pairing: sub!chris x switch!reader x dom!readers girlfriend
warnings: sub!chris, name calling, use of the nickname mutt, chris gets called stupid, pegging!!!, strap on, oral (fem receiving), hand job, chris being restrained, chris riding strap, chris is a whiny bitch, mean dom!readers girlfriend, orgasm control, no aftercare, uh lmk if there's more!!
authors note: this is dedicated to @aliaratawitchtrial because she was looking for it and i said i got you, but also dedicated to my girlfriend who notoriously hates chris and loves when i write readers girlfriend being mean to him <3
You moaned, back arched and legs spread. Chris's arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer as his tongue worked through your folds, exploring your core and lapping up your juices. He was teasing you with the way he avoided your clit, circling around it making you grip his hair and tug at it. "Babe," you whined softly to your girlfriend. "He's teasing," you ratted him out without a second thought making him groan and glare up at you through his lashes. Your girlfriend shook her head, letting out a low, evil laugh.
She got on her knees behind him, grabbing his hips and pulling them up roughly making him grunt. He wanted to say something but you used your hand to hold him in place, not caring if he could breathe and to be fair, he didn't care either. His tongue finally found your clit making you moan out, head falling back. "Oh, now you stop teasing?" Your girlfriend asked chris, she gripped his ass roughly, spreading his cheeks before spitting at his ring of muscles. She used her thumb to massage at the ring of muscles. Chris moaned softly into your cunt. "I don't want to hear any noises from you, mutt. You focus on making my girlfriend cum. Understood?" Your girlfriends voice was demanding and rude, just how chris liked it. His cock twitched between his legs, precum leaking from his poor aching cock. He nodded the best he could, making a noise in agreement. "Good boy," your girlfriend said, the praise alone made a moan bubble in his throat but he held back, focusing on sucking at your clit making you moan out. Your back arched further as you rolled your hips slightly, grinding against his face.
Your girlfriend slicked up her strap, pressing the tip against Chris's rim. His grip on your thighs tightened. "Relax, unless you want it to hurt," your girlfriend said, smoothing over his ass, he pulled up for just a moment taking a breath, letting it out slowly before relaxing. That was your girlfriend's cue to push in and she did. Chris groaned against your cunt, his fingers surely leaving bruises. Your girlfriend bottomed out. You weren't moaning, making her look at you. You bit down on your bottom lip, chris was so focused on the stretch, the fullness, his aching cock, he wasn't doing anything.
Your girlfriend tsked, gently pushing your hand off his head. You removed your hand from his hair and then she grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his head up roughly. "Do you want me to fuck you?" She asked, leaning into his ear. Chris tried to nod but couldn't, "yes- yes." He said, his voice whiney. "Then make my fucking girlfriend cum. And dont even fucking think about cumming." She said, chris loved it, loved every second of it. and once again his cock was twitching. "y-yes ma'am," he said, voice slightly strained. Your girlfriend pushed his head back down between your thighs and he immediately got to work.
He pulled you as close as he could, focusing on your clit, alternating between sucking and flicking at the bundle of nerves making you moan. Your girlfriend smiled, those noises like music to her ears. She grabbed Chris's hips, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. She sat a bruising pace, the tip of her silicone cock hitting that spongy spot inside chris that made him see stars. He was doing everything to focus, sucking hard, and losing his rhythm but it still felt good. You put your hand back on his head, holding him in place as you grinding against his tongue, taking it into your own hands. You used Chris's mouth like a toy, grinding against him till your thighs began to shake.
Chris wasn't any better, he couldn't hold back his moans, his cock ached and was twitching, begging to be touched. He reached down, his hand finding his cock. Your girlfriend stilled. She didn't say a word, grabbing both of his hands, holding them behind his back, "stupid fucking mutt," she muttered, chris almost came from that, he was trapped now, hands stuck behind his back and his head trapped under your hand holding his head in place as you used him to get off. He was completely helpless and that only turned him on more. "Oh- oh fuck- im cumming," you cried out, your orgasm tearing through you. Your legs closed around Chris's head for a moment before you opened your legs again. Chris laid his head against your thigh, moaning, even drooling. He was fucked out and out of breath.
You gently stroked his hair, watching as your girlfriend fucked him, her pace slowed down, slow languid thrusts in and out. He started to whine, pushing back against the strap. "Oh? Is this not enough?" Your girlfriend asked and chris quickly shook his head, "n-no- please- just.. i wanna cum," he whined. "Okay." Your girlfriend said, leaving chris confused on how she agreed so quickly. But then she was changing positions. She let go of his hands, grabbing his hips, she pulled him back, keeping her strap inside him as she moved to sit back on her ass, chris was now on top. He was on his knees, straddling her, reverse cowgirl position. He groaned, "no.. please I don't wanna ride.." he whined, fully seating on her lap.
Your girlfriend used her finger to call you over in a come hither motion which you did. You got on your knees, between your girlfriend's legs and in front of chris. "Wrap your hand around his cock for me baby," she instructed and you did as you were told. You spit on your hand wrapping it around his cock, you moved up and down slowly but your girlfriend shook her head, "no baby, just keep it still, if he wants to cum he has to work for it." She said and you nodded, you couldn't help the little smirk that showed up on your face.
Chris whined again, "b-but-" he started but your girlfriend shook her head, "Get to work mutt." She said and chris groaned but did, he rose up then back down. He began to ride, his cock moved up and down in your grip with each time he moved up and down. He was moaning, his head falling back against your girlfriend shoulder. He felt so full, the tip of her strap hitting his spongy spot again. "P-please- please help me," he lifted his head and looked at you, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. He was asking you because he knew you were weak. "Don't." Your girlfriend said sternly and you nodded. "Sorry," you mumbled to chris, gently squeezing his cock as he moved making him moan louder. He was struggling but the struggle didn't stop the bubbling in his tummy, the band stretching and threatening to snap soon.
"C-can- may i- fuck- cum?" Chris asked, breathing heavily and moaning between almost each word. "Yes, you earned it." Your girlfriend said proudly. "Cum for us," you smiled and chris cried out, throwing his head back as spurts of cum erupted from his cock, costing your hand and his tummy. "oh- oh fuck," chris finally stopped riding, stilling on your girlfriend cock. He was breathing heavily, thighs burning like crazy. "Holy shit- girls do that regularly?" He asked making you and your girlfriend giggle. "Riding is a workout," you nodded, grabbing some tissues to wipe him clean. "You'll get used to it," your girlfriend said, patting his head. "Won't you, mutt?" She asked and chris groaned but nodded. He'd do anything they told him to.
synopsis — after months of celibacy, chris finds himself unable to bring himself to orgasm with his own hand, turning to his best friend in desperation. things can’t quite reach an intimate level when chris cums too fast.
word count — 2.6k
it’s been months since chris last felt the warmth of another person's touch, his celibacy a self-imposed punishment for a relationship that ended bitterly. he had agreed to the terms stupid bet with his ex, thinking it would help him move on, but all it did was leave him constantly horny and irritable.
the bet had seemed like a good idea at the time—mutual celibacy until one of them found someone new, a way to prove they could move on without crawling back to each other. but three months in, chris was raw with frustration, his hand calloused from overuse, his sleep fractured by dreams that always ended just as things got good.
the frustration had become a constant ache in his bones, a low hum beneath his skin that made him snap at coworkers and stare too long at strangers in the grocery store. he'd tried everything—cold showers, long runs, jerking off to increasingly desperate fantasies—but nothing scratched the itch.
lying in bed, chris's hand wandered down to his boxers on its own accord, fingertips brushing against his stiffening dick. he told himself he'd just touch it a little, try to take the edge off without actually cumming. but as soon as his palm wrapped around his shaft, he knew he was fucked.
his dick was already half-hard from just thinking about it, and after three months? that felt like being starved and suddenly holding a steak. he stroked slowly, thumb swiping over the slick head, and let out a shaky breath. "not a full hand job. just gotta... calm it down." he groans to himself, giving it a squeeze that was supposed to be punishing but felt too good.
his hand moved on autopilot, stroking slow and lazy, thumb swiping over the slit to spread the wetness already leaking there. his hips twitched, pushing into his grip, and he let out a breath that came out too shaky, too desperate. "fuck, come on," he groaned, squeezing tighter, twisting his wrist.
his strokes slowed, thumb circling the head almost lazily, his thumb dipped lower, tracing the vein under his cock, and then—suddenly—his mind conjured up his best friend of 8 years: the curve of your waist, the way you laugh at his stupid jokes, the low cut of your shirts. how you smelled like vanilla when you hugged him. fuck. he stopped mid-stroke, dick twitching in his grip.
he quickly pulls his hand away, staring at his dick like it betrayed him. "not helping," he mutters, grabbing his phone instead. he opens up your contact in his phone—pinned. "Yo" he types, trying to keep it casual. "You busy?" he types out, trying to maintain a nonchalant tone although he’s nearly busting at the seams.
when your reply comes back "uhh not rn, why?" he smiles at your reply, his thumb hovering over the keyboard as he considers his response. "Can you come over?" the screen stayed dark for agonizing seconds before two words lit up his phone: "yea! omw" no questions, no hesitation. his lips curled into a tired smile as his hand instantly drifted back to his cock, now leaking embarrassingly, and he resumed stroking—but this time with purpose.
five minutes. he made it five minutes without cumming before stopping, panting, cock purple and throbbing in his fist. seven minutes, he added, massaging his aching balls experimentally because what the fuck, no one had touched him in months. nine minutes, he was on his knees, forehead pressed against the mattress, dick jacked out, balls aching and desperate.
"fuck," he breathed, squeezing his balls gently, something he hadn't done in months because it always made him too close too fast. now he was doing it on purpose, teasing himself right on the edge because he knew you'd be there any second.
when the knock finally came seven minutes later—you'd come fast—he yanked the door open before you could even raise your fist again. and there he stood: hair shoved in every direction, eyes dark and pupils blown, sweat beaded along his stubbled jaw and neck, chest heaving under his t-shirt like he'd been running.
“hey—oh, are you okay?” there you are in all your vanilla-scented glory, probably thinking you were coming over to watch a movie or eat junk food or whatever the fuck friends did. and he was a mess. "yeah, i'm fine," he lied, running a hand through his hair and making it even messier. he was painfully hard, dick tenting his sweatpants obscenely, and he prayed you wouldn't look down. "it’s just... hot in here." he stepped aside to let you in, trying to play it cool.
you stepped inside, closing the door behind you and looking around the messy area with a small smile. you were used to his disorganization. but as you turned back to face him, your eyes inevitably drifted down... and widened slightly at the obvious tent in his sweatpants. "um... chris?"
his heart raced as your eyes locked onto his dick. he knew you could see the outline, the wet spot where he'd been leaking nonstop. fuck, fuck, fuck. before you could say anything else, he blurted out, "i need to show you something in my room."
he grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward his bedroom before you could protest, heart pounding. the second you were through the door, he kicked it closed and turned to face you, backing you against it. his hand slid up your thigh, fingers hooking into your waistband. "three months," he breathed, dark eyes searching your face. "i can't fucking focus."
his self-control snapped completely as he pressed himself against you, his hard cock rubbing shamelessly against your stomach. "please," he begged quietly, his hands gripping your waist possessively. "i've been so fucking good... let me touch you, just once." his voice cracked slightly. he pressed his forehead against yours, breathing hard. "god, i sound pathetic, but i'm serious. you can say no. i won't be mad. i just... fuck, i need to touch you. even if it's just over your clothes. i'm desperate here."
some time later ── .✦
two of his slender fingers pump slowly into your wet pussy, watching you arch and moan on his bed, was exactly what he needed. three months of denial and now he was drowning in your whimpers and the sight of your tits bouncing. "fuck, you're so wet," your moans were killing him. "look at you," he murmured, voice rough with arousal.
his free hand splayed possessively across your stomach, thumb brushing over your clit with each thrust. his voice came out soft and dirty, "taking my fingers so well." he shifted slightly, leaning forward between your spread legs to get a better view of his fingers disappearing inside you.
he bit his lower lip, trying to hold back the dirty words that wanted to spill out. but some slipped past his guard. "you're dripping all over my hand... can you even handle more than two fingers?" his voice was a low, teasing murmur, his eyes locked onto where his fingers were disappearing inside you. he curled them again, hitting your spot repeatedly, making your legs shake.
your body responded instantly, thighs trembling, back arching off the bed. he could feel your walls clenching around his fingers, that perfect tightness he'd been dreaming about for months. a low chuckle escaped him as he watched you fall apart. "that's what i thought," he murmured, adding a third finger slowly, stretching you open.
he grabbed both your legs and pushed them open wider, exposing you completely as he slowly thrust all three fingers in and out. your uncomfortable hitches and whimpers only fuelled his arousal. he could feel your tightness enveloping his fingers perfectly. "shh, just feel it..."
"relax your legs," he commanded softly, pulling out his fingers slightly before pushing them back in, feeling your tightness wrap around him. "so tight like this.." he slowed down his thrusts, watching your face for any discomfort.
as he watched your face, he couldn't help but notice the slight discomfort etched into your features. he continued to slowly finger you, hoping the added stimulation of his thumb brushing over your clit would help. but when your legs continued to tremble uncontrollably, he decided he'd had enough of teasing.
without warning, he pulled his fingers out and quickly unbuckled his belt, shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing erection. he grabbed your hips and flipped you over onto your stomach, lifting your hips up so you were on your knees, face pressed into the mattress. "gonna make this stretch feel so much better,"
he lined himself up behind you, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. he was bigger than his fingers, thicker and longer, and he knew it might hurt at first. but he also knew once you adjusted, it would feel so much better than three fingers ever could.
without giving you time to think about it or get nervous, he pushed forward, the head of his cock sliding into your tight walls. you let out a small "oh!" into the pillow, your hands gripping the sheets. "just the head," he murmured, knowing full well that wouldn’t be the case. he gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he bottomed out inside you. he was fully sheathed, his balls pressed against your thighs.
all the time of built-up tension made him impossibly large - throbbing and pulsing inside you, veins prominent along his shaft, his cock even more engorged and sensitive than usual. he'd been stroking himself raw during those lonely nights, but nothing compared to the real thing. the way you clenched around him made his vision blur. "fffuck-"
his veins bulged, the sensitive head of his dick hitting your deepest spot immediately. he felt so fucking huge, so full, and he could already feel those dangerous tingles at the base of his spine.
the moment he bottomed out inside you, his eyes rolled back slightly. he was already feeling the familiar tingles at the base of his spine, his balls tightening instantly. he'd always made fun of guys who came too fast, but here he was—already on the edge after just pushing inside you. the urge to spill a load inside you was strong, but he had to ignore it.
he bit his lower lip hard, gripping your hips so tight he was sure you'd have finger-shaped bruises later. his cock twitched inside you, desperate to release. he closed his eyes, breathing hard through his nose, trying to get himself under control. fuck, fuck, fuck—not yet he thought desperately. he couldn't be one of those guys, everyone would know he came after 10 seconds.
“holy shit…” he was one shallow thrust away from embarrassing himself. he stayed still, breathing heavily, trying to get a grip.
he was still buried deep inside you, not moving an inch, just trying to will his over-sensitive cock to calm down. he'd never felt so out of control during sex before. your tightness was milking his dick perfectly, making it harder to think straight. he was silently praying to every god he knew for control, trying not to move his hips because he knew one thrust would finish him off.
he was usually the guy who could last hours, not the guy who came after one thrust. but instead here he was, balls deep, barely moving, counting imaginary ceiling tiles in his head to get past the edge. you shifted slightly beneath him, and he let out a strangled groan, his whole body tensing up. "d-don't move," he breathed out, voice strained.
you turn your head back to look at him, confusion filling your eyes. "give me... give me a second," he managed to croak out, his voice strained and broken. his eyes looked up at the ceiling, trying to ground himself. his cock pulsed inside you, twitching and twitching and twitching. but he couldn't let go. he refused to let go. not yet. not now. not ever if he could help it.
your walls clenched around him involuntarily, and he let out a broken groan, his entire body tensing. fuck. he could feel your walls fluttering around him, your body adjusting to his size, and he knew if you moved again he'd lose. he could feel the precum already leaking from his tip, his cock throbbing so hard it almost hurt.
"chris?" you whispered softly, unaware of what was happening behind you. he turned his head to look at you, his gaze dark and desperate. "don't... don't talk to me right now," he warned, his voice barely above a whisper. he could feel the wetness of your arousal coating his shaft, making him slide around inside you.
"you okay?" you ask, looking back at him with what he could only describe as innocent curiosity. no, he wasn't okay. he was clinging to his dignity by a thread, his cock pulsing and leaking and desperate to paint your insides white. but he couldn't admit it. not to you. not to anyone.
"i'm fine," he lied through gritted teeth, trying to sound normal when he felt anything but it. you shifted underneath him again, and he saw stars, his hands gripping your hips tightly to keep you still. "seriously, just... just don't move right now," his cock was throbbing so hard inside you that it hurt, the head of it pulsating and leaking pre-cum.
you could feel him trembling above you, his whole body tense and rigid. thr hand that wasn't gripping your hip was fisted in the bedsheets, knuckles white. you could sense his internal struggle, his cock twitching and jumping inside you like it had a mind of its own. "chris, your cock is... it's shaking," you murmured, trying to understand.
"i'm trying to be gentle, okay? i'm trying to not fuck you like an animal," he admitted, voice strained and raw. every second inside you was torture. he wanted to move, to thrust, to pound into you until you couldn't walk straight, but he knew if he did that, he'd last three strokes max. you stayed still, processing his words.
but, your curiosity won out over his warning. you pushed back against him just slightly, testing the waters. it was the smallest of movements, barely an inch, but it was enough. chris let out a choked cry as his entire body tensed up, his cock swelling even larger inside you if that was even possible. and then it happened—he came. hard.
you felt something warm and wet pulsing inside you, but it took your brain a second to put the pieces together because he came so suddenly and violently. when you realized what was happening, you gasped softly, eyes widening as you felt jet after jet of hot cum filling you up completely.
his sensitive cock continued to jerk inside you, more cum leaking out with each spasm. he'd just experienced the most intense orgasm of his life, and you had no idea what had just happened. he was completely shocked—embarrassed even.
"what—" he started, but another spasm hit and he groaned loudly, his hips twitching involuntarily as another thick rope shot deep inside you. his whole body was trembling, his cock so oversensitive that every twitch felt like it could set him off again. you looked back at him with wide eyes. "chris, are you... still—" "no."
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