hi!! do you write for the triplets? or are a fan of them? Love your work!!
i don’t write for the triplets anymore, not am i any longer a fan of them, but i have plenty of my old work still up if you go to my pinned and click navi > masterlist > [ insert desired fic / blurb ] orrr navi > au catalogue > [ insert desired alternate universe ]:) thank you so much for you support and kind words !!
Can you give us an update on how you’re doing and your life while you have been away? I used to be so parasocial about you (not in a weird way I just think your so cool and every time you would mention something about your life outside of Tumblr I would get all envious) and I’ve missed you being active on here a LOT
i’ve been good !! tbh not much has changed other than the fact that i’m apartment hunting rn, trying to find smth in my price range not too far from home but damn la is expensive
pls post more cherry and fb!chris texts 🙏🏽 i saw ppl posting abt how we need them on sturnblr again and instantly thought of u
i’m currently not writing for au’s, nor am i actually back ( don’t even have the app downloaded on my phone anymore loool, i’m on my computer ) but i’m soo honored to know you thought of me while i was away !! 🤍
this surely wasn't chris' first rodeo. a beautiful, single girl, living alone? you were bound to have toys hidden somewhere. now it was just a matter of where. he'd been too nervous up until this point, anxious he'd mess something up — put something back in it's wrong place, miscalculate when you get home, raise your suspicions. but now, after weeks of just watching, taking note of where you kept your non-moveables, and eyeing the jewelry you'd set on your nightstand this morning for almost an hour now, he was ready. diving straight into that bedside nightstand in an almost laughable search.
truthfully? the most laughable part about it is that it was exactly where he'd expected, no need to scrounge endlessly, just a few colourful toys that told him exactly what he needed to know about you. three silicon beauties sitting motionless in the top drawer — one more than he'd expected you to have, honestly, but he wasn't complaning. a mini hitachi wand, mini bullet, and a clit licker.
he held them to his face to examine up close, unable to keep his mind from reeling with ideas, new questions arising with each one. he couldn't help but wonder which was your favourite. if he had you right now, would you ask for his dick? maybe you'd take it slow at first, telling him to play with your clit before anything. or maybe, just maybe, you'd want his face. you'd beg to use it, letting out little squeals when he flicks his tongue right.
fuck, the thought alone riled him up more than he wanted to admit. his eyes drifting down to the undeniable tent in his sweats when he set your items perfectly back in their place. thankful the soft material he wore didn't scratch at his tip through his boxers like most other days, chris couldn't ignore the coursing of his blood, how the room got hotter and his breathing got heavier, his eyes darting around while he rid himself of his jacket, like your room would give him the right answer as to what he should do to fix it.
and it did, a small, almost embarrassed sigh escaping chris' lips when he caught your toys again, giving them one more lengthy examination before grabbing the mini wand and plopping onto your bed. he glanced over at your door, closed by him the moment he'd walked in your bedroom, before ever so slowly pulling his sweats over his bulge.
chris' brows raised, surprising himself a bit at how riled up he'd gotten by just a few dirty thoughts, the way he'd imagined you — your face, the noises you'd make, what you'd say to him — all too much for his own dick. he found his hand palming the hardness at those same thoughts, pressing into his lap with dissatisfied grunts for a short moment. he was quick to realize there was no avoiding it, the smell of perfume left behind on your bed enveloping him in in a way that left him desperate for something more, something intense.
before he could even catch himself, chris found the wand at his nose, eyes widening at the smell of your sex on the toy — you must've used it this morning. he felt himself hardening more than he thought he could at that, almost in pain. he wasted no time freeing his cock from his boxers to relieve the tension he’d built up within himself, a frustrated groan gargling in his throat when it bounced up to hit his lower abdomen, leaving a wet splotch of pre in its wake.
his darkened blue eyes found his own dick, hardly shameful at the way his tip flushed an angry reddish pink, an aching in his stomach at the idea of being so naughty. no pants on in your bed, knowing if he made himself cum here, he'd have to be careful not to get it on your comforter. but at the same time, would it be so bad if you knew what you did to him? how just the thought of you using these dainty toys on yourself had him acting so impulsively? like it was completely out of his control.
he couldn't take it anymore, his own mind torturing and pushing him over the edge. his hand was on his length in an instant, squeezing just enough for a pathetic, shaky breath to escape his bitten lips before he could even move. he inhaled again, taking in your nearly fresh arousal on the wand — something he didn't think he'd be getting a whiff of any time soon. his thumb found his tip, almost shuddering when the soft pad spread the leakage all around it. "oh sh-" he whispered, hardly able to contain his own noises.
finally deciding to quit torturing himself, chris rubbed his length, moving up and down with a tight grip that made the skin wrinkle around it. "y'see that?" he spoke, imagining you were watching him from the edge of your bed, "see how worked up i am f'you? i— ahn,” he cut himself off with a moan, his body tensing for a split second.
with that, his hand worked on himself faster, the other hand that held your special toy dropping beside his body so he could focus on pleasuring himself. his legs bent at the waves that ripped through his body, not caring to keep them straight anymore. today was meant for humiliation. "y'know i'd fuck you so good, sweet girl — you know i would," he assured no one, letting his hand do its thing as his face twisted, "these little toys'd be useless."
still, no matter what he did, he found this wasn't enough. all this dirty talk and doing the work himself. he'd gone from slow strokes to fast ones, tight grip to a looser one, thumbed at his tip repeatedly, but he just wasn't there. every time he felt his insides coiling, tighter and tighter until he thought he'd explode, his mind wouldn't let him finish.
with a large, exasperated sigh, chris let go of his dick, head hitting your pillow so he could look at your smooth, white ceiling in defeat. he thought for a moment, trying to come up with ideas to circumvent this problem. that's when it hit him. his other hand jolted up, bringing the toy he'd forgotten about in it up to his face for the third time today. this time, not to sniff or examine it, but to ask himself, 'am i really gonna do this?'
after what felt like ages of mulling over the idea in his head, he really couldn't think of a plausible reason (to him) why he wouldn't do it. and with a long press of his thumb, a quiet buzzing began to fill your room, a shaky, almost nervous breath releasing itself from chris' risen chest, forcing himself to relax before he brought the toy up to his tip, hesitating for a very short moment before lowering it into the sensitive nerves.
"oh my—" he gasped when the toy vibrated against the sensitive head, his back lifting from your bed ever so slightly. he'd never done this before, sure, but it felt right that he'd do it here. in your bedroom, with your vibrator.
"oh i'm close," he breathed out in warning, just resting the top of the toy and allowing it to do its thing, "ah, i'm- ffuck, yeah, i'm real close, pretty."
chris found his toes curling, all that unintentional edging really coming back to haunt him. his balls drew up quick, stomach tensing and untensing in spasms that amplified his fast approaching climax. he couldn't help but writhe a bit, rumpling your comforter with his body in its wake. "gonna cum," he rasped, voiced strained as his eyes squeezed shut, mouth dropping open, "holy shit, i- i've never—"
then it was gone. leaving chris with his chest heaving, eyes now open and practically bulging. he couldn't help the disappointed whine that left him, all thoughts of shame and embarrassment completely escaping him at the moment. right now, all he could think about was how he was done for. how, if he couldn't even cum in your bed, to thoughts of you, with your shit, he'd likely never cum again.
a/n. for stalker!chris’ only fans, @hysterichues and @sturnioz 😭
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