make you squirm: piss kink.

౨ৎ dealer!chris teaches preachersdaughter!reader how to give head.

౨ৎ dealer!chris takes care of preachersdaughter!reader.

✧asks:

interests?

social life?

ages?

pets?

jewellery?

what year is the au set in?

intimacy?

style, tattoos, music taste?

instagram?

can preachersdaughter!reader drive?

what happens when preachersdaughter!reader gets her period?

favourite food?

dealer!chris's type?

scents?

preachersdaughter!reader's father?

[aliaratawitchtrial]

━━╋━ PARTNER IN CRIME

in which . . . dealer!chris lets preachersdaughter!reader try dealing for the first time. inspired by this ask from @dearlilies

part 19! masterlist here.

❝what's my drug of choice? well, what have you got?❞

chris was seriously starting to question how much you could actually get away with, given the effects you had on him. he was utterly weak to your sweet pleading, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to refuse you.

this time, you had somehow managed to convince him that it would be a good idea to let you try your hand at drug dealing. he wasn’t entirely sure what had gotten into him to agree to such a ridiculous request, but here you both were, making your way into tonight's bustling frat party, you clutching your purse while chris held onto your hip.

you had a giddy grin on your face at the knowledge that in your purse was a selection of little baggies and prerolls, and that it was your job to distribute them. chris was particularly on edge, his hand digging into your side and his jaw clenched tightly as he led you over to his first clients.

they hardly registered your presence, turning straight to chris as they reached for their wallets. he simply shook his head and placed both hands on your waist to guide you to step in front of him.

“the lady’s sellin’ tonight.” he announced.

they glanced at you in a mixture of confusion and bemusement. the one in the middle spoke first.

“her?”

“cmon baby, like we practised,” chris leaned down to whisper for only you to hear.

“what’ll it be, guys?” you said, holding your head up high to try and muster up a sense of confidence.

they glanced at each other for a second before one of them said, “uh, weed? half ounce.”

you rifled through your purse, pulling out a little baggie and holding it up for the men to take a look. “sixty dollars.”

the one on the left glanced over your shoulder at chris, his brows furrowed. “she serious? bought the same thing from you for forty-five last week.”

chris shrugged. “well, i’m not selling tonight. don’t know what the fuck you’re lookin’ at me for.”

the man sighed and looked back down at you. “how does fifty sound, sweetheart?” he waved the paper notes in front of your face with an insincere smile, to which you frowned and clutched the bag to your chest.

“i said sixty.”

“she said sixty.” chris echoed with an amused smirk on his face.

the man’s scrutinising glare flitted between the two of you before muttering a begrudging “jesus, fine,” and pulling another crumpled ten dollar bill out of his wallet. he shoved the money into your palm and snatched the baggie.

“pleasure doing business with you!” you called out as they walked away, giggling at the way they shook their heads in frustration. 

you turned back to chris and let out an excited squeal as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you slightly off the ground.

“already a professional, baby.” he smiled and kissed your cheek. “should’ve seen my first deal. sixteen year old me would’ve killed for it to go that smoothly.”

“i wanna do more!” you exclaimed, pushing out of his grip and rushing over to a group of girls who had been drinking and dancing since the two of you got here.

chris decided to watch from afar this time, trusting that you could handle yourself. what he didn’t expect was for you to immediately fall into casual conversation with the group, chattering as if you had been friends for years. when five minutes passed by with no sign of you taking any real action, chris shrugged and headed into the kitchen to grab himself a drink. you’d be fine.

while he was rummaging through the fridge for a cold beer, he felt an insistent hand tugging at his arm.

“chris, chris!”

“what?”

he stood up straight to find you holding open your bag, and he looked inside to find it completely empty of its prior contents.

“what the fuck happened, angel?” he cried out, grabbing the bag from you and taking a closer look. yeah, definitely empty.

“what do you mean?” you asked.

“i mean, what happened to all the drugs? did someone take them?”

“what? no. i sold them.”

his gaze slowly lifted from the bag to your innocent face, one of his brows lifted in utter incredulity. “baby, i took my eyes off you for all of a minute. what do you mean you sold all of them?”

“those nice girls bought them!” you smiled.

“uh huh… and where’s the money?”

chris could’ve sworn he felt his eyes glaze over and his mind go blank as you reached into your bra and pulled out a fat wad of cash, smiling proudly as if completely oblivious to the effects you had on him.

he sighed. “gonna kill me one of these days, baby…” his voice was low and gruff as he pulled you closer by the waist. “why were you even keeping the money there, sweetheart?”

“cause i knew you’d freak out when you saw the empty bag… thought it’d be funny.” you grinned up at him, stuffing the money back into its place.

“yeah, real funny, baby,” chris’s large hand covered the back of your head, tugging gently but firmly at your hair to tilt your head back, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, “gave me a fuckin’ scare… thought ya lost everything…” 

“but i didn’t.” your smile grew as you leaned into chris’s touch, not yet kissing him, just remaining painfully close.

“mm, smart girl…” instead of attaching his lips to yours, chris tilted his head downwards slightly and nudged his nose against your jawline before kissing down the smooth column of your neck. “gonna have to get you to help me out every time now, huh?” he mumbled against your skin. “be my little partner in crime.”

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[shessogone]

so fucking hungry

cw: ima be real this is just 725 words about matt the munch. uhhh overstim? reader pushes matt away once but she doesn’t actually want him to stop. chris walks in at one point, but he doesn’t see anything and just walks right back out lol. lemme know if i missed anything!

lowercase intentional, this isn’t proof read!

“don’t you ever get bored of this? i mean seriously honey my legs are aching, i dunno how your jaw isn’t.”

it’s a typical tuesday afternoon for you and matt, and by that i mean he has been between your legs for the past hour and a half, eating you out like his life depends on it.

matt shakes his head at your question, only popping his head up long enough to say, “never,” before he’s right back at it. his lips close around your clit, sucking on it harshly. you moan, head falling back against the pillow as your hand reaches down to tug on his hair.

your hips shift slightly as you spread your legs wider, scooting further down on the bed and making yourself comfortable. you’re gonna be here a while.

matt had been giving you looks all night, cutting his eyes at you from across the table at the restaurant, huffing when you give nick your attention instead of him. but you weren’t sure what the cause was for his attitude, considering the very soft after-nap-sex you two had before coming here. he should’ve been satisfied enough to hold him off till after supper.

but when you stood up to walk to the restroom, he hopped up too, right on your tail the whole way there. once the door closed you didn’t even get to question matt before he was turning you around, bending you over the sink counter.

“matt!”

the brunette simply hummed in response, getting on his knees behind you and yanking your panties down, lifting your skirt and immediately diving in. you moaned, your head falling forward and almost bumping the mirror in front of you.

you grunted, “baby, someone could walk in. stop it.” your hand reached back till you felt the top of matt’s head, pushing him away with such little force, you knew he wasn’t buying it. the man just scoffed in response, his hands tightening around your hips.

before you knew it you were gasping, thighs shaking around matt’s head as your orgasm washed over you. matt continued licking at you, until you pushed his head again, putting some strength behind it this time. he whined but pulled away, tucking your panties into his pocket as he pulled your skirt back down.

matt turned you around, wiping his face clean before leaning in to kiss you. “sorry,” he mumbles, “coulda asked, i know. just needed it.” you simply hummed in response, knowing you’d never deny him.

honestly, it was a wonder matt got anything done lately. like right now, you were in bed with your laptop resting on your belly, typing out a report. whereas matt was underneath the blanket, head tucked between your thighs again. he wasn’t as overeager about it this time, instead he was giving slow soft licks to your cunt. every once in a while he’d suck on your soft bud, pressing a gentle kiss to your folds before licking through them again.

you felt matt’s head rest against your thigh, his arms coming up to wrap around your waist, as he stopped his licking. instead his focus was on your clit, slowly sucking on the button as if it were a pacifier. you hummed, opening your mouth as if to speak, when the bedroom door suddenly opened.

“oh, hey,” chris spoke, peaking his head in, “where’s matt?”

you hesitated, knowing any lie you tried to come up with wouldn’t pass by his nosy little brother. “uhm,” you mumbled, “under the blanket?”

chris’ brows furrowed, his head tilting like a puppy, before his eyes drifted downward catching the outline of matt’s figure beneath the blanket. chris groaned, his hands flying up and dragging down his face.

“you two are so obnoxious i swear, tell matt that foods here whenever he’s done.”

your face was bright red as you nodded, telling chris that you’d let him know. when the door clicked shut your head fell back against the bed frame, embarrassment washing over you. “seriously matt,” you grunted, lifting the blanket up to fuss at the man who’d remained silent during the whole ordeal.

only to find that matt had fallen asleep, head tucked against your thigh, arms wrapped around your waist, his mouth still nursing your clit. you sighed, mumbling to yourself as you pulled the blanket back over him.

“gonna have to buy you a fucking pacifier.”

this is dedicated to @bendmeoverchris and @favblond1e19 who asked for it underneath a little thought i posted a while back!

[cunty-matt]

Can you make a fic abt reader edging dealer chris till hes like all whiny?? idk if you see my vision but like reader‘s just like happy to see chris‘s dom wall crumbling sontimes by edging him while she blows him or smth hehe. sorry if thats a lil freaky request ;)

𝐒𝐮𝐛!𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 (𝓒.𝓢) ⋆🧁˚⟡˖ ࣪ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 !

— ⓘ smut. sub!chris. dom!reader (i guess?). edging/teasing. oral (male receive). reader praise kink. face fucking. tiny bit of fluff at the end. not entirely proofread.

it was almost one in the morning and the only sounds in your apartment were the usual city noises outside of your window and the faint play of soft music on your tv.

you very much enjoyed these quiet late nights where you could just lay and contemplate life. you didn’t need to go out and party on a friday night, you just needed an everything shower, lit candles, and a freshly cleaned bedroom.

knock knock.

your eyebrows bunched in confusion.

who the hell was knocking on your front door at one in the morning?

with an exaggerated sigh you stood from your cozy spot on your bed and made your way through your apartment toward the front door to see who had ruined your peace.

before you could even look through the peephole you heard him. it was hard to make out what he was saying but you’d recognize the sound of his voice anywhere.

“let me innn. please?”

he stumbled forward when you opened the door where he had been resting against. he stood up straight and smiled like he wasn’t being a complete nuisance by showing up to your apartment in the middle of the night.

he saw the annoyance on your face and scoffed, “oh come on, i know you weren’t asleep.”

you rolled your eyes, “so, who’s party was it tonight?”

“doesn’t matter.” he spoke softly and placed a hand on your waist to move you further into the apartment so he could come in and shut the door behind him. “why is it so dark in here?”

“maybe because it’s one in the morning? you know not everyone is nocturnal chris.” he just hummed in response and leaned his head on your shoulder, slumping into your arms. the scent of his cologne mixed with weed was obvious now that he was so close to you and it never failed to make you soft.

there was something about his scent that grounded you. it reminded you of how sweet and clingy he could get, especially when he was high. you secretly loved when he was like this. so vulnerable and carefree, because it was like the second he was sober physical affection didn’t exist.

“i thought about you the whole night. i wanted to leave sooner but—” his words were interrupted with a yawn so you couldn’t make out what he said entirely.

“hm? i think your ready for bed huh?” you attempted to help him stand up straight but he just stayed pressed against you.

“no no, not yet.” he brought his head up from your shoulder to meet your gaze. his eyes were bloodshot and filled with need. “please, i’m so high and i need you bad.” he brought his thumb to toy with your bottom lip as he watched your eyes for a response.

“of course you are. you’re alway—”

“shhh.” he pushed his thumb into your mouth, pressing it against your tongue to stop you from making another sassy remark. “don’t be like that. you know you’re the only one who can help me. baby, please?”

he waited for a response, and when you nodded your head gently he removed his thumb and leaned down to kiss you instead. his eagerness caught you off guard but his desperate whines brought you to reciprocate the kiss.

he hummed before pulling back, leaving a small string of saliva connecting his lips to yours. he grabbed your wrist and guided your hand to hover above the bulge in his pants.

“be patient.” you teased and signaled for him to make his way toward your couch. he let go of your wrist and did just that with you following him close behind.

he plopped down on the cushion rather eagerly and waited not so patiently for you to do something, anything.

“you look so adorable like this,” you smiled widely and stood in front of him, between his legs. you placed a hand in his hair and ran your nails through his soft, messy curls.

he started to reach down to palm himself but you were quick to detain his action. “you said you needed my help, remember?” he whined in response and you were tempted to keep teasing him just to hear his desperate noises even longer, but you did hold some empathy for his very obvious aching cock. “you still want my help, right?” you craved for his submissive side more then you’d like to admit, so you were definitely going to take advantage of him being in such a needy mood tonight.

he didn’t say anything though, just offered a brief nod in response and gently placed a hand on your cheek at an attempt to lull you closer toward himself.

you shook your head and gave him a look of dissatisfaction, “say it.”

“say what?” he whined softly in response.

“how bad do you need me?”

he felt his cheeks grow warm as you spoke, he felt embarrassed to be treated this way by a woman. it was something he had never experienced before. “what? cats got your tongue now?” you teased again, and he pulled you close so he could bury his face into your chest and hide how embarrassed he had gotten.

“please don’t make me wait,” he mumbled lowly against you.

“hmm, why shouldn’t i?”

he pulled back to look at you, “I’m always so good to you, and i just want you to take care of me. can you do that for me?”

you really couldn’t deny him, ever. you tried to ignore how his words went straight to your clit but it was hard, especially when he had that look in his eyes too. you couldn’t express with words how much you loved seeing him so submissive, but your panties definitely could.

without another thought you stepped back just enough so that you were able to kneel between his legs. the view from below him was even better than you’d imagined. “be patient baby,” you laughed at how much he was squirming against the plush couch cushion. you didn’t think you could ever get enough of teasing him.

“mmm, please it’s not funny,” he spoke through a whimper.

you were quick to place your palm against his lips to shut him up. “stop whining like a baby and maybe i’ll do something about this.” with your other hand you lightly palmed his very obvious bulge, and the vibration of his moans against your palm urged you to finally remove his sweatpants.

“fuck baby, i need more please,” he could barely find the words to say from how desperate he was, you’ve genuinely never seen him this way and you certainly hoped this wasn’t a one time thing.

“hmm? pretty please?” you batted your eyelashes at him and sat on the back of your knees, waiting for his response.

he shook his head and sighed before mumbling out a small, “pretty please” muffled by his hands covering his face.

“do you really mean it if i can barely hear you?”

he groaned and looked down at you with frustration clear in his face, “really?”

“mhm,” you waited once again, getting quite impatient now. “how hard can it be?”

he rolled his eyes but nonetheless cleared his throat before speaking the words clearer now, “pretty please, can you help me?” the desperation visible in his eyes this time mixed with his words was finally acceptable enough for you.

“good, that’s better. wasn’t that hard, hm?”

he opened his mouth to reply but was very quickly caught off guard by your palm making contact with his cock through his boxers. he let out a low groan and you teased him through his boxers a bit more before tugging them down roughly, allowing his painfully hard dick to spring free.

“fuck,” he whined and tried so hard to keep his hands off and let you do your thing but you were such a tease and he didn’t have much patience. “please,” he spoke through a whimper.

you smirked in return and sat up on your knees so you could deliberately kiss along the side of his dick making sure to avoid the tip, where he wanted you to pay attention to most.

he leaned back further into the couch cushion and let out a low groan, “shit, please—” he was interrupted by a moan at your kisses moving toward his painfully throbbing tip.

you couldn’t help but smile at his reaction before you started kitten licking the precum spilling from his cock. he threw his head back against the couch and let out a louder moan, he felt embarrassed to be making so much noise so he covered his mouth with his hand and attempted to contain his noises.

it took you a few minutes to notice but when you did you pulled yourself away from his dick immediately. he whined at the loss of contact and lifted his head back up to see why you had stopped.

“don’t do that, okay? i have to hear how well i’m helping you, right?”

he nodded, “yeah, right,” he spoke in a small voice, still basking in the pleasure he had felt moments before.

“okay!” you went straight back to your previous position but wrapped your lips around the top of his dick this time. you took as much of him in as you could but his length was significantly more than what you were used to.

he didn’t seem to care too much considering the noises he was making above you. you brought one of your hands to grab at whatever was left unattended from your mouth and you felt his hips buck up at the action. you used you free hand to press down on his hips at an attempt to keep him still. he kept moving upwards into your mouth though and you pulled away once again with a frustrated look.

“we’re going at my pace, okay?”

he looked down at your now watery eyes and let out multiple sorry’s which were cut off by his whines as you placed your lips back around his cock and started bobbing your head up and down at an average pace. he melted back into the couch as the pleasure took over him completely, his jaw going slack as moans spilled out.

“shit… so good baby”

your clit twitched at his words and you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

the sight of you on your knees with your soft plump lips wrapped around his length made him feel incredibly drunk with pleasure. he couldn’t help himself now as he started bucking his hips up into your mouth again.

you adjusted to the new feeling and allowed him to continue with his movements this time. you moaned against his dick and the vibration sent shivers through his body.

“fuck, you take it so good baby,” he spoke through breathy moans.

you moaned against his dick again as if responding to his words and you felt your panties soak even more.

you placed both of your hands on his thighs to stable yourself as he fucked himself into your mouth, letting whimpers of pleasure fall from his lips.

you hummed against him and placed one of your hands on his chest bring him back to reality. he slowed down his movements and allowed you to breathe for a moment.

“so so good,” his words were slurred from a mixture of pleasure and the everlasting effects of his high, “your doing good baby.”

your eyes were dark with an eagerness to please him and a small feeling of lust from his words. hearing him praise your work made you ready to bring him to the brink of his pleasure.

you wrapped your hand around his length and started with small, slow strokes at first. “do you wanna cum now?” you spoke in a seemingly too innocent sounding manner for the question being asked.

a small smile gnawed at chris’ lips which was quickly replaced with a look of pleasure as you sped up with your strokes a bit. he moaned and shook his head persistently at response to your question, sweat glistening across his forehead in the dim lighting.

“let me hear you,” a smug smile took over as you spoke.

he whined in annoyance, but nonetheless spoke up to your satisfaction (and his own).

“please can i cum?”

“why should you?”

he groaned and let his head loll back in frustration, “because i’ve been good, haven’t i?”

“yeah? have you been good for me?” you spoke all while keeping the movement of your up and down his dick, nice and slow.

he nodded in response.

“mhm, well i guess you can cum then.” you smiled again and sped up your strokes as well as licking at his tip before letting your tongue scrape along all sides of his needy cock.

he let out multiple whines and his head dropped back against the couch cushion at the immense amount of pleasure he felt.

“fuck, fuck that’s so good baby.”

you wrapped your plump lips around the whole tip of his cock and took as much in as you could before you bobbed your head up and down again with much more passion this time.

“yeah, shit baby i’m gonna cum now, your so good.” he could already feel the knot tightening in his stomach.

you moaned against his dick and the vibrations sent him over the edge to his pleasure with ripples going through his body as he came into your mouth, “oh fuck…fuck.” he groaned in pleasure.

you moaned once again as you took all of it and swallowed before pulling away. he whined as he rode out the waves of pleasure with your tongue still against him licking clean every last drop of his release.

he hummed as you eventually got up from your knees and helped him pull both his pants and boxers back onto his hips. “so good, thank you baby, you did so good,” he then placed a gentle hand on the back of your head to guide you into a slow, sweet kiss.

you pulled away and collapsed into his lap softly with sleepiness taking over you completely. “can i go to bed now?” you yawned and rested your head on his chest.

he nodded and stood with you lifted snug in his arms as he walked toward your bedroom.

he dropped you carefully onto the soft sheets and layed right next to you so you could stay snug against his chest as you both prepared for sleep after the exhaustion of tonight’s events.

© CUNTY-MATT

sorry anon for taking so long to finish this but i absolutely loved this request i hope i matched your freak lol :)

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[chrattbrat]

i was watching an older video today and i need to talk about this because holy fuck christopher

he even curled his fingers????

[owensbabygirl]

goodmorning.

[sweetnsturns]

down bad—c.s.

✧ hockey player!chris, dom!chris, bigdick!chris, size kink, rough, unprotected, creampie

✧ summary: in which you wear chris's jersey and he fucks you senseless in it

✧ word count: 1.4k

✧ authors note: wrote this while watching off campus...iykyk this stayed in my drafts too long i need to post it..

the apartment had been freezing when you got out of the shower, and chris's jersey was right there on the chair where he'd tossed it last night after his game. it smells like him.

like cedar and sweat and that specific cologne he wears, and you'd pulled it over your bare shoulders without thinking. the jersey stops mid thigh. the sleeves go past your fingertips.

you're standing in front of the mirror adjusting the collar when you hear the key in the lock.

"baby?" his voice echoes through the apartment, tired but warm. "you home?"

"bedroom," you call back.

you hear his bag hit the floor, the rustle of him kicking off his shoes, and then his footsteps making their way toward you.

he appears in the doorway and stops dead.

he's still in his practice gear, hair damp and curling at the nape of his neck, cheeks pink from the cold outside. he's holding his phone in one hand and a coffee in the other and he just… stares.

his eyes go dark almost immediately, pupils blowing wide as they drag down your body, taking in the way his number stretches across your chest.

"hi," you say, and your voice comes out quieter than you meant.

he doesn't say anything. he sets the coffee down on the dresser. slowly, like he's trying to control his movements, and then he's crossing the room.

"is that mine?" he asks, and his voice is deep already, rumbling in a way that makes heat pool low in your stomach.

"was cold," you say.

he reaches out and runs his hand down your arm, tracing the number on the sleeve. "you look so fucking good in this."

"yeah?"

"yeah." his hand slides down to your hip, thumb hooking under the hem, finding bare skin. he makes a sound in the back of his throat. "shit, baby, tell me you're not wearing anything under this."

you bite your lip. "maybe."

he groans, and then his mouth is on yours. his hands are everywhere, under the jersey, on the curve of your waist, your ribs, the curve of your chest, and you can feel how hard he is already, thick and straining against his pants, grinding against your hip.

"feel what you do to me?" he breathes against your lips, rocking into you.

"feel how fucking hard i am? been thinking about you all day, baby, thinking about coming home and being with you, and now you're wearing my fucking jersey and i can't—shit, i can't think straight."

"then don't think," you whisper, and you reach down to palm him through his pants.

he hisses, head falling back, and then he's walking you backward until your knees hit the bed. "gonna ruin you," he says, and his voice sends a shiver down your body. "gonna fuck you so good in this."

he lifts you up, hands under your thighs, and you wrap your legs around his waist as he lays you down. the jersey rides up and his eyes follow it, darkening when he sees your skin underneath. the only thing between you and him is his own name stretched across your chest.

"look at you," he says, his hand sliding up your thigh. "look at how wet you are already. all that for me, baby?"

"yes," you whimper, arching into his touch. "yes, all for you,"

"shit." he presses two fingers against you, just teasing. "you're dripping. fucking dripping for me. want me to taste you? want me to eat this pretty pussy until you're screaming my name?"

you nod frantically, already desperate, and he rewards you by pushing the jersey up to expose you fully. "keep this on," he orders, his voice ragged. "wanna see my number on you while i devour you."

he settles between your thighs and drags his tongue on you in one long stroke that has you crying out, your hands tightening in his hair. he groans against you, the vibration making you squirm and hes licking and fucking you with his tongue like he's starving.

"so fucking sweet," he murmurs, you can feel his breath hot against you. "taste so good, baby. could eat you for hours. could live between your thighs."

"chris," you gasp, as he sucks your clit between his lips until your hips are bucking against his mouth and he's having to hold you down.

"that's it," he encourages, looking up at you with dark, blown out pupiled eyes, his mouth swollen. "come on my tongue like a good girl."

he doesn't stop, keeps working you through it, lapping at you until you're oversensitive and shaking, until you're pushing at his shoulders because it's too much.

he crawls up your body, kissing his way up your stomach, your ribs, your neck, and you can taste yourself on his lips when he kisses you. you can feel how hard he still is against your hip. "good girl," he praises. "such a good girl for me."

"please," you whimper, already needy again, already wanting. "want you inside. need to feel you."

he's tearing his shirt over his head, shoving his pants down, and then he's there, thick and heavy in his hand, dragging the tip through your folds to soak himself in you. "want me to fill you up? want me to stretch you out and fuck you full?"

"yes, please chris,"

he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, making you gasp and claw at his shoulders. he groans, his forehead dropping to yours. "shit, you're so tight. so fucking tight and wet and warm. feel like heaven, baby. feel like you were made for me."

he starts moving, his hips snapping against yours. the bed creaks beneath you, the headboard knocking against the wall. you're wrapped around him, legs around his back, and every time he thrusts into you the jersey shifts, the fabric rubbing between you.

"look at you," he pants, and he's sweating now, hair falling into his eyes. "look at you taking me. taking every inch. you like that? like feeling me deep inside you?"

"yes, yes, right there, please don't stop—"

"not stopping," he promises, thrusting into you until you're babbling, until you're incoherent, nails digging deep into his back. "gonna make you come again, yeah? gonna make you come on my cock while you're wearing my jersey. gonna feel you squeeze me, take me. fuck, baby, you close? you gonna come for me?"

"yes," you gasp, "yes, i'm, chris, i'm gonna—"

"do it," he growls. "come for me. come on my cock, let me feel you,"

the pleasure is overwhelming, and you feel yourself clamping down on him, and he groans, his head falling back.

"shit, shit, that's it, that's my girl," he's fucking you through it now, finding his own release, his movements getting sloppy and desperate. "gonna fill you up, baby. gonna come so deep inside you. want that?"

"yes," you whimper, still shaking, "yes, please, want it,"

he thrusts one last time and groans long and low, spilling into you with a shudder that rocks through his whole body. you can feel him, and he keeps his hips pressed tight against yours.

for a long moment neither of you move. he's heavy on top of you, still inside you, and you can feel his heartbeat against your chest.

the jersey is twisted between you, bunched up around your ribs, his number half visible in the dim light.

"hi," you whisper, smiling against his hair.

he laughs, breathless and warm, and presses a kiss to your shoulder. "hi."

"good practice?"

"amazing practice," he corrects, lifting his head to look at you with tired, but loving eyes. "best thing to come home to in my life, actually."

you grin, feeling smug and soft and thoroughly fucked out. "might have to wear this more often."

"don't you dare take it off," he says, suddenly serious, and then he's rolling to his side and pulling you with him, pressing you against his chest. the jersey is still on, tangled between you, and he traces the number on your back with lazy fingers.

outside the window the sun is setting, and chris hums contentedly against your hair, his hand sliding down to rest on your hip.

"love you," he murmurs.

you smile into the warmth of him.

"love you too," you whisper back.

you keep the jersey on all night.

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[sophbirlemlover]

FRAT SWEETHEART ⋆˚࿔

╰┈➤ summary: Chris is one of the frats while you’re the ‘shy quiet’ girl , currently you’re at a frat party and you’re kind of nervous…

╰┈➤ authors note: sorry for the long break, im freshly back now!! i hope you enjoy this story and tysm for all the love!! ( Comment 🥳 if you wanna be in the taglist )

Being the frats’ sweetheart had become normal for you, late nights, seeing people almost lap each others faces off, getting high. All that shit. So when you started becoming Chris’ ‘thing’ that was no surprise.

Chris Sturniolo, king of the frat was no strange face. Having new girls at his side as often as he changed his clothes, which was a day to day thing of course. But you? You were almost constantly at his side, earning side-eyes and long stares of jealousy of girls who couldn’t keep to themselves. You happened to be a shy little thing, which confused you a lot. Why did Chris like you around so much? You weren’t at all like the others he’s hooked up with. Maybe he just liked you in be—sleeping with you!! Yeah…totally.

Anyhoo!

It was just a normal night, outfit on fleek. You were just looking stunning, as usual. (whoever is reading this your so pretty and i love you)

you were perched on Chris’ leg, sitting in his lap where people would usually find you. He had a beer in one hand, other on your hip. You were biting on your nails, a bad habit you find yourself doing a lot.

“The fuck you doin?’” Chris would hiss, eyeing you. Chris raised an eyebrow, that lazy smirk playing on his lips as he watched you chew your nails. The party raged around you—bass thumping, someone screaming shotgun, a girl laughing way too loud.

He didn’t like it.

Not when you were doing it.

With one swift move, he plucked your hand from your mouth and brought it to his lips instead—pressing a soft kiss to each fingertip like some stupid romantic shit no frat king should be caught dead doing.

“Quit,” he muttered against your skin.p

And yeah… maybe you were. Chris tilted his head, studying your face like you were a puzzle he really wanted to solve. The music pulsed, the room spun with bodies grinding and drinks sloshing—but right now? It was just you two.

He squeezed your hip again—gentle this time—and leaned in close, his warm breath ghosting over your ear.

“You ain’t scared of me… are ya?” he whispered. Voice low. Almost tender.

Then immediately ruined it by adding: “‘Cause if someone’s tryin’ to scare my girl? They’re dead.”

A beat passed.

Then Matt from across the room yelled something about shots and Chris flipped him off without looking away from you. Chris suddenly grinned—wide, crooked, that dangerous kind of smile that made girls trip over their own feet.

Before you could even react, he kissed you.

Hard.

One hand slid up to cup your jaw while the other stayed firm on your hip like he was claiming territory. His lips were warm from beer and tasted faintly sweet—probably from whatever fruity shit someone dared him to drink earlier.

The room blurred. The noise faded. For a second? It was just his mouth on yours and the stupid flutter in your chest you couldn’t control no matter how hard you tried.

When he finally pulled back an inch—just enough to breathe—he smirked again.

“Better,” he said simply… like kissing away anxiety was totally normal frat behavior (it wasn’t). Chris didn’t give you time to recover—nope.

The second your lips parted from his, he was already leaning back in, capturing them again. This kiss softer though. Slower. Less claiming and more… something else.

Something that made your stomach flip like a damn gymnast.

His thumb brushed your cheekbone as he kissed you—tender in a way that didn’t match the loud frat king vibe at all—and for once? No one was watching or whispering about it.

Maybe because everyone knew better than to mess with Chris when he had you on his lap like this: quiet, blushing, completely under his spell without even trying hard at all…

He broke the kiss only to rest his forehead against yours—breath mingling—and whispered:

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” Chris exhaled softly, his nose still brushing yours like he couldn’t bring himself to pull away completely.

The music had gotten quieter—someone must’ve turned the volume down—or maybe it just felt quieter because everything else seemed so loud and chaotic compared to this tiny bubble you two were in.

He studied your eyes. Really looked at them—the way they widened a little when he said that sweet shit, how your lips stayed slightly parted from kissing him.

And damn… if that didn’t make something twist inside his chest. Something warm and weirdly unfamiliar.

Without thinking (because Chris never thought too hard), he pressed another kiss—this time on the tip of your nose—then one on each cheekbone, then finally back to your lips again: soft pecks like rain drops falling slow…

No rush. No audience needed. Just him loving on you right there in front of God and everybody who gave zero fucks anyway.

TIME SKIP.

The party had thinned out.

Beer cans littered the floor, a few couples were passed out on couches or tangled together on the rug. The music was off now—just ambient noise from someone’s forgotten speaker playing lo-fi beats.

Chris was still awake though—of course he was. Dude never slept at parties unless drunk.

But right now? He wasn’t drunk. Just… content.

You both had ended up curled together in his oversized leather armchair by the fireplace—the only source of light left besides dim string lights above you. A blanket draped over your legs (courtesy of Chris after noticing you shivered).

He had one arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest while absently tracing circles on your shoulder with his thumb.

Every so often, he’d kiss the top of your head like it was second nature to him by now—like loving on you wasn't even a choice anymore; it just happened. The quiet hum of the house settled around you both—no laughter, no yelling, just the soft crackle of the fire and that slow beat from the speaker.

Chris hadn’t said much in a while. Not his usual self—normally he’d be cracking jokes or making some stupid comment about someone passed out face-down on carpet.

But right now? He was quiet. Peaceful even.

His chin rested lightly on top of your head as he breathed you in—the scent of your shampoo mixed with faint traces of his cologne (which somehow always ended up transferring to you).

Then… slowly… carefully…

He turned slightly and pressed a kiss right into your hairline—a soft one this time—not teasing or playful like earlier—but something deeper. Something tender and private that only existed when it was just him holding you.

No audience. No show. Just love wrapped in silence under warm light

And that… was more than enough. ᢉ𐭩

SOPH’S TIDBITS : again, sorry for this long break, i had lots of exams and concerts but now im FULLY back and except cute summer stories !!!! hope you enjoyed ᢉ𐭩

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[aliaratawitchtrial]

a fic where dealer!chris takes care of pd!reader when she being really needy and makes her feel good

COMBINING this request with the daddy kink fic cause i'm CRAZY

౨ৎ dealer!chris taking care of preachersdaughter!reader after a hard day.

⚠︎ daddy kink, dumbification, light condescension, humiliation if you squint

you were gone. completely fucked out.

chris was on top of you, pounding you into the mattress with a pressure you were unused to, two fingers shoved inside your mouth and the other hand gripping one of your bouncing tits. you were soaked, everywhere – your arousal dripping down your thighs, tears spilling down your cheeks and drool coating chris’s fingers. the sounds that were coming out of you would’ve been humiliating, had you had the capacity to even hear them. 

it all started when you had arrived home with shaking hands and teary eyes. alarmed, chris pulled you into his lap, wiping your tears and coaxing you to open up about the awful day you had had at work. he held you tight as you rambled about a particularly rude customer and a misplaced order of books. once it was all out of your system, chris kissed your cheek gently and said, “you want me to make it all better?”

it was a selfless act, really. chris just wanted to fuck you so dumb that you’d forget everything that had been upsetting you. he knew a fuzzy brain was just what you needed right now.

now, he was pushing his fingers a little deeper into your mouth, pressing against your tongue as you whimpered. you gripped his wrist tightly and pulled his hand away from your mouth as you tried to form words.

“mmf— chris… i, i need—”

you cut yourself off with another needy moan, and chris laughed at you. “what is it, baby? can’t speak?” 

you tried again, but your brain was too foggy for words now. you simply shook your head.

“then show me, angel. what is it?”

you slowly blinked open your eyes and grabbed his hand, guiding it down between your two bodies, pushing it down between your slick thighs. chris tutted in disappointment and shook his head, pulling his hand away.

“y’want my hand? can you say please?”

you let out a shaky whine. “pl—please, chris…”

he hummed as if in deep thought, his thrusts inside you starting to slow down. “i don’t know. i just feel like you don’t mean it. y’gotta reaally beg.”

you let out a choked sob and continued to plead for him. “chris, come on… please… i am begging…”

“yeah, just a little more. then i’ll know you really want it.”

you let out a frustrated whine. “ugh, daddy…”

chris stopped all movements, gazing down at you with wide eyes. it took your brain a couple seconds to catch up with your mouth, but once you realised what you had said, what you had called him, you gasped and covered your mouth with both hands.

chris let out a tiny, quiet huff. he stayed still for what felt like hours before he spoke again. “oh, i’m daddy now?”

your eyes filled with tears again and you shook your head. you were mortified. you didn’t know where it had come from, didn’t even know where you had heard it before. it just spilled out of your mouth like instinct.

chris pulled your hands away from your face, trying not to laugh at your horrified expression. “don't be embarrassed. it was cute.”

“it was… weird.”

“s’not weird at all. makes perfect sense, actually.” he smirked and started thrusting again, this time slow and deliberate. “cause i am your daddy, if you really think about it.”

you frowned and tried to squirm away. “no… i don't like it…”

“don’t like getting fucked by daddy?” chris pouted mockingly.

you whimpered and shook your head, your cheeks burning with shame. “it’s not right…”

chris smiled and stopped again. “huh. s’funny, cause, uh – your pussy’s grippin’ me tighter than usual.”

“chris!” you whined, partly out of embarrassment and partly out of desire for chris to keep going.

“nah, i get it. y’want more, yeah?”

you nodded in relief. finally, he was getting somewhere.

“uh huh. can you ask daddy nicely?”

you let out an exasperated sigh. he clearly wasn’t gonna let up on this any time soon, and you knew you had to do something if you wanted him to keep fucking you.

“if i do, will you promise never to bring this up again?”

he smirked. “sure. whatever you want, princess. just tell me what i wanna hear.”

“daddy… please – please fuck me…” you whispered, suddenly feeling a wave of self-consciousness overcome you.

“fuuck, that’s it.” chris groaned and picked up the pace again, reaching down to rub at your aching clit, finally giving you the pressure you were craving. he would never say it to you, but the humiliated, ashamed look on your face only sent more blood rushing to his cock.

your jaw fell open as his cock hit that special spot inside you, and suddenly all feelings of embarrassment dissipated as you slipped back into that fuzzy, warm state. you could hear chris laughing softly at you, but you felt too good to care.

“that’s it, angel. takin' daddy's cock so good, fuck.”

you whined and reached for him, craving closeness now more than ever. when chris felt your arms tugging at his shoulders, he immediately complied and laid down on top of you, wrapping his arms around your body to hold you close.

you sighed softly and melted further into the mattress. all of a sudden, calling chris daddy didn't seem like an issue at all. you pressed a sweet kiss to his neck before whispering,

“can i have more please, daddy?”

chris's breath hitched and his movements faltered. he was content to never hear the word leave your mouth again. if anything, he thought you’d be mad at him for pushing you to repeat it. he certainly hasn't been expecting you to say it again all by yourself, and the surprise had him reacting in a way you had never seen from him before. 

his whole body was trembling above you, and you could hear faint whimpers spilling from his lips.

“are you okay, daddy?” you tried to sound as oblivious as you could, but you knew the effect you had on him now, and you weren't going to let him off easy.

“fuck, baby – y’gotta stop that… can't–” he whined.

“but i thought you wanted to be my daddy?” you pouted and looked up at him with wide, teary eyes. you could feel his cock twitching inside you at that, and he let out a strained gasp.

“gonna make me – mmh, embarrass myself, baby. playin’ dirty.”

“i don't understand,” you whined, starting to really enjoy playing with him like this.

chris exhaled roughly through his nostrils, starting to pick up on your teasing. he picked up the pace, his hips snapping into yours with rougher thrusts. 

“y’know exactly what you're doin', huh? can't fuckin’ believe you.”

but his frustration immediately melted away at the sound of your little whimpers and moans filling his ears. god, he really was weak for you. 

“feels so good…” you sighed softly and hugged him closer.

“yeah? gonna cum for me, baby?”

“mm…” you hesitated, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“what is it, doll?”

“can i have a kiss first?”

“oh, jesus–” chris’s hips jolted erratically. he really struggled to handle himself when you made such sweet requests. “that’s what you need, baby? a kiss from daddy to make it alll better?”

he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, the soft warmth of his mouth acting as a welcome contrast to the force with which his cock was slamming into you. your moans mingled with his as you came, your nails digging into the flesh of his back, leaving marks which would make you gasp later when you finally regained control of your thoughts.

chris let you ride out your high before pulling out and releasing across your stomach, only adding to how soaked your skin already was.

he stayed like that for a minute, kneeling above you and taking in the sight of your messy, fucked-out state. beautiful.

“so, what’s it gonna take for you to start calling me daddy full-time?” he murmured with a grin.

“shut up, chris…” you mumbled, turning your face to hide your smile in the pillow. 

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[owensbabygirl]

I need inside that taglist. and if you'll excuse me I need to go take care of a leak.