disc: swearing, smut [ unprotected p in v, fingering, being put in a headlock, creampie lol ], being incredibly horny for your bf, bicep kink, cocky soft dom!chris, and lowk gentle brat tamer!chris.
you donât necessarily mean stare. but the way chris looks in this very moment has you in a trance. the way his white tee sits on his frame, the fabric straining in best way around his thick arms, the way his hair curls out from under the edges of his hat, and how bright his eyes look in the sunlight makes it hard for you to look away. he looks good. unfairly so. the outfit, the stubble, the subtle cockiness and gentle confidence that he walks with is making you feel like a cat in heat.
truth be told, you absolutely mean to stare. when chris had walked out of his room wearing a white tee, slightly less baggy blue jeans, and his hat backwards like always your breath hitched in your throat. one thing caught your attention specifically and it was how snug the cuffs of his t-shirt had gotten around his biceps.
lately chrisâ trips to gym and progress in gaining muscle mass has been a lot more noticeable. his chest and shoulders had broadened out even more, and his biceps were very clearly and noticeably larger. and god were you in heaven. chris picked up on your interest in his arms, chuckling every time your hand wrapped around the upper flesh, your fingers straining just slightly against his muscle as you two walked around.
you giggle to yourself as you walk over to chris, a smirk on your face and your hands hidden behind your back âinnocentlyâ. chris had stopped by the kitchen sink, rinsing out the cup he had used, and he could feel you creeping up on him.
âwhatâre you gigglingâ about over there?â your boyfriend calls over his shoulder, the muscles in his back flexing beneath the white shirt as he dries the cup.
ânothing.â you hum as you stand beside him, your chin resting on his shoulder as he looks at you with an unimpressed expression, his eyebrow cocked.
âyeah âcause i totally believe yaâ kid.â he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, smirking against your skin as your hand wraps around his bicep, fingers digging into the thick flesh. you feel the muscle tense and bulge beneath your palm and your smirk only deepens, you squeeze his arm just the tiniest bit before moving to jokingly bite the flesh.
âyouâre insane.â chris laughs, moving his arm out of your grasp and wrapping it around your shoulders and the front of your neck, pulling you in front of him, your back flush against his chest. the movement and placement of his arm nearly around your throat has your core throbbing with desire and you canât stop the whimper that spills from your mouth.
âoh you dirty thing, you like being choked like this, huh?â chris chuckles, the sound dark and menacing but so enticing, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. he moves his arms so that itâs pressed perfectly against the front of your throat, just barely squeezing.
âharder.â you whisper, one of your hands wrapping around his wrist and the other grabbing his bicep, squeezing tightly as you beg for him to choke you.
âlike this?â he teases, slowly flexing his arm and tightening his grip around your throat, the pressure is dizzying and intoxicating. you canât help but whine, craving more. craving the feeling of chrisâ arm around your throat while burying himself deep inside you.
âneed more.â
âyeah? how much more?â chris hums, grinding his hips against your ass, you can feel his cock, painfully stiff and heavy behind his jeans, the warmth radiating off the both of you is almost suffocating.
âif you donât bend me over this counter soon, iâm gonna make you absolutely regret it.â
âyou seem to forget that you donât call the shots, sweetheart. i do and i think iâm gonna take my time until you remember your manners.â he murmurs, his voice demanding with easy control as he continues to hold you in place against while his free hand begins to wander in a downward motion from where it rested against your side. you let out a crude whine as the tips of his fingers brush beneath the waistband of your shorts, just above the top seam of your underwear and chris chuckles again.
âis that how we ask for what we want? where are your words sweet girl?â chris chastises, pushing his hand further beneath the front of your shorts, his fingers ghosting along your cunt, fingers barely touching you but leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. he can feel the heat pouring from you and he can feel your arousal seeping through the sheer material of your underwear, and god is it driving him crazy.
he smirks against the back of your head as he feels your hips buck and chase after his hand as he pulls away, knowing that heâs got you exactly where he wants you.
âcâmon baby, tell me what you want.â chris demands, his finger tracing back and forth along the hem line of your underwear, waiting for you to speak.
âchris, touch me. please.â you beg, voice broken and way beyond desperate, your body feigning for chris to touch you. you let out a sharp gasp when you feel the rough pad of your boyfriendâs calloused fingers begin to rub tight circles against your clit over the damp fabric of your thong. your throw your head back against your boyfriend, a high pitched moan falling from your lips as he keeps rubbing your bundle of nerves before pausing making you whine in detest. he uses his free hand to awkwardly yank your shorts and thong down to about mid-thigh before returning to his previous ministrations. this time using his middle and ring fingers to replace his thumb.
your hips move against his hand as if theyâve got a mind of their own and your nails are digging into the flesh of his arms and chris is preening before his reflection in the window above the sink. heâs mentally praising himself for working out consistently after seeing the way youâre all but drooling on and over his arms. heâs quick to push his fingers past the entrance of your sopping heat, quickly pistoning them in and out of you, the loud squelching and shlick shlick shlick that reverberates of the walls with each movement is music to chrisâ ears. he tightens his bicep around your throat momentarily, the added sensation and restriction bringing you over the edge.
âfuck chris, iâm gonna-â you cry out, cutting yourself off with a squeal as your walls clamp down around his fingers, your warm release coating the digits as he slows his pace, working you through your first orgasm.
âthatâs it baby, let go for me.â chris murmurs against your cheek, panting softly as he drops his arm from around your throat, giving you room to breathe as he undoes his belt, quickly letting his pants and boxers pool around his ankles. his left palm wraps around his cock, fisting his length and using your cum that coated his fingers as lube as his other hand slides up your back, pressing between your shoulders and guiding you to bend over the edge of the sink.
âgotta be quick, theyâll be back soon.â chris grunts, lining himself up with your entrance, slowly sheathing himself in your cunt, your walls pulsing as they accommodate the sheer girth of your boyfriend while still relaxing from your last orgasm.
he wastes no time pulling out and thrusting back into you roughly and repeatedly, the tip of his cock rubbing against that one spot inside you that has you white-knuckling the edge of the counter, your jaw slack, and your head tipped forward, quiet and strained moans falling from your lips. chris grins from ear to ear at the sight of you falling apart so easily as youâre split open on his cock. he pulls out and leans forward, wrapping his arm around your throat yet again, and pulling you back up against, before using his other hand to guide himself back into the warmth of your cunt.
âgod i love the way you feel wrapped around me like this, baby.â he pants, his cheek smushed against yours as he ruts in and out of you, youâre gasping and whining against the meaty flesh of his arm as your second orgasm begins to wash over you. chris feels your walls tighten around him and he picks up the pace.
âcâmon baby, touch yourself for me.â he guides, humming in approval as you begin languidly rubbing your clit, pushing yourself over the edge again, quickly triggering chrisâ own release as you feel the warmth of his cum begin to flood inside you. chrisâ body goes limp against yours for a moment as he catches his breath. the two of you are slow to pull yourselves together, silently basking in the afterglow of lust.
âwhen i get back, weâre gonna take a nice, long shower and then do that again because iâm nowhere near finished with this little kink of yours.â chris laughs, pulling you into a soft but possessive kiss and patting your ass as you walk away toward his room.
Hey siri play gorgeous by Taylor swift sometimes I really wish I could marry him heâs such a beautiful man I want that cookie BAD itâs not funny anymore yall
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