*This is a blurb and won’t be added to my masterlist*
“Fuck I’m so close” you said as you rode Chris his eyes sparkled with lust and something else you couldn’t place “come on be a good girl and last a lil longer can you do that for me?” He said in a slightly mocking tone. Which just caused you to whimper too dumb fucked to respond.
But the sight of your tits bouncing in his face and your pussy griping him like a vice sent him over the edge. “Fuck I’m cumming” he said before a chocked noise escaped from his throat as he finished inside of you his seed coating your gummy walls.
He pulled out and watched as his load leaked out of you mixing with your own juices. “Look at that you’re dripping with me such a greedy pussy” he said before pushing some of the cum back into your pussy.
Warnings: smut, smoking, p in v, mention of aggression, mention of sh, use of swear words, cre@mp!e.
Enjoy!!
You lie awake in your bedroom, the clock reads 8:56pm. You can hear you’re parents arguing about couples therapy, you’re dads complaining about the price while you’re mom complains about how it doesn’t seem to be working. You agree with her, you don’t think anyone could help them.
You hear a knock at your door, you know who it is. You yell “Come in!” The door opens and you see Tate standing there, he’s looking slightly sheepish and you’ve noticed your parents arguing has stopped. You squint your eyes slightly “did you do something Tate?” He moves closer to you “I know how you don’t like to hear you’re parents arguing, I just knocked over something in the kitchen hoping you’re parents would go check on it”
You know that’s not true, he probably did something more violent. You hope atleast.
“Did you?” He’s always been a horrible liar, to you. He looks away “I might’ve thrown something at your dad” you grin at that.
“Come here” you demand softly, he immediately complies and sits next to you, his arm snaking around your waist. You tilt you’re head at him, bringing you’re fingers up to his hair. You let your hands explore his curls, not entirely paying attention to what he’s saying.
His fingers join yours and he asks “did you hear what I just said?” You look fully at him and shake your head, “sorry” He smiles “it’s fine, you know I’ve been thinking…” he stops
“Yeah? What’s up?”
“It’s just that we’ve been spending lots of time together and I think.. maybe you should know how I feel”
You stop. “Oh? Go on” your eyes move around his features.
“I think that we should be more then.. whatever we are..” Your eyes move back to his. “Well what were we in the first place?”
Tate stops once more “I don’t know” before you know it his lips have colliding with yours, the kiss is passionate as if all the tension that’s slowly been building up poured into this exact moment. His hands move down you’re sides to you’re hips, he breaks the kiss to whisper “Can I?” You nod and he kisses you’re neck, moving his hands high up you’re legs to you’re waistband. He marks you’re neck with numerous hickeys, moving down you’re body while planting kisses along you’re chest and stomach.
Eventually, both of you’re guy’s shirts are off and he hovering over you’re stomach. “Do you really want this?” He asks, you nod frantically “yes I do” “Beg” he demands. “Please make me feel good Tate” he smirks and moves lower down, his fingers pulling your waistband down.
A few seconds later he’s eating you out like a man starved, his fingers splay over you’re stomach preventing you from squirming, you inhale sharply as you feel him nibbling on you’re clit lightly. You feel you’re peak getting close and he senses it as well and stops?
“Tate” you manage to say breathlessly “keep going”
“Patience doll, give me one minute”
You wait about 15 seconds before he asks “are you ready for me y/n?”
“Yes… please”
In one swift motion he thrusts inside of you smoothly.
He sets a rhythm, keeping you on edge with each thrust.
He speeds up when he feels himself getting close “Tate.. I’m so close”
“Don’t worry” within one thrust you guys both finish, he unloads his hot seed inside you.
He collapses beside you, both of you breathing heavily. “You’re amazing” he manages.
You reach for a pack of cigarettes on your bedside table, “want one?” He nods taking one from the packet, putting it into his mouth. You light his along with yours.
It was a typical rainy and foggy Monday morning. As you walked into school, you greeted a few classmates and headed to his classroom.
You opened the door taking a double Check nobody saw you go in “hi matt” you said shyly. he looked up from grading assignments before he spoke “hi doll” with a smirk “come here” he said patting his lap you did as you were told and sat on his lap the cold sensation of the buckle on his belt digging into your lower back making the situation more intimate.
He rested his head on your shoulder and inhaled your scent “wearin the Perfume i bought you such a tease” he said before griping his hand onto your thigh causing you to yelp.
A while later you were sitting at your desk along with the other students as he handed your test back full marks of course but instead of looking at your score you looked at the sticky note “meet me at my car at lunchtime ♡”
At lunchtime, you walked to his car, feeling the adrenaline rush through your body. You opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. “Hi, baby! I have something for you,” he said, grabbing a light pink box from the back seat. You opened it and removed the tissue paper, revealing a gorgeous lacy black set.
You covered your mouth “thank you it’s so pretty” you said giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Can I um- show my gratitude in a different way” and before you knew it you were in between his legs in the back of his car hollowing your cheeks around his thick length.
“Fuck- just like that baby I’m so close”you doubled your efforts using your hand on the base of his cock while sucking him like your life depended on it.
“Ugh shit I’m cumming” he said before releasing his load down your throat.
“Thank you baby the bells about to ring better be a good girl and get to class”
Me and Chris weren’t exactly perfect we meet at a party through a friend a year ago but in the last six months he’s “changed” I don’t know how to put it but he’s so much more different than he was before.
You were sitting on your couch when you heard a knock at the door. It was unmistakably Chris. As you opened the door, you took in his sight: bloodshot eyes, messy hair, and the scent of liquor on his breath. “Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna let me in?” you asked. “Oh yeah, here” you moved out of the way, letting him inside. He slumped onto the couch, patting the spot beside him. As you sat down, you looked him up and down, slowly speaking, “I thought you were getting sober.” The room suddenly felt very small. He let out a loud sigh. “Can you not let me have a little fucking fun, Jesus Christ?” he yelled abruptly, making you flinch. “You can have fun without booze, you know,” you said quietly. That’s when you felt it—a hard slap across your face. You froze and let out a quiet sob. “Fucking bitch, can’t mind her business,” he muttered under his breath before getting up and slamming your door shut, leaving you alone.
You got up from the couch slowly walking down the hallway into your bathroom the awful sight of the hard red mark on your cheek in the mirror you broke down slumping on the cold bathroom floor letting out loud sobs.
You were completely shocked sure he was loud and mean but he’d never hit you. The next month was torturous hit after slap after “I’m so sorry baby I didn’t mean it you know how I get when I drink” it was exhausting you started avoiding friends and family using heavy makeup to cover up ten bruises and marks on your skin. Until one day when he came over the first time you’d seen him sober in weeks “what’s up why’d you want me over” “Chris” you started already feeling hot tears spilling from your eyes.
“Chris I love you so much but I can’t do this anymore it’s exhausting my body hurts I can’t keep covering up bruises and I can’t be with someone who clearly doesn’t love me” you said loudly in between sobs he shifted closer making you flinch but instead of slapping or shoving you he wrapped his arms around you “shh baby I know I’m so sorry” you both sobbed in each other’s arms for hours but as the morning light broke through your curtains you woke up all alone in your bed the memories from last night quickly taking over your thoughts.
Later that night a text came through
Chris💕
“Come outside”
That confused you but you ended up getting up and throwing on your shoes and getting into his car the car ride was silent but when he killed the engine you both got out it was the spot Chris would always bring you in the beginning of your relationship before things got complicated.
After a few hours of talking tears and small kisses it was time to say goodbye. Before you knew it you both were crying “god I love you so much you deserve someone better who can treat you right” he said before pressing his forehead against yours
He pulled you into the backseat and give you a kiss it said more than words could’ve ever said but kiss lead to him slowly undressing you and taking in sight of your exposed body one last time. He slipped his jeans and his boxers off he his hard length hard and dripping precum he dragged his member along your soaked folds causing you to whine “shh baby i know” he said his voice barely able above a whisper
He slowly started thrusting into you a breathy groan escaping his lips not long after you both finished he pulled out and wrapped his arms around you slipping his sweatshirt onto you just like the old times before either of you spoke he just held you and mesmerized the feeling of you in his arms for the last time “well I think o should go” you said shakily.
He nodded letting go of you “I love you Chris I always will but this time I’m saying goodbye for the last time” you said already beginning to cry “don’t say goodbye baby just say see you later it will make this easier for me” “see you later you said” before closing the car door and making your way back to your house without looking back because maybe if you did you’d give him another chance and you can’t do that to yourself. As you stepped inside loud sobs started escaping your lips. You missed Chris dearly the feeling of him the thought of him. Weeks later you’d decided if you got to argue one last time just to atleast see his face you’d be
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˙⋆✮ 🎬 summary: you find out what your best friend does on the side for extra money, and he asks you to shoot a scene with him
requested by this ask ! ˙⋆✮ 🎬 i hope you don't mind i slightly changed the dynamic of the characters from your original request .
i don't remember where i got the dividers 😭 lmk if they're yours and i'll give credit !
It was a shock when you first stumbled upon your best friend, Chris' onlyfans page. You never imagined that he'd be the type of guy to make content like that.
That was until you stumbled across a certain video. It was only a few minutes long. Chris was leaned back in his gaming chair. You recognized his room in the back, the Thrasher posters on his walls and his black and white flannel bed sheets. The camera was panned down to his lap, and he had his fingers wrapped around his rather impressive length, his hand moving back and forth.
In a voice that was unmistakably his, he was huskily muttering under his breath praises that made your jaw drop. "Good girl." "You feel so tight around me." "That pussy's all mine."
What shocked you even more was the way your body was responding to it. You were both ashamed and captivated by the scene that played out on your laptop in front of you, his dialogue, feeling like you were seeing and hearing something you shouldn't be. Heat rushed to your face, your breath hitching as he softly moaned, still stroking himself thoughtfully and skillfully.
You understood why Chris had so many subscribers on this app. You almost considered becoming one of them when the video cut off right before he finished followed by a link to pay for a monthly subscription to see the rest.
You shut your laptop, staring in disbelief and wondering what the hell you were supposed to do with this newfound information.
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"When were you gonna tell me you have an onlyfans?" You grilled Chris the next time you saw him, unable to hide your smirk when you popped the question that had been eating away at you for days.
He chuckled, narrowing his gaze at you. "How'd you find that out? You would have had to go lookin' for it."
"Don't worry about how I found out," you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "Aren't you like worried someone's gonna find it?" You lowered your voice, scanning the people around you and making sure no one was eavesdropping on your conversation.
"No, because the people who find out went lookin' for it," he smirked, reaching out and brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. Your face flushed, but you swatted his hand away, rolled your eyes at him, and started to walk away. He reached out and stopped you. He looked down at you with a smug smile, searching your expression. "What was your favorite part?"
"You're not actually asking me that right now," you said in disbelief, glaring in his direction.
"What? You know about it, so you must have watched some of it," he teased you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Did you like it?"
"It was objectively hot," you shrugged, trying not to boost his ego too much.
"You know," he said, his eyes dropping to your full lips. "I've been getting requests to film a scene with another person."
"Okay?" You shrugged, wondering if he was saying that to make you jealous or not. "What's that have to do with me?"
"I was hoping you maybe knew someone who would want to shoot a scene with me," he smirked, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your mouth.
"What kind of scene?" You asked, cocking your head slightly to the side, your curiosity getting the better of you.
"Like a full scene. Oral, fingering, penetration, you know," Chris replied, licking his lips.
"I don't know anyone who does content like that," you shook your head, trying to stifle an embarrassed smile as you pictured Chris in your head doing all of those things to a girl.
"Not even you?" He asked, smiling down at you.
"What? Me? No, I've never done anything like that," you immediately turned down his proposal.
"But would you?" He wondered, cocking an eyebrow as he challenged you. "Would you consider it at least?"
You stood there dumbfounded, giving Chris a look like he was out of his damn mind. Of course you wouldn't film a porn. "That's the most absurd thing I've ever hear-"
Before you could finish your sentence, Chris leaned down, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he quietly whispered, "think about it." His warm breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine.
Then he walked off, leaving the ball in your court, knowing you'd fold sooner or later.
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A couple weeks later, after giving the idea some careful thought, you found yourself right where Chris wanted you - in his bed, adorned in a pretty lingerie set he'd bought for you just for this special occasion.
He sat across from you shirtless, his hand on your bare thigh, slowly drawing circles on your skin in a soothing and suggestive manner. "Nervous?" He asked, dragging his eyes up to meet yours.
"Yeah," you breathed out, a blush rushing to your cheeks.
"Don't be. No one will be able to see your face," Chris replied in a calming voice. "We're filming the raw footage today, but I'm gonna edit it and run it by you before I post it, and if you don't like anything, I'll edit it out."
"I, uh, don't really know how to fake it for the audience," you admitted, glancing nervously over at Chris' laptop as the little recording button stared back at you.
"Relax. You're not gonna need to fake anything," Chris chuckled, reaching up and caressing your cheek. You subtly leaned into his soft touch, your gaze flicking up at him. "I'm gonna make you feel really good, okay?"
You nodded, feeling reassured by his soothing voice.
With his hand still gently resting on your face, he leaned in to kiss you. Your eyes fluttered shut as his luscious lips captivated your own, stealing your breath away and making your head spin with scenarios you hadn't pictured until a couple weeks ago when you first discovered that Chris was basically a moonlight pornstar.
His tongue slipped into your mouth, the kiss growing more passionate and making your stomach flutter with arousal as he softly brushed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You almost forgot you were doing this for business with how romantic the kiss was and how effortlessly wet Chris had you already.
Chris pulled away, just long enough to take you in, his eyes tracing the neckline of the black lace you were in. "Fuck. Look at you," he rasped under his breath, admiring your form.
After he eyed you up and down a few times like he'd been imagining you naked for years, his lips latched onto your neck. Your eyes rolled around in your head as you tilted it to the side, offering better access. His lips felt so soft and wet, and a moan slipped through as he continued to a kiss a particularly sensitive spot.
"How does that feel?" He softly cooed against the crook of your neck, suckling on it and starting to move down to your collar bone.
"Good," you breathed in response, already feeling more at ease than when the two of you had first started filming.
He took that as a green light to go further. He snagged the strap of your bra, slowly pulling down the black lace, revealing your breast. His blue eyes flickered down to your nipple and back up at you before he took it into his mouth, making you gasp.
He swirled his tongue around, feeling it harden in response. He closed his lips down around your peak and gently hummed against it, sending a vibration through you. Your hand flew up to his head, holding him in place as he softly suckled on your nipple.
He grabbed your hips, pulling you down closer to him on the bed and started to lay you down on your back. He pulled down the other strap, revealing your other breast. "Look at how pretty these are," he whispered, gently grabbing a handful in both hands as he alternated thoughtfully sucking on each one.
You cried out in pleasure, your back arching off the bed. Chris chuckled with your right breast in his mouth, loving your response.
"Am I making you wet?" Chris asked, pausing to look up at you as he reached behind your back, undoing your bra with one hand. You responded with a nervous giggle as your bra fell from your frame, embarrassed by just how wet you were. "Guess I'll have to have a look for myself, hmm?"
He dropped his gaze, fixing his eyes between your spread open legs as he hooked his finger into the flimsy fabric that was covering your soaked cunt. You bit your lip, looking down at him with a sheepish expression.
Chris had never seen these parts of you before and the fact that he was doing a reveal on camera made your clit throb.
"Look at that," he purred, his hungry gaze fixed between your thighs as he pulled your panties to the side, exposing your cunt. He gently ran his finger along your slit, making you shudder. "You're dripping."
You bit down on your lip, doing your best to contain a moan as Chris started to circle your entrance with his middle finger. You gasped, your eyes widnening when he slipped it inside of you, feeling your warm cunt stretch around it.
"So tight," he muttered, moving his finger in and out of your drooling hole. "And all mine. Can you say that for me? Say it's all mine?" He cooed condescendingly.
"It's all yours," you whimpered obediently, clenching around him. He grinned up at you devilishly, adding another finger. You gripped the comforter beneath you as he lowered his head, leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach and your hips, his soft lips tickling your skin.
You could feel his hot breath ghosting over your heat, making you shiver as he continued south, his mouth just inches from your pussy. He looked up at you for a moment, a smug smirk plastered to his face as he took in your desperate expression, his finger still slowly working in and out of you.
Without warning, he spit on your folds, making you squirm beneath him. He stared down at his saliva glistening on your pussy and slowly massaged it into your clit with his thumb. You bit down on your lip, throwing your head back again at the sensation.
"I bet you want me to eat it, don't you?" He cooed, smiling smugly from between your legs. You eagerly nodded, practically begging him with your eyes as you looked back down at him with a glazed over expression.
He dipped his head down below your waist, chuckling darkly as his cheek brushed against the inside of your thigh, tickling you. He inhaled, taking in the scent of your arousal as he pistoned his fingers faster. Your head fell back once more when his tongue darted out and gently flickered over your clit.
You tightened your grip on his sheets, desperate for something to hold onto while he teased you with his tongue, swirling it in circles over your most sensitive spot. His blue eyes flicked up to meet yours every few minutes as if silently checking in on you and reading your body language for what you liked.
He closed his lips down around your pink bud, gently suckling on it while you writhed beneath him. Your chest rose and fell with every deepening breath. Your eyelids grew heavy with lust as you peered down at his head between your legs.
You ran your fingers through his messy brown hair again, encouraging him to keep going. He sped up his movements, plunging his fingers into you faster and deeper, his tongue rapidly dancing over your clit.
A string of moans and profanities streamed uncontrollably from your lips. Your legs started to tremble, pressure building deep inside you and your control slowly slipping away. Chris didn't let up, subduing you with his tongue and fingers, eating you like a starving man as you bucked your hips, grinding against his face.
Pleasure surged through your body as you reached the point of no return. The knot in your belly pulled tight, and you suddenly felt the tension break. Your pussy rhythmically pulsed around Chris' fingers, and your clit throbbed against his tongue as you finished. You closed your legs down around his head as he slurped up all your juices. You shook underneath him, seeing stars, your digits still threaded into his hair.
"Oh my god," you whispered breathlessly as he lifted his head from between your thighs. "That was incredible."
Chris glanced up at you, a satisfied smirk on his lips, his chin coated in your arousal. He slowly retracted his fingers from your cunt, licking them clean as he held eye contact. You could still hear a ringing in your ears accompanied by the sound of blood rushing back to your head as you recovered.
"You didn't fake it, did you?" Chris asked smugly, taking a subtle jab at you for questioning his abilities at the start.
You giggled in response, covering your blushing face with your trembling hands. "I don't think I could have put on that convincing of a performance."
"Well, I hope you have more in you, because we're not done yet," Chris replied, coming up to kiss you. His lips crashed into yours, filling your tastebuds with your own flavor.
You placed a hand on his chest, slowly moving it down his abs. "Keep going," he whispered against your lips, encouraging you to go lower.
"You're so hard," you gasped as your hand dipped curiously below his waist, palming him through his boxers.
"Yeah, look what you did," he mumbled, placing his hand on top of yours and making you stroke him through the soft fabric, smirking against your lips. "Wanna see it?"
"Mhmm," you eagerly nodded, breaking away from the kiss and looking into his dreamy blue eyes.
"Then take a look for yourself," he responded, situating himself on the bed and leaning back against a pillow.
You smiled up at him, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth. You hooked your fingers into his waistband, already impressed with his size by the outline of it in his underwear and what you'd seen on his onlyfans page. You slowly pulled them down, and Chris lifted his hips to help you take them off.
Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped when it sprung free from his boxers. Sure, you'd already seen it, but the videos Chris took didn't do it justice. It was big and veiny, and it hit his stomach with a heavy thud, a bead of precum already waiting impatiently at his swollen tip.
Your tongue darted out from behind your lips, wetting them as you admired his cock that was standing at attention just for you. His length throbbed under your examination, loving the way you responded to it.
You extended your arm, reaching out for his dick, and you wrapped your slender fingers around his thickness. A moan slipped through Chris' lips as you gave him the first stroke. You gazed up at him, capturing his pretty blue eyes with your own, watching them glaze over as you continued your ministrations.
You still couldn't believe it. If someone had told you a month ago that you'd be stroking Chris' cock while he filmed it, you would've called bullshit, and yet, the act you were engaging in felt like it was satisfying some deep need that you didn't even know you had.
"Why don't you lick it clean?" He asked, smirking at you, motioning towards the clear drop that pearled at his tip. You leaned in, dragging your tongue from the backside of the head and licking a stripe across his pink mushroom, cleaning it up and making him moan in response. His hand instinctively flew up to rest on your cheek. "That's it. Atta girl."
He stroked your cheekbone with his thumb as you parted your lips and wrapped them around his tip. You hummed against all his never endings, sending vibrations through his cock as you continued to stroke his shaft. He let out a breathy exhale at the sensation. You took more of him, slinking your lips down his length, your soft tongue massaging the underside of his cock.
One moment, you were completely in control. The next, Chris' fingers were tangled in your hair, gently holding your head down as he lead you through the motions. You submitted to him, letting him use your mouth however he wanted, his hips slightly lifting off the bed as he fed you more of his cock.
"You're too fuckin' good at this," Chris rasped, almost accusingly. He kept his gaze on you the entire time, cherishing how hot it looked to watch his length disappear behind your plump lips that were perfect for sucking cock if you'd asked his opinion.
You hollowed out your cheeks, bobbing up and down as Chris guided you, setting the pace he liked. Waves of pleasure echoed through him as you squeezed the base, still pumping his cock back and forth.
He peered down at you with a blissful look, his pink lips parting around a moan and his hooded eyes that twinkled with lust. You felt him twitch in your mouth, more precum spilling onto your tongue as he started to get close.
He held your head down again, making you take more of him. His tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat, making you softly gag. He couldn't get enough of the way you looked, the way you sounded, or the way you felt with your lips wrapped perfectly around his cock.
He tightened his grip on your hair, combing a few loose strands out of the way as his head fell back against his headboard with a soft thud.
"Fuck," he grunted loudly, his dick pulsing and his balls tightening as he pumped your mouth full with his hot, sticky cum. You swallowed graciously, not letting a single drop go to waste. You sucked him dry, pulling off with a pop. "You're kiddin' me. That was insane."
You wiped a bit of drool from your mouth, flashing him a mischevious smile, proud of yourself for making him cum that hard. He stared down at you with a fucked out expression and a smile plastered to his face as he called his breath back to him.
"Where'd you get so good at that?" Chris purred, pulling you on top of him as he kissed you again, still breathless. You chuckled against his lips.
In one swift motion, Chris rolled over, pinning you down between his mattress and his body. You gasped, surprised by how quickly he ended up on top of you again. He wedged his long fingers into the elastic of your panties, and you kicked up your feet, helping him slip them down off your legs.
Goosebumps scattered in the wake of his fingers brushing against the inside of your thighs, anticipation causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand on end. He spread you open, the cold air hitting your wet heat.
Chris leaned in again, spitting on your cunt, watching his saliva mix with your arousal. You bit down on your lip, clenching around nothing as he neared your hole with his still hard cock. "Can you tell me it's mine?" He purred, slapping his tip repeatedly against your pussy.
"It's all yours," you whispered, watching him tease you.
He smirked down at you, prodding at your entrance and slowly running the head of his dick through your shiny folds. You let out a soft whimper as it brushed against your swollen clit, driving you wild. "Gonna be a good girl and take my cock?"
You nodded energetically. "Please?"
"Since you asked so nicely," he rasped, slipping the tip inside and making your jaw drop. He grunted, feeling your walls flutter around him to accommodate his size.
"I'm going to ruin you. Show everyone who this pussy belongs to," he huskily told you, making your stomach flip with excitement as he pushed it in a few more inches.
"So big," you cried out from under him, clawing at the bedding again when he started to move his hips.
Slowly but surely, he worked it in the rest of the way in. "That's it. Take it all." His words sent shivers down your spine.
He held still inside you for a moment, still bottomed out in your hole while his blue eyes bore into your soul. He took it out all the way before slamming back into you, earning a pleasured yelp from you. Your walls clenched around him, sucking him in.
Suddenly, he pulled out of you, and he started to manhandle your body, flipping you onto your side. "Turn around," he ordered you. You allowed him to toss you about, climbing to your hands and knees as he pulled you closer to him by your hips.
He admired your perfectly-shaped ass as he guided his tip towards your cunt. He pushed it in again, making your back arch and a sexy moan fall from your lips. You felt so full. He licked his lips, placing both hands on your waist as he rocked his hips, pumping into you.
"Fuck. It's so big," you whimpered, loving how deep the new angel was.
"I know. I know," he cooed, slowly fucking you and feeling how good you squeezed him in return.
You glanced to your left, watching yourself get fucked on the screen. The fact that people were going to see it nearly sent you over the edge right there.
His fingers found their way into your hair. He wrapped his fist around a handful of your locks, tugging on them and using you as leverage as he sped up his thrusts.
"Oh my fucking god," you moaned inbetween staggered breaths.
"That's it, baby. Gonna ruin you for everyone to see." Your cunt throbbed around his length in response to his comments. Not only was Chris a god in bed, but he knew exactly what to say to put you under his spell.
You clutched his flannel sheets, squeezing the fabric until your knuckles started to lose color. You couldn't take much more. Chris' constant reminders about how you were all his while he pounded his cock into you deep and hard were threatening to have you come undone at any given moment.
Chris tugged on your hair again, pulling your hips back into him. His thrusts started to lose their rhythm, the both of you growing closer with each thrust. Chris could feel you losing composure. "Cum all over my cock," he gravelled under his breath.
Suddenly, you were a writhing, pathetic mess, your body becoming limp as Chris finished you off. You pulsed around him, cumming all over his cock just like he'd ordered you to. Your walls tightened around him, sending him over the edge shortly after.
He withdrew at the last second, getting dangerously close to pumping you full of his silky, hot cum. Instead, he released onto your backside, watching it glaze your skin as he squeezed every last drop out, pumping his length in his hand.
He finished with a few groans, feeling his cock twitch against his palm. "Fuck," he grumbled followed by a heavy panting. He reached over and grabbed something to wipe you off with, admiring the mess one last time before he cleaned it up. "And scene," he chuckled as if he were directing a movie.
He reached over and stopped the recording as you collapsed onto his bed, still trying to regulate your breathing and recover from the intensity of the night. "Wow. That was hot," you admitted.
"Maybe we could watch it back together," Chris shrugged, glancing over at you with a smug smirk. "And if we don't like it, maybe we could film it again."
You playfully pushed against his arm. "Hmm. I don't know. Sounds like you're just trying to get into my pants again," you joked.
"Maybe. Who says this whole thing wasn't to get into your pants?" He teased you back.
I feel like nobody makes good angst and fluff series’s anymore like someone tag me in a series with Matt or Chris. Since everyone is always writing smut I love it but I want an actual series
Summary: Every summer, seventeen-year-old Delphine ashford spends three months in the sleepy coastal town of white cap cove with her grandparents — long days filled with salt air, old bookstores, and the sound of waves crashing against the docks. She’s always seen the town as temporary, a place she visits before returning to her real life in the city.
That changes when she meets Matt.
Matt is quiet, restless, and impossible to fully understand — the kind of boy who smells like seawater and cigarette smoke, who skips stones at midnight and knows every hidden place along the coast. What starts as a fleeting summer friendship slowly turns into something deeper as the two spend endless nights driving along the shoreline, sneaking onto empty beaches, and sharing secrets neither of them have told anyone else.
But summer in whitecap cove never lasts forever. And as August slips away, Delphine realizes falling in love with Matt might mean leaving a piece of herself behind when the tide carries her home again.
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