ʚĭɞ kaleigh. 19. she/her. multifandom reader/writer. pinterest addict. conan gray. dr pepper. all things green. that one girl with everything in her purse. ʚĭɞ
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cw: ima be real this is just 725 words about matt the munch. uhhh overstim? reader pushes matt away once but she doesn’t actually want him to stop. chris walks in at one point, but he doesn’t see anything and just walks right back out lol. lemme know if i missed anything!
lowercase intentional, this isn’t proof read!
“don’t you ever get bored of this? i mean seriously honey my legs are aching, i dunno how your jaw isn’t.”
it’s a typical tuesday afternoon for you and matt, and by that i mean he has been between your legs for the past hour and a half, eating you out like his life depends on it.
matt shakes his head at your question, only popping his head up long enough to say, “never,” before he’s right back at it. his lips close around your clit, sucking on it harshly. you moan, head falling back against the pillow as your hand reaches down to tug on his hair.
your hips shift slightly as you spread your legs wider, scooting further down on the bed and making yourself comfortable. you’re gonna be here a while.
matt had been giving you looks all night, cutting his eyes at you from across the table at the restaurant, huffing when you give nick your attention instead of him. but you weren’t sure what the cause was for his attitude, considering the very soft after-nap-sex you two had before coming here. he should’ve been satisfied enough to hold him off till after supper.
but when you stood up to walk to the restroom, he hopped up too, right on your tail the whole way there. once the door closed you didn’t even get to question matt before he was turning you around, bending you over the sink counter.
“matt!”
the brunette simply hummed in response, getting on his knees behind you and yanking your panties down, lifting your skirt and immediately diving in. you moaned, your head falling forward and almost bumping the mirror in front of you.
you grunted, “baby, someone could walk in. stop it.” your hand reached back till you felt the top of matt’s head, pushing him away with such little force, you knew he wasn’t buying it. the man just scoffed in response, his hands tightening around your hips.
before you knew it you were gasping, thighs shaking around matt’s head as your orgasm washed over you. matt continued licking at you, until you pushed his head again, putting some strength behind it this time. he whined but pulled away, tucking your panties into his pocket as he pulled your skirt back down.
matt turned you around, wiping his face clean before leaning in to kiss you. “sorry,” he mumbles, “coulda asked, i know. just needed it.” you simply hummed in response, knowing you’d never deny him.
honestly, it was a wonder matt got anything done lately. like right now, you were in bed with your laptop resting on your belly, typing out a report. whereas matt was underneath the blanket, head tucked between your thighs again. he wasn’t as overeager about it this time, instead he was giving slow soft licks to your cunt. every once in a while he’d suck on your soft bud, pressing a gentle kiss to your folds before licking through them again.
you felt matt’s head rest against your thigh, his arms coming up to wrap around your waist, as he stopped his licking. instead his focus was on your clit, slowly sucking on the button as if it were a pacifier. you hummed, opening your mouth as if to speak, when the bedroom door suddenly opened.
“oh, hey,” chris spoke, peaking his head in, “where’s matt?”
you hesitated, knowing any lie you tried to come up with wouldn’t pass by his nosy little brother. “uhm,” you mumbled, “under the blanket?”
chris’ brows furrowed, his head tilting like a puppy, before his eyes drifted downward catching the outline of matt’s figure beneath the blanket. chris groaned, his hands flying up and dragging down his face.
“you two are so obnoxious i swear, tell matt that foods here whenever he’s done.”
your face was bright red as you nodded, telling chris that you’d let him know. when the door clicked shut your head fell back against the bed frame, embarrassment washing over you. “seriously matt,” you grunted, lifting the blanket up to fuss at the man who’d remained silent during the whole ordeal.
only to find that matt had fallen asleep, head tucked against your thigh, arms wrapped around your waist, his mouth still nursing your clit. you sighed, mumbling to yourself as you pulled the blanket back over him.
“gonna have to buy you a fucking pacifier.”
this is dedicated to @bendmeoverchris and @favblond1e19 who asked for it underneath a little thought i posted a while back!
cw: ima be real this is just 725 words about matt the munch. uhhh overstim? reader pushes matt away once but she doesn’t actually want him to stop. chris walks in at one point, but he doesn’t see anything and just walks right back out lol. lemme know if i missed anything!
lowercase intentional, this isn’t proof read!
“don’t you ever get bored of this? i mean seriously honey my legs are aching, i dunno how your jaw isn’t.”
it’s a typical tuesday afternoon for you and matt, and by that i mean he has been between your legs for the past hour and a half, eating you out like his life depends on it.
matt shakes his head at your question, only popping his head up long enough to say, “never,” before he’s right back at it. his lips close around your clit, sucking on it harshly. you moan, head falling back against the pillow as your hand reaches down to tug on his hair.
your hips shift slightly as you spread your legs wider, scooting further down on the bed and making yourself comfortable. you’re gonna be here a while.
matt had been giving you looks all night, cutting his eyes at you from across the table at the restaurant, huffing when you give nick your attention instead of him. but you weren’t sure what the cause was for his attitude, considering the very soft after-nap-sex you two had before coming here. he should’ve been satisfied enough to hold him off till after supper.
but when you stood up to walk to the restroom, he hopped up too, right on your tail the whole way there. once the door closed you didn’t even get to question matt before he was turning you around, bending you over the sink counter.
“matt!”
the brunette simply hummed in response, getting on his knees behind you and yanking your panties down, lifting your skirt and immediately diving in. you moaned, your head falling forward and almost bumping the mirror in front of you.
you grunted, “baby, someone could walk in. stop it.” your hand reached back till you felt the top of matt’s head, pushing him away with such little force, you knew he wasn’t buying it. the man just scoffed in response, his hands tightening around your hips.
before you knew it you were gasping, thighs shaking around matt’s head as your orgasm washed over you. matt continued licking at you, until you pushed his head again, putting some strength behind it this time. he whined but pulled away, tucking your panties into his pocket as he pulled your skirt back down.
matt turned you around, wiping his face clean before leaning in to kiss you. “sorry,” he mumbles, “coulda asked, i know. just needed it.” you simply hummed in response, knowing you’d never deny him.
honestly, it was a wonder matt got anything done lately. like right now, you were in bed with your laptop resting on your belly, typing out a report. whereas matt was underneath the blanket, head tucked between your thighs again. he wasn’t as overeager about it this time, instead he was giving slow soft licks to your cunt. every once in a while he’d suck on your soft bud, pressing a gentle kiss to your folds before licking through them again.
you felt matt’s head rest against your thigh, his arms coming up to wrap around your waist, as he stopped his licking. instead his focus was on your clit, slowly sucking on the button as if it were a pacifier. you hummed, opening your mouth as if to speak, when the bedroom door suddenly opened.
“oh, hey,” chris spoke, peaking his head in, “where’s matt?”
you hesitated, knowing any lie you tried to come up with wouldn’t pass by his nosy little brother. “uhm,” you mumbled, “under the blanket?”
chris’ brows furrowed, his head tilting like a puppy, before his eyes drifted downward catching the outline of matt’s figure beneath the blanket. chris groaned, his hands flying up and dragging down his face.
“you two are so obnoxious i swear, tell matt that foods here whenever he’s done.”
your face was bright red as you nodded, telling chris that you’d let him know. when the door clicked shut your head fell back against the bed frame, embarrassment washing over you. “seriously matt,” you grunted, lifting the blanket up to fuss at the man who’d remained silent during the whole ordeal.
only to find that matt had fallen asleep, head tucked against your thigh, arms wrapped around your waist, his mouth still nursing your clit. you sighed, mumbling to yourself as you pulled the blanket back over him.
“gonna have to buy you a fucking pacifier.”
this is dedicated to @bendmeoverchris and @favblond1e19 who asked for it underneath a little thought i posted a while back!
cw: pegging!!! don’t like don’t read, kinda mean reader?, chris calls reader mama + mommy one time, he sucks readers tits at the end, edging, uhhhh i think that’s all
lowercase is intentional, this isn’t proof read!
“ngh, fuck,” chris grunted, his hands scrambling to grab onto the headboard, “ ‘s so much, ah, please, mama.”
you just hummed in response, reaching forward and grabbing his hips to pull him back into your thrusts. “what’s a matter, baby, can’t take it?” you taunted him, speeding up your already fast pace, pressing the strap even further inside.
“n-no,” chris cried out, his hands gripping the headboard so tight his knuckles were turning white, “i can’t take it, it’s so big. y’u’re so big m’ma.” he slurred his words, eyes rolling back in his head as his orgasm drew nearer.
“hm,” you cooed, “gonna cum, sweet boy? you’re so close, huh?” one of your hands left its place on chris’ hip, moving upwards and grabbing the hair at the back of his head, snatching it so he’d be forced to look at you. “answer me.”
“uhhuh,” he moaned, tongue lolling out for a second, “ ‘m so close, gonna cum.”
you hummed, tilting your head as if thinking, before suddenly you stopped, hips firm against his ass, strap pressed as far as it could.
“no!” the boy yelped, his hands scrambling back to try and grab your hips, “please! lemme cum, mama, i’ve been good. been such a good boy, i have! please mommy i can’t.”
you watched silently as chris started to shake, sobs pouring from his lips as he begged to cum. you took pity on the poor boy, your hand letting go of his hair to grab his, squeezing it gently.
“shh, baby, it’s okay,” you cooed, “you can cum.” your hips sped up quickly, the hand on his hip squeezing tight enough to bruise. chris cried out immediately, his head burying into the pillow in and attempt to muffle his loud whines. you could vaguely hear the sound of his voice mumbling thank yous.
you watched as chris’ release took over his whole body, his hand squeezing yours, his thighs trembling, his jaw clenched as his teeth bit the pillow. finally, he relaxed, body seeping into the covers beneath him, and slowly, you slipped away.
“fuck,” chris huffed, barely audible with his mouth full, “th’nk you broke me.” you laughed as your hand carded through his hair, keeping him supported against your chest. “you did so good, honey,” you praised.
chris didn’t give a verbal response, but the consistent sucking against your tit started to slow to a stop, and you knew he’d fallen asleep. humming, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, pulling the blanket up over the both of you, “goodnight, chris.”
if you didn’t already know this title is based off break ya back , lemme know what you think!!!
cw: pegging!!! don’t like don’t read, kinda mean reader?, chris calls reader mama + mommy one time, he sucks readers tits at the end, edging, uhhhh i think that’s all
lowercase is intentional, this isn’t proof read!
“ngh, fuck,” chris grunted, his hands scrambling to grab onto the headboard, “ ‘s so much, ah, please, mama.”
you just hummed in response, reaching forward and grabbing his hips to pull him back into your thrusts. “what’s a matter, baby, can’t take it?” you taunted him, speeding up your already fast pace, pressing the strap even further inside.
“n-no,” chris cried out, his hands gripping the headboard so tight his knuckles were turning white, “i can’t take it, it’s so big. y’u’re so big m’ma.” he slurred his words, eyes rolling back in his head as his orgasm drew nearer.
“hm,” you cooed, “gonna cum, sweet boy? you’re so close, huh?” one of your hands left its place on chris’ hip, moving upwards and grabbing the hair at the back of his head, snatching it so he’d be forced to look at you. “answer me.”
“uhhuh,” he moaned, tongue lolling out for a second, “ ‘m so close, gonna cum.”
you hummed, tilting your head as if thinking, before suddenly you stopped, hips firm against his ass, strap pressed as far as it could.
“no!” the boy yelped, his hands scrambling back to try and grab your hips, “please! lemme cum, mama, i’ve been good. been such a good boy, i have! please mommy i can’t.”
you watched silently as chris started to shake, sobs pouring from his lips as he begged to cum. you took pity on the poor boy, your hand letting go of his hair to grab his, squeezing it gently.
“shh, baby, it’s okay,” you cooed, “you can cum.” your hips sped up quickly, the hand on his hip squeezing tight enough to bruise. chris cried out immediately, his head burying into the pillow in and attempt to muffle his loud whines. you could vaguely hear the sound of his voice mumbling thank yous.
you watched as chris’ release took over his whole body, his hand squeezing yours, his thighs trembling, his jaw clenched as his teeth bit the pillow. finally, he relaxed, body seeping into the covers beneath him, and slowly, you slipped away.
“fuck,” chris huffed, barely audible with his mouth full, “th’nk you broke me.” you laughed as your hand carded through his hair, keeping him supported against your chest. “you did so good, honey,” you praised.
chris didn’t give a verbal response, but the consistent sucking against your tit started to slow to a stop, and you knew he’d fallen asleep. humming, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, pulling the blanket up over the both of you, “goodnight, chris.”
if you didn’t already know this title is based off break ya back , lemme know what you think!!!
spencer ‘germaphobe’ reid is obsessed with messy sex with fem!reader, spit and sweat and cum absolutely everywhere
18+ (smut!)
wc: 1,525
⋆ he first discovers how much he likes cumming on her by accident, she’s in his lap and grinding on him, and they’re both naked, and he’s so pleasantly overwhelmed at the sight of her like this:
her lips and nipples are red and swollen and glistening with his spit.
she has wet hickies littered all over her neck and chest.
they both have a thin layer of sweat on their bodies.
he is so so insanely turned on.
so when he sees her lick her palm, and she wraps her hand around him to guide him inside of her, he accidentally cums immediately.
some of it splashes up to her stomach, dripping down her pelvis and through her pubes, some even reaches all the way up to the underside of her breasts.
the rest of it coats her hand.
he’s so obsessed with the sight that he can’t even think to apologize for cumming too soon and getting her all messy.
“fuck, baby, look at you.”
and when she starts licking his cum off her hand, he’s already getting hard again.
this sparks a fascination with seeing his cum on various parts of her body.
⋆ he’s fucking her in missionary, and he begs her to let him pull out and cum all over her breasts.
he’s been sucking and licking on them as he fucked her. they’re all shiny with his spit.
“please, let me cum on them, baby. please, can i?” he says to her between kisses.
she whines and nods, his thick cock stretching her and leaking hot beads inside of her has her awestruck.
he watches as it flows around the swell of her tits, and he slowly licks the warm and sticky mess off until she’s clean, thanking her profusely and telling her how hot she is.
“you look so beautiful and so divine like this, baby.”
⋆ when she’s on her knees for him, his dick and her lips a deep red and glistening with her saliva, he gets an idea:
he warns her that he’s about to cum and she maintains her pace, knowing that he loves watching her swallow all of him.
he gently pulls her head off of him, “wanna cum on your beautiful face, baby. can i?”
she just nods, breathless from just having him down her throat.
he starts jerking himself off and she swats his hand away to take over.
he doesn’t last long at the vision of her kneeled in front of him, her fingers and hand looking so small around his thick cock, eyes wide and shiny, expectantly waiting for him to cum all over her.
he’s entranced with each spurt of his cum that paints her face, dripping from her eyelashes, down her cheeks, some on her nose and forehead, some mixing with the spit on and around her mouth, some even reaches up into her hair.
she’s completely covered in his cum.
she even opens her mouth for him as he’s cumming, tongue slightly protruding out, so he gets to watch as it lands on her lips and tongue, as well.
“oh fuck… such a good girl.”
he still gets to watch her swallow some of him and he’s completely enthralled, groaning at the sight of her.
⋆ and when he has her on her hands and knees for him, a thin layer of sweat on her back from pushing backwards into his thrusts:
her head is turned sideways and he can see the proof of their messy kisses on her mouth, lips shining and red and slightly bruised from his teeth catching on them.
her loves this position so he can watch her ass jiggle against his hips with every thrust.
he asks if he can cum on her asscheeks (still so respectful even after drenching her over and over again with his cum).
she says yes, knowing and loving how much he loves it at this point.
he thinks about marriage as he watches his spend spurt all over her gorgeous ass and lower back, wanting to get to do this with her for the rest of his life.
his absolute favorite is watching his cum drip out of her pretty little hole, though.
seeing it mix with her juices and his saliva that’s either there from eating her out or spitting on her in the middle of fucking her.
he’ll get between her legs to spread her pussy lips with his thumbs to get the best view of it flowing out of her.
he can’t stop himself from leaning in to lick her clean once it’s all dripped out.
⋆ he knows it’s respectful to ask her where she wants him to cum, so he does.
and when she responds with, “wherever you want,” his brain short-circuits; he loves her so much.
he’s learned to let himself start cumming inside of her so he can watch it flow out of her, then he pulls out mid-orgasm and paints the rest on any body part he wants.
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⋆ she tells him that some people like spitting into their partners' mouths off-handedly, thinking he might find it completely disgusting and maybe even laugh at the concept:
until he’s fidgeting in his seat and pulling at the crotch of his pants at the idea.
the next time they’re fucking, he holds her chin with a thumb on her bottom lip.
“open up, baby.”
she does, and he slowly lets a long string of spit fall onto her tongue, and the sight of it has his thrusts faltering.
he then experiments (he’s forever a man of science, after all) with watching his spit drip onto her collarbones, her breasts, her stomach, and, of course, her pretty pussy.
⋆ he encourages her to do it to him when she’s sucking his cock, he’s lying on his back, and she’s between his legs.
he’s entranced by the look of her spit slooowly stretching down to his tip.
⋆ he asks her to spit in his mouth when she’s on top, swallowing it with a smile on his face.
⋆ when he’s lying on top of her, and they’ve been messily making out, and he reaches between her legs to caress her clit and finger her:
she’s absolutely dripping for him, so what he does next is completely unnecessary, but he just can’t help himself.
he pulls his hand up to her mouth and asks her, “can you get ‘em nice and wet for me, baby?”
he watches in awe as she sucks them between her lips, cheeks hollowed.
the feeling of her warm tongue and mouth around his fingers has him grinding against her hip.
when he pulls them out to get back to pleasing her, he can barely handle the way they look: glistening and shining with her saliva.
a string of spit connects his fingers to her lips, and he’s so painfully hard.
⋆ she’s not sure if it’s pushing it when she’s riding him and she puts her fingers on his lips, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t object.
he takes three of her fingers into his mouth with absolutely no hesitation, sucking and licking all over and in between them until they’re completely dripping with his spit.
she reaches down to rub at her clit, and he can still see her fingers shining as she does, making him cum deep inside of her with a groan.
⋆ when she’s sucking him off and a string of saliva connects her lips to his flushed tip, he has to focus on not cumming on the spot.
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⋆ the first time she cries during sex, he is sooo conflicted:
he immediately stops his thrusts because he’s worried about her first and foremost.
but, he can’t stop the twitching of his dick inside of her.
“shit, are you okay, baby?”
“yeah, spence,” she nods, “feels too good.”
“oh, fuuuck.” he groans as he continues his deep penetrations.
he kisses her cheeks where her tears fall, and licks his lips between each one.
⋆ when she gets teary-eyed while sucking his cock, he can’t stop himself from pushing his hips forward to send himself deeper down her throat.
when he finishes by cumming all over her face, he’s enthralled by the look of it mixing with her tears.
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⋆ when she’s all sweaty, he loooves licking it off of her:
in the summer months it acts as a part of foreplay.
he loves it most when she’s all sweaty after fucking him, though, and the way he licks it off of her after is so so sensual.
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⋆ oh and he’s so obsessed with pulling her panties off of her and she’s so obscenely wet that they stick to her folds on the way down.
and when he can see her creamy discharge on them.
he has definitely brought them up to his lips to taste her there, and will suck on her panties until she’s whining and rubbing her thighs together, so so desperate for him.
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⋆ god help him the first time he makes her squirt, he almost cums completely untouched at the sight.
and don’t even get me started on how he feels about period sex and food play
