he knows when youâre sad, stressed out, overwhelmedâjust about every emotion you have.
so when he finds you cooped up in your dorm room for the fourth time in just a week, a frown slowly becoming permanent on your pretty lips, he comes up with the perfect remedy.
âfuuuck, youâve been needing this shit, huh?â your best friend coos with a teasing lint in his tone, âpussyâs so wet, kid. makinâ a mess on my bed.â chris loves the way you try to cower and hide your flushed face away from his gaze, but the bicep that wraps over your shoulders prevents you from doing so.
heâs got you with your back pressed against his chest, legs spread until your muscles ached and his arm curled around your neck to stop you from running away. his fingers hadnât stopped rubbing you over your sticky thong ever since he got you into this position.
your brain is so fogged up with the scent of chrisâ cologne and the fragrant smell of weed that sticks onto his black t-shirt, along with the feeling of his lips either grazing against your earlobe to whisper lewd things that you didnât even know he was capable of saying, or kissing down your neck and making bruises.
you canât ever make time for yourself. itâs always been classes, homework, eat, study, and sleep. you donât remember the last time youâve pleasured yourself. nonetheless, you still find yourself surprised at how unfamiliar and good it feels with chris so close to you, helping you let go of anything that stressed you out with just a flick of his wrist.
âyeah? you like that?â a wide smirk grows on your best friendâs lips after youâd shamelessly whimpered out his name, thighs twitching ever so slightly, âshit, baby,â chris outwardly groans into your ear, âcould make you cum with your panties still on. so sensitive, huh?â the way heâs chuckling and cooing at you is purely for entertainment, to see how red your face gets and how you just canât do anything besides take what he gives you.
you whine in response. youâre too enamored with chrisâ large, veiny hand in between your thighs growing soaked as he plays with your drooling pussy through the thin material of your thong to even speak to him. and although you were just milliseconds away from coming, he wanted to feel your soft folds, to see how shiny his fingers could get with your slick.
as chris began to hook his fingers around your thong, the headlock he was practically giving you tightened. his biceps flexed around your neck while you whimper, mind becoming empty and cloudy. and thatâs exactly how he wanted you to be: dumb and pliant for your best friend.
he dipped two fingers into your folds and groaned under his breath when he felt how sticky and wet you were. you watched, with your brows furrowed and lips parted, chris pull back from your cunt and you whine in frustration while bucking your hips to chase his hand. a snicker in your ear makes you burn up in embarrassment, lips pouting as you try to turn your neck as much as you can to glare at chris.
âdonât tease, chris.â you catch him glancing down at your lips with a smirk on his.
chrisâ breath ghosts over your face as he mockingly coos, ââm sorry, kid . . iâll make it up to you.â
the kiss isnât sweet, nor is it gentle. your best friend seems quite hungry as he shamelessly groans into your mouth, lips smacking against yours while his tongue grazes yours. itâs sloppy, loud, and it makes your head feel fuzzy. and while chris kisses you into total submission, his fingers are once again latching onto your soaked cunt. he spreads your slick around and isnât nice or slow with it.
youâre moaning into his mouth while chris massages your clit, rubbing it at the same pace as his lips. the arm around your neck is removed, so he could bunch the material of your tank top over your collarbone, exposing your tits for your best friend to grab at.
by the time your pussyâs leaking onto the bed from his extensive teasing, youâre pulling away from his lips to slump into his chest and openly whimper as he toys with your pert bud.
âfuck. you like havinâ your best friend play with your pussy? just needed me to make you feel all better, yeah?â chris is just as gone as you are. his breath is hot on your neck while he just stares at your cunt, thinking about how pretty it is and how it would feel milking his cock.
you huff, nodding, âuh-huh.â
and as chris begins to line two fingers into your drooling, needy hole, all you can do is let him make you dumbâlet your best friend pull orgasms and orgasms out of you until you only know how to moan out his name.
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fratbro!chris who will fuck anything with legs.
fratbro!chris who is overly easy.
fratbro!chris who definitely plots over the freshman but will never admit it out loud.
fratbro!chris who wants to play for the lacrosse team but doesnât have the grades for it.
fratbro!chris who doesnât plan to settle for a relationship for a long time. heâs young and wants to live his life to the fullest.
fratbro!chris who loves his tequila.
fratbro!chris who keeps a pair of his favorite fuckâs panties for memories.
fratbro!chris whose weakness is girls in bikinis.
fratbro!chris who is obviously skilled in beer pong and will always bet on a kiss from a pretty girl in the corner if he wins.
fratbro!chris who has more collared shirts than Aâs on his transcript.
fratbro!chris who loooooves drunk sex.
fratbro!chris who will never speak about the threesome with matt and his girlfriend.
fratbro!chris who has fucked every girl in the sorority.
fratbro!chris who loses his lighter every second of the day and when he successfully borrows one from one of his frat broâs, heâs losing that, too.
matt is not a stalker. heâs a normal individual who has a big heart, and who just wants to know what his best friend could possibly be doing at 3 a.m. he suspected that youâd be sound asleep because you decided to cover an opening shift bright and early tomorrow, but no, you seem to be wide awake.
your dorm room is on the bottom floor which totally makes it easier for matt to check up on you. the blackout curtains were wide openâa frequent mistake you make in which your roommate would scold you about. matt visibly remembers the pout on your face as your roommate huffed, shuffling off her quaint bed to draw the curtains.
matt had made a remark, âhm, sheâs right, baby. what if someoneâs peekinâ at you through your window while yaâ sleep?â but once he saw your wide eyes, he only laughed it off and claimed it as a joke.
and you mustâve believed your beloved best friend because even your window is wide open for anyone to see you on your hands and knees, your pretty ass facing matt as you pump a pink dildo into your soaked cunt. the squelches of your gummy walls contracting around the flimsy rubber seem to be louder than your whines, but heâs still able to hear you moan out his name into the sticky summer air.
your pedicured toes curl as the toy bottoms out, whimpering from the pressure on your sweet spot. matt doesnât really know how long youâve been like this, but he knows that you were in a hurry from the way your sleep shorts were thrown hazardously onto the floor and your cute cotton panties still pooled at your ankle. he crouches down onto the ground to try to spot your face from under your arched back. holding onto the windowsill, he lets out a jagged breath when he catches your cheek squished into the bed. your plump lips form an âOâ while your brows furrow upwards, like you were sad that you had to take a plastic dick instead of mattâs.
matt, still crouched down, reluctantly pulls his hungry gaze away from you to come back to reality. what if someone sees him perving out on his best friend? what if someone call the cops? but when he looks back at you frantically fucking yourself back onto to the pink dildo, he loses all his morals. he pants like a parched dog while he unbuttons his jeans and hurriedly pulls his weepy cock out of its confinements. he quickly scans his surroundings before beginning to put all his attention on you. now, youâre the star of the showâhis late night fill.
he hisses lowly as he fists his cock, leisurely stroking it to collect the pre-cum that continuously pools at his sensitive, pink mushroom tip. maybe itâs the fact that his pretty little best friend is getting stuffed with a plastic cock, moaning mattâs name like a mantra, or it could be the fact that heâs out in the open, for anyone to spotâespecially if you were to just look over your shoulder, but he never felt so high off of life before. itâs exhilarating.
your whines turn into loud, breathy moans and itâs only a matter of time before you start desperately rocking yourself back onto the toy, your ass jiggling with each thrust, âo-oh my god . . mattââ you squeal out. you fist your comforter as your thighs begin to shake, all while hysterically pumping the dildo into your greedy, drooling hole. meanwhile, matt desperately tries to match your pace with his. he doesnât care that heâs letting out small groans whenever he swipes his thumb over his swollen tip.
and he thinks itâs too soon when you cum. you whimper out mattâs name like it was the only thing you could remember as you cream all over the pink toy, stuffing your flushed face into the bed when it suddenly got too much for you.
and within a flash, matt began to panic.
when he frantically stuffs his cock back into his jeans while you rise to your knees, he fails to realize how much noise he was actually making. it was the dead of night, so every little movement he made was enough to startle you.
you audibly gasped and looked over your shoulder.
nothing.
if matt wasnât nervous for his future, he sure is now. the taste of blood is bitter on his tongue as he chews on his bottom lip, the rough concrete scratching his back. he sits there, right under your window, listening to the soft pads of your feet ascend closer and closer. thereâs a pause before the window is shut, and the curtains are drawn closed.
he lets out a large breath he didnât know he was holding in.
on the walk to his car, matt couldnât help but think about your pretty voice moaning his name. somedayâhopefullyâheâd get to hear that again, even if he wasnât the reason why. but for now, heâll jerk himself off in his car to the thought of you.
eyes squint through the cloud of wood chips and hefty orange work jackets to spot a familiar GTR pull up and park off the construction sight. he recognized the hot pink license plate, a custom gifted from him as last yearâs anniversary present. matt chews on his toothpick as he saunters over toward the vehicle, a small smirk tugging at his lips when he sees you happily step out. though, the sight of your clothing choice makes his eyes widen like saucers.
like a hawk, matt just blatantly stares at your breasts slipping out of your tight, low cut top and bouncing with every step you take toward the trunk. his temper doesnât get any shorter when he sees you pop open the trunk and bend over in your unnecessarily short denim skirt to retrieve two grocery bags.
freshly done nails brush your hair behind your shoulder to wave at the men, all of them waving back in unison with lustful glares. murmurs become too apparent to mattâs ears which make him glance over his shoulder, sneering at the way his coworkers all look your way with the same expression as him; attentive. he just clenches his jaw, wondering why youâre looking so damn pretty this early in the day.
blue collar!matt who . . .
clears his throat when you approach him with an award-winning smile, head bowing to catch your short gaze. you donât remember when matt became so big, so tall and buff that it kind of makes you feel dizzy.
meanwhile, mattâs too busy studying you to even care that youâre ogling him. you got all pretty for him; hair and makeup done, and he knows you did your stupid ass âeverything showerâ as he calls it because of the saccharine scent of your perfumes and body wash. youâre a magnet to everyoneâyour cheeriness attracts everyone around you. you tell matt you spent all morning making birria tacos for him and the guys, wanting to give them a nice meal on this lovely sunday morning. he just smiles at you faintly as he spots the genuine glint in your eyes. bending down to your level, he grips onto the back of your head, careful not to mess up your hair, and presses a rough kiss to your forehead after he spits away his toothpick.
you greet all of your husbandâs coworkers individually while making your way to a table to set everything upâhanding everyone an ice cold water bottle with a smile.
blue collar!matt whoâs . . .
not fond of the looks his wife is getting. he silently observes his coworkers filthy, unwashed hands pat your shoulder and their lust filled eyes shamelessly trail over your body. a sigh spills out from his nose as you pass out plates and drinks, giggling as the dirt and grime covered men thank you and compliment with full mouths on how good the food is.
matt had enough.
itâs sudden when you feel his rough hand grab your wrist and pull you away, yet you follow behind his large figure with giggles. heâs taking you somewhere secluded . . . not really, though. itâs behind the skyscraper theyâve been building for months now, only wood so far. youâre technically inside of it when he presses you up against a piece of wood, eyes set up at him innocently. he was just texting you an hour ago after sending you money to get your nails done. he sometimes forgets that you donât realize the power you have over men. you act so innocent, so unaware of these things, and thatâs what frustrates him.
blue collar!matt who . . .
realizes that everything heâs saying to you, a scolding hiss in his tone, is going completely over your head. your attention stays on his body, the yellow and orange vest sitting heavy on his wide shoulders, that white tank smeared with dirt, faded blue jeans and heavy tan timberlandâs on his big feet. heâs so fucking big it always makes you shift and bite your lip. his veins are bulging out of his arms, and his hands are so wide and rough. his hair is tousled around, evidence that heâs been working hard. just to provide for you. to take care of you. to cater to you.
âbaby, you listeninâ to me?â mattâs brows knit together, tapping underneath your chin with a curved finger to bring your eyes back to him.
you huff, âyou wanna see what i bought today?â your eyes are big and sparkly as you watch your husbandâs blue eyes glance down to where your nails trail over the soft skin of your thighs, fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt before you decide to flip it up to your stomach. matt breathes heavily through his nose as you showcase your new purchase; a pretty, light blue thong that matched the color of his eyes. âyou like it?â a meek giggle passes through your glossed lips.
âyeah, sweetheart. looks nice,â matt barely grunts out, his voice caught in his throat as he sees how snug your new underwear hugged your cunt, âturn âround.â he orders with a gruff tone.
and you do, but not without stealing a glance over your shoulder. your husband just looked so good you couldnât stop staring at him! you suddenly gasp when he roughly grips onto the fat of your ass, laying a harsh slap! on your right cheek. matt relishes in the way you squeal his name, a pretty manicured hand coming down to grip onto his wrist. despite your tight grip on his wrist, heâs still strong enough to hook two fingers around your panties to pull the flimsy material aside, adams apple bobbing when he catches the sight of your pretty pussy glistening for him in the morning sun.
matt swears heâs losing his mind, nonetheless beginning to tilt his head sideways to get a better look. he knows you want him to put his mouth on you by the way you swing your hips from side to side softly, a pout sitting pretty on your lips, but heâs not giving you that satisfaction, atleast not now.
he flips you back around, so you could watch him unzip his jeans and pull his leaking cock out, his tip slapping against his stomach.
blue collar!matt who . . .
roughly grabs your chin before locking his lips with yours, whispering in between kisses that youâre not to fuck with him while heâs on the job, to stop giving everyone a peek of what he comes home to at midnight. and you keep playing dumb to rile him up a little more. âi got a wax too since you sent me too much.â or âwent to fenty yesterday, i found so many cute things to wear for you, matt.â to which heâll only respond with a gruff, âyeah?â youâre being a smart ass, a brat who needed taming real fucking quick.
âyou gonna listen when i say shit, now? donât pull that again, yaâ hear?â he pecks your lips one last time before his bulky arms are lifting you up, large hands under your knees to have you curled up and pressed against the wood planks. your legs dangle over his shoulders as he begins to slide you down on his cock with ease. heâs not being gentle about it eitherâdoesnât even give you time to preen and adjust. he thrusts his cock in you so deep it makes you whinily cry out his name and whimper into the open. his tip repeatedly hits your g-spot and all you can do is take it.
blue collar!matt who . . .
lifts and slams you down on his cockâdoesnât bother telling you to be quiet because his coworkers might hear you, doesnât care if tears are blurring your eyesight because heâs bullying his cock in the depths of your gummy walls to give your cervix a few kisses, doesnât care if you have a belly bulge. youâre whimpering like youâre in heat as he fucks you raw, feeling every delicious ridge of his dick. and youâre so wet around him, squelch after squelch making your ears tinge red and your face scrunch up in embarrassment. it doesnât help when matt laughs in your face at that.
âwhat happened, baby? not speakinâ?
you pout. the smirk he sends you just seems cruel to you as he slows his hips down, opting to roll his cock into you, so you could feel every inch of him. your thighs try to close around matt, but he doesnât let you. no, instead he fully pins you against the wood, making sure his body is snug between your legs and just drilling into your pussy.
blue collar!matt who . . .
feels the way your drooling cunt clenches around him, a tale tell that youâre just seconds away from coming. soft cries pass through your lips as mattâs pelvis bumps against your sensitive clit which makes you reach down with a shaky hand, placing your palm over his toned stomach and pushing weakly.
mattâs eyes follows your hand and he just smirks wickedly, âdonât run from it, sweetheart,â he chuckles in your ear, pushing his chest against yours as he places a sloppy kiss on your cheek, âbeen wantinâ this cock, ânâ now you got it.â kisses trail down to your neck where it soon turns into making purple splotches, tongue lolling to lick the sting away.
you preen, âmaaattt.â a nasally whine of his name only makes him go soft, the two hands that held your body up caressing the fat of your thighs. heavy pants slip through your parted lips as your orgasm quickly approaches, gripping onto his biceps for dear life. your eyes water while your pussy gushes all over his stomach and your thighs, hearing the groans and encouragements of your husband make you grow shy.
blue collar!matt who . . .
subconsciously bites down on your neck as he ruts his hips into you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your soaked cunt hugs him in a warmly invite. his blunt nails create crescent shaped indents into the rounds of your hips and ass when tugging you down on him until heâs gasping. grinding his waist slowly, his cum begins to fill you up, coating your gummy walls pearly white.
blue collar!matt who . . .
snickers to himself when he sees you grow visibly upset as he pulls out and sets you to your feet. itâs then that he wipes that shit eating grin off his face when he swiftly brings his lips to yours, a rugged hand coming down in between your thighs to press two fingers against your cunt, swiping them around to collect your slick before plugging them into your drooling hole to make sure his seed would stay inside you until he got home. he ignores how you grip onto his hair when you squirt all over his fingers.
matt pats your ass after pulling down your skirt, tucking his dick back into his jeans as he whispers in your ear, âgâon now, get some sleep. iâll be home in a few hours, so be ready for me âcause mânowhere near done.â
blue collar!matt who . . .
smirks at you as you stumble back to your car, the other workers giving the two of you knowingly glares back and forth. you innocently shout out a shaky, âbye boys!â to all the stunned men, unbeknownst to you that they all heard everything. matt turns to them with his brow raised, clapping his hands together, âwell? fuck yâall staring at? get back to work!â
youâre freshly showered. you spent an half hour shaving your whole body and you even used your expensive lotion and oils just to fully enjoy the wonderful night you planned to have.
no chris equals no loud, muffled yelling from his angry customers on the phone, no smelly socks laying around the couch heâs stuck sleeping on, and you finally get to walk into your living room without it being hotboxed.
that caused for a celebration, so you baked brownie edibles! even though you accidentally doubled the recipe for weed butter, you werenât about to let good product go to waste. especially when the shit chris sold to you was always weak.
just for the hell of it, youâve already indulged in a brownie and the effects were already starting to hit.
you can smell the remnants of the sweet smelling brownie and the pungent weed wafting throughout your apartment as you walk down the hall and into the living room, but the closer you get, your nose gets infiltrated with the familiar, nauseating scent of cologne. fuck, is chris home already?
you donât even spare a glance toward the kitchenâyou make your way to round the couch and you find yours truly; chris, lazily spread out with his body melted into the soft cushions. his legs are spread out wide, so you get a clear shot of the gigantic bulge protruding over those black jeans he wears religiouslyâthatâs definitely not the point, though.
his arms are hanging over the cushions and he blankly stares right across from him. you momentarily follow his gaze and find it at the corner of your floor. itâs then that you notice the soft smile on his face that seems to not rid and his eyes are so low that he looks like heâs squinting.
okay, this isnât the first time heâs come home high. donât freak out.
yet, you still nervously move your gaze over to your kitchen where your brownies were supposed to lay on a plateâbut all you find are crumbs.
it takes everything in you to not directly pounce on chris, but heâs highâlike really high. thereâs about 100 mg of weed in his system and surprisingly, heâs chilling.
you sigh through your nose, rolling your eyes at how calm he looked right now, âchris.â
his head lulls against the couch cushion to look at you and the faint sound of his curious âhm?â echoes through the silent apartment. itâs like his eyes had to manually focus on you; blinking owlishly for a second before his lips bloom into a smile.
he sings your name as his smile grows wider and you catch the way his hips shift around, almost as if he was trying to find relief for the predicament in his pants, âmissed you sâmuch, kid.â chris grumbles in a soft voice.
âdonât play that shit with me, chris. i swear to god . .â you groan, shutting your eyes and rolling them.
chris pouts at your attitude, his face distorting into something more serious like he was sobering up, âfuck did i do, now? cops here?â and then heâs sitting upânot without a fight with his sluggish bodyâand starts whipping his head toward the front door.
âyou fuckinâ fatass. no oneâs here.â
âyo, donât call me a fa-â
âi am gonna call you a fatass because you ate all my brownies!â
he stares up at you in bewilderment, eyes wide and mouth agape, âwha-what brownies? are you the fuckinâ pillsbury doughboy nowâsince when does your ass even bake?!â
you smooth your hands over your face as an attempt to calm yourself down, âchris,â you start, âdo you even know how youâre high right now?â
he hums as he thinks about it, lips pursing and eyes squinting before he smiles at you, âi smoked a joint with mattâshit was crazy, i almost ate everything in his damn fridge, like, right after.â he giggles to himself.
â. . holy shit, youâre literally the definition of gluttony.â
âshut the fuck up. it was just the munchiesââ
âyou have, like, more than a hundred milligrams of weed in you, chris.â you try to reason with himâcalmlyâbut he has that dumb look on his face and it makes your anger spike a bit.
he frowns, âfuck are you even talking âbout?â
âthose brownies were edibles, dumbass.â
chris takes a moment to really sink that in. heâs got enough weed in him to get an elephant high, and the sight of you mad at him with your skin glowing from that lotion he loves to smell on you is making him rock hardâbut thereâs also anger boiling in his blood.
âandddddd, you decided to not fuckinâ tell me? those brownies were jusâ sitting on a plate and you expected me to, what?ânot take a fuckinâ bite?â
you canât believe him right now, âare you foâyouâre blaming me?â
âyeah, âcause itâs your fuckinâ fault, dickhead. i feel like a elephant is layinâ on my lap, canât even move.â chris huffs dramatically.
to be fair, you only cut slack on chris just a bit because you knew he was going to high for a long time, and itâd come in waves since they were ediblesâbut jesus, there was no way he downed all those brownies within your shower period . .
even though your high was beyond ruined, the sight of chrisâ lap looked so inviting. his legs are still spread apart, and the boner poking out of his pants hasnât gone down.
âyâer a slut, yâknow that? holy fuckââ
yeah, you just got caught red handed.
you sputter, eyes finally peeling off from in between his legs to stare up at chris in bewilderment, âme? a slut? bitch, for all i know, youâre probably going out to fuck your hoes âcause i wonât let you fuck me.â
âfuck off, weirdo,â he sneers, âand my, uhm . . i dropped all of âem.â
âboy, you know they all left your ass âcause they didnât wanna fuck with a felon.â
that left chris silenced, face turning stern as he sighs exasperatedly and slumps further into the couch. his eyes drew closed while his head fell onto the soft cushions. for a second, youâd grown worriedâbut chris can fend for himself. youâve ought to kick him out if he doesnât start paying rent anytime soon, anyways.
âare you gonna be fine out here? want some . . water?â
he rolls his eyes, ânah, âm gonna jerk off out here for a lilâ bit,â he turns to you and grins innocently, âwatch or not, i donât give a fuck.â
you swore to chrisâand yourself that you were not going to give in to him again. heâs gotten you into so much trouble, with cops and paying customers, and you canât let him know you forgive him. so all you do is nod and walk off to your room.
that doesnât mean you canât think about him.
chris looked real fucking good, too. he had finally got rid of that one disgusting cap he keeps wearing on his head to showcase his hair that you liked to tug on when his head was shoved in between your thighs, and he wore that one hoodie you remember wiping his cum off your thigh with. itâs honestly a little gross, but youâre so deprived off of chris that you think itâs hot.
resting your head onto your pillow, you decide to scroll through your phone and giggle at random videos. that was always your favorite way pass time your high. though, when you start scrolling on instagram for a quick second, you get a text from chris. heâs so needyâyou think, yet you open it.
itâs a video recorded for two minutes, and he put invisible ink over the attachment.
you tap on it until the virtual particles disappear, and youâre left with the image of chrisâ smiley face, the dim kitchen light illuminating over his face. you know heâs just made the video from how his eyes are even lower than they were from when you last saw him, and heâs got that little cut on his lip from when one of his customers finally had enough of him scamming him in plain sight.
itâs suspicious, but you still click on the video.
the video starts off with, of course, chris smiling innocently, but then the camera pans around to showcase his lap. the more you stare, you come to find that you could see the clear outline of his dick. fuck, you always forget how big he is.
âfuckinâ piss me off,â he grumbles low enough just for you to hear as his large hand comes in view, cupping his bulge and hissing sharply, âi feel sâfuckinâ helpless âcause i canât fuck you. âs all your fault.â he slurs.
your thighs immediately tighten as chris shamelessly babbles to you, slick dampening your panties from his whiny voice. all you can hear are the slow, staggered breathing and the deafening sound of a belt unbuckling. you watch as the camera shakes a bit and goes out of focus before it pans back to his cock in his hand. of course he went fucking commando.
âfuck,â chris gasps as he starts stroking himself in slow, languid motions. the pre cum that leaks from his swollen tip and down to the base had helped to create a low squelching sound each pump of his fist he takes, which only made you wetter. a few seconds go by of him fucking his fist and groaning your name while bad mouthing you at the same time before the suddenly video ends, leaving you on a cliffhanger.
ughâno fair, you wanted to see him cum!
youâre left with your lips parted in both shock and arousal, and your panties soaked through. man, fuck this. youâre horny and still very high, and you really want some dick. jumping off the bed, you beeline toward your door in a furious stupor and fling it open. and surprisingly, you find that chris stands on the other side, cheeks red and lips pouty as he stares down at you.
â. . .chris?â
and then heâs kissing you, both hands digging into your waist as he quietly simpers into your mouth. chris pushes his body closer to yours until heâs guiding you backwards and the back of your knees hit the bed, and you can feel the large bulge tucked beneath his jeans digging into your bare thigh.
âmphâc-chri-â you squeal against his swollen lips, a hand flying up to grip his bicep.
âshut the fuck up.â chris grumbles back before he attacks your lips with his once again. he uses his body weight and the sluggishness of his bones as an advantage to push you down onto the bed, sloppily maneuvering you to have your head resting on the plethora of pillows and plushies he had won you in one of those rigged carnival games one timeâa time where he wasnât acting like a bum and hiding from the feds in your apartment.
heâs kissing you so hard you think heâs making bruises on your lips. and you also think he couldnât get more animalistic, but the way one of his hands hurriedly travel south to sneak its way under your tank top to cup your bare tit tells you otherwise. his thumbs grazes over your nipple and he smirks against your lips when you whine lowly.
you almost give up entirely like you intended to, but the stubbornness in you is telling you the exact opposite. your legs come up to wrap themselves around chrisâ waist, the material of his hoodie riding up and exposing his back. with the amount of strength you muster up with the boy practically making you jelly, you managed to maneuver him into your position. he stares at you in slight bewilderment as you straddle him, pulling your lips off of his by pushing on his chest.
âthe fuck you think yâer doinâ, huh?â chris voice is staggered and quite slurred. low and red tinted eyes bore into you as you pant, licking the shared saliva off your lips as you look back at him with similar jaded eyes.
you huff with a whine, âyouâre not gonna win, chris.â your voice betrays on you, suddenly coming out lower than you intended to and more meek.
he sighs rather loudly while his eyes flicker to your soft, plush thighs caging his waist in, ââs all good. iâll let you win,â he smirks a bit as his hands come up to grip onto the fat of your thighs, vision trailing up to you in a languid pace, âjust make me cum, aâight?â
and honestly, youâre in too deep. your panties are beyond soaked, the rough denim of chrisâ jeans feels too good on your bare skin, and the thc intoxicating your mind is making you incredibly needy for the boy before you.
so, you nod, leaning down until your breasts squish against his chest and connecting your lips to his. chris heavily sighs into your mouth while one hand reaches down to grab fat globes of your ass cheek, the other coming up to pinch your chin so he could slip his tongue into your mouth.
sneakily, the hand that was on your ass begins to hook around the drenched cotton of your panties, pulling them to the side so he could feel how wet he made you.
your breath staggers heavily while chris begins to get two heavy fingers sticky with your slick, rubbing them up and down your puffy folds in a slow pace. and he doesnât let you pull away from his lips, not even when he starts massaging your clit enough to make you whimper against him.
chris oh so desperately wishes he could get a 4k shot of your sweet pussy heâs been missing, but having you flush against him with your saccharine scent invading his nostrils made up for it. and the fact that you were even letting him touch youâit was his lucky day.
your pussy feels extra sensitive now that youâre all high and lax, but also you have chris touching you. you can feel how your hole constantly leaks and he couldnât be more eager to spread it around your sticky clit and flick his wrist faster.
all you can do is wither helplessly and moan into his mouth. you hate how good he is with his fingers, especially when you reluctantly have to pull away from his plump lips to let some air back into your lungs. your two hands plant to the bed on either side of chrisâ head to stabilize yourself and you catch him just staring up at you.
âwhat?â you breathe out with a whine.
he slowly smirks, âjusâ missed you.â and then heâs lining two fingers up to your hole, his lips blooming into a full smile as he watches you gasp and squeal. chrisâ patience completely runs thin when his slender fingers bottom out, and all he can feel is your slick coating them.
so, all he does is roll you over onto your back, despite you frantically clinging onto him like you were going to fall on your ass, and continues to massage your gummy walls.
all it takes is one glance down at your wet cunt, all glossy and pretty around his digits just as he remembers, to lose all his composure. chris grunts loudly while his fingers begrudgingly slides out of your tight hole, glancing up to find you already pouting up at him.
âgotta fuck this pussy, baby. donât give a fuck what you say.â he says, in a hurry to stick his shiny fingers in his mouth.
if you werenât just as needy to have him dick you down until you couldnât remember the alphabet, you wouldâve laughed in his damn face at his sheer desperation when he manhandles you onto your hands and knees, ass perked up high. you barely hear the comical rip! of your panties as chris tears the flimsy cotton off your body and throws it over his shoulder.
in a daze, you glance over your shoulder to watch in utter amazement as chris sits up on his knees to grip onto the hem of his hoodie and hold it in place with his teeth and reach down to unzip his jeans. he pulls the denim off his waist just enough for his leaking cock to spring out, hitting his belly button and creating a wet plap! sound.
chris hisses under his breath as he wraps the hand that was plowing into your pussy around his sensitive cock. he uses his free hand to harshly grip onto the fat of your ass so he could place his length right onto your puffy cunt, hissing sharply when he starts tapping his pink tip across your hole and your nub.
âchrisss,â you huff meekly, staring up at him with furrowed brows, glossy red eyes, and a pout, âput it in.â
he hums as he mumbles over the thick cotton, âgot you begginâ now, huh?â he damn near chuckles when your face contorts into sudden offense, beginning to raise yourself on your elbows to create an argument before you feel his thick tip prodding at your entrance.
itâs then that you melt back onto the bed, whimpering openmouthedly as you shove your face into your pillow. you donât know what to focus onâchrisâ cock splitting you open, his large hands splayed all across your bodyâeither way, you do know that you want him to fuck you.
you lift your head off the cushiony pillow to whine nasally just as your gummy walls begin to tightly hug his tip. just as chris always does, he enters you painfully slow, so that you could feel every inch of him stretching you out. it always makes your eyes water and your hips buck back into his, just plain inpatient that heâs taking his sweet olâ time with you.
âmissed this pussy.â chris whines to himself as he bottoms out, eyes trained down on your wet cunt swallowing up every inch of his cock. your mouth just hangs open; youâve grown to forget how much heâs packing that feeling him prodding your cervix makes you absolutely dumb.
he doesnât give you any time to even breathe before heâs retracting his hips back and thrusting forward with a guttural grunt, blue eyes trailing down to your arched figure when he hears you mumble something.
a sinister smirk curls on chrisâ lips as he opts to hold onto his hoodie, so he could lean down until his clad chest was flush to your back. a wide hand snaking over your throat to squeeze at your pulse point, and it makes you turn your head to look back at him.
âyou say somethinâ?â
your pussy flutters when chrisâ cock repeatedly hits your g-spot, making you choke on whatever you planned to have said.
âcâmon, use âem words.â
you canât help but whine pathetically at the pet name, âi-itâs too much.â
chris canât help but rise back up, mounting a hand on your waist before pulling out. and you canât even protestâjust waiting for his next move patiently. he rubs his slippery tip against your glistening folds with a hiss, âitâs too much?â he asks.
a small âmhmâ exits through your lips as you unconsciously rock your hips. the emptiness of your cunt doesnât last long when he decides to nudge his cock back into you, sliding in even slower than before just so he could relish in your pretty moans.
âyeah, i really donât give a fuck.â chris deadpans low enough just for you to hear. he doesnât care about how your hand reaches to grip onto his wrist as you gasp, instead he just starts plowing into youâno mercy given.
you always felt bad for your downstairs neighbors whenever you and chris fucked, but this time you have to bake some cookies or something.
a satisfied grin grows on his face when he catches the way you fuck yourself back into him, ass clapping against his pelvis. damn, he missed that.
chris has felt like a wild animal ever since he started crashing at your place. when he showed up at your door, the last thing he expected was to be held off of sex from you. one day when he was just looking at himself through the bathroom mirror, his right bicep was far more toned than his left.
and heâs guilty for thatâitâs just that a man has his needs! whenever youâre out, heâd sneak into your room to grab ahold of one your perfumes and bring it up to his nose while he stroked himself off, all while laying in your bed with your scent hugging him.
so, to finally be inside of you after so long, chris tries to hold off . . to savor this moment, but your pussy betrays him. youâre so wet, and youâre already clenching around him while squealing his name.
he lets out breathy chuckles while he continues to pump himself in you, eyes locked down on the creamy ring formed around the base of his cock, âyou gonna cum? already?â
âshut the fuck up.â you huff with a whine. yet, heâs right. your entire body feels like a cloud, and your mind is fuzzy. all you think of is chris and that fucking pipe on him. your stomach clenches as you feel your orgasm approaching full speed, and neither you or chris get any warning before you cum . . . hard.
your pussy tightens and pulses around his dick as it gets coated with your cum. it doesnât take much long for him to follow up behind you, whimpering under his breath as he forfeits the hold on his hoodie to grip onto the fat of your ass cheeks, thrusting into you deeper.
âshiiiit, gonna fuckinâ cum.â he grunts to himself. chrisâ vision turns white as his stomach caves in, full on moaning out loud while he fills your cunt up with his cum.
you stay pliant in his hold while you both take a few seconds to come up from your high, fingertips digging into your hips as he slowly pulls out. his lips are parted in awe as his cum starts dripping out your hole.
chris leans forward, his arm sliding under the space of your arched body to scoop you up with his bicep curled around your neck. itâs an uncomfortable position with you on your knees and your back completely flush against his chest, but a kiss planted on your cheek makes up for it.
âyou âaight?â chris mumbles against your ear, a large palm splayed just under your chest.
you paw at the bicep wrapped around your neck, âmissed you.â is all you say, sparing a glance at the boy when suddenly he attacks you with a searing kiss. this is what you missed, and you wish it could be like that forever.
chris ordered you food as aftercare and he even opted to stay in bed with you. you had changed your clothes, freshened upâeven took another shower, but somehow he was still wearing that fuckass hoodie.
you glance up at him, studying his side profile before you speak up, âwhy do you still have that hoodie on, chris?â
he pauses, his adams apple bobbing as he momentarily licks his lips, âjusâ cold.â
but you know better than that, and besides, chris is the worst liar ever. your brows raise as you lift yourself off the bed, a pretend smirk on your lips while you swing a leg across his waist, straddling him. you snatch his phone from his hands, fingers toying with the hem of his hoodie.
âround two?â you donât really wait for an answer, you just lean down to lock your lips against his as a distraction before you hurriedly tug the material off. just when you pull away to remove the hoodie from his head, thatâs when you spot the splotchy and fresh hickeys scattered all the way from his collarbones and down to his ribs.
chris follows your gaze and gulps. oh, heâs in deep shit.
itâs late at night. a little too late, but that also means you get matt all to yourself. the heat is on full blast which doesnât really upset you as it usually would since you get to see your pretty boyfriend shirtless.
matt has his back pushed up against his bed frame, his large hands awkwardly gripping your bare thighs that encage his waistâall while being kissed into oblivion. his hair is messy, his earlobes are tinged pink, and his brows are slightly pinched upward as your tongue explores his mouth. all that can be heard are the occasional whimpers that come from both you and matt and the sound of your lips clicking against his.
heâs so overwhelmed, but in the best way possible. his senses are filled with your fruity scented shampoo and you feel so right on top of him, especially when he can feel the heat of your soaked cunt against his bulge. your lip gloss is smeared all over his cheeks and it spreads down in kiss marks all the way to his collarbone.
you hum against his plush lips, arching your back to push yourself further into mattâs chest and tilting your head to lightly make space between his lips.
âyou can touch me, yâknow.â you sweetly mumble over your boyfriendâs lips, a grin growing on your face when you feel mattâs hands shiver.
ây-yeah?â mattâs voice is hoarse and scratchy, almost like he had just woken up. he pants against your lips when you hum and nod, eyes daring to roll to the back of his head as you rake your hand through the short hairs on the back of his head.
and of course, without a beat, matt does exactly what you say. a shaky hand slides up your thigh and goes to paw at your waist, and he keeps it right there for a moment before you grip onto his hair, suddenly deepening the kiss and making his self control falter. thatâs when his hand glides up even further and latches onto your tit. a meek groan is stuck in his throat when he realizes youâre not wearing a bra and he can feel your nipples hardening in his palm.
youâre trying real hard not to giggle at your boyfriendâs attempt to keep calm. heâs so innocent and doesnât know what to do with you nor himself, maybe thatâs why heâs only groping you over your shirt.
but even just the slightest touch makes you so desperate for him. when you break the kiss apart, matt slightly peeks an eye open to watch you let out a puff of air over his lips, brows pinched up in pleasure. oh, he didnât realize youâd react like that. heâs not complaining either, not when you look so pretty and definitely not when your hips subconsciously buck into his lap and letting out a gasp when your panty clad cunt bumps up against his bulge.
âf-fucâoh my god . .â he whines under his breath. at this point, matt is gone. his lips are parted, cheeks are burning, and all he can do is just look down in between each otherâs bodies and catch a glimpse of your puffy pussy grinding up against his boner. the hand that isnât on your tit is latched onto the waistband of your baby pink panties, just holding on for dear life as you whimper his name in his ear.
itâs all so fun to you. you pull away from matt to properly get a look at him and thereâs nothing you could do besides grinning at him teasingly. he already looks so fucked out, lips glistening in the low lighting, his hair tousled all over the place, and his eyes are so low that he looks high.
you lean forward to place kisses starting from his jawline and trailing up to his ear where you can then feel his hips bucking up, âwant me to keep going?â you giggle. and of course, matt nods wordlessly, muttering a whiny âuh huhâ under his breath before he hurriedly places his lips back onto yours.
youâre really glad everyone is sleeping, you donât know how loud matt can get, nonetheless you canât wait to see.
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thereâs a pout embedded on your glossed lips as chris closes the door behind you, not noticing how he stares you down with confusion and a slight humorless expression.
âaâight, the fuck you called me for? i was busy.â chris grumbles. his words are slightly mumbled since a joint rests against the corner of his lips. blue eyes trail over your body while you plop down onto his couch with a furious stupor, brows furrowed and your arms crossed under your chest.
âi canât cum!â is all you whine out. your pout only curls deeper when all chris does is side eye you, lips parted in surprise. he doesnât respond immediatelyâjust eyes you down like you told him something extremely stupid.
â. . . i donât get how thatâs my fuckinâ problem.â his brows raise expectedly while his voice narrows down into something youâd typically use when talking to a child thatâs teetering over the edge of throwing a fit. chris doesnât really seem to care anyway, because he sits back down onto the couch next to you and resumes counting the wad of cash that lays on the table in front of him.
you huff, uncrossing your arms and showcasing your hands to the boy next to you. chris lets out a begrudgingly sigh as he inspects your hands. by all means, they look perfectly normalâa little on the smaller sideâbut he had taught you how to reach those special spots with those short fingers, so what the fuck do you mean you canât cum?
âi canât read minds, kid. you look fully capable of makinâ yâerself cum.â
you stare at him through your lashes, âmy nails, chris.â
chris just glances at your long, square acrylics, and it hits him. a dry chuckle falls from his lips as he then watches you cower a little in embarrassment.
âyou serious? came all the way over here âcause those nails ainât doinâ it for you?â
you timidly shrug when you feel your cheeks heat up, âiâve been trying, but it doesnât feel good. âneed you to make me cum.â a relieved sigh falls out your lips when chris puts his cash down, pinching the joint from his lips and passing it to you.
âjesusâfine. hold this, and take your pants off.â and you do exactly what he says, but not without squealing excitedly and kissing his cheek. it surprises you a little when chris gets off the couch and gets on his knees, grabbing you by the thighs and tugging you closer to his face. you gasp under your breath at the sudden aggression and you grow to be embarrassed when he roughly spreads your legs apart. a sick grin spreads along his pretty face when he spots the comically large wet spot staining your pink panties.
âchriiisss.â you grumble quietly, huffing and puffing impatiently before he gets sick of hearing it and decides to shut you up by wrapping his large hand around your wrist, guiding the joint to your lips. your lips envelope it begrudgingly and you take a hit.
âshut the fuck up for a secâ, aâight?â he sasses. his low eyes are dead set on your clothed pussy as he hooks a finger around your panties, sliding to the side to showcase your sensitive mess. god, he could never get used to such a pretty sight. your hole constantly leaks and chris is eager to lick you clean, tongue lolled out completely as he dives right in.
you couldnât even speakâthis was exactly what you needed. chris becomes an animal once he gets his mouth on you; whimpering and groaning against your soaked pussy like he was on drugs. the bottom half of his face is already glossy when he comes back for air, glancing up at you with hooded eyes and a small smirk when he sees how completely fucked out you are. you whimper when chris spits onto your cunt, your free hand flying down to grip onto his soft hair before he licks his saliva up with a groan. his plush lips wrap around your clit and sucks on it gently, making you pant and gurgle out his name while the joint sits lazily on the corner of your mouth.
and his head was always so sloppy, you could literally feel how his saliva mixed with your arousal drips down onto the couch. chris is practically drooling onto your cunt as he alternates with flicking his flat tongue across your puffy clit and suctioning his lips around it with a guttural whine each time. his large hands splay flat on your thighs to prevent you from closing around his head, and his biceps flex when you start thrashing and grabbing onto his wrist helplessly.
the vibrations from chris moaning directly into your cunt made your hole clench around nothingâmomentarily pulling a choked cry out of you. he guides his tongue lower to collect the creamy nectar that pools at your hole, obscene squelches bouncing off the walls when the tip of nose bumps against your clit. itâs then that the coil in your stomach tightens, broken whines of the boyâs name falling past in your lips in warning.
âmmphâch-chris . .â you keen lowly, fisting the boyâs locks as your lips parted to let out little ahâs. chris hummed in response and continued to play with your nub. he pulled away for a second to glance up at you, smirking with his lip tucked in his teeth.
âyaâ happy now, kid?â he rasps, maintaining eye contact with you while he kitty licks your throbbing clit. you let out whimpers every time the tip of his tongue catches onto your pussy, nodding wordlessly, âgood.â
and when chris directs his attention back onto your cute cunt, you knew you werenât going to last any longer. he sticks his tongue out and begins to lick a thick stripe from your drooling hole to your little nub where he wraps his lips around, grunting boyishly. suddenly, your fist tightens around his hair and all you can do is whimper helplessly. your hips buck up, thighs straining as you attempt to close around his head, but his large hands stop you from doing so.
your orgasm hits you like a trainâyou barely have any time to warn chris when your stomach tightens, your poor pussy sensitizing within seconds. whimpering noisily, you try to push his head away, but he doesnât let up. no, instead, he takes a hand to grab onto your wrist, pining it to your thigh. you earn a glare in which you pout, hips bucking frantically as you cum. all you can see is white. you let out strings of chris chris chris like a mantra as he repeatedly swipes his tongue over your pussy, dipping down to lick your sweet cum.
and even when you come down from your high, he doesnât stop. you have to use your free hand to push chris away, whining that youâre too sensitive. luckily, he listens and comes up for air, panting loudly as he licks his lips clean. his eyes look even lower than when he was smoking on that joint that sits prettily on your lips, and he rises up to sit down next to you, you following suit which leads you to straddle his lap. he looks at you, lips parted and pussy drunk, and snatches the joint from you to take a deep hit.
âyaâ satisfied?â chris asks, quite unimpressed as if he wasnât going ham on your pussy just seconds ago. you smile nonetheless, taking account of the rough denim poking your bare mound as you place a kiss on his stubbly jaw.
âcan you fuck me now?â you hum, a little giggly when you see the face chris makes at you.
âyâer doinâ all the work, kid,â he shrugs, âsupplierâs cominâ in ten and i gotta count the rest of this cash, so hurry the fuck up . . .â
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heâs thinking about you everydayâmissing your pretty voice and your touch, so itâs no surprise when heâs back in his hotel room, scrolling through your instagram page while his dick strains against his sweats.
the poor boyâs rubbing himself through the thin fabric, biting on his plump lip as he stares at your innocent smileâa sickly lewd contrast to the small bikini adorned on your body.
matt remembers taking that picture on the beach, and just as soon as you both had gotten home, he fucked you âtil you only knew his name.
just the mere thought had him so pent up. mattâs scrambling to pull his sweats down just enough to free his weepy cock, right hand coming up to grip the base of his dick while his left hand holds his shaky phone. the whine he lets out is no far from pathetic, but he could care less.
his thumb swipes over his pink, swollen mushroom tip to collect the pre cum that pooled and he lets out a breathy sigh, eyes half lidded in pleasure while his hips bucked up.
matt decides he canât take anymore of stroking himself to the memories of his sweet girlfriend. his thumb exits instagram and goes to call you, the only sounds echoing throughout the spacious hotel room containing of his heavy breathing and the impending rings of his phone.
with the phone to his ear, he prays that you pick up with the wanting to hear your pretty voice, âmmph, please pick up, baby,â matt whimpers desperately. his brows furrow when he glides his hand up and down his shaft, squeezing a little tighter when he reaches the tip. eventually, it goes to voicemail and he comes to figure you might be sleeping, but he decides to leave a message for you anyway.
âh-hey, pretty girlâmmphâjust wanted to let you know how much i miss you,â matt slightly pants, chest heaving up and down. his hips buck up into his hand while his eyes squeezing shut. âmiss you so fucking much, yâknow that? f-fuuck, baby,â his breath hitches as the motions of his fist moves faster, the lewd squelching noises no doubly picking up over the line, âcanât stop thinking about youâhah, shiiiittt,â he moans with a whimper, âcanât wait to come home,â he groans when he runs his thumb over his slit, gathering more pre cum.
a pair of blue eyes roll to the back of mattâs head while he strokes his cock faster, breathing in deeply as his stomach tenses up, âi, uh, wanted to call to check on you, but i knowâgodâi know youâre probably sleeping,â he moans through his words, âi love yaâ, alright? love you, baby . . . sâfucking much.â he sounds so desperate, voice cracking with each whimper. âjusâ . . call me when you wake up? please, baby? i need to hear your voice.â matt practically endures a whole body shiver while his lower stomach tenses up the faster his fist glides up and down his pretty dick.
his sharp jaw goes slack after the mental image of fucking you into your squeaky mattress while you whine his name, your chubby walls hugging his dick with a warmly invite. matt breathily chuckles as he continues his endless babbles, âneed you so bad you donât understand,â
âiâfuckâsuch a fucking mess, all âcause of you,â he whines, almost grumpily, ââm sorry, baby . . . s-shitâi canât stop.â matt thrusts his hips off the bed to meet his hurried strokes right as he grows closer to his orgasm. âsoâmmhâfuckinâ pathetic . . . gonna cum just lookinâ at your pictures,â his eyes flutter shut to mentally fixate on the way heâs jerking his dick, wishing it was you doing it instead.
a whimper of your name slips past mattâs plump lips as he gasps whinily, âbaby, baby, f-fuuuckââ he hiccups, âgonna cum fâyou . . .â and he cuts himself off with another low groan of your name, incoherent babbles spilling out his lips as spurts of his cum shoot from his swollen tip, landing on his hands and stomach. he moans loudly as he draws out his orgasm. the room fills up with mattâs deep breaths, slowly stroking himself as he comes down from his high.
a few seconds of silence goes by before matt speaks up, âmiss you sâmuch, baby, but yâknow that. call me as soon as you hear this, alright? night, sweet girl. love you.â he hangs up, leaving himself lying there in his mess.
coming to your place after a long day of dealing was a natural thing for chris to do. so when he and some of his friends that tagged along with him had no more clients left, they suggested an evening at some fancy restaurant to spend their money. chris, of course, quickly waved them off because he wanted to spend his time with his pretty little girlfriend after being so busy the past few days.
so imagine the surprise he felt as soon as he heard the most lewd noises coming from your bedroom . . noises that heâd recognise anywhere.
he feels like a perv, but thatâs the least of his worries.
chris peeks through the small gap between the doorway and your conveniently opened door; itâs just enough for him to see just how perfect you look. the pillow, the one he usually sleeps on, between your thighs, a wet spot visible on its pillowcase, your tits free from any restraint, with your finger cradling them gently, and your face . . . fuck, your face.
your have the most vulgar expression imaginable. god, youâre better than any wet dream he ever had. your face is tilted to the side, eyes closed with pleading brows pinched upwards. your cheeks were dusted with the prettiest shade of red. his fresh love hoodie is bunched up and being held up by your teeth to expose your pretty tits bouncing every grind of your hips you take, and youâre letting out the cutest little muffled whines and moans.
itâs no surprise that your boyfriend gets hard instantly, hands flying to his crotch with no hesitation as he unzips his pants, sliding down just enough to take his cock out. his bony fingers wrap around his leaky cock and hisses lowly. his eyes were solely trained on printing the beautiful image right into the depths of his mind.
a pitiful pout grows on his lips. he can tell that youâve been going at it for a while now from how much youâre panting and how you lean forward on your hands every other minute because of the annoying, yet delicious burn in your fleshy thighs, and chris wishes he could be under you instead of that damned pillow, holding you down because he knows how much you squirm on his dick and pistoning his hips into you just right.
thereâs no doubt in his mind that heâs definitely not going to do that, but chris wants to savor the thrill of this a little bit too . . . wants to watch you pleasure yourself without him.
you roll your hips so expertly that chris feels even more jealous of that inanimate object, imaging your slick stained on the pillow glistening on his dick instead. the hurried movements, how you know when to push down further and how to keep the steady rhythm, how your face twists in exquisite pleasure with no care for the worldâyour boyfriend can barely stop himself from cumming right then and there.
chris strokes himself to match the roll of your hips, teeth digging in his bottom lip helplessly as he feels himself getting closer, just like you do. your hips get more erratic, humping the pillow faster and faster while your muffled whines get louder and longer. chris grips the doorway with his free hand to not go through it and disturb you, completely head over heels from how fascinating you look.
the only thing heâs late to realise is that youâre not even watching anything lewd to help you reach your high, and that becomes clear when you start crying out his name in a high-pitched tone that makes him go weak in the knees.
he thrusts into his own fist uncontrollably, but reluctantly gains the ability to stop himself only after seeing your heavenly closed eyes open, the fucked out look taking over your face as he grips his shaft tighter to not cum in the hallway right then and there.
you cum with a strangled cry of his name, gripping the sheets with shaky hands to ground yourself.
you came thinking about him. that alone makes chris wonder if he should kick his feet up high and giggle like a schoolgirl or burst into the room and fuck your sensitive pussy âtil your cum completely coats his cock. he chooses the latter.
you pant heavily, little moans slipping past your lips as you lazily rock your hips against the pillow. chris doesnât let you bask in the post-orgasm haze, however, because heâs barging into your room unceremoniously. with zipped pants of course!
squealing in surprise, you yank your blanket over your body, nervously looking at him with big, startled eyes while he casually strolls over to your bed, hands hidden in the pockets of his jeans and keen eyes focused only on you.
âchris. . i-i can explain!â you try to reason, but when your boyfriend simply smirks at you, you know you should stop talking.
âexplain riding my pillow?â heâs only teasing, but it still makes you stutter and stumble over your words. you pout for moment, pulling your hoodie over your body before curling further into your blanket in sheer embarrassment. thereâs an apology spilling out of your lips, but chris tuts at you condescendingly as he grips onto the blanket and pulls it away from you.
âfuck you lookinâ at? i want you to do it again.â thereâs a smirk rising on his lips as he watches your eyes widen and your lips part to protest.
âbut!ââ
ânah, you wanna be a slut and ride my pillow. all iâm asking is for you to do it again, aâight? then maybe, iâll fuck you if youâre good.â
᥎êȘ« đ chris finally commits to a relationship! he swears up and down that heâs happy . . . but his girlfriend isnât the reason why.
cw. â 18+, not proofread, cheater!chris x milf!reader, smut, established relationship but not between reader, cheating, vulgar language, pet name usage, age gapïčchris is 21, reader is 29ïč, gfs name is eve, persuasion, mild manipulation, cunnilingusïčhe eats it from the backïč, spanking, backshots, overstimulation, creampie, yâall almost get caught, mdni.
â the age gap between chris and r is not gonna align w the gf bc i feel uncomfy writing chris any younger and i am NOT gonna write the reader as an old ass woman đ€ hope yâall get it
chris doesn't even have a damn clue on why heâs currently standing in front of his girlfriendâs momâs residence when he knows his girlfriend isn't even inside the house.
though, all he wants is to see is her mom . . . her fucking mom.
it's kind of ridiculous, he thinks, how he has a crush on his girl's mom and calls her a milf in his head. he feels sick and twisted for even thinking of those lewd and perverted thoughts, but itâs almost addictive. youâre addictive. he really doesn't want to admit it, but chris was obsessed with comparing his girlfriend to you.
your curves, your pretty tits, your waist, your oh so soft thighs, and your lips. oh fuck, your lips. all he could think is . . . why couldn't your daughter take those features?
knocking on the door twice, the door immediately swings open to be met with your doe eyes staring up at him, worry settling in on them, "oh, chrisâwhatâre you doing here, sweetie?" you pout sympathetically, noticing how chris looked so disheveled; hair sticking up in awkward places and little beads of sweat forming on his upper lip, âare you looking for eve?â
chris decides to play innocent, nodding his head and pouting at you.
ââm so sorry, honey. she just left.â your voice was so smooth and comforting. he could only imagine how youâd sound when youâre getting your back blown out by him.
he raised his brows, pink lips forming into an 'o' as an attempt to look oblivious, " o-oh, shit. my bad." he huffs out a nervous laugh, turning around to begin walking off.
"wait!" you suddenly yelled. if chris didnât know any better, you mightâve sounded desperate.
he looked so flustered and parched, so the least you could do for the sweet boy was to nurse him back to hydration . . . right? when chris stopped in his tracks, you didn't get to see the wicked smirk on his face before he turned around, meeting your eye.
âyes, maâam?â
you frowned, "please donât go back out there. i know you walked over here, poor boy."
fuuuck, youâre so caring. it makes his dick hard.
you widen the front door and chris immediately gives in, grinning and thanking you while heading inside your home. heâs been in your house before, but something about being just the two of you, alone, made everything feel special. just thinking about it made him feel like a pervâhe was getting off to it, though.
chris eyes you the whole time.
you make your way into the kitchen, leaning down as you open the fridge door and pull out a pitcher of lemonade. youâre completely oblivious about the two blue eyes that ogle at your tits, or your ass when you bend down. that just makes it funner for chris. you pour the liquid in a tall glass and slid it over to the boy who sat himself down on the kitchen island.
while doing so, you couldnât help but wonder if he really all this way to your house.
âchris, did you really walk all the way over here? if you wanted to come over, you couldâve called me, sweetie. i wouldâve drove you.â chris took a few seconds to answer, a little busy chugging down the refreshment. some of the liquid slipped past his lips and ran down his chin.
his adams apple bobbed as he finished the last of the lemonade, setting the glass down and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "yeah, sorry. i will next time." chris giggles lowly, eyes boring its way into yours.
you smile at him when you both went quiet, âdo you, uhm, want me to call eve and tell her youâre here?â
ânah, let it be a surprise.â
you teasingly coo at him, a coy grin playing at your lips when chris meekly shrugs, âsheâs so lucky to have you, yâknow.â
that makes him smirk, âyeah?â
âyeah.â itâs your turn to act shy, crossing your arms under your chest nervously. you spot chrisâ eyes traveling down your chest, but you donât say anything.
âsoooo, you donât have a man or somethinâ like that?â
â. . a man?â
he shrugs again, but with more confidence. a cocky smirk plays crooked on his lips while he continues, âlike, someone you can depend on?â
âi guess not,â you huff out a laugh, âiâve been too busy raising eve that iâve never really thought about that.â
oh, but you have.
itâs so wrong, so disgusting and immature of you, but you think about it . . with chris . . . a lot. of course, you just wouldnât admit it. you pushed those thoughts aside before you could get too carried away.
âdamn,â he purses his lips, âyou ever get lonely?â
you playfully furrow your brows at chris, âthat seems a little inappropriate to ask that about your girlfriendâs mother.â
âis it?â he smirks while sliding his tongue over his bottom lip, âi just wanted to know a little more âbout you.â
you notice the atmosphere change in just a second. it makes you nervous.
âwhat do you wanna know?â
âi dunno . . .â chris then shrugs, maintaining eye contact with you as he walks past you. his hands paw at your waist to move you aside, purposely grinding his bulge against your ass. he hears you suck in a shaky, deep breath and a grin blooms across his face, âwould you fuck a younger guy?â he turns the sink faucet on, so heâs unable to hear the shocked gasp that slips past your lips.
âchris! thatâs h-highly inappropriate!â your head whips over to your left to stare at chris in bewilderment, eyes widened like saucers and lips parted.
you watch chris turn the faucet off, wiping his wet hands on his jean clad thighs before turning to face you, âsooo, no?â
âi-i canât answer thatââ
âwhy not?â
he canât be serious.
you scoff at him, your eyes straining a bit as you try not to stare at the obvious bulge poking from chrisâ jeans. he leaned against the sink counter with his arms crossed over each other, looking at you with his eyes darkened with lust.
âplease donât make me say it.â you canât even muster yourself up to care as you beg chris. youâre just hoping all this was just one of those wet dreams youâve been having of him lately.
chris knows you wonât say it, so he takes the cake for you, âwhat eve doesnât know wonât hurt her.â
you feel more lightheaded each step chris takes toward you, the potent smell of his cologne invading your senses. heâs even more prettier close upâyour headâs so fuzzy, âi-i canât do that to her, chris.â you whisper.
âno?â chrisâ sympathetic pout seems purely fake when his hard stare on you intimidates you, âyou sayinâ you donât want me?â
âchris . . .â you whimper softly.
âcâmon, say it. youâll be my good girl, wonât you?â
you canât believe how a younger man like chris could have so much power over you. his suave voice immediately makes you fold, along with his piercing gaze that leaves you cowering.
two hands wrap around your waist to pin you against the counter, his bulge pressing against your bare thigh.
âi . . i want you.â you managed to spit it out with chris pushing his body impossibly closer to yours, his chest smushing against yours and his breath fanning over your face. he smiles at you, and it almost seems innocent before he leans in and locks his lips with yours.
itâs been so long since youâve kissed someone, let alone been with a man this close to you. so you expect chris to pull away and sneer at your sloppy motions, but instead he sighs in almost relief against your lips.
chrisâ kisses are messy and uncoordinated, but somehow in the best possible way. he sucks on your bottom lip, whining nasally while he lets you explore his mouth. your lips are coated in a glossy sheen with his saliva when he pulls away, panting and staring at you with low eyesâalmost like he was high.
â. . . youâd let me fuck you? hm?â he mumbles as his head lowers down to hide himself in your neck, starting to attack the sensitive skin on your pulse point immediately. that action makes you keen and paw at his shoulder.
âuh huh, please.â you whine desperately, your hand rising up to fist chrisâ soft hair as he grazes his teeth against the bruise that started glooming on your neck, soothing the sting with a kitty lick. you barely recognize yourself; youâve become so needy for your daughterâs boyfriend that you canât even think about any of the consequences. and in some way, it makes the whole situation just seem better.
you donât know how youâve landed in this position, nor how youâve ended up in your bedroom; you, with your face smushed against your pillow and your ass up high, kisses being placed all over your thighs. itâs been ten minutes since chris has had you in this position, soaked panties pooling at your ankles while he teased you everywhere except where you needed him most.
âchris,â you whimpered, lifting your head up to glance over at him from your shoulder, âplease.â you both know what youâre begging for, but chris wants to hear it.
he wrapped his hands around your waist to maneuver you closer to his face and spit directly onto your drooling cunt, smirking as you squeal, âwhat do you want, then? tell me and iâll give it to yaâ.â
it wasnât a lie that chris brought out the slut in you.
âi want your mouth . . and your fingers.â you whined quietly, pouting while you wave your ass around when the throbbing in your clit started getting unbearable.
your brain cancels out whatever comes out of chrisâ mouth next the moment he finally hovers his mouth over your sopping clit, he gently strokes a thumb up and down. opening you up slowly, he creates a single slow lick to make you whimper. it doesnât take him long to succumb his need as he dives in, tongue lulling out to lick a thick stripe from your clit and to your hole. a groan emits from him as the taste of you spreads throughout his tastebuds. itâs like your pussy was a drug. heâs addicted to you from just one taste.
you could feel his stubble scratch along your thighs as he eats you out with vigor, his chin and the tip of his nose slick when he practically stuffs his face in between your thighs.
âoh mâgod!â you squeal against your pillow as chris wraps his plush lips around your puffy nub, sucking on it like a pacifier and humming like you were the best meal heâs ever eaten.
chris finds it so amusing how you responded to his touches. whether itâd be him grazing his hand across yours, or heâd be tongue deep in your pretty pussy. youâre so sensitive and he knows youâre just seconds away from coming undone, but heâs just getting started.
heâs so messy and sloppy with your pussy; letting you coat his face in your essence and groaning lewdly while he shook his head side to side with his tongue flat against your clit. he also lets you shake your ass in his face to grind your weeping cunt the way you subconsciously liked.
âchrisss,â you whined, gasping, ââm gonna cum.â but heâs already one step ahead, hands holding your thighs done and pulling away to spank your ass.
ânah, youâre gonna hold that shit. iâm not done with you.â and when you start huffing and whining, you get another spank, but on your pussy. a high pitched moan slips past your lips at the sting, cheeks heating up as you hear chris chuckle behind you.
when your daughterâs boyfriend puts his mouth back to work on your needy pussy, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you gasp. why was chris so good at eating you out?
the knot in your lower stomach already starts forming when his lips wrap around your nub once again, thighs shaking around chrisâ head as your orgasm quickly approaches.
âoh!âi canât hold it. i-i gotta cum.â you huff nasally. you wrap your arms around your pillow and hug it tightly against your body, the motions on chrisâ tongue gradually getting more calculated. and when he doesnât respond to you, you take it as a sign to let go.
chris let his tongue circle your clit at a relentless pace before then he felt it; he heard you. a cry of his name. you coated his tongue, muscles clutching as your ass practically shook against his face. you were shakingâyour legs couldn't stop twitching. if it weren't for his firm grip on your thighs, you wouldn't have been able to withstand so much.
with a final lick to your sensible core, he drew out a whimper from you. you had to reach out and push his head away when you started getting overstimulated.
itâs been so long since you had a proper orgasm, and you could barely take it. youâre whining under your breath as you try to come up from your high, face shoved into the pillow to avoid chris seeing you so slutted out.
a large hand comes up to cup your butt, squeezing the fat in his palm before letting go to give you a slap. he bites away a smirk when you gasp and look over your shoulder with a glare.
âthink iâll be able to fuck you better than men your age?â you know chris was challenging you, but frustration had been bubbling up inside you ever since his nonstop teasing.
you sneak a small smile at him, âmaybe? iâm not sure.â and when you hear the shuffle of his zipper and his belt unbuckling, you couldnât be too sure that youâd grow to be right.
âyeah, weâll fuckinâ see âbout that.â he mumbles, scoffing out a small laugh as he strokes his leaky cock and huffing under his breath. chris uses his free hand to cup your waist when he thrusts forward to come in contact with your puffy cunt, his pink mushroom tip moving in languid motions over your sore nub. your brows pinch together at the feeling of his heavy dick being hugged in between your folds, so lost in the euphoria that you fail to hear your phone ringing until chris leans away to grab your phone.
âwhaââ
a wicked smile forms on his face as he taps you on your shoulder, bringing the screen splayed out as your daughterâs name up to your face. when you lock your eyes with it, you gasp and hurriedly place your palms flat against the bed, shooting up and attempting to grab your phone from chris before he pulled it back from you.
âdonât answer it!â but itâs too late.
âhello? mom?â
your eyes widen as chris snickers quietly behind you.
âo-oh,â you clear your throat, fighting a small moan that dared to slip out when he starts to create soft, chaste kisses near the inside of your neck. you nearly backed your hips up against him, but you knew if you did, you wouldnât be able to stop, âhiâhi honey.â
âumm,â eve stutters out a laugh, âare you okay?â
your words get caught in your throat when chris reaches down to fist his dick and tap his leaking tip against your drooling pussy, squeezing your eyes shut as you pray that the wet pat pat pat didnât pick up on the other line.
ââcourse i am . . . w-why wouldnât i be?â
âokayyyy, if you say so,â she snickers once again, âbut could you facetime me? i want to show you this top iâd think you likââ
âno!â and when thereâs a long pause, you continue hurriedly, âsorry, baby. i just mean . . i canât right now.â
âuhh, okay. iâll just buy it for you some other time.â
âyeah. thanks, honey. iâll s-see you later, âkay?â you tuck your lip between your teeth as chris uses his dick to play with your needy pussy.
â. . . sure? bye mââ
chris ends the call for you, throwing your phone somewhere across your room with a cocky smile.
he chortles, âjesus, youâre bad at lying. just tell your daughter youâre âbout to get fucked by her boyfriend.â
you glare at him, immensely bringing your brows into a furrow, âno, iâm not gonna say that. are you crazy?â
âmaybe.â
your eyes rolledâyet part of you felt like he wasnât exactly lying. after all, he could probably be insane. perhaps he was. who would even seduce their girlfriendâs mother anyway . . . ?
to be frank, you couldnât really care. all you really cared about was getting pleasuredâriding out orgasm after orgasm with him, and thatâs exactly what you ended up doing for hours on end.
you would find yourself with your ass perked up high in the air, arms folded over each other as chris mercilessly pounds into your sweet pussy, relishing in how you squealed and whined at the pure stretch and length of his cock. youâve always known heâd be big; those grey sweatpants gave him no mercy on him, but to have him deep inside you, he felt so much more bigger.
âlook at you, takinâ my cock like a big girl.â itâs ironic, considering how heâs almost a decade younger than you, but chris really was proud of you. the minute he started sliding the head of his dick near your slick entrance, you were immediately running away and gasping that he wouldnât fit. but with a little work, heâs got you moaning and all fucked out for him.
chris playfully brings a hand to feel near your tummy, his fingers plucking the fabric of your tanktop and sliding it further, further and further until his thumb brushes against your perky nipples. of course you just happened to not have a bra on.
âc-chris,â you moaned, body shaking and bouncing with every hard thrust your daughterâs boyfriend gave you. itâs so suddenâin just seconds, heâs had you with your back flush to his bare chest, his hand around your throat and your palms flat on your bed to fuck you impossibly deeper. you felt your back arch off his back and it didnât take long for him to reach that particular spot. once you felt his tip prod against thereâway past inside the orifices of your cunt, you let off a sweetened whimper.
âfeel good, honey?â chris mocks lowly against your ear, using a hand to cup your bouncing tit and lightly pinch your nipple. he wraps that arm around your torso to keep you steady before his free hand slithers down in between your thighs to catch your clit in his fingers. he rubs soft motion on your sensitive nub and immensely watches your face contort into something pretty and fucked out, âtake this dick like a good girl, baby. câmon, i know you can.â he groans against your ear.
he keeps fucking you like that until your arms give out and you canât hold yourself up anymore, letting you hide your arms under the pillow and lay your chest flat against the bed. chris leans down to watch your sweet cunt swallow up his cock each time he pulls away, a creamy white ring forming on the thick base. he grabs onto the fat of your ass and smiles in awe as he gawks at the way you fuck yourself back onto him eagerly, your ass clapping against his pelvis noisily.
eyes roll into the depths of your cranium so far back that your vision was pure black. squelch after squelchâit was so erotic, the build up of your incoming release yet again.
it was so slow and tense, you felt your thighs ache and tremble the more you were arched all over for chris; the most sluttiest arch heâs seen in a while.
you found yourself whining out his name as if it was a lewd mantra. over and over again. to chris, though, it was purely music to his ears.
âchrisâchris!â you cried out with a squeal, practically a warning before you tense up, hips rapidly twitching as you cum around chrisâ dick. white floods your vision when he fucks himself into slower and deeper, letting you ride out your orgasm until you calm down and grow lax against his hold.
god, this was so wrong.
âfuuuck, youâre gonna make me cum.â chris groans as his eyes roll to the back of his head when your hole tightens around his cock. his release vastly approaches and just within seconds, youâre getting filled up to the hilt. your cunt was practically overflowed with such dumps of his cumâyouâve never felt more filled. he shook a little, a hand gripping your ass as you slowly whined your hips to milk him for what heâs worth.
âatta girl.â chris purrs, that same sly smile pressing against his lips as he leans down to kiss you from over your shoulder. his gaze was so hypnotizing. such pools of blue that looked like it had a story to tell . . .
maybe that story is ready for another day though.
thankfully you didnât get caught.
or did youâyou both left your bedroom, you limping down the stairs with chrisâ help. but what you donât realize is how your daughter is already home, sitting down on the couch and busying herself with a movie.
eve spots you both with a smile, you and chris both scrambling apart with bewilderment sketched across your faces. she snickers at you.
âwhy were you guys upstairs?â
you glance at chris, who somehow had a solemn look on his face, and back at your daughter, âi, uh . . . i was showing him the bathroom.â
âoh . . okay. wellll, i bought you some clothes, iâll go put them up in your room!â and then sheâs getting off the couch, walking up to chris to cup his cheek and place a kiss on his lips. it momentarily brings disgust to you, but you swallow it down when he glances at you.
âyou good?â chris chuckles under his breath.
you smile back at him, â. . yeah.â
you donât know if youâre starting to regret it, or if you want more, but you donât get more time to think it through when your daughter calls your name from upstairs.
âerm. mom? is this shampooâ? whatâs this white stuff on your bed? doesnât look like shampoo.â
the both of you share the same frozen expression, impish smiles fading before chris nudges you to speak after long seconds passes.
âhuh? oh, thatâs, uh, mayonnaise. i forgot to clean up after myself.â
eve giggles, âarenât you allergic to mayonnaise?â
you mentally facepalm, feeling yourself break into a sheepish sweat before you let out a low, âi guess not that brand of mayonnaise.â
âright. riiiight,â your daughter mutters, hearing her footsteps across the floor. it was abrupt, and you felt something fallâadding a followup of her yelling out her boyfriendâs name, âwait a minute . . .â and she glances down near the floor. âarenât these your boxers, chris?â
cw đ 18+, smut, established relationship, vulgar language, not proofread, fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, mdni.
đ sfw.
bf!matt who wore his best looking collared shirt in hopes of impressing your father and spraying his sweetest smelling cologne to swoon your mother.
bf!matt who shakes your fatherâs hand and gives your mom a firm hug when he walks in through the door, warmly smiling at you from over her shoulder.
bf!matt who laughs and makes dad jokes with your father, and helps cook dinner with your mom while he makes conversation.
bf!matt who sets the table for you, grinning sheepishly at you when you teasingly praise him for being so respectful toward your parents.
bf!matt who endlessly compliments your momâs cooking the second you place his plate down for him, his fork scraping against the white porcelain to savor the last bite.
bf!matt who waves your mom off when she tries to wash the dishes, claiming that heâs got it.
bf!matt who receives a tight hug from both your parents before they head off to sleep, offering that heâs welcome to spend the night in your childhood bedroom.
bf!matt whoâs definitely not going to take down that offerânot when your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and you hurriedly suggest that sleeping on the couch would be better.
bf!matt who groans and tugs you flush to his side, his arm wrapping around your waist to lead you up the stairs and teasing you about the baby pictures of you hung up on the hallway.
bf!matt whoâs not surprised to find how hyper feminine your childhood room is; frilly pink and white sheets with a baby pink canopy, a plethora of plushies stacked neatly on the corner of your bed.
bf!matt who tucks you both into your childhood bed after the long night, kissing your forehead and nodding off to sleep.
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bf!matt who almost fucked you stupid before you both left because he saw how you couldnât peel your eyes off his ârespectableâ outfit.
bf!matt who subtly brushes his bulge against your ass as revenge for your teasing when rounding the table to lay out the rest of the plates onto the table, a little smirk growing on his face as you glare at him.
bf!matt who played with your soaked pussy underneath the table all throughout dinner, his fingers strategically circling around your clit while he complimented your motherâs cooking. and when you came with his fingers buried deep inside you, he nonchalantly lifted his hand from beneath your skirt to place said fingers in his mouth, a cocky smile on his face while he told your mom what great work she did. that could only have as many reasons . . .
bf!matt who washes the dishes to ignore how youâve been pouting at him all day, feeling your arms wrap around your waist to hoist yourself on your toes to whisper how wet youâve been for him all night, how much you needed him inside you.
bf!matt who uses whatever he can to stall, making conversation with your parents before they go off to sleepâeven teasing you about the baby photos on the wall while his hand disappears under your skirt, his fingers digging into the fat of your butt and making you whimper softly.
bf!matt who lays you down on your pink bed, kissing you deeply while he grinds his bulge against your clad cunt.
bf!matt who looks so out of place in your girly room, all dark colors with engraved rings and a tattoo sleeve.
bf!matt who pulls an orgasm out of you just from licking your sensitive clit through your sodden panties, a hand raised up to clasp over your mouth when you got too loud.
bf!matt who peels your panties off you, the drenched cotton being thrown somewhere around the room before he stuffs his face in between your thighs again.
bf!matt who grabs a tan teddy bear from the bunch, cooing at you to bite down onto it while he fucked your pretty pussy.
bf!matt who tries his best not to immediately dump his load into you when he looks down at you, all fucked out while you look at him with stars in your eyes, brows furrowed and meek squeals coming out your muffled mouth as you hug the bear for dear life.
bf!matt who rubs your sore nub with his thumb while you squirt all over his nice shirt and your bed, flipping you over until you were set in a deep arch before plowing into you deeper.
bf!matt who thinks you looked so innocent as you glance over your shoulder at him, teeth bared into the ear of your childhood teddy bear while you cream all over his cock.
bf!matt who cums deep insjde your soaked cunt, grabbing the teddy away from your grip to let your breathing regulate and come down from your high.
bf!matt who tucks you both into bed and kisses your forehead, wearing a proud smirk as he sees you immediately knock out with a satisfied look on your face as his cum drips out of your hole and staining your underwear.
notes: so basically the day i deleted all my shit was the day i got my period and ran out of my stash . . . so sorry yâall those old fics will be missed
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