contains- kissing, spitting obvs, pet names, lowercase intended.
matts hands roamed your body like he’d never ever touched you while he was on top of you. his grasp on his every grip sending chills down your spine as he kissed you.
his lips withdrew from yours as he gazes into your eyes, taking one of his hands and cupping your chin gently while biting his lip.
he then kisses you again, more roughly, hungrily. his tongue pushes its way into your mouth earning a whine from you.
he pulls away once more, a string of saliva separating the both of you, only turning him on more.
your eyes meet his as you look into them lustfully, in which he responds by gripping your hair, tilting your head back, his grip on the back of your hair gentle as he does so. “open” he urges, cocking his head to one side.
you feel your heartbeat intensify at his demand, your breath hitching in your throat as you oblige, opening your mouth slightly “more” he scoffs as he grips your hair a little rougher, but not enough to hurt you.
you blush shyly as you open your mouth a little more, giving him easier access. “good girl” he says as he spits in your mouth. you close your mouth, still looking at him. his grip on the back of your hair rough. “swallow” he demands as he traces your jawline with his free hand.
you do what he says and swallow every last drop. “that’s my good girl” he smirks “so fuckin’ pretty” he praises as he lets his grip on you go.
CONTENTS: smut-heavy plot ・dom!reader・degradation & humiliation・STRAP SUCKINNNN w lots of spit talk sorry i like it messy lol + more WC: 781
Chris had been a problem all. damn. day.
Mouthy, bratty, testing limits like he was begging to be put in his place. Running that smart mouth with little smirks and snide comments, knowing exactly what he was doing—poking and prodding, waiting for you to snap.
You’d let him have his fun though. Let him wind himself up like a toy with all that attitude, spitting out backtalk like he thought he wouldn’t have to pay for it later.
But now?
Now, he was on his knees, looking up at you with those pretty, glassy blue eyes, lips swollen and wet as he panted around the thick strap you had stuffed down his throat.
“That shut you up real quick, huh?” You cooed, tilting his chin up so he had no choice but to look at you, tears pricking at his lashes from the sheer stretch of it. “What happened to all that talking, baby? Thought you had a whole lot to say.”
Chris whined, a garbled, wrecked little sound, drool slipping past his lips and dripping down his chin as he struggled to take you deeper. His hands gripped your thighs, knuckles white as he tried to steady himself, but you could feel how he trembled, how desperate he was already.
You tutted, stroking his cheek with mock sympathy. “Aw, poor baby. Thought you were so big and bad. What happened?”
He blinked up at you, cheeks flushing deep red. He tried to speak around the stretch, tried to answer, but all that came out was another broken gag as you pushed in just a little deeper, watching his throat bob.
“ s’too much?” you teased, voice dripping with condescension. “Can’t handle it? Funny, ’cause you were sure acting like you could take whatever I gave you earlier. What was it you said? That I ‘wasn’t shit’? That I ‘couldn’t do anything’ to you?” You clicked your tongue, gripping his jaw and smirking at the way his eyes fluttered at the control. “And now look at you. Fuckin’ pathetic.”
Chris groaned, shifting on his knees, and you knew the telltale signs—knew the way his hips subtly rutted, the way his thighs tensed. You pulled out with a wet pop, watching him gasp for breath, spit stringing between his lips and the silicone, his pupils blown wide as he blinked up at you.
“You close already?” you asked sweetly, tapping the head of the strap against his flushed, swollen lips. “Gonna make a mess just from getting your mouth fucked a little?”
He shook his head frantically, but the way his hips rocked forward told you otherwise.
You laughed, mean and syrupy. “Oh, baby, you are, aren’t you?” You bent down, gripping his face in one hand, smearing spit over his cheek with your thumb. “Really gonna cum in your pants just from sucking cock? That’s embarrassing, sweet boy. You really that needy?”
Chris whimpered, nodding, voice hoarse. “Please—”
“Please what?” You mocked, rubbing the tip against his lips again, watching how he tried to chase it, desperate to have it back.
You pulled it just out of reach, tilting your head as if you were actually considering giving him what he wanted. “Use your words, baby. Since you had so many earlier, shouldn’t be too hard, right?”
Chris whimpered again, blinking up at you, cheeks burning with humiliation. “Please—please let me—”
“Please let you what?” you interrupted, tone saccharine. “Choke on it? Help you make a mess all over yourself like the needy little slut you are?”
His breath hitched, thighs clenching where he knelt.
You let out a low chuckle, finally tapping the tip against his tongue. “Go on, Be a good boy and take it.”
Chris didn’t hesitate, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked you in, groaning when you pushed deep enough to have his throat fluttering around it.
“Thaaaaat’s it,” you praised, fingers threading through his curls, tugging just enough to make him moan around the stretch. “s’much better when your mouth’s stuffed full, huh?”
He hummed around you, glassy-eyed and desperate, saliva spilling past his lips as you thrust in shallowly, watching his throat bob with every push.
“Messy thing,” you murmured, faux sympathy dripping from your tone, running your fingers through his curls before fisting them, tilting his head back until his throat was bared to you. “You wanted it that bad?”
“Yes,” he breathed, voice raw, eyes wide and glassy.
You hummed, amused, pressing the head against his lips again, letting him just barely taste it. “Gonna show me you can handle it?”
Chris nodded frantically, mouth already opening for you again.
authors note: actually dk ab this BUT but let me cook n get comfy w really unleashing the freak yall..didn’t name my blog darksturnz for no reason 😓!
You let out a heavy sigh, flipping over to lay on your back, seeing Matt tower over you with lidded eyes. He was still breathing heavily, watching the mixture of his and your cum reach the surface of your pussy, leaking out onto his soft mattress. As you laid there, a wave of guilt washed over you, no longer clouded by the lust you'd felt just minutes prior. You just fucked your ex-boyfriend in the middle of the night. And he filmed it. Your eyes shut tight, rubbing your hands over your face and groaning before burying your face in a pillow near your head.
"Don't act like you didn't want it baby," Matt coos with fake sympathy, cold blue eyes watching you wallow in shame. He toys with the sticky fluid between your legs, rubbing the tips of his fingers over your wet folds. "You know you did. You always want me. Couldn't give me up if you tried," he pushes two of his slender digits into your pussy, the cold metal of his rings making you shiver. He was shoving his cum back into you, making sure you'd making sure you'd remember what you did with him for as long as possible. A soft moan escapes your lips, your face still buried in your arm as you try to resist him, but it's impossible. You'd always find your way back to him. His thumb rubbed achingly slow circles on your clit, before pulling back, earning a needy whine from you.
He straightens himself out, kneeling in front of you while he stroked his hardening cock painfully slow, his shaft still slick and covered in your juices. He leans forward, his lips nearly brushing your cheek, his breath sending a shiver down your back. Just as you think he's going to show you an ounce of pity, looking at him with pleading eyes as his hand moves to your face, he rips the pillow from under your head, placing it under your hips instead.
"Quit whining so I can fuck you right," he mutters, aligning himself with your entrance, not worrying about being gentle. He grips your legs roughly, holding them open as he filled you up once again. His rough, cold hands move to your hips, grabbing at you tight as both your moans grow louder, his pelvis bumping against your clit with each thrust. "Good girl. Takin' me like a needy lil' slut..." He spits, eyes focused on your cunt swallowing him eagerly.
Needy whines leave your mouth, trying to hold onto Matt for some form of comfort. "Matt—Fuck—Matt please!" you cry out, not even knowing what you were begging for, soft hands reaching for the arms grabbing at your hips. This was more than just meaningless sex. You wanted him. More than anything else in the world. And he knew it. Grunting between rough thrusts, he slaps your hand away, one hand moving to hold both your wrists above your head.
"Move your fuckin' hand," he groans, hitting that special spot deep in your pussy that makes you see stars. The spot only he could hit. Your moans grow louder as you writhe under him, trying to rip yourself away from his tight grasp on your wrists. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your jaw going slack as you finally succumbed to the sheer pleasure Matt was giving you. Just before your brain goes fuzzy, a sharp sound, hidden in between the symphony of bed squeaking and skin slapping.
Your boyfriend was calling.
Matt's hand moves from your wrist, caressing the light marks left in the wake of his rough grip. You look up at Matt with pleading eyes, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he picks the phone up. "Looks like y'got a special caller," he chuckles, watching the FaceTime notification on the device, watching his reflection in the camera. His hair was messy, sticking to his forehead with sweat. His pupils were blown out and his cheeks were red. "C'mon baby. Give him a show," he coos, moving the camera towards your face as you bury your head in the mattress. "Don't get shy on me now," Matt laughs, holding the camera back in front of him. With shaky hands, he answers the call, grin never leaving his face.
"She's busy right now, kid," he smirks, brushing his fingers through his messy hair, holding in the laugh building within him as he watches your boyfriend's expression. His eyes widened in shock, sitting up from his position in bed, moving the phone closer to his face. "Look, I'll show you," Matt flips the camera, angling it to show his cock moving in and out of your tight pussy, his grip on your hip leaving deep indents on your skin. He pans the camera up your body, capturing how your body moves in sync with him, tied into the sheets as your tits bounce in time with his thrusts.
"What the fuck," Your boyfriend's voice is low and shaky, his eyes glued onto the sight in front of him, watching your face contort in pleasure as pornographic moans leave your lips, your mouth forming a perfect "O" shape. You barely register the phone in your face, too focused on chasing your own high, too focused on Matt. Your boyfriend shouts your name, but he's barely heard over your noisy whines and the sound of skin against skin.
Matt smirks again, focusing the camera back on his own face. "Sorry kid—" he says between rough thrusts. "Know that shit's gotta hurt. Knowin' your girl's a fuckin' slut," he looks deep into the camera, almost as if he's trying to look into your boyfriend's soul, analyzing the expression on his face. He was flushed red with anger, his chest rising and falling quickly as he stared back at the screen. Matt clicks his tongue, smiling as he rolls it over his teeth. He turns the camera back onto you, just to tease your boyfriend more.
His thrusts were harsh and rough, the sight alone was sending him over the edge. Seeing you going dumb on his dick, all while FaceTiming your poor boyfriend, made his chest swell up with pride. Knowing that no matter what he did, you'd always come back to him. You'd always crave him. And deep down, he always craved you too. More than he'd care to admit. No girl put up with his bullshit the way you did, no girl cared for him like you did.You were always his, and he was always yours.
"It's okay though. Y'don't gotta worry about her anymore—shit—look how good she looks..." Matt's breath starts to quicken as he reaches his own orgasm, watching you shake and writhe around him through the camera, loud moans still rolling off your tongue. "Fuck yeah...m'takin good care of her....Don't ever...gotta worry about her again..." He groans, hanging up the call and throwing the phone somewhere on the bed, pure lust taking control of his body as he spills his warm release into you yet again. You were riding out your own high, your vision blurry and your mind hazy, watching him collapse on the bed next to you as he loosely wrapped an arm over your stomach.
Matt was right. You'd always want him. No matter how much you fought it, you couldn't give him up if you tried.
been sitting in the drafts for a min...1 milli bash coming soon i js need to get my life together first
Chris was tied to the chair—wrists tight behind him, ankles secured to the legs, his bare chest rising and falling with heavy, uneven breaths. his dick stood hard and flushed, aching against his abdomen, twitching every time you so much as moved.
and fuck, you were taking your time.
you straddled his lap, bare and glistening, teasing him with slow rolls of your hips, letting your wetness drag over his length without giving him what he needed. Chris groaned, head tipping back, muscles straining against the restraints. “you’re fucking cruel.”
you smirked, rolling your hips again, letting the head of his dick catch against your entrance—just enough to make him feel it, to make his thighs tremble, to have him clenching his fists behind his back.
“I learned from the best.”
his breath came sharp, desperate. “baby, please—”
you loved that. loved the way his voice broke, loved seeing him need you like this. so strong, so dominant—now helpless, yours to play with, to ruin.
you leaned in, lips grazing his ear. “you want me that bad?”
“fuck, yes,” he growled.
you lifted just enough to position him, to let the thick, leaking tip of him press right against your heat—and then, with one slow, delicious roll of your hips, you sank down. Chris literally shouted, body jerking against the chair, his head falling forward onto your shoulder as he let out a guttural, wrecked sound.
“jesus christ—”
you moaned at the stretch, at the way he filled you so completely, so deeply. you planted your hands on his shoulders and started to move—slow at first, just enough to drive him insane, just enough to feel him twitch inside you.
“fuc—fuck—” his voice was wrecked, his body trembling under yours. he was trying so hard not to break, but you could feel it—could see it in the way his face contorts, the way his fingers curled into fists behind him.
you rolled your hips faster, slamming down on him, taking him over and over, until he was a shaking, desperate mess beneath you. until the chair creaked with every thrust, until his ragged breaths turned into frantic, helpless moan and whimpers.
until all he could do was beg.
lab data: boredddddddddd here's some more i love smut so fucking much
warnings- mentions of blood, making out, pet names.
his warm lips met yours in a rough sloppy kiss as your hands both find something to grasp as you both stumble on the bed.
you had been nagging chris about the way he had looked in the tour announcement video, more specifically nagging him about how good his lips looked.
so after a long day of running errands together, you finally get the chance to stop nagging him.
he groans in your mouth as your tongues tangle together, earning a whine from you. his lips felt so good on yours. they were so soft, so full.
you can’t help yourself and take his lip and bite it, bound to draw blood if you would’ve done it just a little harder. he grunts in response gripping your waist.
your hips grind softly on him as you feel something growing beneath you, smirking in the kiss. he pulls away for a split second, looking in your desperate needy eyes. the both of your lips swollen and red from how rough the both of you were.
“so fuckin pretty, hm?” he teases, ruffling your hair “only f’me, hm?—my pretty girl” he praises reconnecting your lips.
He stared at you, completely entranced. No one had ever looked at him like that. He felt his heart squeeze, and the sudden urge to lean down and kiss those beautiful lips nearly overwhelmed him. You were so close, he just had to lean forward, and he could kiss you. He could just…
He clenched his jaw, trying to get his thoughts to focus. He was just high. You were high. His brain wasn’t working right. He didn’t actually like you, right? He just wanted your attention.
The tension in the air was thick, and Matt felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest at any moment. He didn’t know what the hell was happening to him, but he’d never felt so off-kilter in his life. He couldn’t just… kiss you, could he? You didn’t even like each other. You’d probably slap him or something. And besides, what the hell was his problem? Who had ever gotten high and just wanted to kiss someone like that?
His breath caught when your hand brushed against his cheek, and his heartbeat raced in his chest. You were so close, too close, but he didn’t really want you to move away. God, how had he never realized how pretty your eyes were? Your eyes were so beautiful and deep, with those long dark eyelashes. He wanted to fall into your eyes… lose himself in you.
Maybe he should lean forward and just… do it. Just to see what it was like. What was the worst that could happen? He could just play it off as the weed or something, right? Just to get it out of his mind, to stop the constant itch… Maybe, if he kissed you, he could finally get past this weird obsession he had with you.
He had leaned closer before he realized it, his gaze falling to your lips. You were so close, so tantalizingly close… He could take that final step. He could just… move forward a little, and he could kiss you. He could find out what you tasted like.
You leaned even closer, and he could feel your breath fanning his face. He almost melted, the closeness making him dizzy. Your breath brushed his, and he could almost taste your lip balm. His eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a shaky breath, a tiny, almost pleading sound. Please kiss me, he thought. Just please kiss me.
Your lips brushed his, and he was certain he’d died. He felt a tingle race up his spine, and he shivered softly, letting out a soft gasp. You were kissing him, and his body was on fire. Heat flared up his spine and chest, and he felt himself leaning into you eagerly. You were so warm, so sweet, so perfect. He didn’t care that you weren’t sober, that he wasn’t sober. None of that was real. This was. This moment of heat and soft sighs.
Your lips moved against his, and your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. He groaned, feeling his mind go fuzzy at the delicious feel of your nails scraping his skin and your tongue swiping against his lips. His hands found your waist, squeezing your skin eagerly as he fought the desperate urge to pick you up and settle you in his lap.
But you did it for him. You climbed into his lap, pretty much straddling him, as you tangled your fingers into his hair.
His entire body seemed to catch fire, and he kissed you eagerly, his hands sliding under your shirt to feel your warm skin. He groaned, suddenly wanting to touch every inch of you. He wanted to devour you, to make you his. “God,” he panted against your lips. “You feel so good.”
You moaned softly at his words, your body curving to fit against his. His hands slid up your back, exploring every inch of you as his lips moved against yours eagerly. He wanted more, needed more of you. You seemed to agree, because he felt your tongue brush his, and he opened for you eagerly.
The kiss became more heated, your movements getting greedier and more needy all at once. His fingers were tangled in your hair, and he tugged at the strands lightly, craving more and more of your lips. He’s never felt so desperate, so aroused, and so lost in a moment before. You were like a drug to him, a drug he was quickly becoming addicted to.
He pulled back to stare at you, breathing heavily as he took in your flushed face. You were so beautiful it almost hurt. Had he really been missing out on this for freaking years? How had he not noticed how beautiful you were all this time? And the way you were looking at him now, like he was the only thing that mattered… God. That look made him feel like he could fly. He wanted to stay in this moment, this beautiful moment, for the rest of his life. Just him and you and soft sighs and tender touches.
He couldn’t help the way his gaze slid to your red lips, now plump from your heated kiss. He wanted those lips on his again. He needed those lips on his. “Again,” he growled. “Do that again.”
You seemed all too eager to comply, and your lips were on his once more. This time, you initiated the kiss with a soft mewl that sent heat racing through his body with startling intensity. He groaned softly against your lips, his hands sliding down your back to rest on your hips and keep you pressed against him.
It seemed neither one of you could stop from getting carried away. You were all over each other, kissing desperately, your movements frantic and needy and hot. Your skin was so hot against his touch, and he couldn’t get enough of the taste of your lipstick. He knew he shouldn’t be acting like this, shouldn’t be kissing you like you were his entire world, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. God, he wanted you. More than he had wanted anything in his life, he wanted you.
When your tongue swiped his, he couldn’t help the soft sound that slid from his lips. He wanted more. He needed more. His hands slid to your thighs, pushing up the skirt of your dress as he held you close. “God,” he gasped, pulling back again and tilting his head back so he could breathe properly. “I can’t. I need…” He shook his head, not even sure what he was saying right then. You were driving him crazy, making him lose his damn mind.
You leaned down, pressing your lips to his neck, and he groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair as he encouraged your movements eagerly. Your lips slid down his neck, your tongue darting out to taste him, and he let out a soft whimper. He was so desperate for your touch, for the feeling of your lips, your tongue, your teeth as you left soft, wet kisses all over his throat.
"Did you just… Whimper?" You giggled against his skin.
He froze, embarrassment suddenly overtaking him. Why had he just… whimpered? Like some damn puppy? He was supposed to be suave and cool, not… whatever the hell he was. He opened his mouth to try and explain, or maybe to come up with an excuse, but all that came out was a helpless moan.
You giggled again, this time against the sensitive skin of his collarbone. “That’s really hot,” you crooned softly, your warm breath ghosting his ear and causing him to shiver. “Make that sound again for me, Matty.”
The nickname combined with your breathy voice made him feel dizzy, and he swallowed hard, trying to get his brain to work. “Yeah?” He said hoarsely, desperately. “You like hearing me make sounds?”
Your breath caught at his words, as if shocked he was being so open about it. Maybe he should be embarrassed, maybe he should pretend he didn’t care, but he was so far gone now, he just couldn’t bring himself to care. He wanted you to hear his sounds. He wanted you to feel how much you affected him. If that was pathetic, well… he couldn’t bring himself to care.
“Yeah,” you breathed. “Definitely.” And then your lips were on his neck again, nibbling and sucking, and he couldn’t keep from making those sounds for you.
Your lips were making their way higher, sucking on his pulse point, and he was done for. He couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but grip your hair desperately and hold you closer. Your lips were magic, and he couldn’t help but press against you eagerly, wanting your touch everywhere. His breath caught when you brushed his ear lobe, and then, oh God, your teeth nipped at his lobe and his hips jerked involuntarily.
“F-Fuck,” he choked helplessly as your teeth nipped at his ear. He couldn’t keep his hips from shifting forward, couldn’t stop his hands from clenching desperately on your waist. He was losing control, and he didn’t even care. “Do… Do that again,” he begged, breathlessly.
You seemed eager to oblige, and he let out a shaky moan when you did as he requested. His hips jerked again, pressing against you, and then suddenly, the gravity of what he’d just done seemed to hit him at once. “God, I’m sorry,” he gasped, trying to reign in his body. “I didn’t… You just…” He let out a low whine, his grip on your hips tightening. “God, you make me feel so… so damn…”
A small, devious smirk pulled at your lips, and you leaned forward a bit, pressing yourself closer to him. “Turned on?” you teased softly, and his cheeks blushed hot with embarrassment at your directness.
“Yeah,” he admitted softly, the word leaving him in a choked whisper. Your smirk widened, and your eyes darkened with a look he’d never seen before. It almost made you look like a predator.
“Good,” you purred, your tone smug. “I want you to feel like that.”
He bit his lip, his embarrassment fading a little as his gaze settled on your lips again. God, those lips. That voice. That expression on your face… His mind was going fuzzy again, and he found himself saying the first thing that came to mind. “I think you just gave me a new kink,” he murmured, pulling you closer.
You seemed to like that, because you laughed softly, your body curving to press closer against his. “Yeah?” you asked, your voice still holding that predatory edge that had heat pooling in his stomach. “What kind of kink?” Your fingers brushed against his neck, tracing his jugular lightly, and he shivered under the soft touch.
He swallowed hard as your fingers grazed his skin, and he was certain he was blushing again. His face was hot, and his stomach was in knots, his body reacting so easily to your touch. “You just looked so…” He trailed off, struggling to find the right word. “Hot,” he finally whispered. “You looked really… hot, and so damn powerful. I don’t know, just… yeah. Definitely a new kink of mine.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” you purred, pressing a soft kiss to his throat. You were right next to his ear now, and your hot breath ghosted his skin, making him shiver again. Your teeth grazed his earlobe, tugging softly, and his toes curled inside his shoes at the sensation. “You like it when I do this, huh? When I make you feel like this?” You asked suddenly, your voice low and rough.
He opened his mouth to reply, but all that came out was a desperate moan, his body arching closer on instinct. God, you were so good with your mouth. He hated to admit it, but all he wanted to do was beg you to never stop. He was so sensitive, so desperate for you. “Yeah,” he moaned, voice ragged and breathless. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“Say that again,” you urged softly, your fingers tugging at his hair, making his head fall back. “Please,” he panted helplessly, his eyes slipping shut at the feeling of your fingers in his hair. “Please don’t stop.” He shivered as you pressed closer, your warm breath sending goosebumps across his skin. “Good boy,” you murmured, and his stomach clenched at the words. Good boy? How was that turning him even more?
He let out another moan at the words, his head falling back a little more as his eyelids fluttered. He was lost in a haze of pleasure, his mind going blank as you murmured in his ear. “That’s it. Let me hear how good I make you feel. You’re doing so well, Matty.” His hips pressed against yours involuntarily, and he barely stifled the urge to gasp as his brain registered how close he already was to the edge.
You seemed to notice, because you moaned softly in his ear, your hips rolling against his as you encouraged him. “Don’t hold back, Matty,” you purred softly. “Come on, baby. You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Show me just how good I make you feel.” Your words were the sweetest form of torture, and he let out another helpless moan. “Yes,” he panted desperately. “Please, please, can I…?”
You hummed softly, as if thinking about it, and he held his breath, waiting for your answer. Finally, after what felt like forever, you purred in his ear, your voice husky and sweet. “Mm, yeah, Matt. Go ahead. Come for me.” He almost cried at the words, his breath coming out in sharp little pants as he nodded eagerly. It took only a few more seconds before he was there, stars exploding behind his eyelids as he gasped, his fingers fisting in your skirt as he cried out.
He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. The most he could do was cling to you like a lifeline, his entire body tensing and trembling as he fell apart against you. “God,” he gasped, panting helplessly as he tried to get himself back under control. You laughed softly, the sound a little strained, and he shivered at the sensation. “You’re really sensitive, huh?” You murmured softly, nuzzling his throat.
He shivered again, feeling your breath tickle his skin. He wanted to snap at you for teasing him, but he was still too dazed to form a coherent thought. Instead, he just muttered, “Shut up,” and buried his face in your neck. He wasn’t sure if he was ever going to be able to face you again after this. It was so goddamn embarrassing.
“Aw, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” you assured him, brushing his hair back gently. “It’s pretty goddamn hot, Matty.” He whined softly, his body jerking against yours at the words. How was it fair that you could reduce him to a blushing, trembling mess with such an easy compliment? It was really embarrassing, honestly.
“Oh, so you have a praise kink, too?” You asked suddenly, and he couldn’t help the embarrassed whine that left his lips. What was you, psychic? How were you able to read him so easily? “God, shut up,” he muttered, burying his face deeper against your neck. You just laughed softly, nuzzling him gently.
“I’m just teasing, sweetheart,” you purred softly, pressing soft kisses to whatever skin you could reach. “You did so good, Matty. You’re such a good boy.” You punctuated the words with soft kisses, and he shivered helplessly.
ྀི "Take It Like You Need It" ྀི (Matt Sturniolo Blurb)
!!SMUT BEYOND THE LINE!! (Saw @sunrisemill post this photo and just had to write this)
The only sounds heard outside were the soft sounds of water sloshing and yours and Matt's moans. "Fuck yeah take it-" Matt grunted out as he trusted his hips to meet yours, his balls slapping against your swollen puffy clit. "Take it like you need it baby cmon..." he coos as he delivers a soft slap to both of your ass cheeks. "Matt fuck- mmph gonna cum soon!" You cry out as the water splashes around your bodies with the movements. He lets out a moan that falters, sounding like a whimper as your gummy like walls tighten around his shaft.
"You feel so good oh g-god-" he picks up the pace as he chases his high, along with trying to help you reach yours. "Matt oh my god baby so good-" You moan as you start to fuck back on him, the pleasure taking both of your minds over. The warm water of the hot tub, the pleasure of Matt's dick pounding hard into the spot that makes your legs quiver, and the sound of both of yours moans being you both teetering on the edge. "Oh my god I'm so close baby-" he grunts out as his hips stutter.
"M-me too, Matt- c-cum with me please...." you whine as the pleasure floods over you, your whole body shuddering with the wonderful feeling of pure bliss. Not long after you he pushes hard and deep into your walls, spurting his hot sticky release all inside you. His release coating your walls in white. "Fuck..." he whispers as he leans down, pressing gentle kisses along your back. As you both bask in thr feeling of the warm water he finally pulls out, slipping your swimsuit bottoms back over your core.
You scoot in his arms, cuddling close as he turns the water jets back on. Both of you randomly letting out hums of contentment until you hear a throat be cleared. You both shoot up and look at the sources of the sound. It's Chris, standing there with the three drinks he was sent in for. "Uhh...how long have you been standing there?" Matt questions as his face flushes a light shade of red. Chris chuckles as he sits the drinks on the ground. "Long enough to know you whimper-" Chris states as he climbs into the hot tub.
𝒂𝒏. This took me an embarrassingly long time to start writing js ’cause I literally had no motivation to write... Yikes ×-×
𝒑𝒔𝒂! English is not my first language!
Matt’s hands held your thighs flush against you, his hips slammed against yours with an intensity that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your jaw was slack, moans freely falling out of it—a totally fucked-dumb kinda look on your face.
"Fu--ck, sweets," he groaned loudly, his cock hitting just the right places. "Ha... gon’ fill you up so good—mffp—fuck," he grunted, "Your pussy’s fuckin’ pulling me in s’greedily, trynna keep me in there? Wan’ me to breed you huh?" He emphasized his words with a brutal slam and grind of his hips, lodging himself deep within your walls.
"M-matt, Oh—" Your words, or rather the lack thereof, dissolved into babbles for him to 'fill you up' and 'breed you full'. Matt’s mind fogged when he heard your desperate begging for his cum.
He was about to lose it.
"Cummin’— A-aahh... Ahn..." You cried out, and your pussy spasming rhythmically around his pistoning cock as your back arched. Strong waves of pleasure washed over you, hands clawing at his back as you gasped in between moans.
That, that did it for him and he erupted with a shaky moan.
His hot cum flooded your quivering pussy, filling you up to the brim, but his hips didn’t stop.
Oh no it didn’t.
In fact, his pace quickened even more, even as the overstimulation creeped in, and so did his noises of pleasure. His moans and groans that he desperately had tried to suppress had turned slightly louder, more high pitched.
He wasn’t holding back anymore, and well, quite frankly, he wasn’t holding back before, but this was different, something primal – something fulfilling.
It’s just— to put it simply, he just wanted you full. He wanted you absolutely leaking with his seed, he wanted to breed you, knock you up and he wanted your stomach to swell with his babies.
His own cum made a frothy mix in your pussy, leaking out the sides as he fucked you with reckless abandon, giving you everything he had.
It was sticky, messy and all in all, wet.
Shlurp’s and squelches filled the room, along with the bedframe slamming into the wall—most likely leaving dents.
Matt dropped his head down, the tip of his nose brushing against your collarbone, and his fingers tightened their hold on your thighs as he pushed them further into you, folding you completely in half as he surged forward and fucked you like you deserved.
"So good, s-s’fuckin’ addictive, can—ah—fuck this pretty pussy for hours," he babbled, his voice shaky from barely contained moans and exertion. His vision blanked when his orgasm approached rather quickly.
He was cumming again, and a lot this time.
His cum was now sticking to his pelvis and your pussy, making milky strands whenever he pulled back before slamming back in and repeating.
Oh he isn’t going to stop, is he?
You could feel an earth-shattering orgasm on the way, every nerve in your body screaming for its impending arrival. And there it was, the most toe-curling, back arching climax you’ve ever had, ready to knock the breath out of you.
You were quite literally shaking like a leaf, your moans now high pitched keens. And he surprisingly kept fucking you through it and directly to another orgasm.
His hips stuttered as he spilled into you again, he gasped for breath, hands shaking as he held onto your thighs like it was his lifeline as he kept going and going until you were both an overstimulated, quivering mess with hot milky cum making strings between your bodies.
ⓘ English is not my first language! 𝑹𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑺𝒆𝒙 – 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰
───~𓆩♡𓆪~───
𝒃𝒇.ᐟ𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕... loves to see your eyes roll back and jaw go slack, hands clutching desperately at his forearms as he goes balls deep, bruising your cervix.
𝒘𝒄. 𝟤𝟫𝟢
✰ Matt grunted as he pushed your legs further apart, pushing you further into the mattress with his body weight as he rutted into you like an animal. "Fu—ck, thaat’s right, juuust like that," he hissed when he saw your eyes rolling back and jaw going slack as pornographic moans exited your mouth, your pussy spasming around his thick length as he fucked you dumb. "Can’t really move away now, can ya?" he chuckled breathlessly, "fuckin’ take it, just—fuck, fu—ck, yeah sweetness, squeeze my cock." His own eyes rolled back briefly when he felt your pussy trying to push him out, making him fuck you even harder.
𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓... "Look at what I just found," you laughed as you showed your boyfriend the 'mating press' position, a small twist to the usual missionary Matt loved so much. His eyebrows raised as a small smirk creeped onto his lips, his gaze drifting to yours, "hm? you wanna try this out or?" He asked while folding his arms. His smirk slowly widened when you nodded, "yeah, I mean... you gotta at least try once, no?"
𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕... Your loud moans filled the room, almost screams now. You couldn’t stay quiet, you just couldn’t, not when his dick was slamming into your cervix sooo hard you were probably gonna be bruised there. His thrusts were punishing, almost knocking the wind out of you and leaving you gasping between screams. Your mind was fogged, eyes almost permanently rolled back as hands clutched onto his forearms. Matt groaned in pleasure-pain when he felt your nails rake across his pale skin, probably leaving marks behind, but all he could think about was the primal need to put his babies inside you—breed you dumb. ✰
𓆩♡𓆪
───~𓆩♡𓆪~───
𝒃𝒇.ᐟ𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔... loves hearing your desperate cries as he pins you down on the bed with his body, going sooo deep that you’re seeing literal sparks.
𝒘𝒄. 𝟥𝟢𝟨
✧ Chris’ hand held your wrists firmly down on the bed just above your head, his other one pulling your head back by your hair, groaning loudly as he fucked you almost straight into the bed. Your body squirmed, but only for a moment before getting more firmly pressed down by his body. "Don’t even fuckin’ think of escapin’ this ma," he groaned lowly, emphasizing his words with rough slams, the sound of his hips colliding with your ass as he plowed into your sopping pussy was deafening. The wet shlurps grew louder the harder he fucked you. "Juust like that, fuckin’ stay still ’nd lemme fuck your brains out." His words carried a clear intention—a promise.
𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓... "Baby, can we try something new? I just found this position— and before you ask me about it, I found it 'accidentally' on Pinterest." Your boyfriend, Chris, chuckled in amusement as he took your phone, his gaze skimping over the picture before snapping up to yours. "So basically that one position y’like so much, prone something, what’d they say? prone—" "prone bone," you chuckled. "Oh right, yeah, prone bone, jus’ like that one huh?"
𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕... You didn’t even try to get away at this rate, you couldn’t, his weight was keeping you from moving hence letting him go as deep as he could and he wasn’t playing around—he went as deep as he could. Your moans turned into loud keens as your body trembled violently, another orgasm crashing over your body, but was Chris stopping? Not any time soon it seemed since his pace didn’t even falter—only fastened. His own sounds of pleasure grew the more he felt your pussy sucking him in. Who knew your boyfriend – that stuck to vanilla sex all the time – would become this feral over a simple position? ✧
a/n: this took like 2 hours to write so sorry if its lowk choppy
ib: @gamerchrissgf
f!reader x chris
The room was dark except for the flickering of streetlights outside, casting long, thin shadows through the window. y/n sat on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing. The soft hum of Billie Eilish’s “Wildflower” played quietly in the background, but it didn’t feel like music anymore. It felt like a reflection of her tangled emotions.
“But I see her in the back of my mind all the time... like a fever and i'm burning alive...”
The lyrics hit her in the gut every time. She felt like she was that wildflower, caught in something she couldn’t control, torn between two things she couldn’t reconcile.
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, the name on the screen making her chest tighten. Chris. It had been three weeks since they’d last talked, really talked. Three weeks since that night when everything between them shifted, when the lines blurred, and everything she had known about friendship, loyalty, and love felt… different.
Her fingers hovered over the screen. She could ignore it, let it go. It would be easier. But she knew it wouldn’t be.
The problem wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to him. She did. She always did. The problem was that he was her best friend’s ex-boyfriend, and the guilt of it was suffocating her. She had tried to bury her feelings, tried to push them aside, but every time Chris smiled at her—every time they shared a quiet moment or laughed over something small—it felt like a weight in her chest, heavier and heavier, and she couldn’t shake it.
y/n had always promised herself she would never go there. She would never cross that line, not with someone who had been part of her best friend’s life. She’d seen the pain in her best friend’s eyes after the breakup, heard the tears in her voice when she confessed how broken she felt. It had taken months for her best friend to move on, months of long talks and late nights.
But now here she was, feeling something for Chris that she didn’t know how to deal with.
The phone buzzed again, pulling her from her thoughts. Chris had sent a message this time.
Chris:
“Hey… I miss you. You okay?”
y/n stared at the screen, her heart fluttering at his words. She could feel the warmth in his message, the softness behind it. She had no doubt that Chris wasn’t trying to cause any harm. He was a good guy, genuinely kind, but… she wasn’t sure if she could keep pretending that nothing had changed. That everything was fine when it felt like a storm was raging inside her.
She placed the phone down, staring out the window instead, her thoughts swirling.
I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this.
But she couldn’t help it. It had started innocently enough. He was funny, smart, easy to talk to. And somewhere along the way, somewhere between the late-night talks and the quiet walks they took, something changed. The connection between them deepened. She felt herself drawn to him—his warmth, his quiet strength, the way he could see her in a way no one else seemed to.
y/n let out a shaky breath and picked up her phone again. She typed, then deleted, then typed again. How do I even say this?
y/n:
I don’t know if I can do this anymore, Chris. I’m sorry.
She read the message once, twice. The guilt choked her, but she pressed send anyway.
A few moments passed. No reply.
y/n pulled the blanket up over her legs, feeling the emptiness settle in. She had never felt so conflicted in her life.
Was it fair to her best friend? To fall for Chris, knowing what he had meant to her, knowing how much pain their breakup had caused? Was it selfish to want something of her own, something that felt so real when she was with him?
Her phone buzzed again. She almost didn’t want to look, but she did anyway.
Chris:
I understand. I’m sorry if I made you feel anything. I never meant to complicate things.
y/n felt her heart drop. It wasn’t what she had expected. Chris wasn’t angry, wasn’t accusing her. His message was gentle, but it only made her guilt more unbearable.
She could imagine him sitting there, maybe the same way she was—eyes glued to the screen, fingers hovering over the keys, unsure of what to say. He wasn’t the type to push or force anything, and that only made the situation harder. He was everything she needed, and yet, he wasn’t hers to have.
She sat in the silence for what felt like forever, wrestling with her emotions. There was no easy way out. There was no graceful way to handle this.
Finally, she typed one last message.
y/n:
I don’t want to lose you, Chris. But I don’t know how to fix this…
She hit send before she could change her mind, letting the words hang in the air between them.
The next day, y/n met Chris by the park, the same spot where they had first gotten close. The tension between them was thick, the weight of unspoken words almost suffocating. But as she watched him waiting by the swings, a faint smile on his face, she felt the tightness in her chest ease—just a little.
They stood in silence for a moment, the world around them humming, as if time had slowed just for them.
“I never meant for things to get complicated,” Chris said, his voice low, almost like a confession. “I just…” He trailed off, looking down at the ground before meeting her eyes again. “I didn’t want you to feel like you had to choose. I never wanted to put you in that position.”
y/n swallowed hard, the guilt still gnawing at her insides. “I don’t want to hurt her,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to lose my best friend.”
Chris nodded slowly. “I know. And I don’t want you to feel like you have to give up everything just because of me. But I care about you, y/n. And that’s not something I can ignore.”
The words hung in the air, tender and fragile, like a wildflower on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall but not quite there yet.
y/n closed her eyes, letting the breeze wash over her, trying to steady her racing thoughts. “Maybe we’re both just wildflowers, huh?” she said quietly, referencing Billie’s song. “Fighting against the wind, trying to bloom in a world that doesn’t always make space for us.”
Chris took a step closer, the distance between them closing, but not completely. “Yeah… maybe we are.”
y/n opened her eyes, meeting his gaze, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t feel so alone in her guilt. She could see it in his eyes, the same vulnerability, the same uncertainty.
It wasn’t going to be easy. It wasn’t going to be quick. But maybe, just maybe, they could figure out how to grow together without breaking everything around them.
his tattooed arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling your body closer against his chest as he took a long inhale, breathing in your scent.
"always smell so pretty," he coos. your lips tug into a smile, you feel him run the tip of his nose along the length of your neck. the sensation makes shivers crawl up your spine. "-so so pretty. all mine too, hm?"
you can feel his lips against you as he kisses along your neck. he's smiling. full of pride and mischief, matt grinds his clothed bulge into you. the pressure makes you let out a sigh, your head swinging back against his chest.
"awwwww," he soothes his hands through your hair, nuzzling his hard lentgth against you with more pressure, satasfied as he watch your mouth fall open, "-there we go. even prettier."
જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 content warning: smut, masturbation, teasing, use of restraints, use of feather tickler, use of vibrator, degradation/humiliation, sub!matt, sub!chris, mean!dom!reader
જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 author's note: this is one of two endings that i wrote for this fic. enjoy! 🤍
જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 summary: both matt and chris lose the bet you made with them about how long they could last during no nut november, which means submitting to you.
love potions part two (first ending)
He remembered the nude photo you'd sent to the group chat. He wasn't proud of what he was about to do, but he couldn't fend off the desire any longer. He'd never gone so long without masturbating, and it was more than he could bear.
જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 Day Fifteen
The next morning, Matt rolled over in bed, tangled up in the sheets as the sun started to rise, rays of light peeking in through his curtains. He looked at the date on his phone just to be sure time was moving as painfully slow as he thought it was. It was only the 15th. There was no way he was going to be able to make it another fifteen days, especially with you constantly provoking him.
His thumb swiped a few times across his screen until your picture was staring back at him, and he tucked his other hand into his waistband, pulling out his needy cock. He wrapped his fingers around his girth, which in and of itself, felt incredibly relieving.
He studied your curves, his hungry eyes scanning your voluptuous body parts as he started stroking himself. A sequence of soft moans and profanities fell from his slightly parted, pink lips. His eyebrows crinkled and beads of sweat started taking form on his forehead.
It didn't take long before he was on the heels of his climax, furiously pumping away while a familiar feeling arose that he had greatly missed these past couple weeks. A few more strangled whimpers later, and he came unraveled, his seed overflowing, spilling onto his hand, and making a mess.
He was mesmerized by how much had come out of him and how good it felt to cum again. He laid breathlessly in his bed for several minutes, recovering from his orgasm.
That was when you came bursting through the door. Matt immediately flinched startled by your presence, trying to hide the cum that had spilled onto his tummy. "Unbelievable," you said, shaking your head at Matt as you pulled back his sheets, revealing the evidence of his fragile willpower. "You couldn't even go a month without getting off? Fucking pathetic," you scoffed at him as he scrambled to pull the blanket back over him.
His cheeks were hot with shame, and he couldn't look you in the eye. "Don't look!" He shouted back. "I just caught Chris doing the same thing," you smirked.
You replayed the image in your head of Chris, the way he had been so fixated on your photo that he hadn't even noticed you walk in. You recalled the pretty sounds he had made and how he'd licked his lips right before finishing in his hand as he had urgently fisted his cock.
With every stroke, a rope of cum had ejected from his tip, and just when you thought he'd drained himself, there was more. You remembered that vulnerable smile that had crept into his expression while he came, painting his chest and his stomach in his milky white fluid and staring down at the mess he had made. He had slowed the pace of his pumps to a stop while throwing his head back and letting his phone fall to the bed, revealing your own nude on his screen.
"Wow, that was hot. If that's how much cum you had saved up in just two weeks, it's a shame you couldn't wait two more. Could you imagine?" You had asked him, leaning up against his door frame and watching his smile slowly fall as he became aware of your presence. "Shit," he had whispered out of breath.
"What?" Matt asked you, looking up at you with a shocked expression and bringing you out of your reverie. "Yeah, I actually came in here to tell you that you won, but I guess you didn't," you chuckled, pulling the blanket back once more.
"You know what this means, right?" You smirked down at him. He looked up at you subserviantly with blushed cheeks, but he said nothing. "This means you get to be my little toy, doesn't it?" You cooed, caressing his jawline and your eyes traveling back down to the mess Matt had made on his lower stomach.
A few hours later, you had both boys right where you wanted them, side-by-side, naked, and each tied to a chair. You stood in front of them, completely naked as well. The shopping bags you'd brought back with you a few weeks prior reappeared, and you started to dig through them.
"You know, I knew when you guys first told me about the No Nut November challenge, that neither one of you would be able to make it. But, c'mon, you couldn't even make it three weeks? You're both fucking pathetic," you scoffed at them, pulling out a long stick with a big, fluffy feather on the end.
"What's that?" Matt asked, growing wide-eyed. "It looks like a fucking cat toy," Chris snarked before you could answer him. "Well, maybe that's fitting, because you're both pussies," you declared, sneering at Chris. "It's a feather tickler," you replied, turning your attention back to Matt.
You started to walk closer to him, and you slowly closed the distance between the feather and Matt's gorgeous cock. Matt couldn't hide his intrigue. His blue eyes locked onto the toy as you started to tease the underside of his shaft. You watched the muscles in his cock involuntarily quiver as you tickled his length, blood rushing to it and his tip starting to swell.
"Oh," a sweet sound of pleasure passed through Matt's pink lips. "Like that? Like when I tease your pretty cock for you, Matthew?" You purred, taking the end of the feather and drawing circles on the head while you watched Matt's expression meld into desperation.
He glanced into your eyes and nodded before locking his gaze back onto the way the feather danced across his sensitive nerve endings, and he let out a few more whimpers. "I don't think you just like it, Matt. I think you're loving it," you observed, your voice dripping with seduction.
A silky, clear fluid started to drool from his slit, and you gently ran the tip of the feather through it, watching for Matt's responses. He squirmed beneath your light touch, lifting his hips off the chair a bit and tugging at his restraints as you played with him. "So fucking pathetic. You're so sensitive that I'm surprised you don't cum just from putting on pants every morning," you chuckled, taking delight in his humiliated expression.
Matt had been in submissive roles before during sex, but nothing quite like this. He'd always dreamt of being tied up, teased, and being talked down to by an assertive woman, but the reality was almost more embarrassing than he could handle and somehow, he still adored every second of it.
Shy, strangled moans poured into the room as you manipulated his cock like a puppeteer, pulling your invisible strings and making his cock twitch with every gesture of the feather. Matt couldn't hide his pleasure or his humiliation.
More pre-cum gathered at his tip, and he slammed his eyes shut as if that would make it any less embarrassing that he was getting turned on by something so simple and degrading. "I can't believe how close you're getting from a little feather," you mocked him.
Chris couldn't help but watch the way his brother writhed around beneath the gentle sensation, growing curious about how he'd react to it and if it really felt as good as Matt was making it seem.
After a couple more minutes of teasing, you cast the feather tickler off to the side and replaced it with the hum of a small vibrator, resting it against Matt's aggravated tip. "Oh my god," Matt purred, enjoying the new feeling, closing his eyes again.
"Look at me while you finish, Matthew," you ordered him in a serious matter. His eyes fluttered open, but once his gaze met yours, he wanted to hide again.
"Please don't make me," he begged, his voice cracking in desperation. "I won't make you do anything. But if you wanna cum, you gotta look at me," you said, watching the way his pretty cock twitched beneath your control.
"C-can't," he whimpered. "Sure you can, pretty boy. Don't get all shy on me," you said, running your thumb across his bottom lip. He managed to maintain eye contact, a sacrifice he was willing to make in order to finally feel sweet relief wash over him.
His knuckles started to lose color as he gripped the seat of his chair, and his stomach started to ache from how much pressure had built up in his lower abdomen. You had one hand caressing his jawline, tilting his head up towards you and your other hand on the buzzing toy.
Chris couldn't keep his eyes off you either and the way you expertly taunted his brother, eagerly awaiting his turn while his cock jumped at the sight. "That's it. Cum for me like the pathetic little boy you are," you urged him in a seductive tone.
Matt came undone, pulling at his restraints, arching his back slightly off the chair, and looking deep into your eyes while sounds of sexual release filled the air. You watched as his cock pulsated, emitting a pretty, pearly white substance that squirted from his tip and painted the hardwood floor in front of him.
He savored the intensity of his orgasm, the feeling of pure bliss, and the way his climax ebbed and flowed rather than burning out quickly due to how much you'd teased him. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it, baby?" You cooed, admiring the mess he made for you.
"I knew you'd like that. I didn't know you'd like it that much," you teased him, turning off the toy. He stared at you in awe with his heavy eyelids hooded over his pretty, blue eyes as he tried to recover, panting and babbling about how good it was.
You made your way over to Chris who looked at you with a mix of desire and annoyance. He knew that whatever you were about to make him do, that it'd be extremely degrading. You set down the vibrator and picked up the feather tickler again.
You came up behind him and started by running the tip of the feather across his collar bones and his chest. Slowly but surely, you trailed down his stomach, stopping right before you got to his throbbing member. "Awh. Look at you. Already hard, and I haven't even touched you yet," you taunted him.
You could feel his breathing become more shallow, and his chest rose and fell in a quickening rhythm. "What are you waiting for?" He huffed at you, trying to conceal how much he secretly wanted to know what it would be like to be played with by you in such a vulnerable way.
"I'm waiting for you to beg for it," you whispered, your lips curling into condescending grin. "I don't beg," he said in a stern voice, craning his neck to look you in the eye. "Then I guess you're not going to cum," you nonchalantly replied, shrugging and waving the feather around in the air in front of the two of you.
Chris sat in silence for a few seconds before swallowing his pride and letting out a sigh. "Fine. Please," he half-heartedly mumbled. "Speak up, Chris. I can't hear you over your raging erection," you smirked, peering down at his hard-on. "Please," he said a little more sincerely.
"Come on, Chris. I know you need way more attention than you've been getting. Just admit it," you cooed in his ear, wrapping your arm around his strong shoulder and placing your hand gently on his chest. You passionately kissed the side of his neck, pressing your tongue against his warm flesh and eliciting a faint moan from his pouty lips.
"I do need it," he answered you, a bit of desperation seeping into his inflection. "How bad do you need it, huh?" You lasciviously purred. "Please. I need it so bad," he responded, longingly. You placed the feather-end of the rod against his length and started tracing the veins on his shaft. He hissed through his teeth and let out a satisfied, "Ahh."
"Good boy. Let me hear how good I make you feel," you hummed, walking back around to face him, continuing to tease his aching cock. "Always acting like you're so tough. Not so tough anymore, huh?" You asked in a soft, sweet voice. "Fuck," Chris whimpered, peering up at you through his bedroom eyes, not even trying to defend himself as his lips curled into a pretty smile.
Chris was always the dominant one in his sexual relationships, always being the one to dish out the degradation, but finding himself on the receiving end, he liked it more than he thought he would.
You gave him a diabolical smile, delighting in how easily he submitted to you and how much he liked it, still gripping the rod of the feather while you delicately and methodically tickled his length. "Please. I need more," Chris whispered, his eyes locked on the vibrator that was placed on the table behind you.
"I love it when you beg. Keep going," you told him, making his cock dance and watching him shudder as you played with him. "Please. Please give me more," he begged, his voice dripping with desperation while he nodded eagerly at you, his gaze flickering back and forth between you and the toy.
You smirked at him before picking up the vibrator and switching it on. The low hum sounded, and Chris watched in anticipation as you started running the toy up his staff, teasing the veins on the underside of his dick.
Droplets of precum started to pool at his sensitive tip, and his cock jerked as you started to near the head with the vibrating tool. "You're doing so good for me," you responded, running the pad of your thumb over Chris' pink cheek while you looked into his eyes.
"More," he pleaded, and you turned the toy up one setting. The expression on his face was drenched in pleasure, his lip caught between his teeth, flushed complexion, and seduction in his eyes. He started to pull at the rope wrapped around his wrists as he grew impatient. He needed to cum so bad.
"Please. More," he whimpered, his blue eyes glossing over as he approached the finish line. You felt so powerful, pushing the button to intensify the sensation and watching Chris fold beneath the feeling while you listened to his moans become more needy.
"Cum for me, sweet boy. I know you can do it," you whispered, cradling his face and encouraging him. The way you coddled him and called him cute pet names was almost more degrading to him than anything you'd said to Matt, but he couldn't help how much he loved it.
He nodded at you with a smug smile as his body started to tremble. His hips raised off the seat, and he threw his head back as his pretty cock began to pulse, emitting his sticky, white fluid.
His urgent whimpers filled the room as he submitted to his climax, allowing it to wash over him and leave him in a state of peace and tranquility once it had taken its course. Chris peered down breathlessly, a string of drool hanging from his open mouth, studying the way his cum dripped down the sides of his cock. Humiliation started to set in.
"Look at that," you cooed, but Chris could barely hear you over the powerful ringing that flooded his ears. "I think you might have liked that even more than Matt did. You beg like a little bitch," you said, a condescending smile stretching across your lips.
