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matt would bully words into your brain about your cunt if he got you pregnant. his rambles of cockiness as his own cock decides to slide in and out of you at a rapid—would be overstimulating for you to even respond.
“yeaahhh everyone will know you took my dick hm?”
matt grabs the back of your knees and pushes the upward even more, as his dick hits an even deeper angle. he would watch as your belly started to create a bulge from how deep his is inside of you.
“aaawww—shit. poor y/n. everyone will know i put a baby in you. fucked you real good huh?”
“y’gonna have to watch the faces of friends, my brothers and parents when they realize i got into their favorite innocent girls pussy. that i fucked—shit!, m’gonna fuck a kid into you now.”
before matt completely bears his teeth at you almost as if he’s about to attack. but he starts to go even faster if possible—putting you into a mating press that makes you light headed while tears cloud your eyes.
when he finally cums….its a lot and shoots deep inside of you because his dick is on the long side and he’s already near your cervix. matt would let out breaths and slight whimpers—rubbing circles while still cumming into your pussy. before finally pulling out with a wet slshop pop sound.
got this idea from a gojo fic🫣😭
ur sexy
ur sexier
sometimes i catch myself having a full conversation OUT LOUD with myself and then i wanna die out of embarrassment cause what is wrong with me
#meaf
i hate when people don’t realize they have something good till they lose it
new theme got me feeling like this. i luvvv it
and everything about you got me feeling like this
Absolutely LOVEE the new theme!!
ugh omg stop i LOVEEE you so much
i love your theme extra much bby
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋENEMY!CHRIS FINDS OUT HIM MOANING TURNS YOU ON AND ACTS ON IT… ࿐ྂ
↳ more enemy!chris x enemy!reader here ༉‧₊
“oh fuck…”
you pant out as you feel chris’s big shaft pound in and out of your heat in a steady rhythm. he smirks, hovering above you with his strong hand planted on either side of your face.
“mm such a needy girl around my cock…”
he murmurs in that teasing tone you’ve heard dozen of times. you can’t help but whimper and let your hand slide to his shoulders, grounding yourself as he fucks you into the mattress.
his movements are steady yet deep, his tip reaching spots inside you that you didn’t even know you had, ones that make your legs tremble and eyes roll back.
“so fuckin’ tight.. mm f-fuck…”
he moans, which is a rare thing.
chris doesn’t moan, he never whimpers and he barely even makes sounds except for low grunts and filthy sentences to turn you on.
but this? this sound is even better.
he groans when he feels your pussy clench around his dick, your slick walls sucking him in. an unreadable glint spreads across his face, the kind that screams ‘i’m up to something’
but you can focus on that, since his dick is pounding harder and harder, making you grip his shoulders tighter.
a few days later you’re on the couch in the sturniolo living room, mindlessly scrolling on your phone. nick invited you for a movie marathon, which you instantly said yes to. only when you arrived he came to the conclusion that all the snacks in the messy cabinets were either ‘gross’ or ‘not for human consumption’, so he rushed out the door to go to the store.
and now you’re left on the couch, alone. atleast that’s what you thought, because afterwards few minutes of feeding your brain with useless social media posts, you hear the chairs creak.
you look up, face already automatically turning into a scowl.
chris.
his hair is messy, like he either just woke up or ran out of hats to wear, so it just looks like a mess.
you prefer him without a hat either way.
you raise your brows slowly at him, both surprised and annoyed.
you’re even more confused when he begins to slowly walk up to you, no words, no cussing you out, just a silent walk to the couch.
he plops down lazily, a bit too close for your liking, or not, and glances at your face.
you sigh, annoyed and just focus back on your phone.
but the you feel him shift beside you, and your body stiffens when his breath grazes your ear.
“you look so..” a deep sigh. “..good right now..”
he whispers, his voice more vulnerable than normally. you glance up, confused when you meet his gaze.
there’s a small smirk tugging on the corners of his lips before he leans in again.
“like.. so fucking good..”
he moans, directly into your ear. your breath catches. that voice. it’s the same he used a few days ago, but that was probably on accident, this, this is on purpose.
he lets out a shaky breath, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
“i need you..”
he whimpers, voice whiny in a way you’ve never heard before. what the fuck?
despite how confused you are, you can feel heat building up in your lower stomach and you swallow hard, trying to swallow the feeling away.
he shifts closer, his thigh pressing against yours. he breath is uneven and heavy.
“please… let me take care of you…” he practically moans.
okay so that’s new.
you glance at him again, his blue eyes sparkling with need and something else, something typical him.
it doesn’t take long before you climb on his lap, both your pants shoved down barely, just enough so that he can be inside of you.
you lazily rock your hips, you don’t even bother lifting them, your eyes purely focused on the sigh of him.
his head is thrown back against the couch cushions, his chest heaving up and down heavily as soft moans leave his lips.
you gasp when you feel his cock twitch inside of you, and you can’t help but bite your lip.
his head lolls to the side, eyes barely open as he exposes his neck to you.
“cmon.. kiss me.. here..”
he pants, and even though he seems like the more submissive one right now—which is insane, chris is never submissive—you obey instantly, lips attaching at his neck as you both move your hips together.
“mm a-ah yeah..”
he whimpers, his hands gripping your hips a bit tighter and you can’t help but moan softly in response, the sound muffled by the skin of his neck.
“oh baby.. f-fuck..”
he moans again, the tone of his voice the same as all the whimpering male audios you listen to on the infamous orange black website.
youd never admit that to him, anyone even.
he whimpers when your walls clench around him, his hips snapping up. you can feel his cock, so deep, so good.
“fuck..” you pant out, watching his brows knit together in a frown.
his hands slide up to your lower back, pulling you closer to slightly change the angle.
you gasp, arching into him as your hips move in a sloppy rhythm above him.
he groans, which quickly turns into a moan.
“yes.. yes right there… oh s-shit…”
your hips stutter, so do his. his cock twitches inside of you once again before he lets out a loud moan, his cum spilling inside of you without warning.
you gasp, hands trembling before you follow, your orgasm clashing just as hard as his.
it takes a moment for you to catch your breath, then you feel his hands, that rested on your lower back slide up, before giving you a few pats.
huh?
before you can recon what’s happening he pulls you off his lap, his dick sliding out.
you glance at him with furrowed brows. he easily tucks his soft cock back in his jeans, zipping them up and buckling his belt again.
he glances at you, and you can finally make out his expression, that filthy terribly handsome smirk is back on his face, and then you realize that it never even left.
he sighs and stands up.
“that was fun, finding out you like men moaning.”
he reaches out and ruffles your hair, like your a kid who just got told they lost a game and him comforting you.
he pulls back, stretching himself before smirking at you again.
“chris—“
you begin, but he cuts you off, although his voice makes it seem like he didn’t even hear you at all.
“have fun with watching movies with nick. see ya.”
and with that he leaves the living room, leaving you on the couch, confused, wrecked and even a bit mad.
what the actual fuck.
a/n he’s back guys!! me and enemy!chris missed yall so much. based off this request
brains
in which . . . your boyfriends a lame so chris is ‘bout to fuck ya brains out.
warnings- cheating. (don’t cheat guys). cocky!chris. size kink.
word count- 1370.
The bass thrummed through the floorboards, vibrating up through your soles. Red solo cups littered every surface. Laughter and shouted conversations tangled into one loud, pulsing noise.
You were pressed against the arm of the couch, Matt's arm looped loosely around your waist. He was telling you about some new update to his favorite game, his voice warm and familiar. His thumb traced absent patterns on your hip. Sweet. Comfortable.
You loved him. You did.
But sometimes comfort felt a lot like boredom.
Your gaze drifted across the room, scanning past familiar faces, until it snagged on Chris. He was slouched against the kitchen doorway, beer bottle dangling lazily from his fingers. His eyes weren't on the party. They were on you. Dark. Focused. Unreadable.
Matt kept talking. Chris kept staring.
Then Chris tipped his bottle toward the hallway. A small, deliberate motion. The bathroom.
Your stomach flipped.
You should've ignored it. You should've turned back to Matt, kissed his cheek, and pretended you hadn't seen.
But Chris was already pushing off the doorframe and disappearing down the hall. And your feet were moving before your brain caught up.
The bathroom was small. Cramped. The flickering light above the mirror buzzed softly.
Chris was leaning against the counter when you slipped inside and clicked the lock. He didn't say anything at first. Just watched you with that lazy, knowing smirk.
"Your boyfriend's a lame," he said finally, voice low. "Standing out there talking about nothing while you're in here with me."
"He's not—"
"Yeah, he is." Chris pushed off the counter, crossing the space in two steps. His body crowded yours against the door, one hand bracing beside your head. "That's why you followed me."
His free hand slid down your stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of your skirt. He didn't ask. He just pushed the fabric up, bunching it around your hips.
"Bet he doesn't even know what you like," Chris murmured, dropping to his knees in front of you. "Bet he's never even made you cum."
Your breath caught as his fingers found the damp spot on your panties. He dragged one finger through the fabric, slow, deliberate.
"This all for me?" He looked up at you through his lashes, that smug smirk playing on his lips. "Soaked through your panties and I haven't even touched you yet."
"Chris—"
"Answer me." His finger pressed harder, circling your clit through the thin material. "This all for me? Or does Matt get you this wet too?"
"Just—just you," you breathed.
"Didn't think so."
He hooked his fingers in your panties and dragged them down your legs. He didn't bother taking them all the way off—just let them hang around your ankles, trapping you there.
"Spread your legs."
You obeyed, widening your stance as much as the fabric allowed.
Chris's fingers found your folds, parting them slowly. He dragged two fingers through your slickness, gathering it, then held them up where you could see.
"Look at that," he said, almost awed. "Fucking dripping for me. Your boyfriend's right outside and you're this wet for his brother."
His fingers went back to your cunt, pushing inside without warning. Two of them, thick and long, stretching you.
"Feel that?" He curled them, finding that spot inside you that made your knees buckle. "Feel how deep my fingers are? Imagine what my cock's gonna feel like."
You whimpered, head falling back against the door.
He worked his fingers in and out, slow and deep, his thumb pressing against your clit. Your hips started moving, chasing the rhythm.
"Look at you," he said, almost disappointed. "That desperate already? Pathetic."
His fingers slid out and he stood, towering over you. He unbuckled his belt, let his jeans fall just enough. His cock sprung free, thick and heavy, the head already glistening.
You swallowed hard.
"See something you want?" He wrapped his hand around himself, stroking lazily, showing off. "You ever seen anything this big before?"
You shook your head, eyes fixed on him.
"Didn't think so." He stepped closer, pressing the head against your entrance. Not pushing in. Just letting you feel the size of it, the stretch that was coming. "Matt got a dick like this?"
"No."
"Didn't think so." He dragged the head through your folds, coating himself in your wetness. "He couldn't fill you up like I can. Couldn't fuck you stupid."
He pushed in. Just the tip. You gasped, hands flying to his shoulders.
"Too much?" He didn't sound concerned. He sounded amused. "That's just the tip, baby. And you're already struggling."
He pushed deeper, inch by inch, letting you feel every bit of him. Your walls stretched around him, burning and full.
"Fuck—Chris—"
"Shh." He pressed his palm over your mouth. "You wanna get caught? Want Matt to walk in and see his girlfriend stuffed full of my cock?"
You shook your head frantically.
"Then shut up."
He bottomed out, his hips flush against yours. You felt impossibly full, stretched to your limit, his cock reaching places inside you that you didn't know existed.
"Look at that," he breathed, glancing down at where you were joined. "Taking all of me. Even though I'm too big for you."
He pulled out slow, then slammed back in. Your whole body jolted.
"This what you needed?" He set a brutal pace, each thrust pushing you up against the door. "Your boyfriend can't fuck you like this. He's too soft. Too sweet. Bet he's gentle with you."
He drove into you harder, knocking the air from your lungs.
Your eyes were rolling back. You couldn't form words anymore, just wet, broken sounds against his palm.
"Fuck, you're useless now, aren't you?" He laughed, breathless and mean. "Look at you. Pretty little thing, can't even speak."
His free hand found your chin, forcing you to look down at where you were connected. You could see him moving in and out of you, see how stretched you were around him.
"See that?" His thumb traced where you were joined, feeling the stretch. "You're taking every inch. Like the slut you are"
He groaned at the feeling of you clenching around him. "Somebody likes being called names," he observed, smirking. "Gonna cum for me? Gonna soak my cock while your boyfriend's in the hall?" he cooed softly.
You nodded frantically against his hand.
"Let go f’me baby.."
His thumb found your clit, pressing hard, circling fast. His hips never stopped, each thrust hitting that spot deep inside you.
You shattered. Your whole body seized, clamping down on him, a muffled scream swallowed by his hand. Your vision went white, your knees giving out.
Chris caught you, holding you up, and kept fucking you through it. "That's it. Good girl. Take it. Take all of it."
His rhythm stuttered, his hips slamming into you one last time as he buried himself deep. You felt him pulse inside you, hot and thick, filling you up.
He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, his forehead against yours.
Then he pulled out slow, watching his cum drip out of you.
"Look at that," he murmured, almost to himself. "Making a mess."
He tucked himself away, smoothed down his shirt. You were still slumped against the door, legs shaking, panties around your ankles.
Chris grabbed a towel from the rack and tossed it at you. "Clean yourself up. You're leaking."
Your hands were trembling so badly you could barely manage it.
He watched you with that smug smirk, arms crossed. "Don't forget—I'm the better brother. And now you know why."
He unlocked the door, slipping out into the hallway like nothing happened.
You fixed your skirt. Splashed water on your face. Took three deep breaths.
When you walked back into the living room, Matt was in the same spot, scrolling on his phone.
"Hey," he said, smiling. "Feeling okay?"
"Yeah." You sat beside him, legs pressed together. "Just needed some air."
He kissed your forehead.
Across the room, Chris caught your eye. He mouthed something—stupid—and raised his beer in a toast.
You looked away first.
Your thighs were still wet. You were still full of him.
And you knew your boyfriend was a lame. And Chris had definitely fucked your brains out.
a/n- how did we like?
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brains
in which . . . your boyfriends a lame so chris is ‘bout to fuck ya brains out.
warnings- cheating. (don’t cheat guys). cocky!chris. size kink.
word count- 1370.
The bass thrummed through the floorboards, vibrating up through your soles. Red solo cups littered every surface. Laughter and shouted conversations tangled into one loud, pulsing noise.
You were pressed against the arm of the couch, Matt's arm looped loosely around your waist. He was telling you about some new update to his favorite game, his voice warm and familiar. His thumb traced absent patterns on your hip. Sweet. Comfortable.
You loved him. You did.
But sometimes comfort felt a lot like boredom.
Your gaze drifted across the room, scanning past familiar faces, until it snagged on Chris. He was slouched against the kitchen doorway, beer bottle dangling lazily from his fingers. His eyes weren't on the party. They were on you. Dark. Focused. Unreadable.
Matt kept talking. Chris kept staring.
Then Chris tipped his bottle toward the hallway. A small, deliberate motion. The bathroom.
Your stomach flipped.
You should've ignored it. You should've turned back to Matt, kissed his cheek, and pretended you hadn't seen.
But Chris was already pushing off the doorframe and disappearing down the hall. And your feet were moving before your brain caught up.
The bathroom was small. Cramped. The flickering light above the mirror buzzed softly.
Chris was leaning against the counter when you slipped inside and clicked the lock. He didn't say anything at first. Just watched you with that lazy, knowing smirk.
"Your boyfriend's a lame," he said finally, voice low. "Standing out there talking about nothing while you're in here with me."
"He's not—"
"Yeah, he is." Chris pushed off the counter, crossing the space in two steps. His body crowded yours against the door, one hand bracing beside your head. "That's why you followed me."
His free hand slid down your stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of your skirt. He didn't ask. He just pushed the fabric up, bunching it around your hips.
"Bet he doesn't even know what you like," Chris murmured, dropping to his knees in front of you. "Bet he's never even made you cum."
Your breath caught as his fingers found the damp spot on your panties. He dragged one finger through the fabric, slow, deliberate.
"This all for me?" He looked up at you through his lashes, that smug smirk playing on his lips. "Soaked through your panties and I haven't even touched you yet."
"Chris—"
"Answer me." His finger pressed harder, circling your clit through the thin material. "This all for me? Or does Matt get you this wet too?"
"Just—just you," you breathed.
"Didn't think so."
He hooked his fingers in your panties and dragged them down your legs. He didn't bother taking them all the way off—just let them hang around your ankles, trapping you there.
"Spread your legs."
You obeyed, widening your stance as much as the fabric allowed.
Chris's fingers found your folds, parting them slowly. He dragged two fingers through your slickness, gathering it, then held them up where you could see.
"Look at that," he said, almost awed. "Fucking dripping for me. Your boyfriend's right outside and you're this wet for his brother."
His fingers went back to your cunt, pushing inside without warning. Two of them, thick and long, stretching you.
"Feel that?" He curled them, finding that spot inside you that made your knees buckle. "Feel how deep my fingers are? Imagine what my cock's gonna feel like."
You whimpered, head falling back against the door.
He worked his fingers in and out, slow and deep, his thumb pressing against your clit. Your hips started moving, chasing the rhythm.
"Look at you," he said, almost disappointed. "That desperate already? Pathetic."
His fingers slid out and he stood, towering over you. He unbuckled his belt, let his jeans fall just enough. His cock sprung free, thick and heavy, the head already glistening.
You swallowed hard.
"See something you want?" He wrapped his hand around himself, stroking lazily, showing off. "You ever seen anything this big before?"
You shook your head, eyes fixed on him.
"Didn't think so." He stepped closer, pressing the head against your entrance. Not pushing in. Just letting you feel the size of it, the stretch that was coming. "Matt got a dick like this?"
"No."
"Didn't think so." He dragged the head through your folds, coating himself in your wetness. "He couldn't fill you up like I can. Couldn't fuck you stupid."
He pushed in. Just the tip. You gasped, hands flying to his shoulders.
"Too much?" He didn't sound concerned. He sounded amused. "That's just the tip, baby. And you're already struggling."
He pushed deeper, inch by inch, letting you feel every bit of him. Your walls stretched around him, burning and full.
"Fuck—Chris—"
"Shh." He pressed his palm over your mouth. "You wanna get caught? Want Matt to walk in and see his girlfriend stuffed full of my cock?"
You shook your head frantically.
"Then shut up."
He bottomed out, his hips flush against yours. You felt impossibly full, stretched to your limit, his cock reaching places inside you that you didn't know existed.
"Look at that," he breathed, glancing down at where you were joined. "Taking all of me. Even though I'm too big for you."
He pulled out slow, then slammed back in. Your whole body jolted.
"This what you needed?" He set a brutal pace, each thrust pushing you up against the door. "Your boyfriend can't fuck you like this. He's too soft. Too sweet. Bet he's gentle with you."
He drove into you harder, knocking the air from your lungs.
Your eyes were rolling back. You couldn't form words anymore, just wet, broken sounds against his palm.
"Fuck, you're useless now, aren't you?" He laughed, breathless and mean. "Look at you. Pretty little thing, can't even speak."
His free hand found your chin, forcing you to look down at where you were connected. You could see him moving in and out of you, see how stretched you were around him.
"See that?" His thumb traced where you were joined, feeling the stretch. "You're taking every inch. Like the slut you are"
He groaned at the feeling of you clenching around him. "Somebody likes being called names," he observed, smirking. "Gonna cum for me? Gonna soak my cock while your boyfriend's in the hall?" he cooed softly.
You nodded frantically against his hand.
"Let go f’me baby.."
His thumb found your clit, pressing hard, circling fast. His hips never stopped, each thrust hitting that spot deep inside you.
You shattered. Your whole body seized, clamping down on him, a muffled scream swallowed by his hand. Your vision went white, your knees giving out.
Chris caught you, holding you up, and kept fucking you through it. "That's it. Good girl. Take it. Take all of it."
His rhythm stuttered, his hips slamming into you one last time as he buried himself deep. You felt him pulse inside you, hot and thick, filling you up.
He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, his forehead against yours.
Then he pulled out slow, watching his cum drip out of you.
"Look at that," he murmured, almost to himself. "Making a mess."
He tucked himself away, smoothed down his shirt. You were still slumped against the door, legs shaking, panties around your ankles.
Chris grabbed a towel from the rack and tossed it at you. "Clean yourself up. You're leaking."
Your hands were trembling so badly you could barely manage it.
He watched you with that smug smirk, arms crossed. "Don't forget—I'm the better brother. And now you know why."
He unlocked the door, slipping out into the hallway like nothing happened.
You fixed your skirt. Splashed water on your face. Took three deep breaths.
When you walked back into the living room, Matt was in the same spot, scrolling on his phone.
"Hey," he said, smiling. "Feeling okay?"
"Yeah." You sat beside him, legs pressed together. "Just needed some air."
He kissed your forehead.
Across the room, Chris caught your eye. He mouthed something—stupid—and raised his beer in a toast.
You looked away first.
Your thighs were still wet. You were still full of him.
And you knew your boyfriend was a lame. And Chris had definitely fucked your brains out.
a/n- how did we like?
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i love you i love you i love you
i love you i love you i love you so so so much
am i so nice or what
NO YOURE NOT LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE STOP
guys look how mean she is to me
SHE IS MENTALLY TORTURING ME
DO NOT TRUST CEECEE
me when i lie.
drama queen
am i so nice or what
NO YOURE NOT LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE STOP
guys look how mean she is to me
there is genuine stress on sarah’s face rn
@chriss-slutt
EVERYONE PANIC SHES WRITING MORE ANGST
nobody panic it’s ok guys
ITS NOT OKAY ITS BASED OFF OF A HORRIDLY SAD AND DISGUSTING SONG
drama queen.
there is genuine stress on sarah’s face rn
@chriss-slutt
EVERYONE PANIC SHES WRITING MORE ANGST
nobody panic it’s ok guys
there is genuine stress on sarah’s face rn
@chriss-slutt
