cw: kind of breeding kink if you squint but mainly looooots of talk about cum. kink for cumming a lot, cum eating, very small elements of noncon at the end. oral (fem receiving). lots of teasing each other. unprotected sex.
it's almost 3am, light filtering in through your bedroom curtains, casting you in the glow of NYC Streetlights, the incessant noise flying in through the open window the excuse you're telling yourself to be still up.
really, you're waiting for chris. moving to NYC from LA was inconvenient, sure, but he'd been nothing but supportive; and as far as you're concerned, the relationship's perfect. the worst thing about the distance, you've both agreed-? the lack of sex. even now, knowing he'll arrive at your apartment in a few hours, your bones are thrumming with need, mind wandering to how he'll look when he returns- messy hair, airport-rumpled outfit.. maybe even some stubble..
the door clicks open and you spring upright before you can help it. chris'd made you promise to sleep well so you could show him around the city tomorrow, but you just can't wait.
dropping his day bag awkwardly next to the pile of his suitcases, chris runs up to greet you as you do the same to him.
"baby, hi- ohmygod-" your voice shows your thrill, gleeful laughter from both of you as he scoops you up, hands under your ass to pick you up and twirl you around.
"hey,angel," chris sounds a little choked up as he carefully puts you down again, still close to him as he shuts the door with his other arm. for a moment you're confused- it's only been a month or so, he doesn't normally cry- but when the bulge in his sweats brushes against your panties under the flimsy fabric of your sleep shirt, things start to come together.
"i missed you," chris sighs, dropping a kiss to your forehead and shuffling into the dimly lit space, running a hand through his hair and replacing his cap, trying to look innocently tired. but you've already zeroed in on the sluggish drag of his feet, the way he's trying to adjust himself without you noticing.
"you're bricked already?" you can't help but sound delighted, and he laughs, scoffing as he rolls his eyes.
"yeah,yeah,shoot me. i was looking through your instagram in the taxi."
that just makes your heart swell (and heat coil in your stomach) and you step close to him again with the sensual thrill nothing else compares to.
"oh, you were?" your fingertips skim his sweats, and to your delight,he's free-balling. you used to mock him for the habit, but now? easy access is certainly a priority in early morning reunions like these.
"mm-yep, i was.." chris trails off, hips already arching to yours as he leans back against the kitchen table, your name falling from his lips as a curse.
"nice of you." your lips press against his, soft but insistent and he hums, gently reaching down to lift you up by your thighs this time, finding his way to your bedroom to drop you into the mattress.
giggling, you strip off the t-shirt, your nipples already pebbling in the semi-cold of your room. chris moans quietly at just the sight, pulling back to impatiently wriggle his shoes off , and get his t-shirt off over his head.
"you seem a little pent up, christopher," you tease, eyes watching faithfully as he sheds of his sweatpants. his balls are softly bulging with cum, dick already flushed and pink where it curves to prod his stomach. "haven't you been jerking off?"
flush slides across his face and down to his chest as he shifts to lay atop you. "not really. i kinda-" his eyes search your face for a moment, waiting for judgement. "wanted to save my cum up for you."
you feel yourself grinning. "for me? i'm honoured." your boyfriend rolls his eyes, growing pinker and he twitches against your thigh.
"shut up," he grumbles half-heartedly.
"make me," you giggle back, and he does. your lips press together with newfound francitity- his earlier words, the promise of saving up his cum.. is surprisingly really, really hot, and you're more desperate and rough than usual.
lips still attached sloppily to yours, chris' hand slides down to gently glide through to between your legs, muttering something about 'perfection' and wetness. "so pretty," he practically coos, pressing wet kisses down your throat, sternum, lavishing attention on your nipples with his forefinger, thumb, and tongue.
"fuck, oh-chris.." your hips press up, back arching as his mouth gets lower and he chuckles lowly against you, licking a slow, lazy stripe through your aching folds.
"i know,baby," he grins against you, head dipping,nose brushing your mound as he suckles on your clit until your toes curl.
your hand slips down into his hair, but just as you're getting close he pulls back, causing you to whine in protest.
"mm, not yet," his tongue laps at your precum before he raises up again, nose brushing yours. "i want us to try cum together. please?"
the idea of that makes your stomach coil tighter. "yeah, yeah.. okay. together. i-"
chris ruts his hips, his gummy tip sliding through you, bumping and giving friction in all the right places. "y-you're still on the pill, right? not missed it?" he checks, face screwed up in pleasure as you roll your hips together, soft squelches coming from where you're closest.
you nod. "yeah, i-" you're cut off by a moan as you realise just how wet you both are. "have you- not cum for months,baby?" your brow is furrowed in arousal, eyes squinting at him where he's crouched, lip tugged between his teeth.
he shakes his head. "nah..my cum's all yours,baby. what else's gonna fill you up, hm? if i don't save it?" he ruts his hips again, moaning against the side of your neck as he starts to suck a hickey there.
fuck. "oh,chris.." you lean to kiss him again and he moans, tip latching properly this time as he starts to slowly ease inside of you. the stretch is as delicious as always, his girth just right and his curve perfect to slowly reach to drag the inside of your walls in the right way.
he feels wetter inside you, and both of your movements are sluggish as he starts to thrust into you, your arms resting over his shoulder. chris groans, hiking your leg up higher to fling over his waist, moving in fast squelching strokes that hit your cervix over and over until you're dizzy and scratching his back.
you barely register him saying your name until he pulls out a little. "i'm close," chris chokes breathlessly, reaching down to test your clit between his fingers. "are you-?"
"yeah,shit, yeah," you just shut your eyes, head leaning back, your hands lifting to twist your own nipples. chris moans quietly,hips bumping forward again.
"okay.. i-" his back arches against you,tummy brushing yours as you lift your leg higher,demanding further friction where his balls knock your clit. and then to your delight, and of course his, he cums harder than he has in a while, long thick spurts that seem to just keep coming, hot and creamy as they fill you up.
he pulls out slowly and carefully, both of you leaning to see the way that it spills loose. his arm steadies your back and he carefully jerks himself through it, more and more of his release spurting free, landing all over the apex of your thighs. a real hot mess.
"chris, i'm-" the sight of it alone, the way it gushes out of you, of him- everywhere- is overpowering, and you cum moments after him, just adding to the mess.
"holy shit." he breathes, fingers dipping down to swirl in the mix of his cum and your release, dragging around your clit in circles to guide you through your orgasm. "there's so much," his dick's twitching, spent, but you can see by the flush on his cheeks and chest that he's still turned on.
carefully, you take his wrist in your hand and drag it up, shoving his cum-coated fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue dramatically around the salty digits. chris just whimpers, looking like his knees are about to buckle as he slumps to lay beside you instead.
"wow- just,wow." he manages to croak as he gently pulls his fingers out. "you like that?"
you find yourself nodding, stomach flipping at the idea of doing something so dirty as eating your boyfriend's cum. he hums, leaning down to rub his spent tip through you again. it's overstimulating, and you twist away a little.
"no-chris, baby,no more," you try to plead,and he shushes you gently, easing himself in just enough to push his cum back inside you, fingers helping too before, at your protests, he reluctantly pulls out with a wet pop.
"this pussy is fucking evil," he says,sounding nothing short of proud as he presses a damp kiss to your exhausted, quivering clit.
"dastardly," you agree, exhaling a tired laugh despite yourself, letting his big hands coax you into his arms.
"i'll clean you up in a minute.." he mumbles,eyes fluttering shut with tiredness already.
"in a minute.." you agree, snuggling closer into his warmth,blissfully ignorant to the sticky mess now on your sheets, and eventually you both just fall asleep.
tags : @bunnymoser @skyeskyee @riggysworld
a/n : i redid my blog website theme every1 complement me ok thanks .. idek why i was scared to post this when i've already done pegging
in which . . . preachersdaughter!reader gets on dealer!chris's last nerve.
⚠︎ this fic containts piss kink!!! don't like? don't read! love ya!
neither you or chris were quite sure what had gotten into you today, but you were being particularly irritating. you had accompanied him to the garage as the library was closed for the day, and you just couldn't stop blabbering on, despite the fact that chris was clearly trying very hard to concentrate on the tricky job in front of him. the other guys were all out helping with a breakdown on the highway, and chris had a feeling that the fact you were alone with him was only encouraging your audacity.
he normally loved hearing you talk, but now he was really trying to focus on this complicated repair, and you weren't helping. he had politely asked you to be quiet several times now, and he was starting to lose his patience.
not to mention the fact that you had been sipping on a carton of apple juice for ten minutes, and now you were slurping obnoxiously with the straw.
“would you shut it?” chris snapped, slamming his wrench down on the stool next to him.
you frowned. this was the fifth time chris had tried to shut you up and you were really not having it.
“and i know there's no fucking juice left in that carton,” he continued. “don't know why you're still sucking on the damn thing.”
you looked down at the carton in your hand. you hadn't even really noticed you were doing it. it was just relaxing to you, maybe. you shrugged and tossed the juice box at him, the light cardboard hitting him square in the back.
his head slowly turned just enough to glare at you over his shoulder, and his voice was unnervingly calm as he said, “you're gonna regret that, baby.”
now he wasn't speaking to you at all, no matter if you tried to rile him up further or to apologise. he simply remained silent, focusing on the job in front of him.
“chris, look,” you said a while later. he didn't look. “hey, chris! look what i’ve got. it’s funny. chris. hey, chris?”
you huffed and hopped off the counter, squeezing yourself in between chris and the car so that he had no choice but to look at you.
“look.” you grinned and pulled out another juice box from your back pocket, waving it around in his face. chris merely sighed, held your shoulders, and moved you out of his way.
“not even gonna try and take it from me? whatever.” you jumped back up on his workbench and starting working on the second juice box.
an hour later, chris still wasn't speaking to you, so now you were just extremely bored, and you could feel yourself starting to need the bathroom.
“chris? i know you're not talking, but is there a bathroom in the garage? just, like, nod or grunt or something.”
chris didn't even look back at you, just shook his head. you frowned in confusion.
“no bathroom? i feel like that's not legal.”
he shrugged. you sighed and walked back over to him, tugging on his shirt. “chris, please. i know you're annoyed at me and i’m sorry, okay? but i gotta pee!”
“you're sorry?” he muttered.
“yeah, dude. said it, like, a hundred times now.”
“hm.” he sat down in the chair at his desk and patted at his lap. you smiled and eagerly straddled him, hoping he had finally forgiven you, but he shook his head and turned you around so that your back was pressed to his chest.
“you're really sorry, angel?” he whispered into your ear, pressing a soft kiss just below it. you shivered slightly and nodded.
“so sorry.”
“okay.” he unbuttoned your shorts, dipping his hand inside to rub at you through your panties.
you gasped and sighed softly, loving the attention after having been ignored for so long.
but you could only handle his touches for a couple minutes before you felt that aching in your bladder.
“chris, wait, i actually have to pee—”
as you tried to stand up off his lap, his arm wrapped tighter around your waist to keep you down.
“wasn't lying about there being no bathroom here, baby. i'm a lot of things, but m’not a liar.”
“but… but where do you guys pee?” you whined.
chris continued rubbing at your pussy. “against the wall out the back. we're all guys here. don't know what you were expecting.”
“well, i have to go!”
“you're gonna stay here first. think i’m gonna let you roam around as you please after being such a fucking brat?” he punctuated that last word with a slap to your pussy, which made you gasp and start squirming around in his lap.
“stay still.” he tugged your shorts off and tossed them to the floor. your panties came next, quickly shoved into chris’s back pocket. you felt his legs spreading wider beneath you, forcing you to spread yours as well if you didn't want to fall.
chris hooked your legs around his to hold them open before he returned his hand to your dripping pussy, dragging his middle and ring fingers through your folds. he slipped both fingers inside you, and you had barely adjusted before he was pushing in a third.
“ow…” you whined. the burning stretch of your pussy was coinciding with the heavy ache in your bladder, and you knew the juices soaking chris's hand weren't just your arousal.
“chris, you gotta stop, i’m gonna pee…”
“where you gonna go, huh? gonna piss against the wall outside like the rest of us?”
the thought made your cheeks burn, and you shook your head furiously.
“then what, genius?”
“i don't know, but i can't anymore!”
“too bad.” chris started pumping his fingers in and out of you even faster, until you were almost screaming.
“chris, do you want me to pee on you or something? why won't you just let me go?”
chris's movements faltered at that. was that what he wanted? he hadn't really thought out the logistics, just thought it'd be fun to make you squirm and beg. but the thought of you completely letting go like that… damn.
“yeah.”
“what?”
“yeah. go for it. piss all over me.”
“that's — that's gross, chris! really gross!”
“hm.” he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, now pressing his thumb down on your clit while his other hand splayed across your lower tummy, putting pressure right on your bladder.
you whined and tried to escape, but there was nowhere for you to go. “chris, please…”
“just go, baby. i said it's fine.”
there wasn't much you could do now. you knew you had lost, so you pushed your dignity aside and just let go.
chris heard the hissing sound fill the room before he felt the hot liquid spraying into his palm, dripping onto his lap and completely soaking his jeans. you moaned softly and threw your head back against his shoulder at the sweet relief, starting to hump his palm without even realising.
“holy…” chris leaned over your shoulder to get a better look as the last of it came out. you were panting to catch your breath, and chris just rubbed gently at your drenched pussy in total fascination.
“fuck… that was disgusting, baby.”
you whined and hid your face in your hands. “stop… i’m vulnerable right now.”
“my gross pissy girl. just fuckin’... pissed all over me. goddamn.”
“would you stop repeating it?”
“i’m just in awe, baby. never done anything like that before. never even considered it.”
“can we go home? i feel dirty,” you whined.
“yeah, it's time.” he lifted you up off his lap and took a second to assess the mess.
because your shorts were halfway across the room and your panties tucked safely in chris’s pocket, your clothes had actually managed to avoid any evidence of what had just happened. chris, on the other hand, had collected it all, right on the front of his jeans.
he scoffed at the sight, and looked back up at you. “well, now we're both embarrassed. that make you feel better?”
“yeah.” you couldn't help but look a little smug as you pulled your shorts back on and walked with chris out of the garage.
he tried to take your hand as a peace offering, but you snatched it away. “no way. there's pee on your hand.”
╰┈➤ in which . . . your birthday celebration takes a strange turn.
⚠︎ sub!chris gets passed around by you and your friends, hints of dubcon, slightly pervy!chris, intoxication, handjob m!receiving, oral sex, pet names, a cheeky slap, passing out
you aren't lying to chris about the details of your birthday sleepover, you're just withholding information.
information that he, for some reason, thinks is pretty crucial when he walks through your front door to find himself surrounded by a huge group of beautiful women. he smiles politely at them before grabbing your wrist and pulling you to a quiet corner.
“oh! you okay, chris?”
“uh, yeah! totally fine. just, uh… just wondering if there's gonna be any more guys coming?”
your brows furrow in thought for a second before you smile and shake your head. “nope! i think it's just you.”
“right. right.” he nods slowly and drags his hand over his mouth, looking over his shoulder at all your friends. most of them are already in pajamas, little sleep shorts and tiny tank tops, and they're already doing all the stereotypical girl sleepover shit chris thought only happened in movies, like braiding each other’s hair and pillow fighting.
“hey,” you frown and place your hand on chris's arm to regain his attention. “that's not a problem, is it?”
“no! no.” he answers a little too quickly.
“we're gonna have so much fun!” you give him an excited hug, and chris takes a sharp breath. you're not wearing a bra under your sleep shirt, and he can feel your tits pressing against his chest. this is gonna be a long fucking night.
“you need to get into your pajamas!” you exclaim, tugging him into the nearest bathroom.
chris sighs and sets his backpack down on the counter, pulling out a pair of plaid pajama pants and a tshirt that looks identical to the one he's already wearing. the two of you stand there looking expectantly at each other, until he raises an eyebrow and gestures to the door.
“oh! you want privacy. i'll just turn around!” you grin cheerfully and turn your back to him. “sorry, me and the girls usually just change in front of each other.”
“yeah, well, i’m not one of the girls.” chris mutters as he drops his jeans to the floor.
“tonight you are! are there any activities you wanna do?”
chris wants to say make it through the night without getting a visible erection, but he just opts for, “as long as there's food, i'm good.”
“totally. well, i guess me and the girls were kind of thinking… only if you'd be up for it, of course…”
chris frowns. whatever you're about to ask him, it can't possibly be good.
“can we do your makeup?”
oh. “uh… i guess so? why, though?”
“because it's super fun, and you'd look really cute. and it's super fun!”
“are you drunk already?”
you don't like his accusatory tone, so you take a peek over your shoulder. “are you in your pajamas yet?”
he has been for a minute now, so you drag him out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen. “guys, he said yes!”
“oh, yay!” one of your friends exclaims.
“stay here.” you say to him before rushing to your room to grab your makeup bag. the other girls push chris into a seat, and when you return with the makeup, they all start grabbing products.
each girl takes a turn for every step, and for reasons unbeknownst to chris, they're all deciding to sit on his lap while they do it. it's a small chair, so he has to hold onto their waists to keep them steady, and he's really struggling to hold himself together. they’re all speaking so gently to him as they swipe fluffy brushes or soft sponges across his face. the girl who does his eye makeup tells him to look down while she works, which brings his eyes in direct contact with her tits. fuck.
the last girl swipes gloss over his lips, and you step forward to squeeze his cheeks together. “doesn't he look so cute, guys?”
“adorable!”
“so fucking cute.”
his cheeks burn at the attention, and at the fact that he probably looks fucking stupid right now, but before he can get up to scrub his face in the bathroom, you're dragging him up by his wrist again and leading everyone to sit in the centre of the room.
“who wants to play some games?” you ask.
general noises of assent come from everyone in the room, apart from chris, who sits there tight-lipped. there's a glint in your eye he just doesn't trust.
“what are you guys up for? spin the bottle? truth or dare?”
“let’s do a drinking game!” one of your friends shouts, and a few others nod and hum in agreement.
“okay… how about truth or drink, then?” that seems to get people going, so you turn to your friend violet with a mischievous grin.
“violet. what’s the longest you’ve gone without having sex?”
she hums in thought for a second. “i think the longest i’ve gone… maybe six months?” she laughs. “you gotta make the questions harder if you want people to drink, babe.”
you smile and roll your eyes. “alright, fine. since you're such a pro, you ask someone a question.”
violet scans the room for a minute before her eyes land on chris.
“chris!” she smiles innocently. he can already feel his face turning red as all eyes fix on him. “hmm… what's your most shameful fantasy?”
that question brings forth a few scattered giggles, and chris shakes his head and immediately reaches for a shot glass. “i'm keeping that to myself, sorry, everyone.”
“pussy!” you yell as violet pats you on the back with a smug grin on her face.
“that's just how it's done, babe.”
a few rounds and filthy questions later, the attention is back on chris as some redhead he doesn't recognise chooses to ask him.
“chris…” she pauses to think for a second. “what's your favourite position?”
if chris's face wasn't red as a tomato before, it definitely is now. a collective “ooo” sound fills the room as everyone awaits his response. he really wouldn't like to answer this, but he doesn't want to get blackout drunk, so he has to start answering some questions.
“uh… i — i don't… um, cowgirl?”
his voice is meek as he forces out an answer, and after a brief pause, the room erupts into laughter. he tries to laugh along with everyone, but from across the room, you can tell how embarrassed he is. your eyes narrow slightly as you study his expressions.
when he's around his guy friends, he's the epitome of confidence, constantly bragging about how many ‘bitches’ are in his DMs, begging to suck his dick. but now, he's flustered, covered in blush and glitter, and too embarrassed to say the word cowgirl. it's a welcome change, you think.
“guys, stop laughing!” you butt in, barely holding back a laugh yourself. “he could've said, like, prone bone or something.” that brings forth another outburst of laughter, and this time chris is actually involved.
people get braver and drunker as the game progresses, making their questions even dirtier. chris has no choice but to keep drinking, and by the time you stop the game, he can barely feel his face.
“anybody wanna watch a movie?” you ask. the girls agree, and everybody gets up to grab snacks and claim a seat on the couch.
chris can't bear to be in this makeup any longer, so he goes to the bathroom to scrub his skin clean, and by the time he gets back, you're already sandwiched on the couch in between two of your friends.
he sighs and tries to sit as close to you as he can, just separated by a couple of girls. the couch soon fills up, and a blonde girl chris doesn't recognise walks in from the kitchen a minute later.
“oh, no! am i too late for a seat?” she whines in disappointment.
you sit up to scan the room, and gesture casually at chris. “you can sit on chris's lap. he has, like, unfairly thick thighs.”
chris can barely make eye contact with the girl as she smiles innocently at him. “oh, you wouldn't mind, would you?”
he forces himself to reciprocate the smile and shakes his head. “nah, you're all good.”
she positions herself on his lap, pressing her back against his chest and slotting her legs between his slightly spread ones. she turns to look at him over her shoulder. “thanks! i’m ellie, by the way.”
“yeah, nice to meet ya.” he keeps his hands firmly at his sides and waits for her to turn around again before letting out a deep sigh. how the fuck is he gonna sit through this whole movie?
the girl closest to the lightswitch flicks it off, letting the tv illuminate the room as your friends settle on some cheesy rom com. a few minutes into the movie, chris finds himself calming down. having ellie on his lap isn't so bad after all.
that is, until she starts squirming around on top of him. it starts gradually, with her only moving every few minutes, but it quickly becomes more frequent as she struggles to make herself comfortable.
chris risks a glance down at his lap to see that her shorts have ridden up until practically her whole butt is on display. he can feel his cock rising in his sweats, and he has to bite down on his lip to avoid making any noise.
after some more shuffling, ellie lets out a small sound of frustration and turns around to whisper in his ear.
“chris, is there something in your pocket? i’m just finding it hard to get comfy, cause something's digging into my butt.”
chris thinks he could die right now, on the spot. what can he even say to the poor girl?
“uh… yes, but i can't move it. sorry.”
“hm?” she reaches around to try and grab at the offending object, instead squeezing firmly at the outline of chris’s dick through his pajama pants. “ohhh…” she lets out a soft giggle, quiet enough for just him to hear.
chris knows he should be mortified right now, but his mind is just a little too fuzzy to think straight, and before he realises what he's doing, he places his hand on top of hers, guiding her to rub it through his clothes.
to chris's dismay, ellie can’t stifle her giggle this time, grabbing the attention of everyone else in the room. someone pauses the movie, and you speak up.
“guys, what's going on? we're trying to watch the movie.”
once everyone's eyes land on ellie and chris, most of them gasp, and one girl flicks the light on to expose the two of them.
“what the fuck?”
“holy shit!”
“guys, it's not my fault!” ellie giggles. “chris got hard from me sitting on him, and he just started moving my hand like this.”
“chris, is that true?” you ask accusingly.
“n-no! it's… i wasn't… i didn't…” he whines in frustration, unable to get his thoughts in order due to the combination of his drunkenness and the warmth and gentle pressure he's getting from ellie’s hand, which she still hasn’t moved.
“that's gross.”
“seriously, so weird.”
that doesn't stop everyone from crowding round to get a closer look, and before chris realises what's going on, ellie is standing up off his lap while various hands grab at his pajamas and boxers.
“hey, wait… stop it…” chris mumbles, closing his thighs and covering his half-clothed dick with his hands. his half-hearted protests don't convince anyone, and soon his pants and underwear are pooled around his ankles. his cock rests against his tummy, the tip leaking and flushed a shade of red even brighter than his cheeks.
everyone's eyes are on his dick now, and general sounds of approval fill the room.
“it's cute!”
“totally.”
“i don't know, i prefer them longer.”
as he feels an unfamiliar hand wrap around his cock, he blinks open his weary eyes in search of you, a familiar and comforting face amongst all this confusion.
he flinches as he feels you lean over his shoulder from behind the couch to whisper in his ear, “you're okay. you can be good for us, right?”
“yeah…” he nods slowly, turning his head to look up at you. you squeeze his cheeks as he looks at you with his wide puppy eyes. you can't quite believe you have him in this position, naked and sprawled out on the couch in front of all your friends, looking up at you with pure, drunken adoration in his eyes.
the first girl, your friend louise, is stroking chris's cock at an agonisingly slow pace, which makes his thighs twitch and squeeze together. that prompts a collective “awww” and chris feels a few hands gently rubbing his thighs and pulling them open again.
you're still stroking his hair encouragingly as another girl yells, “i want a turn!”
suddenly a new hand is on his cock, stroking him at a much faster pace, much more rough than he's ready for. he squeals, a sound he doesn't think he's ever produced before, as his hips buck and his back arches.
you frown and lean forward. “hey, gentle, okay? he's not a toy, phoebe.”
phoebe pouts and slows down her strokes. “looks like a toy to me.”
chris huffs at that, but he knows he can't argue. just look at him.
the intense pleasure makes his mouth drop open slightly, and before long, he can feel a girl's fingers forcing their way between his lips. he doesn't protest, but instinctively closes his mouth around her digits and starts to suck.
he hears a girl gasp, presumably the owner of said fingers, who exclaims, “oh my god, he's so cute!”
“right?” another girl agrees. “i just wanna put him in my pocket and keep him for myself.”
“i know, he's like a little puppy or something.”
chris whines and sucks harder. he's never been spoken about in this way, but it's making him feel a different type of pleasure than what he's used to.
just as he thinks the combined words and touches might finally make him cum, he hears a quieter voice say, “can i try?” and phoebe’s hand is removed from his cock.
he whines over the loss of contact, a sound that is quickly cut off by the sensation of a pair of lips kissing up the length of his dick. he whimpers and bucks his hips again, muttering pleasepleaseplease under his breath, until he feels her pause and pull away.
you notice your friend's expression as she hesitates. “chris, wait a sec. you okay, mia?”
she nods. “just… i've never actually done this before…”
chris opens his eyes to look at the girl in front of him. she's nervously chewing her bottom lip, looking over chris's shoulder at you for guidance.
he sits up slightly. “you want me to help? c'mon, it's easy,” he grips the base of his cock and directs it towards her. “y’see the tip there? can you try just giving it a little lick? like i’m ice cream or something.”
she smiles and gives his tip a few kitten licks, collecting the precum that’s been leaking for some time now.
“yeah, good girl. can you suck on it for me? don't have to take any more than the tip for now. that's it.”
he sighs in relief as her lips wrap around his tip, sucking gently as her hand wraps around his base.
“yeah, that's it, mia.” another one of your friends smiles encouragingly at her.
she gets a little braver and starts to take more of him into her mouth. chris whines, covering his face with his hands as he squirms beneath her.
“oh my god, i can't… it's too—” he whimpers and tangles his hand in her hair, trying to force her head down before one of your friends yells, “hey! don't fucking push her!”
before he realises what he's done, both his arms are being lifted and pinned behind his head, and someone even risks a slap on his cheek.
chris has never been slapped during anything sexual before, and to his surprise, the sudden impact has him spilling out into mia's mouth, his breath shuddering as he tries to figure out what the hell just happened.
“say sorry to mia.” chris hears your chastising voice behind him, and he opens his eyes to look at the girl in front of him. her eyes are wide with shock, cum dripping from her lips and chin, but to chris's relief, there's a satisfied smile on her face.
“i’m… i’m so sorry… i swear i don't normally—”
“it's okay. i'm sure you can make it up to me.” her voice is still shy, but there's something in her easy forgiveness that chris doesn't quite trust.
it's not long until he's laying on his back on the couch with mia straddling his face, devouring her pussy like his life depends on it. at this point, his life might actually depend on it. your friends are clearly insane.
mia’s whining and holding on to the hands of two of your friends for support. they're standing around her, praising her with sweet voices for being so brave.
chris is thoroughly enjoying himself, as is she. chris can tell by the way she grinds on top of his face, slowly inching her body forward until his nose and mouth are fully enveloped in her dripping folds.
he can't breathe anymore, but he can't bring himself to care. he probably should, because the combination of the lack of oxygen and the amount he's had to drink is starting to make him feel a little… lightheaded.
his eyes fly open and he sits up, coughing and spluttering with a force that racks through his body. he lifts his hand to his mouth to find it covered in cum, presumably from your friend, whose name he can’t bring himself to recall. his head is pounding, and he glances down to find a puddle of cum on his stomach. what happened?
“oh, guys, he's awake.” chris hears a voice from the kitchen, and soon everyone comes walking back over to the couch.
“what—” chris's first attempt at speaking is completely inaudible as his throat is completely sore and croaky. he coughs and tries again. “what happened?”
“oh, you passed out while mia was riding your face.” one of your friends volunteers. “you were only out for, like… an hour?”
chris glances down at the state of his stomach. “is that all?”
you crouch down next to where he's sitting and gently rub his shoulder. “don't worry about any of that, okay?”
“but… did you guys do something to me?” you can tell chris is starting to get a little panicked, so you sit next to him and give him a gentle kiss on the cheek.
“no, puppy. you came untouched after you passed out. it was really cute.”
chris frowns and lifts a hand to his pounding head. he feels extremely vulnerable right now, naked and confused on your couch with all of your friends looking down sat him in pity. and since when were you calling him puppy?
one of your friends walks in from the kitchen holding two pills and a bottle of water.
“open.” she says, kneeling in front of him. chris frowns but does as she says anyway. he can definitely do this himself, but he doesn’t mind so much once he’s swallowed the pills and your friend calls him a good boy. he can already feel his headache dissipating and his eyelids starting to feel heavier.
“you want help getting cleaned up?” your voice is so, so soft, and chris feels like he could get lost in it forever. he looks up at you and nods like you just offered to save his life, and before he knows it, all of your friends are fussing over him, wiping him up with towels and kissing all over his body.
chris is too weak to move. he just tilts his head back and lets it all happen to him, looking up at you with sleepy eyes. once he's clean, everyone sits around him, including you, enveloping him in warmth, and he feels himself starting to drift off.
“can you say thank you to everyone?” you prompt, lifting his chin with your hand.
a lot of people have been hating on Chris and calling him ugly, but guysssssss he looks like a grown man like its so HOTTTTTTT… like i get it, he was SO FUCKING FINEEEE, but frat boy Chris just gives high school boy… like I can’t look at frat boy Chris now and think he’s so hot… he just looks like a baby there. I honestly think the hate is because of his haircut
If you support ICE my account is not a fucking safe place for you at fucking all. Being silent is being ignorant, now I come to this account here and there but that doesn’t mean that i’m not doing my part in speaking up about what’s been happening on other platforms.
We are all human and deserve to be treated as such, for all people including the triplets to not even say a fucking thing??? One of their main biggest fans have gotten tired of them being silent. It gets to a point to where it’s like—are you going to continue and scroll aimlessly on social media as millions are being killed or are you going to do what you can with the amount of resources you have?
Before anyone in this fandom who is ignorant, privileged, a kiss ass and just literally views what’s happening as just “another day” or “not a big deal” texts me or sends in anons—Chris will not fuck you if you’re silent, Matt will not kiss you if you ignore the crying and screams of people being taken away and murdered and Nick will not be your gay best friend as you scroll past families having to deal with the losses that this government has caused.
Fuck ICE and support Palestine because it’s the right thing to do and not bc it’s a trend.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ ... an sub!inexperienced!chris x reader alternate universe
cw: mentions of smut, p in v, kinks, sub!chris, f!m!receiving head
𝓐 ⤷ ゛aftercare ˎˊ˗
to be honest, most of the aftercare is you taking care of him after you overstimulate and/or edge him for too long. he'll be a sweaty, flushed, whimpering mess by the end of it, in no state to stand up, let alone help you. a couple times when you've had more vanilla sex, he cleans you up gently with your guidance before the two of you go shower.
𝓑 ⤷ ゛body part ˎˊ˗
he fucking loves your tits. he'll do anything to cup, touch, and suck them no matter the time. he's came multiple times from just that, hips rutting against whatever surface he's on. he's obsessed with your ass—practically worships it, as one of his favourite things to do is eat it from the back. he's also thoroughly obsessed with your hands. seeing them wrapped around his dick, those acrylics you get that scratch down his back, and that feeling when you grab his face to make him look at you gets him off so much. all in all, he's obsessed with you and worships all of your body :>
𝓒 ⤷ ゛cum ˎˊ˗
he can cum multiple times at your hands. you love making him come in his pants first by grinding on him, making him come again jerking his slick cock off, then (if he's lucky) making cup again when he's inside you. it keeps his dick lubricated, cum from the other releases just adding up. he loves seeing it seep out of your hole—he can get hard again just at the sight, wanting nothing but to use his fingers and shove it back in.
𝓓 ⤷ ゛dirty secret ˎˊ˗
he would never say it because he feels like its somehow unloyal to you, his "hookup," but in the dirtiest place in his mind, he would do absolutely anything to have two girls on him at once. just the thought of one kissing up and down his body or sitting on his face while the other sucks him off makes his dick twitch in his pants.
𝓔 ⤷ ゛experience ˎˊ˗
chris literally just lost his virginity at your hands. the reason he was a virgin was at first by choice—the same reason for his abstinence, but then later in life it just never really happened. he isn't experienced in much, but you're slowly but surely teaching him. right now you're trying to teach him to last longer for any future hookups/relationships, but he hasn't been successful whatsoever. you have a lot more experience—you've been in a couple sexually active relationships, but no one as good or as subby as chris.
𝓕 ⤷ ゛fav position ˎˊ˗
anything where you're on top. honestly he starts trembling at even the sight of you bare in front of him, so he doubts his legs would be strong enough for him to be on top. he has however enjoyed doing it from the back, loving the way you arch for him. even if he can't last long with a view like that, he gets to pull out and cum all over your ass and back, then bend down to eat you out from behind until you're a moaning mess.
𝓖 ⤷ ゛goofy ˎˊ˗
during sex, he's not really one to be goofy. he for sure laughs nervously whenever you're trying to show him something or teach him. you love teasing him whenever you can, making fun of how fast he's coming, or how desperate he looks—he gets off on it anyways. most of the time all his is is desperate and horny, begging for more the entire time.
𝓗 ⤷ ゛horny ˎˊ˗
chris gets horny so often. it's a genuine problem where he'll catch himself thinking about you then have to run off to the bathroom. at night when he's by himself, he gets achingly hard as he tries to recreate the feeling of your hand, failing miserably, leaving him frustrated and horny. thankfully, you've given him permission to facetime you when he feels like that, allowing the two of you to have phone sex. you often send him pictures and videos when he's horny, anything to help him. whenever you're around him, the two of you have to have sex, or at least a quickie, otherwise you can't even have a proper conversation with chris without him growing more and more aroused.
𝓘 ⤷ ゛intimacy ˎˊ˗
you love being intimate to him during sex. you love whispering promises in his ear, calling him "baby" and other pet names, and being as physically close to him as possible. afterwards, you tend to pull away a bit to keep your distance as "just friends," even when all he wants to do is cuddle with you. you've definitely given in and let him spoon you a couple times. he loves being intimate during sex by keeping eye contact. even when he's so wrecked he can barely keep his eyes open, he loves seeing the way you moan and fall apart too.
𝓙 ⤷ ゛jerking off ˎˊ˗
he tries very often and fails to come without you most of the time. he honestly hadn't tried doing it before you, so he's pretty bad at it. you've thought about getting him some sort of toys or a vibrator to help him when he's alone without you. however he LOVES when you jerk him off—seeing your hands wrapped around him while you stroke him tightly but at an excruciatingly slow pace just makes him come twice as fast.
𝓚 ⤷ ゛kink ˎˊ˗
he loves anything where you're a dom. he's very vanilla (for now) when it comes to sex and doesn't exactly know what he wants, so you take most control of what the two of you do. you're a rope bunny, so you do bondage with him often. seeing him wriggle and arch his back on the bed, flushed pink, is the best view that you know he loves too. you. you really want to do something exhibitionist or some kinky sadism stuff with him, but you haven't told him.
𝓛 ⤷ ゛location ˎˊ˗
chris likes doing it anywhere where he's able to lie back and let you do whatever you want to him. he's not a fan of cramped space and loves being spread out (and tied up). that means that it usually happens in a bedroom, but occasionally on sofas.
𝓜 ⤷ ゛motivation ˎˊ˗
you've always been really sexually active, whether in other relationships or other fwbs (women!!!) so you have a lot of sexual motivation. chris has never felt very motivated, but ever since he met you, it's been the complete opposite. he can't stop wanting to do things with you and thinking about you gets him hard.
𝓝 ⤷ ゛no ˎˊ˗
even though your sexual relationship with him is relatively new, you've already set up a safe world "red" with him. he loves being overstimulated into oblivion until he begs you to stop, so it's important for him to have a safe word. the two of you also constantly check in with eachother during sex to make sure you're still comfortable.
𝓞 ⤷ ゛oral ˎˊ˗
he can't decided if he loves giving or receiving more—he loves coming from just eating you out, hips rubbing against the mattress. he doesn't even need friction to come—just the sound of your voice and the delicious juices he lapped up while your thighs clenched around your head riled him up so much. he loves receiving—getting to hear your choking on his big dick while he moans and bucks his hips up was just too much for him. he doesn't last more than 2 minutes when you give him head though.
𝓟 ⤷ ゛pace ˎˊ˗
even though he doesn't last long, sessions never end without at least 2 orgasms. you go slowly, matching whatever speed you feel like, even when he begs you to speed up or give him more.
𝓠 ⤷ ゛quickies ˎˊ˗
the only quickies the two of you do are quick handjobs for him here and there. otherwise, you prefer slow, sensual sex with multiple orgasms in the privacy of your/his bedroom or shower.
𝓡 ⤷ ゛risks ˎˊ˗
he doesn't really enjoy taking risks as much as you do, but sometimes it's necessary when he gets hard in public or around friends—the two of you end up heading to the washroom. you have a fantasy of doing it with him on the balcony of a hotel room up in the sky just for fun. he's scared of heights and contests this. another risk you've been privately dreaming about is giving him head while he drives you around (which is pretty often.) you might just try it soon ;)
𝓢 ⤷ ゛stamina ˎˊ˗
he's got the stamina of a piece of bread—literally cannot top for shit, and gets tired, legs shaky in minutes. he'll whine for you to move or do something. with the lack of sexual activity for most of his life, he doesn't last long at all. but it's okay—you find it endearing the way he desperately tries to keep it together for you, then begs to fill you up.
𝓣 ⤷ ゛toys ˎˊ˗
you have a plethora of toys because you had usually hooked up with women over, but you like using them on him too. you have several shapes and kinds of vibrators, dildos that he was terrified of, and a lot of ropes/cuffs. he however has no toys, but you plan on giving him one as a gift sometime.
𝓤 ⤷ ゛unfair ˎˊ˗
you're terribly unfair to him. you'll often edge him, telling him that he can come soon, just to put his dick down and wait until he stops making noise to pick it up and start stroking again. you love telling him "one more" orgasm, just to keep going after he comes that time too, overstimulating him until he's unable to form words.
𝓥 ⤷ ゛volume ˎˊ˗
he's loud. he physically can't control the amount of whimpering and groaning that comes out of him. he's essentially panting the whole time you touch him all over, begging constantly. you're pretty loud too, sometimes so turned on just from touching him that you cant help moaning as you grind down on whatever surface you're on. you honestly have to resist making noise, because the second those pretty noises spill from your lips, chris comes instantly, unable to hold back.
𝓦 ⤷ ゛wild card ˎˊ˗
he really wants to watch you with a woman. you talk about your sexual experiences with women often—before in a friendly way, but now you know how hard it gets him and you do it on purpose. sometimes he has dreams about you getting eaten out and touched by multiple women before waking up in a sticky mess, thoroughly embarrassed and feeling like an absolute weird pervert.
𝓧 ⤷ ゛x-ray ˎˊ˗
he's big—big enough that you feel that delicious stretch when you sink down onto him as it prods at your wall, and you can't really take it all when you give him head, your hands jerking off the rest. sometimes you need to concentrate and make him shut up and stop whimpering as he enters you, breathing slowly until he's completely in. you had no idea he was hiding all that until the two of you got together—it was a shame he had no idea how to use such a big dick.
𝓨 ⤷ ゛i have nothing for this one what do i even put for yˎˊ˗
𝓩 ⤷ ゛zzzz.. ˎˊ˗
afterwards, you always take a shower with him to clean him off. then, if you let him, he cuddles you to sleep, essentially a reward as he buries his face right in your chest, (sometimes riling him up again, in which situations you send him to the washroom to figure it out himself.)
in moments at night together, the two of you go back to that same fluffy feeling of being friends—talking about your day, watching movies, and having deep talks. sometimes the two of you aren't even sure if you want more than you already have.
a/n - vocabulary of a person who was coerced into doing an online bdsm test at age 13 🙁
anyways as you can see i certainly have some things planned!
in which! . . .You get too cocky and Chris proves you wrong.
KINKTOBER fic #8
“You said you could take it, baby.” Chris murmured in your ear as he pounded his hard cock into your aching pussy.
You did say that, although it was three rounds ago, back when your makeup wasn’t dripping off your face, when your pussy didn’t feel like it was going to fall off, when you were playing a game of drink or dare confidently with your friends.
In front of all your friends you had said that you could take five rounds tonight, even if you were extremely tipsy while making that claim. The bed creaked just from the sheer force of how hard and fast Chris was thrusting.
It was too much, but also not enough. You couldn’t take it but you also needed more.
The feeling was so overstimulating but it felt so good. Chris’s hips rolled at the perfect pace. Chris looked at your pathetic face under him.
Your face twisted in pleasure, Chris loved seeing that look on your face. He loved noticing all the small details, how your eyebrows scrunched up, how your eyes rolled back when you were right on edge, how you cried while he was buried deep inside you.
Your hips probably have bruises on them just from the sheer amount of pressure Chris applied to it while gripping your hips in between thrusts. You loved how he would pause in between rounds just to make sure it wasn’t too much and if you wanted more, and most of the time you definitely wanted more.
The bed was covered in the liquids you both spilled on it tonight. Cum and sweat covered the both of you, not that either of you minded. His hips continued to thrust and meet yours. “I thought you could go five rounds, but here you are not even three and you already look so fucked out.”
Damn him. You wanted to retort back and be a “sassy little asshole” as he would often call you when you acted bratty. But your muscles ached too much to even speak.
Your brains felt like a puddle of mush. “Looks I already fucked those smart pretty brains out from your head.” He growled lowly, beside your ear.
You felt close for the third time and bucked your hips again. Your legs seemed like it couldn’t control itself. “Chris.” You moaned his name as you came apart as his hips met yours for what felt the millionth time.
: a/n : i’m soooo good at reading smut, but i’m terrible at writing smut!!! it’s so awkward ughhh, bear w/ me, i’m slowly learning 😩
“Baby… if it’s too much, just say the word,” Chris murmured, his gaze intense.
You tilted your head, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “Well, isn’t that the whole idea?” you replied, a soft giggle escaping you.
“I know, but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. If it gets too much, just let me know, okay?” Chris says, his voice laced with genuine concern.
You smile softly at his thoughtful nature. Chris was always eager to try new things, but never without making sure you were comfortable first.
“Okay, baby,” you reply, your voice calm but filled with affection.
You sit on the edge of the bed, your heart racing, as Chris’s cold hands trace up your sides, sending a wave of shivers through your body. Slowly, he peels your shirt off, the fabric slipping over your skin, while his fingers graze your bare skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth radiating from you. He unbuttons your pants next, his touch deliberate yet soft, leaving you in only your underwear, the space between you charged with anticipation.
Chris moves closer, his body pressing against yours as he climbs onto the bed, settling above you. His lips find yours in a deep, passionate kiss, his breath warm against your skin, sending a spark of heat through you. His hands cradle your face gently, deepening the kiss, his movements slow but full of hunger, as if he couldn't get enough of you.
As Chris continues to kiss you, his hands slowly moving down to your neck, collarbone, and then to your chest, his fingers tracing the outline of your underwear, you feel a sudden warmth pooling between your legs. His kisses become more urgent as his hands slip underneath your underwear, his cold fingers wrapping around your warmth gently. You let out a soft moan into his kiss as he starts to rub slow circles around your clit with his thumb while his index finger slowly pushes inside you. He begins to move his finger in and out of you slowly, teasingly, while his thumb continues to circle your sensitive spot.
You can feel your body responding to him, your hips bucking slightly against his hand as you become wetter and wetter with each passing second. Chris pulls back from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he looks down at you, watching your expressions as he continues to pleasure you with his fingers. “You're so wet already,” he murmurs approvingly, before leaning down to suck one of your hardened nipples into his mouth. His finger curls inside you, hitting your G-spot perfectly. Your back arches slightly as you let out a louder moan, your hands gripping the sheets beside you.
He smiles against your breast before biting down gently on your nipple, his fingers moving faster inside you. He adds another finger, stretching you out as he continues to play with your clit.
“Chris,” you whimper, your voice trembling as he hits that spot over and over again. Your legs spread wider on their own, inviting him to go deeper. He obliges, pushing his fingers in as far as they can go, curling them at just the right angle to make you see stars. Your inner muscles tighten around his fingers. He watches you closely, his jaw tight as he adds another finger, making three. You're so wet that the sound of his fingers moving in and out of you echoes in the room. He swallows hard, his eyes dropping to watch the dirty sight.
“God,” he mutters. “You look so beautiful taking all two fingers,” he praises, his voice low and husky. “Look at how wet you're getting, baby. You're dripping all over my hand.”
He pauses, his fingers buried deep inside you, and slowly pushes his thumb against your clit. The added pressure on your clit makes you moan loudly, your hips rolling against his hand desperately now. He starts moving his fingers again, faster and harder, basically fucking you with his hand. Your juices coat his fingers completely, making the sounds even dirtier.
“Fuck,” Chris growls suddenly, pulling his fingers out. Before you can even process what's happening, you hear his zipper going down and then the sound of his jeans and boxers hitting the floor. He positions himself between your spread legs, his cock pressing against your soaking wet entrance. He rubs the head against you slowly, collecting your arousal on his length before slowly pushing inside you.
He's big, and the initial intrusion makes you gasp sharply, your back arching off the bed. “Shh, baby,” Chris whispers soothingly as he pushes deeper into you. “Relax for me.” He kisses your neck gently while holding your hips steady. His cock stretches you wide open—too wide—and hits places inside that make stars dance behind your eyes from overstimulation.
“Oh God,” you whimper as he bottoms out inside you. You can feel every vein, every ridge of his massive length. He pulls back slightly then slams back in hard, making your breasts bounce. He watches them intently before catching one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. Your body is overwhelmed, every nerve ending screaming for more despite the intense pleasure and slight pain. Chris's cock is hitting spots inside you that make your vision blur.
“More... give me more,” Chris grins darkly at your plea, his hips snapping forward even harder. “Like this, baby?” he growls, reaching down to press on your clit with his thumb while continuing his brutal pace. Your cries echo off the walls as he fucks you mercilessly, using your pussy like his own personal fuck toy.
“You're taking my whole cock like such a good girl,” Chris pants, his abs tightening with each thrust. “Look how deep I'm going in that tight little pussy.” He adjusts the angle of his hips slightly, making his dick hit your cervix with every thrust now.
“Please... please!” You scream, your body literally shaking with every merciless thrust, tears rolling down your eyes. Your legs are trembling, your body trembling. You’re overstimulated and yet you want more.
Chris suddenly stops moving, his cock buried balls deep inside you. He leans down close to your ear, his voice low and commanding. “Please what? Use your words, ma. Beg me to keep fucking this tight little pussy.” His hand moves from your clit to wrap around your throat gently. Chris's eyes darken with lust at your desperate plea. “You wanna be fucked into oblivion, baby? Wanna take this huge cock until you can't walk straight?”
He pulls back and slams forward brutally, making you scream. “Use your words, sweetheart.”
“Mmmph... nnngh...” You can barely form words as Chris continues his brutal pace. Your mouth hangs open in a silent 'O', eyes rolled back slightly from overload of sensation. Hands clutch desperately at his shoulders instead of coherent speech coming out anymore just incoherent moans and whimpers.
“Fuck... fuck...” You manage to gasp out between his powerful thrusts, your voice barely audible and trembling with overstimulation. Your legs wrap around him tightly as if trying to hold on for dear life while tears stream down your cheeks from the intense pleasure and slight pain.
“Please... please...”
“Need... need...” You pant desperately between each brutal thrust, your body shaking violently underneath him. “Need... cum...” Your brain is too overwhelmed to form full sentences anymore. “Need... to... cum...” You're right on the edge, completely destroyed by his cock.
“Not yet, baby. Not yet.” Chris whispers darkly, feeling your body beg for release. He pulls out completely, leaving you empty and whimpering. “You wanna cum? Beg for it.” He rubs his cock slowly, watching you squirm and shake with need.
“P-Please... please let me cum...” You're begging desperately now, your hands reaching out towards him desperately. “I need it... I need to cum so bad...” Your body is shaking violently, tears streaming down your face from the overwhelming need and frustration. “Please...” You're practically sobbing now.
Chris smirks, loving your desperation. He lines his cock up with your entrance but doesn't push in. “You sure you can take it?” He rubs his tip against your clit, teasing you mercilessly. You're reduced to whimpers and broken pleas, your body completely overwhelmed with need. Your legs are shaking uncontrollably, pussy dripping onto the bed as you beg incoherently.
“Pl... pll... mmph... need... need...” You're practically begging through sobs now. Without warning, Chris slams his entire length inside you harshly. You scream loudly from the sudden intrusion and overwhelming pleasure as your gummy walls wrap around his massive cock, trying to adjust to the sudden deep invasion. He doesn't give you any time to process before he starts hammering into you mercilessly
“Now, baby.” Chris commands softly but firmly, his hands gentle on your hips. “Let go and cum for me.” He moves slowly inside you, hitting your spot with precision. As soon as you start shaking, he speeds up slightly, helping you ride out your orgasm.
“That's it, baby... Just like that.” Chris whispers encouragingly as your walls clamp down around him. The feeling of your orgasm milking his cock is too much for him to handle. With a deep groan, he buries himself inside you and starts coming hard, filling you with his hot release. The room is filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing and the soft, wet noises of Chris's thick cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy as he holds you close, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
“Too much, ma?” He murmurs against your skin, his voice slightly hoarse. Your body is limp and oversensitive, your voice gone from all the moaning and screaming. You can only manage a small, breathy “Mhm...” causing him to chuckle softly and press a tender kiss to your forehead.
You just finished packing your bags for the trip as a message pops up on your phone,
from nick, matt, chris, elio, mia, & kenz:
nick
“We’re here!!”
you slip into your birkenstocks and grab your bags as you go downstairs. after you say quick goodbyes to your family and hug them, you reach for the doorknob while looking at your parents. Someone beats you to it and when you turn around you see your favorite set of triplets.
“I thought you were waiting in the car?!” you exclaim as nick pulls you into a hug. “Me too” chris mumbles, he looks like he could fall asleep at any moment, he mumbles a tired greeting as he hugs your parents.
Matt stands in the doorframe, and you catch a glimpse of a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “We wanted to say bye to your parents before we left for the summer”
Matt waves at your parents and quickly hugs them, “You ready to go?” His fingertips ghost near your wrist, offering to take the duffle bag from you.
Matt’s touch lingers, his fingers brushing against yours as he takes the bag. The corner of his mouth quirks up like he’s holding back a smile, but there’s a softness in the way he looks at you—like he’s savoring the moment.
“You sure you’re set to road trip? You’ll be stuck with us all summer.” He raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth tilting as he walks you out the door and to the trunk of the van, “Think you can handle Chris’s snoring and Nick’s terrible-“
His sentence is cut off as Chris bursts out the front door, nick and your parents on either side of him and his eyes suddenly wild with excitement. He practically tackles you in a one-armed hug, jostling both you and Matt.
Matt chuckles at Chris's excitement, a warm glimmer in his eyes as he watches Chris practically launch himself at you. He shakes his head, that soft smile still playing at the corner of his mouth.
"He's definitely not tired anymore," he teases, his voice laced with fondness.
Chris swings you back and forth in a playful hug, his earlier exhaustion replaced by the contagious energy that always seemed to define him. Nick stands next to your parents, his eyes gleaming with amusement, while your parents chuckle at the scene unfolding.
Matt grins at the sight, adjusting the duffle bag he took from you as he watches Chris practically smother you. His gaze flickers to Nick, sharing a knowing look before returning to you, the warmth in his eyes intensifying.
Chris finally sets you back down on your feet, his cheeks flushed with excitement. "You ready? This is gonna be the best summer ever” He exclaims.
Matt laughs, shaking his head at chris’s enthusiasm . "It's gonna be a long summer, isn't it?"
He opens the trunk of the van, stowing away your bag before turning back to the three of you.
Matt lets out a low whistle, rolling his eyes at Chris' antics but grinning as he nudges you toward the van with a wink. He holds open the van door for you, his fingers lingering on the handle, his voice drops to a mock-whisper as he leans closer, “We should leave chris at a highway rest stop right?." Chris dramatically flops into the passenger seat with a dramatic gasp, nearly sliding off the seat with his limbs spread like a starfish. Nick snorts and shoves Chris from the back, muttering "Drama queen” as he scrambles into the van. Matt shuts the trunk with a loud thunk and strides over, sliding into the driver’s seat.
Matt’s grip tightens slightly on the steering wheel as nicks phone rings, his eyes flicking briefly to you before he glances to nick in the rearview mirror.
“Jesus, kenzie, you would call right as we’re about to hit the road,” chris mutters. Kenz’s voice crackles cheerfully through the speaker.
“Yooo, we’re already halfway down the block! Did Chris finally stop crying about waking up early?”
As the van peels down the road, Matt scoffs at Kenzie's comment about Chris crying.
"Shut it, Mackenzie. You're literally the one who kept whining about wanting to bring that 64-ounce Slurpee in the car last summer," Chris grumbles.
“Anyways, we are meeting at the gas station righttt?” kenz says.
“Yeah, We’ll meet you guys there.” matt agreed.
“BYE KENZZZ” nick snorted.
Matt looked at you through the mirror with a soft smile.
what a start to a long and unforgettable
summer.
intro to “change”
ok this literally took forever and i still hate it ok bai
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