You and bestfriend!chris have a sleep over at your parents vacation cabin up in the mountains. But what happens when candy cane tasting doesnโt go as plannedโฆ
Warnings: cursing, smut. m&f receiving, Softdom!chris, sub!reader, size kink, food play, p n v.
wc: 2.5k
Christmas me and Chrisโs favorite time of year. Ive know chris since 3rd grade, we are now in college, and there hasn't been a day where ive gone without talking to Chris. We are quite literally two peas in a pod, a combo deal, when you think of the word bestfriends youd probably see our faces.
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Christmas is our favorite time of year because we get to drink hot cocoa, watch the best movies, play in the snow, and eat our favorite candy, candy canes. This year was a little different than the other years; usually, we would just spend a weekend at each other's houses doing our favorite things before Christmas.
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But this year, my parents told me I could use our Christmas vacation home way up in the mountains, so the first thing I did was ask Chris. He obviously said yes, which brings us to now. Way up in the mountains in a winter cabin, doing our favorite thing.
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Every year, Chris and I go to a bunch of stores and buy a plethora of different candy canes. Chocolate, pickle, bacon, strawberry, cherry, basically any flavor you can think of, we have probably tried.
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I'm sitting on the couch covered by soft, fluffy blankets in the living room that overlooks the snowy mountains, the only source of light being the Christmas tree and the crackling fire from the fireplace. Chris was making us hot chocolate in the kitchen while I laid out all the candy canes we bought for the trip.
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Once Chris finished making our hot chocolate and walked back into the living room, joining me on the couch under all the blankets. โWe really bought a lot this year,โ he stated, his eyes scanning over all the flavors of candy cane. Usually, Chris and I try to get the nastiest flavors out of curiosity, but this year we bought a lot of normal flavors too, like cherry, lime, vanilla, etc.
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โYeah, well, why not go all out for the best Christmas sleepover yet? I mean, look at this place its like if christmas where a place, it would be here.โ I raised my hands, looking around the cabin. Chris chuckles, โThis place looks like Santa threw up in here.โ ย
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Chris leaned forward, grabbing the mac and cheese-flavored candy canes. โLet's try these first,โ he said as he ripped the box open, pulling out one for us. โChris, this is gonna be so nasty.โ My face scrunches up in disgust just thinking about the taste.
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Chris unwrapped the candy cane, popping it in his mouth, his face immediately scrunched up in disgust. โThis is so nasty, Y/n,โ he mumbled, mouth full of mac and cheese candy cane flavor. โHere, try,โ he said, pulling the candy cane out of his mouth and shoving it into my hands.
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I popped it into my mouth, having the same reaction as chris โOh my God, this is disguting chris!โ I gagged, pulling it out of my mouth and discarding it in the trash.
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About 15 candy canes later, we had tried flavors like bacon, maple syrup, and some fruity flavors. When we got to the ketchup one, we both almost threw up. I leaned forward, reaching for my hot cocoa while Chris opened the cherry-flavored candy cane.
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He sucked on the cherry candy cane, sighing in relief after all the horrid flavors we had tried prior. โThis ones so good, Y/n,โ Chris stated, pulling the candy cane out of his mouth bring it towards me.
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My hands were full from holding my hot coco so I just opened my mouth for Chris to feed me the candy cane. He laughed a little, his eyes dropping down to my open mouth to insert the candy cane.
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Once it was inside i closed my lips around it, sucking it, closing my eyes and letting out a loud sigh in relief, but when my eyes opened back up chrisโs gaze was still locked onto my mouth with the candy cane in it, his lips slightly parted.
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My heart leaped in my chest, I've always been close with chris and people always say we are too close or that we are secretly inlove, which we both have always denied. But I can admit Chris is very attractive, and if it weren't for us being bestfriends id be all over him.
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But weโre just friends, right? But the way he's looking at my lips right now makes me want to do things friends shouldn't. Im pulled from my thoughts when I feel the candy cane being pulled out of my mouth.
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I look back up at chris whos still shamelessly staring at my mouth, but im taken aback when he pushes the candy cane back in slowly. He continues pushing the candy cane back in until he can't anymore, making me gag a little when it hits the back of my throat.
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Chris is still staring at me in awe as he continues sliding the candy cane in and out of my mouth. I feel heat pool low in my stomach, and my heart speeds up; it's pounding in my ears at this point.
โThis feels so wrong but so right, I mean, Chris is my best friend and best friends aren't supposed to do this, but how can I not when he looks so good, and he's literally making me suck off a candy cane.
โSo pretty,โ Chris finally speaks, continuing his movements. I start to suck more on the candy cane, Chrisโs eyes look at my mouth, and my eyes his breathing now ridget โfuck Y/n.โ ย he breathes out, pulling the candy cane out of my mouth to replace it with his two fingers.
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His fingers rest on my tongue before sliding back, causing me to gag again. He pulls his fingers from my mouth as he stands up right infront of me. โIm jealous..โ he says, unzipping his pants, letting his pants and boxers drop down around his ankles. โJealous of a fucking candy cane,โ he huffs as his cock slaps against his stomach, hard and pulsing.
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My eyes immediately drop down from his face to his dick, it's big, and his tip is red and angry from how hard he is. I admire his length, feeling my panties begin to uncomfortably stick to my core.
Im about to suck my best friend's dick, something I've only ever had dreams about, like once or twice of courseโฆ But something I've never thought Iโd actually do. I look back up at him almost as if im asking for permission, even though if very obvious as to what he wants, before reaching forward and wrapping my hands around his dick.
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I slowly pump him a few times, my thumb running over the tip, causing him to hiss before licking a strip up the underside of his dick and taking the tip into my mouth. He groans when I start to suck on his ti,p slowly taking more and more of him. My hands work up and down on what i havent taken yet.
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Chrisโs head flies back, his hips subtly rocking back and forth. โfuck your mouth feels so good,โ he groans, thrusting more of his cock into my mouth. Chrisโs hips begin to thrust in and out of my mouth, fucking my face now. Tears form in my eyes as his cock hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag on him.
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My panties are well beyond soaked now as I reach down to draw lazy circles over my clothed clit. Chris notices this, letting another groan out, โYou like choking on your best friend's dick?โ
I whimper in return, nodding my head as he continues to fuck my face. ย
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Chris pulled my hair back into a make-shift pony, keeping me in place as his thrusts speed up. I feel his dick pulse; he's on edge, but just when I think he's about to cum, he pulls out of my mouth, shoving me back on the couch. โThat's not where I wanna cum tonight,โ he says as his hands find my pajama pants, pulling them down.
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His shirt and my shirt follow suit, landing in a pile on the cabin floor. His gaze drops down to my panties, smirking at the big wet spot. โAll this for me?โ I nod in response. โWhat's got you so quiet?โ he asks, his hand finding my tit, plaming it. I shrug in response, but that's not the answer he wanted.
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He leans down, nipping at my neck. โI asked you a question, is this?โ his hand presses against my clothed core. โFor me?โ he mumbles against my neck. โFuck!โ my hips buck up into his hands. โyes its for you,โ I whisper as his thumb glides over my clothes' clit. โmm she speaks. He huffs before yanking my underwear off, making me gasp.
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He leans back, looking at my drooling cunt, pumping himself a few times. โChris theres no way that's going to fit,โ I say, looking down at his hefty length. โWhy not?โ he asks, his head turning sideways like a dog. โYou're soโฆโ I blush, feeling embarrassed for what im about to say. โBigโ
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He chuckles, โYeah?โ he takes his fingers, running them through my folds a few times, stopping at my entrance. โI think you can take it,โ he says, his fingers sliding in me, making me moan.
As his fingers pump in and out of me, my pussy clamps down onto them.
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His fingers are much longer than mine, reaching places I've never reached before. โFuck chrisโ I moan, my eyes squeezed shut as he works me open, scissoring his fingers to stretch me more. After a few minutes of fingering me, he pulls his fingers out of me, causing me to sigh at the loss of contact, but im cut off from saying anything when I feel his tip nudge my entrance. I lift my hips, trying to push him inside of me, but his hand grabs my hips, pinning them down. โPlease chris,โ I whine. โYou gotta earn it,โ he says, running his tip through my folds, โBeg for itโ.
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โPlease chris need it,โ I whimper, trying to create more friction with my hips, but Chrisโs strong hold keeps me from doing that. โBeg harder,โ he huffs at my attempts to grind against his dick. โPlease fuck Chris, need you to fuck me.. Please ill do anything,โ I beg, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
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Chris smirks before shoving his dick into me as we both moan in unison. Even though his teasing was meant for me, it also pained him just as much not to just thrust into me right away. โShit, Y/n, you're so tight,โ he groaned, rocking his hips back and forth. ย โYou're so big,โ I replied. โYeah, it's only half,โ he said before thrusting deeper into me.
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His hips stilled inside me, letting me adjust for a minute. My cunt rhythmically clenched around his length as I adjusted to his size; it felt like he was splitting me in half. Just as I was about to ask him to move, he leaned over to the coffee table, grabbed the cherry candy cane, popping it into his mouth for a second, then bringing it down to my nipple, running the sticky candy over it.
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He runs the candy over my nipple a few more times, then leans down, sucking the candy flavor off my nipple. โMm, you're like my own personal candy cane now,โ he groans against my chest, his hips starting to rock back and forth as he takes the candy and runs it over my other nipple Stimulating me more.
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He forms a rhythm in no time fucking me with need and want. โOh! Yes chris!โ I moan, feeling his tip hit my G-spot โright there.โ I whimper. ย
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His hips speed up, forming a harsh rhythm as he leans back and continues to run the candy over my nipple. Everything felt like too much but not enough at the same time. โFaster chrisโ I whine, arching my back off the couch. โYou take your best friend's cock so well,โ he grunted, his thrust quickening, becoming punishing. โYes fuck Y/n, take it,โ he rasped, grabbing my leg and pulling it to rest on his shoulder, letting him hit deeper inside me.
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โOh fuck!โ I moan loudly at the new angle, โyes fuck right there.โ All I can hear is the loud wet slapping of skin and me and chrisโs moans as he rails me. I never really thought about what Chris would be like during sex, but if I had to guess hed be very vanilla, I mean hes like a golden retriever, but how he's acting right now begs to differ.
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โFuck yeah, be a good girl and take your best friend's cockโ he groans, thrusting into me harshly. I can't even form a sentence when he pulls out of me and flips me around, โass up slutโ he barks the order at me, and I oblige, lifting my hips up as I feel his tip meet my entrance again, and he slams back into me.
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โFuckโ he drags the word out, relishing in the feeling of my tight cunt wrapped around his dick. His eyes run over my body lading on my round, plump ass. He pulls his hand back and lands a harsh smack across it, making me yelp. He lands another one, rubbing over the sting, my ass now red. โGood girl,โ he groans, smacking my ass again. ย
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His thrusts find a harsh pace, his hands on my hips pulling me back to meet his thrusts. โYes fuck your so wet,โ he groans at the wet squelches. โYes, yes fuck!โ I scream through his harsh
thrusts, โwant your best friend to fill you up.โ he questions fucking me into the couch as my cunt begins to spasm. โyes chris please.โ I plead, โBe a good slut and beg for it.โ
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โPlease chris, fill me up.. Fill my pussyโ I whine. โmm good girl,โ he groans behind me, speeding his thrusts up, pulling almost all the way out, and slamming back inside me as he reaches around, finding my clit, rubbing harsh and fast circles on it.
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My moans become more breathy and high-pitched โoh fuck!โ I scream as I cum all over Chrisโs dick, shaking as I ride out my high.
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But chris doesnt slow, he fucks me through my orgasm, chasing his own high, my overstimulated, spasming cunt pushing him over the edge as he cums deep in my pussy, filling me to the brim. โYes fuck, fuckโ he grunts as he cums.
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We both still, catching our breath before he pulls out of me. I slump, lying down on my stomach as his cum leaks out of my used cunt. He notices this gathering all of it up with his finger before shoving it back inside, making me gasp and jump from overstimulation.
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After we catch our breath, he carries me to the bathroom to pee and shower. โShould have fucked you sooner,โ he said as he carried me to the bathroom. โDidn't know you wanted to,โ I said back, my voice raspy from yelling.
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Let's just say this Christmas weekend was a lot different than the other ones.
โ mean!matt x sub!reader x mean!chris, use of blindfold, finger sucking, teasing, dumbification, degradation/humiliation, oral (m!receiving), ball sucking, f!masturbation
It was a late Saturday night, and you were hanging out with Matt and Chris in your dimly lit bedroom while the three of you tried to figure out something to do.
"How long did it take you to be able to tell us apart?" Matt casually asked you, his gaze flickering between you and the vanilla-scented candle you had burning on your nightstand.
"Hmm. I don't know. Must have been a couple of weeks," you shrugged from your seated position on your white shag rug, scrolling through your phone.
"A couple weeks? Bullshit," Chris muttered from beside you, nudging you in the arm with his elbow.
"I'm serious," you chuckled, glancing over at him and elbowing him back. "You guys were easy to tell apart after a few weeks of knowing you. Could probably do it with my eyes closed." You gave them each a smug look before you went back to scrolling through Instagram.
"Oh, you're a little cocky, aren't you?" Matt smirked, leaning back on your bed and tilting his head to the side at you. "Think you can really tell us apart with your eyes closed, hmm? What about blindfolded?"
Matt glanced over at his brother with a mischevious glint in his eye. His gaze wandered over to a shiny black ribbon that was poking out of your bedside table. Chris' eyes followed Matt's.
"Yep. Try me," you responded confidently without looking up from your phone. You hadn't picked up on the way the two of them were exchanging deceitful grins, scheming silently behind the scenes.
"We're gonna have so much fun with you," Matt cooed, leaning over and plucking the ribbon from your drawer. "Here. Let's put this on."
"Fine," you agreed as Matt came up behind you, securely tying the ribbon around your head.
"Can you see anything?" Chris asked, checking the makeshift blindfold to make sure you couldn't cheat. You shook your head no.
"You sure? You're not lying, are you?" Matt whispered from behind you, his hot breath ghosting over your ear.
"I promise. I'm not," you said, unable to wipe the smile from your face, goosebumps rippling across your warm skin.
"We'll be right back. Don't you go anywhere," Matt said, his voice trailing off as he neared the door.
"And no peeking," Chris replied, standing to his feet and following his brother out of the room.
You heard their shoes scuffle across the hardwood, followed by the creak of a door as it fell shut. Their muffled voices and giggles behind the barrier were loud enough for you to hear, but not clear enough for you to make out what they were saying.
You sat quietly a few more minutes. You nervously chewed on your lip, messing with a loose thread on your sweater sleeve and straining your ears to hear what the two boys were plotting on the other side of the door, but to no avail.
You liked Matt and Chris a lot - maybe more than you should for two guys who were just supposed to be your friends. However, you were their favorite person to pick on. Too often, were you the butt of their joke or the victim of their prank.
There was a small part of you that liked the dynamic you'd formed with them, though, in a way that you could never admit. There was something about the way they would mock you and poke fun at you that always left you soaking wet. They knew it, too.
You heard the click of the door as the two boys shuffled back into the room, breaking you out of your thoughts. "We're back," one of them said.
"Yeah, you miss us?" The other cooed, walking up to you and roughly ruffling your hair.
"We're gonna start off easy, okay? Who's talking to you right now?" The first one asked again.
"Matt," you responded immediately, a self-satisfied smile curling on your lips as you answered.
"You sure about that?" Chris asked, trying to throw you off.
"Yes, I'm sure, and now Chris is talking," you said with certainty.
"Are you sure you're not peeking?" Matt accusingly asked, narrowing his gaze at you.
"I swear, I'm not," you giggled, reaching to take off your blindfold.
"Woah. Not so fast," Matt chuckled, firmly grabbing your wrist. "We're not done with you just yet." His voice had an ominous tone to it, sending a shiver down your spine.
"What are you gonna do?" You softly asked, your breath starting to quicken and your face heating up.
"Whatever we want," Matt replied. He could tell you liked this, being at their mercy and being teased by them. "Isn't that right, Chris?"
"Yeah, she likes being our entertainment, doesn't she? She'd do anything for our attention," Chris teased, speaking about you as if you weren't in the room with them.
Your cheeks turned red as you subtly bit down on your lip, getting more turned on than you meant to as you anticipated their next move.
"I wonder if she could tell whose lips belong to who," Matt purred. "What do you think?"
"Bet she couldn't," Chris teased.
You sat in suspense for a few more seconds before you felt someone lean in, his nose brushing against yours and his soft, smooth lips capturing yours. You melted into him. He cradled your face, his fingertips gently running along the line of your jaw as his tongue slipped into your mouth.
You could taste a hint of peppermint, like he'd been chewing gum earlier in the day, giving you an idea of who the lips belonged to.
His kiss was slow and sensual, leaving you wanting more once he pulled away. You could feel a swarm of butterflies fluttering in your stomach and your chest, your whole body buzzing with nervous energy.
You didn't get much of a chance to compose yourself before you felt a second pair of lips touch yours. You felt his fingers gently curl around your neck, not applying any pressure but holding you still. Arousal coursed through you, sending blood rushing to your clit.
His kiss was confident and commanding. His tongue begged entrance into your mouth, his saliva mixing with yours. He trapped your bottom lip between his teeth, gently biting down as he tugged on it. You moaned against him, making him smirk.
The kiss grew heated, his grasp around your throat tightening a bit as lips continued to move with yours. You could smell his cologne, notes of bergamot and sandalwood flooding your senses, locking in your answer on who was who by the time the second boy pulled away.
You sat quietly for a few seconds, pulling yourself together and calling back your breath before giving your final guesses. "The first kiss was Matt, and the second was Chris," you stated.
"Are you peeking, slut?" One of them responded in an accusing voice. "I think this is too easy for you."
"Yeah, let's make it harder," the other suggested. "Let's see if you can tell our fingers apart."
"Your fingers?" You crinkled your nose, giggling.
"Shhh. Just open up," one of the boys whispered, roughly shoving his finger behind your lips. You were startled at first, but you didn't protest. You felt him start to move his finger back and forth.
You pressed your thighs together, feeling the wet patch on the front of your panties grow as his digit invaded your mouth. As if it were second nature to you, you started to lightly suckle on it, gently gliding your lips up and down over his knuckles.
"Oh my god," he sighed. "You're such a little slut. What are you sucking on it for?"
The two boys laughed at you, and your cheeks grew hot with embarrassment, realizing how ridiculous you must have looked to them. You immediately pulled back, slipping his finger out from behind your lips and blushing.
"I didn't say you could stop," a voice that sounded like it belonged to Chris came through before he tilted your head to face him.
He shoved his finger back into your mouth, pumping it back and forth as you softly gagged. He couldn't get enough of the sweet sound, imagining you sucking and gagging on something else. "Fuck yeah. Such a perfect little slut."
This went on for a few more seconds before he finally withdrew his finger, leaving you dripping with the way he spoke to you. Matt and Chris exchanged a look. They could tell how turned on you were getting and how much you were enjoying being spoken down to by them.
Without warning, the other brother tucked his finger behind your lips, slowly and sensually driving it into your mouth, your tongue softly brushing against his nerve-endings. As if you couldn't control it, you started to gently suck him in, earning a breathy sound from the boy.
"Fucking slut. Keep sucking on it just like that," he whispered in a raspy tone. You swooned at his words of encouragement, creating more suction and slipping his finger further into your mouth. "I bet you'd suck on anything that we put in your mouth."
Matt cracked a smile, naughty thoughts dancing around in his head as he stared down at the way that your pink, plump lips looked wrapped around his knuckle. He slowly removed his finger, savoring the sensation of your soft, wet mouth.
"I know that's you, Matt," you smirked, still blindfolded and kneeling down on your soft, fuzzy rug, anticipating their next move.
"You think you're so good at this, huh?" Matt responded, his voice laced with arousal. "What if we have you suck on something else and guess whose is whose?"
Your heart pounded in your ears, blood pumping through your veins as you heard the slow ziiip of one of the boys lowering their zipper. You parted your lips again, waiting eagerly to accept one of their tips. They both laughed at your desperation.
"God, she can't wait to suck on it," one of them commented under his breath, observing the way your knee jerk reaction was to open your mouth when you heard a zipper being undone. "It's like she was made for this."
"Come on, little slut. You gotta find it," you heard a different voice say, his cock in his hand as he dangled it out in front of you. Your breath grew more shallow as it registered to you what he was asking you to do. You thought it was Matt, but you couldn't be sure.
You nodded and opened your lips a bit wider, sticking your neck out like you were bobbing for apples or trying to catch something in your mouth. Their mean chuckles rang in your ears again as he took a step back so that you'd miss, making you look silly.
The way he was taunting you was turning you on even more than you'd ever care to admit. You could feel your stomach flip at the situation, blindfolded and kneeling in front of them like a dog with your tongue out.
"So close," he hissed, nearing your mouth with his head again, slowly stroking his length. "Try again."
You repeated the motion, leaning forward and trying to find him with your lips, but he pulled his tip away at the last second, nearly causing you to lose your balance. Their laughter grew louder again.
"Come on, stupid girl. It's hanging right in front of your face," one of them playfully insulted you.
"Poor thing. I'll help you," the other cooed, tipping your chin up a bit. "Stick your tongue out more." You obediently listened like every wish of his was your command. Matt took his tip and started to gently slap it against your tastebuds, sending jolts of pleasure through his cock. "Fuck yeah. That's it. Now give it a kiss."
He placed the underside of his cock against your pretty, pursed lips, feeling you work your mouth over that spot where his tip connects to his shaft. A low, guttural moan sounded as you hit a particularly sensitive area, your tongue grazing over his veins as you passionately kissed it.
"God, what a slut," Chris hummed, making you second guess who was in your mouth. "I bet she's getting all wet right now." Your cheeks flushed, knowing he was right.
There was a part of you that wished you could see their faces and look into their blue eyes, but on the other hand, you loved the way that not being able to see heightened your senses and left you wondering what was going to happen next.
"Now, lick it clean," Matt whispered, his breath growing heavy. You dragged your tongue up his cockhead to his slit, tasting the saltiness of his precum that leaked from him and slurping it up.
"God, this can't be her first time. She knows exactly how to treat a cock," one of them cooed, his words encouraging you to take more.
You opened up a bit wider, tucking his swollen tip behind your lips. Matt watched you slink down his length, the sensation pulling a breathy moan from him and his cock twitching against your tongue.
You felt a palm rest on the back of your head, which actually belonged to Chris. Matt's panting and moaning filled the room as he slowly bucked his hips forward, gently fucking your mouth.
"You're a naughty little thing, aren't you? You suck it so good," Chris said to you, stroking your hair to the cadence of his voice, continuing to try to throw you off as he watched his brother's length disappear behind your plump lips.
He was now massaging his own cock through his jeans as he took in the sight, making it jump at his touch and imagining you were taking him instead.
You were dripping wet by now, feeling Matt's tip glide across the roof of your mouth with every forward thrust. You couldn't help but to reach up your skirt, pressing your fingers against the front of your soaking wet panties. You moaned around his shaft as you rubbed your clit in small circles.
"Awh, she's getting all turned on," Chris cooed, still pawing at himself.
"Fuck. She's gonna make me cum," Matt purred, the tension in his lower stomach tightening.
That was all you needed to hear.
You doubled your efforts, bobbing up and down on him as you reached for his shaft with your free hand, stroking the bit that you couldn't fit into your mouth. His eyes rolled back, his lips parting and his head tipping back as he savored the sensation.
His stomach clenched, and his knees locked, his whole body tightening as you pulled his climax from deep within. His cock pulsated against your lips that were stretched around him, his sweet release spilling onto your tongue. The silky warmth filled your mouth, and you swallowed it down eagerly.
You stayed there for a few seconds after you finished him off, draining him completely and choking down every last drop. He smiled down at you with a satisfied look on his face while he tried to catch his breath. He withdrew his cock from behind your lips, feeling them glide over every vein as he slowly pulled it out.
"You even swallow like a little whore," one of the boys said, followed by them both snickering at you. You heard the sound of another zipper being undone, still rubbing yourself through your panties as you prepared to be used by the other brother.
"Open that pretty mouth," Chris whispered in a hushed voice, his blue eyes locked onto you as he took his cock out, slowly stroking it in his hand. You opened wide, waiting in anticipation. Chris placed his balls into your mouth, letting his heavy cock smack you in the face. "Suck."
You obeyed his orders, gently suckling on his balls with his thick length laying across your cheek. He softly stroked your hair, moans unfurling from his lips as you stimulated him.
"Jesus Christ," Matt commented, watching you do anything they asked of you.
"C'mon. Quit touching yourself. I want both your hands on my cock. Now," you heard Chris say, feeling him drag his length across your face and place his tip on your bottom lip. You listened, reaching up with both hands and wrapping your fingers around it. "You just sit there and look pretty. I'll do the rest."
His words buzzed in your ears, your slick dripping down the inside of your thigh. He thrust his hips forward, pushing his pink, glistening head past your lips. You engulfed him, your tongue tracing the veins on the underside of his cock.
Not being able to relieve yourself of all the built-up sexual energy was torture. In a desperate attempt to get any kind of release, you clenched your thighs together over and over. You whimpered around his shaft, sending vibrations through his cock, your hands wrapped around the base.
"Naughty little thing. You take it so well," he purred, threading his fingers through your hair and making you take more of his length. He started to piston his cock into your mouth at a rougher pace, causing you to gag on him. His chest rose and fell faster with every staggered breath.
You hollowed out your cheeks, sucking him in and stroking him with both hands like he'd ordered you to.
"Where'd you learn to be such a little whore from, huh?" Matt cooed, his eyes fixed on the scene in front of him and the way you were taking the treatment without any protest or complaint. His words went straight to your clit.
"Take it. Take it. Take it, slut," Chris rasped breathlessly, plunging his cock in and out of your warm mouth, watching the way your drool glistened on his length.
You were so turned on you couldn't stand it. You continued pressing your thighs together while Chris used you, a familiar pressure building in your core. His hips continued to snap forward, chasing his own release.
Finally, a deep moan escaped from him, the muscles in his lower stomach contracting as he finished. His throbbing cock sputtered a thick, warm liquid onto your tongue, his hand pushing your head down.
It was too much for you - him cumming in your mouth, the way he twitched against your lips, the sounds he was making, the way his brother had used you earlier. You clenched your thighs one final time before being sent over the edge.
You came unraveled on your knees in front of him at the same time that he did, your whole body trembling and a moan vibrating around his cock. Your orgasm washed over you, your sense of pleasure heightened by sensory deprivation.
Chris' mean laugh thundered in your ears, breaking you out of the moment, humiliation and embarrassment immediately replacing your temporary satisfaction.
"Did you just cum untouched while sucking my cock, slut? Are you kidding me?" He poked fun at you, pulling your mouth off of his cock with a pop. "How fucking pathetic is that?"
He didn't even give you a chance to guess who was who before taking the blindfold off, even though it was blatantly obvious in each of their demeanors who was who, but it wasn't about the game. It was never really about the game.
a/n: can't believe kinktober is halfway over, and I'm just now feeding y'all a chratt fic. anyway, hope you enjoy!
โgirl,โ you friend said, โmy boyfriend put me in a freaking headlock last night during sex, and oh my lord, it was so fucking hot.โ
โiโve never tried.โ you said.
โgirl go try right now.โ
and you thought about it for days, wondering what it would be like to be that rough w each other, knowing chris would never do that w you.
โchris,โ you said, sitting down on the bed. โcan i ask you something?โ
chris looked up from his phone, eyes creasing in concern. โwhat happened?โ you know he worried about you a lot, but you smiled gently and his nerves calmed down.
โi, uh..โ
โcโmon, you can do it.โ
โmy friend was talking about something she did w her boyfriend,โ you said, โand i was wondering if we could, like, try it too.โ
chris raised an eyebrow. โwhat are you talking about, ma?โ
instead of telling him, you grabbed his arm, wrapping it around your neck tightly. chris just sat there for a beat, confused, but then he realized what you were trying to say and pulled away, looking at you.
โyou want me to put you in a headlock?โ he asked, a smirk rising on his face.
โi want you to be mean.โ you said. you were both shocked by your words. โin a sense thatโโ
โget on your knees.โ
you looked at chris shocked before biting back a smile. you slowly got down on your knees, looking up in his eyes. he leaned back, his elbows lifting him up. you undid his jeans, pulling them down slowly as you never looked away. you moved his boxers out of the way, his swollen cock jumping out at you.
โyou wanna be my bitch, yea?โ he said. โbe my bitch. suck me cock.โ you opened your mouth, taking him in. you moved your head up and down, his hand tangling in your hair, his fingertips digging in your scalp. โyea..fuuuuck.โ and he was close enmity, so he grabbed your hair, pushing you on the bed.
you moaned as you heard chris unzipping his pants, hearing the pooling on the floor, him kicking them somewhere. he turned you on your back, you hands gripping the sheets. he rubbed his hand on your back, tracing that tattoo on the back of your neck. and then he pushed in w/o warning.
โchrisโโ you moaned, jaw going slack at he pushed in and out of your sopping cunt, making your toes curl. he grabbed your hair, yanking your head back. you couldnโt even say anything or make noises, you just took it.
chris suddenly leaned over you, wrapping his arm around your neck. you moaned loudly, him saying: โthis is what you wanted, right? you wanted me to fuck you so good?โ you nodded. โsay my name.โ
โchris.โ you said quietly, getting closer. โchris. chris. fu-fuck. chris.โ he just kept going, not slowing down as he tightened his arm around your neck, you gripping it tightly. โโm gonna cum so much, chris.โ
โyea?โ chris whispered. he was shaking, balls clenching. โyouโre gonna cum?โ you nodded as he shoved his cock so deep, you forgot your own fucking name that this point.
โcum.โ chris groaned.
as you both came, chrisโs was pulling you back slightly, his arm still around your neck. you were shaking, legs weak and chest moving up and down trying to be able to steady your breathing.
chris pulled out, making you shiver. โlay down.โ he said. you moved around on your back, you laying on the edge of the bed. your legs were wide open, chris pushing the level to your head.
โimma fuck you so good you will be coming for days, ma.โ chris said, pushing himself back into you.
โคท in which . . . you attend a haunted house party on halloween night, fully aware that chris would be there, teasing him with your revealing costume and mouthing off all night. during a game of truth or dare, youโre dared to go in the basement of the house. terrified but not showing it you do, but chris tags along as well. your friends lock you in as a joke, leaving you completely alone with chris.
degradation, brat taming, slight choking, dirty talk, unprotected sex, rough sex, pet names, use of โslut,โ slight roleplay, missionary && backshots, fingering, nipple play, bickering, kissing, semi-public risk, overstimulation, slight praise, mentions of alcohol and drinking.
๐ritten by @/delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)
the house loomed at the end of the street like a corpse left to rot. windows boarded, paint peeling, steps creaking, someone had strung orange string lights across the sagging porch to make it more โfestive,โ but it only made the whole place look creepier. perfect for halloween night, and perfect for a group of tipsy twenty year olds daring each other to do stupid shit inside.
youโd shown up already buzzing off cheap vodka, your costume drawing stares the second you walked in. tight black bodysuit that clung to every curve, tiny satin cat ears on your head, eyeliner flicked sharp into catlike points. a sleek belt with a silver paw print on it that shone through the darkness of the night. it was shameless, and you knew it.
and so did he.
chris was across the room, leaning against the wall with a red solo cup, wearing a cowboy hat tilted low over his messy hair, a plaid shirt half unbuttoned, and jeans that hugged him way too well. boots, belt buckle, the whole thing. he looked like a goddamn fantasy, and you hated him for it.
your eyes met once. just once. and his smirk told you heโd noticed the way youโd been checking him out. so you turned away quickly, finding refuge in your friends, acting like you couldnโt care less.
a few friends of yours insisted on playing truth or dare, saying the party needed a bit of โflare.โ the game started innocent enough. kisses on the cheek, confessions about hookups, shots taken when someone chickened out. you mostly laughed along, lounging on the couch, pretending not to notice when chrisโs eyes kept finding you from across the circle.
then the bottle pointed at you.
โdare,โ youโd chosen, maybe too confidently.
someone grinned wickedly. โokay, kitty catโโ a jab at your costume. โyou have to go down into the basement. stay there for 10 minutes. alone.โ your stomach dipped, but you werenโt about to fold. you gave a lazy smile, โeasy.โ
the group hooted, laughing, clapping at your determination as you got up. you were halfway to the basement door when boots scuffed behind you. โwhat?โ you snapped, glancing back. chris tipped his hat back, eyes glinting. โyouโre really gonna do it?โ
โobviously.โ you flicked him a look over your shoulder. โwhat, you think iโm scared?โ
โyou are scared,โ he said simply, smirk curling. โi can see it.โ
โgo back to your beer, cowboy,โ you scoffed, tugging the door open. the stairs yawned into darkness, the smell of mildew wafting up. he followed anyway, taking the steps slow, his presence too big, too warm behind you. โi didnโt ask for a babysitter,โ you hissed, heels clicking against the wood.
โi didnโt ask for you to run your mouth all night, but here we are.โ his tone was lazy, teasing, but there was a bite underneath it. you rolled your eyes, tugging your bodysuit higher on your hips. โplease. you just canโt stand that iโm not falling at your boots like everyone else.โ
his chuckle echoed in the dim stairwell. โnah. i just think itโs funny. you dress up like a little slutty cat, wag your tail, but the second youโre dared to spend five minutes in the dark, youโll fold.โ you froze at the bottom step, whirling on him. โi will not fold.โ
he leaned against the wall, cowboy hat shadowing his face, looking entirely too amused. โprove it.โ the words tangled in your chest. prove it. you wanted to. you wanted to show him that he didnโt get under your skin, that he wasnโt right about you. but your pulse was already skipping, your palms sweaty.
the basement smelled of damp stone and dust. there were old crates stacked against the walls, a single lightbulb swinging overhead, flickering weakly. shadows clung to the corners, too thick, too alive. you crossed your arms, spine stiff. โsee? iโm fine.โ he came closer, boots heavy on the floor, until his chest was almost brushing your shoulder. โyouโre shaking.โ
โam not.โ
his hand shot out, catching your wrist. his thumb brushed deliberately against the racing pulse beneath your skin. his voice dipped low, almost a growl. โoh, but you are.โ heat flooded you, equal parts fear and something sharper. you yanked your hand back, glaring. โfuck off.โ
he just smiled, slow and dangerous, eyes dragging over your costume, lingering on the way the bodysuit stretched across your curves. โyouโve got a smart mouth.โ
โand youโve got an ego problem.โ
โmaybe.โ he shrugged, stepping even closer, the brim of his hat tipping forward so you couldnโt quite see his eyes anymore. โbut iโm not the one down here pretending not to be terrified.โ
you wanted to bite back, wanted to claw at him the way your costume implied, but the words stuck in your throat. because he wasnโt wrong. you were trembling a little. the house felt alive around you, the shadows pressing in, your chest tight with adrenaline.
and it was all tangled up with the fact that chrisโฆhot, infuriating, smug cowboy chris, was standing this close, his body heat radiating, his scent dizzying.
the door above suddenly slammed shut with a bang.
you both jolted, heads snapping up, the faint sound of your friendsโ laughter echoing through the floorboards before fading. theyโd locked you in. โfuck!!โ you gasp.
chris looked back at you, smirk returning. โguess itโs just you and me now, sweetheart.โ
your stomach twisted violently, rage and something hotter sparking all at once. โdonโt call me that.โ he tilted his head, hat shadowing his grin. โwhat, sweetheart? does that make you nervous?โ
your fists clenched, words sharp on your tongue, but the basement was too small, too dark, too charged. and when he stepped forward, herding you back until your spine hit the cold stone wall, your breath hitched.
โyou really should be more careful,โ he murmured, voice thick. โall that attitude. someoneโs gonna put you in your place one day.โ your chin lifted, defiant even as your knees wobbled. โand you think itโs you?โ his smile was wolfish, eyes burning beneath the shadow of his hat. โpfftโalright kitten whiskers,โ he mocks. โi know itโs me.โ
your back is against the cold stone wall, chrisโs shadow swallowing you whole, his cowboy hat tilted low, his grin carved wicked. โyou think you can keep mouthing off in that little costume?โ he drawls, leaning close until his breath ghosts over your cheek. โshaking like a scared kitten but still trying to claw.โ
your nails bite into your palms. โfuck you.โ he chuckles, deep and slow, one hand landing heavy on your hip. โoh, you will.โ your breath stutters, the air between you molten, his thumb sliding deliberately along the seam of your bodysuit.
you shove at his chest. โdonโt touch me.โ
he grabs your wrists, slamming them above your head against the stone. his body cages yours in, thigh shoving between your legs, forcing them apart. โsay that again,โ he murmurs, eyes glinting beneath the brim of his hat. โsay it and mean it.โ
your throat goes dry. โiโโ
he presses his thigh up harder, grinding into your cunt through the thin fabric, and your words snap into a shaky gasp. โtell me to stop and i will.โ chris warns. you shake your head. โnoโno! please donโtโฆdonโt fucking stop, i didnโt meanโโ he cuts you off as his hands trail up your bodysuit, thumbs coming up to your clothed nipples, circling them teasingly until they pebble under his fingers.
โthatโs what i thought,โ he says, smirk curling. โall dressed up like a slutty little cat, begging for attention, and now youโve got it. what are you gonna do with it, hm?โ
your hips betray you first, rocking against his thigh. he catches the movement instantly, his laugh cutting sharp. โoh, fuck. you are desperate.โ he releases one wrist to cup your jaw, forcing your face up to him. โbet your date didnโt touch you like this tonight, did he? walked you in here all dolled up just for me.โ
โn-noโโ
he squeezes your cheeks until your lips part, making you look at him. โdonโt lie to me, love. youโre wet already.โ your thighs squeeze around his leg instinctively. he notices, of course, dragging his thigh higher, grinding you on it until your head tips back with a broken moan.
โpathetic,โ he mutters against your ear. โgetting off on my jeans. you want cock that bad, youโll take it any way you can.โ
โfuck you, chrisโโ
he slaps your ass hard enough to make you yelp. โwhat did i just say about that mouth?โ you glare up at him, bratty even with your pulse racing. โyouโre not the boss of me.โ that earns you a low growl, his hand tightening around your jaw until it aches. โsweetheart, iโm the only one whoโs ever gonna put you in your fuckinโ place.โ
he drags you off the wall, shoving you toward an old wooden table in the middle of the basement. you stumble against it, palms splayed on the dusty surface, your ass pressed back into his crotch. he grinds against you deliberately, the hard line of his cock thick through his jeans.
โbend over,โ he orders.
โmake me, cowboy.โ
you donโt even get to smirk before his hands are on you, yanking you down over the table with a sharp tug that makes you gasp, lips caressing the side of your neck, then your cat ear headband lightly. โthereโs my brat,โ he says, voice dripping amusement and menace. โalways begging to be put in her place.โ
youโre bent over, ass in the air, he drags the fabric of your bodysuit to the side, exposing your barely-even-there lace panties, and groans low in his throat. โgosh, you knew what you were doing tonight, didnโt you?โ
you shake your head, breathless. โn-no, i didnโtโโ
his palm cracks down on your ass, hard. you yelp, heat flooding you. โdonโt fucking lie to me. you dressed up like this hoping someone would ruin you.โ his fingers slip under your panties, sliding through your soaked slit. โand look at you now. dripping all over my hand.โ
your hips buck into his touch helplessly. โneedy little cat,โ he mutters, sliding a finger inside you, curling it perfectly. โsay it. say you need me.โ you bite your lip, refusing. he pushes another finger in, fucking you harder against the table, until your thighs shake. โsay it, or iโll stop.โ
โiโfuckโi need you.โ
his grin flashes wicked. โthatโs better.โ he pulls his fingers out, smearing your slick across your ass, and then heโs undoing his belt with one hand, jeans shoved down just enough to free his cock. he fists it, dragging the tip over your panties, smearing precum into the lace.
โshould make you beg more,โ he says, pressing the head against your entrance through the fabric. โbut youโd probably cry.โ
โfuck you,โ you whimper again, trying to push back, although you donโt even want him to stop, itโs just to get a reaction from him. he grabs your hips, holding you still. โyou wish. this pussy belongs to me.โ
with that, he yanks your panties aside and sinks in with one brutal thrust. you scream, hands clawing at the table, as his cock stretches you open, filling you deeper than you thought possible. โoh fuuuckkk,โ he groans, head falling back. โso tight. like you were made for me.โ
your eyes squeeze shut, mouth open in a desperate moan. โc-chrisโโ
โthatโs right. say my name. scream it.โ he fucks into you hard, his belt buckle clinking with every thrust, the table creaking beneath you.
your nails dig into the wood, your costume ears falling askew as he pounds into you. โlook at you,โ he growls, reaching around to grab your throat, forcing your back arched. โmy little brat. bouncing on my cock like you canโt get enough. pathetic, really.โ
โi hate you,โ you gasp, but your cunt clenches around him like the opposite. he laughs darkly. โhate me? how wet you are says otherwise.โ he drags you up, spinning you so your back hits the table, and hooks your legs over his shoulders. still buried deep, he fucks down into you, his hat tipping off and landing somewhere on the floor as your car ears slightly start to slip off your head.
โyouโre mine,โ he grits out, each thrust brutal, his hand pressing into your stomach to feel himself inside you. โsay it.โ
โn-noโโ his hand wraps around your throat again, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur. โsay it, or iโll leave you dripping and empty.โ
โfuckโfine! iโm yours!โ
youโre a mess beneath him, moaning, crying out, tugging his shirt open to get your hands on his chest. his lips crash down on yours, biting, messy, wet, his teeth dragging your lip until it hurts. he pulls back, panting against your mouth. โyou gonna cum for me? all over my cock?โ
โy-yes, fuck, yesโโ
โthen do it. make a mess. prove you belong to me.โ your body breaks around him, cunt squeezing, clenching, spasming as you cum hard, sobbing his name into his mouth.
he fucks you through it, relentless, overstimulating, drawing out every drop of your orgasm until youโre shaking, tears streaking your makeup. and when he finally spills inside you, hot and deep, he holds you there, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to yours.
โthatโs it,โ he whispers, voice wrecked. โall mine. my bratty little girl.โ youโre still breathing heavy, chris getting himself put back together, you slipping your cat ears back on again as you hear the click of the basement door finally starting to unlock, as if on queue.
Chris knew it was late when he pulled you into his lap. He knew you were tired when he helped you straddle his thigh. He knew you were probably half asleep when he slowly guided your hips to grind against his leg, but did he actually care? No.. of course not.
"Cโchris... fuck.." You lay your head on his chest and let him continue to move your hips for you. You're so tired, but god, does it feel good. "Yeah? 'S good hm?" He mumbles the words against the top of your head. You just nod in reply, afraid if you try to say yes, your voice will fail you. "Words, sweetheart.." he grips your hips a little tighter and moves them just a bit faster, definitely on purpose to hear you stumble over your words like he knows you will.
"G-good, it's good... so good..." he moves one of his hands away from your hip and puts it gently on the back of your head. "Slow... slower, chris." You mumble quietly. Even though faster would get you off quicker, you're just too tired for that, even if he's doing most of the work. "... why? Cause you're tired?" He slows down anyways, his hand that was on your head moving back to your hip. "Mhm.." he can tell by your voice you're half asleep, and yet, you're letting him do this.
"You know what..." he mumbles before turning you around so you're sitting on his lap with your back against his chest. "What are you doing..?" He shushes you as he pulls down your shorts and then your underwear, he pushes your legs apart with his knees and hooks them over his own legs to keep them there. "Chrissss..." his fingers dip between your thighs when you whine. "Hush baby." His fingers quickly find your clit and rub slow circles, your hips twitch up towards his hand despite you being half asleep.
"that's it sweetheart.." his fingers slide lower and your already so wet he easily stuffs two fingers in your cunt. "Oh, chris..." Your voice is a quiet whimper that he barely hears. "Yeah?" He curls his fingers up to stroke your g-spot slowly. "Fuck... chrisโ please!" You grab his wrist, just to make sure he wont pull his hand away. "Gonna make you cum... then you can sleep, mkay?" His other arm wraps around your torso to hold you against him while his fingers pump inside you quicker.
"Oโok.. yeah.. fuck.." your nails curl into the sheets beside you when he continues moving his fingers faster. Lord is he good with his hands. His thumb presses to your clit and rubs messy circles while continuing to stroke that spongy spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back. "Cโchris.. close... close... gonna cum..." you squeeze your eyes shut and let your mouth fall open, your moans bouncing off the walls.
"Aww.. already? Poor baby.." he purrs against your ear. He stuffs his fingers impossibly deeper and you tumble quickly over the edge. Pleasure washes over you in waves, your thighs squeeze pathetically around his wrist, desperate whimpers leaving your lips as he fucks you through it. "Thats it... good girl.." his hand that isn't still between your thighs moves to your stomach to feel your muscles tightening. Eventually, when you go limp, he pulls his fingers out of your drenched pussy and brings them to your mouth "lick sweetheart" you nod slightly before wrapping your lips around his fingers, tasting yourself on them.
After you clean your own juices from his fingers he wipes your spit off on his jeans and helps you climb off his lap. He walks to your dresser and grabs a washcloth before coming back over and gently cleaning you up. After your mostly clean he puts your underwear back on, and lays down next to you. He pulls the blanket up over the both of you and tugs you towards him. "You ok baby?" He brushes a strand of hair out of your face and you nod. "Mhm..." your eyes are already shut and your already falling asleep quickly "I love you.." he whispers the words and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead "love you too.." speaking feels like a chore because of how tired you are but you do anyways. He kisses your forehead again before letting his own eyes flutter closed.
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