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chris girl but would love to visit paris main is deadjuul

[sslutiolo]

no era will ever beat twitch chris, argue w the wall

[immaqulate]

washed and wrecked | m.s & c.s

— chratt x fem! reader

— warnings: SMUT, shower sex, spit, sandwiching, overstimulation, soft degradation/praise mix, manhandling, fingering, choking (light/consensual), oral (f!receiving), sensory overload, “you take what we give you,” crying from pleasure, aftercare

After completely wrecking you in bed, Matt and Chris bring you into the shower to clean up—only to ruin you all over again.

read part 2 for a recap!

Chris lifts you with no warning, bridal-style, still smug from the mess they made of you on the bed. He smells like sweat, you, and triumph.

Matt’s already ahead of you, in the bathroom, adjusting the temperature of the shower like this is just part of their nightly routine—like absolutely breaking you in half deserves a rinse cycle.

“Too quiet, sweetheart,” Chris mutters against your temple. “You with us?”

You nod into his neck, but your body trembles in his arms. Your throat’s sore from begging. Your thighs are sticky. Your mind is floating somewhere between ruined and addicted.

Matt notices. Of course he does.

“You said you could take it,” he murmurs, already shedding his shirt. “Don’t pout now.”

You whimper. Just one little sound. But it’s everything.

Chris smirks. “That sounded like a challenge.”

They help you in first, letting the heat hit your skin, steaming away the sweat and stickiness. But the moment your eyes close, hands are on you.

Matt steps in behind, sliding his palms down your waist. Chris joins next, pressing to your front.

You’re caged in, warm and surrounded. Absolutely fucked and still not safe. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Chris murmurs low, his voice gravel and sin. “You act all sweet and innocent, then beg for more like this.”

“But you still want more, don’t you?” Matt breathes, lips grazing your ear.

You whimper again. Then nod.

Chris grabs your chin, tilts your face up to his. “Use your words.”

“I want more,” you whisper, so soft it’s nearly drowned by the water. “Please.”

Chris hums. “Good girl.”

It starts slow—slippery kisses and light touches. Matt’s hands roam your ass while Chris cups your face, devouring your mouth. One of them grips your hip. The other cradles your throat. You don’t know who’s where anymore. At this point its just heat, water, and noise.

“You’re already shaking,” Matt mutters behind you. “And we haven’t even started.”

“You’re gonna take it anyway,” Chris adds, thumb brushing your lip. “Because you know who you belong to.”

You nod, desperately. They reward you with more.

Matt drops to his knees, strong hands dragging your legs apart. The water slicks over your chest, and your head falls back into Chris’s shoulder when Matt buries his face between your thighs.

Chris’s arm snakes around your waist, holding you still while you arch, cry out, almost collapse.

“Let him work,” he murmurs. “You can fall apart. I’ve got you.”

You do fall apart, Once. Then again.

Matt doesn’t stop. He grips your hips tighter, spreads you wider, eats you like he’s proving something.

Chris reaches down, teasing your clit with his knuckles while you sob his name.

“Look at you,” he breathes. “Can’t even stay standing, can you?”

You whimper something like “I need—please—can’t take it—”

Matt pulls back just enough to growl, “Yes, you can.”

When they finally flip you, it’s so fast your head spins. Chris pins you to the fogged-up shower wall, Matt behind you now, both of them pressed tight against your body.

One leg is lifted and hitched over Chris’s hip. His cock slides between your soaked folds, teasing, nudging, waiting.

“You want it, sweetheart?” he asks, voice gravel and sin. “Say it.”

“I want it,” you sob. “I want you.”

Matt groans. “Fuck, she’s perfect.”

Chris thrusts in slow, bottoming out while Matt kisses your shoulder.

“You take him so well,” Matt murmurs. “Think you’ll be ready for me too?”

You moan—shaky, needy, delirious.

Chris grips your jaw, tilting your face to meet his eyes.

“You said you could take it,” he repeats, his rhythm getting rougher. “Don’t back out now.”

They wreck you. On the wall. Between their hands. Water pounding. Chris pounding into you with Matt whispering filth into your neck.

“You were made for us.”

“So pretty when you cry.”

“You wanna come again, baby? You’ve got one more in you.”

“No. Don’t run. You asked for this.”

You sob, beg, break. And they hold you through it.

Chris kisses your temple while you fall apart around him. Matt strokes your belly, your hips, your overstimulated thighs.

After, they carry you out like you weigh nothing.

Wrap you in the softest towel. Dry your hair. Dress you in one of Chris’s shirts.

You’re limp and glowing, curled between them in bed. Chris rubs your back. Matt feeds you a bite of fruit from a little snack tray he prepped during cleanup.

“You okay, baby?” Chris murmurs. You nod, eyes fluttering shut.

“She says she’s done,” Matt smirks, “but she’ll be needy again before lunch.”

Chris hums. “That’s our girl.”

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[rinsaesweethrt]

ㅤㅤㅤ.ㅤ.ㅤ.ㅤLAP-RIDING CHRIS WHILE HE'S GAMINGㅤ ׅ ㅤ ⊹ㅤ

ׅ ⊹ㅤwarning;ㅤsmut, gamer!chris x needygf!reader dynamic, lap-riding, cockwarming, mild dumbification

where . . . Chris was mid-game, mic on, eyes glued to the screen, talking quietly to his teammates. But he kept glancing toward you — standing just behind his setup, arms folded, silently begging for attention.

He’d tossed out a quick excuse—lag or whatever—mumbling it into the mic while clicking the toggle, and no one questioned it. They couldn’t see what you were doing, after all.

“You wanna be good for me, baby?” he’d whispered against your throat, headset already on, screen glowing blue in front of him. “Then sit here and keep me warm. Quiet. I’ll be done soon.”

The thing was — Chris wasn’t just big. He was mean about it, in the most infuriatingly patient way. He knew exactly how full he left you. The way his cock curved just slightly up and dragged against that perfect spot inside you. How your body always, always clenched around him too tightly at first, gasping for breath like it was your first time every time.

And when he stayed there—deep, unmoving, snug inside you for what felt like forever—it drove you crazy.

Now, nearly thirty minutes later, you were soaked, aching, twitchy with need and still filled to the brim. His cock pulsed gently inside you every time he said a command or shifted in his gaming chair, and you swore he was doing it on purpose.

The low thrum of his voice in the mic didn’t help either.

“Left side, I pinged him—no, bro, flank him,” Chris muttered, barely aware that you were squirming more now, trying to rub your swollen folds on the waistband of his sweats. You buried your face into his hoodie, biting down hard to muffle a moan.

He noticed.

One of his hands left the keyboard to squeeze your thigh — hard. He murmured, leaning down against her ears, “Still, babe...”

You nodded against him, but your hips betrayed you, rolling forward in slow, searching circles. Just enough to feel the stretch, just enough to feel him press against that spot inside that made your breath hitch.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck...fuck—”

Click. Mic muted.

“Are you seriously trying to ride me right now?”

You nodded. Again. This time on purpose. Eyes glassy. “Need you,” you whispered. “Feels too good. Can’t just sit—Chris, I can’t…”

His eyes stayed locked on yours for another second before he moved his eyes on the screen. “You’re losing your mind over cock you already have. That desperate, dove?”

You whined. You were past the point of caring how pathetic you sounded.

He reached down, palming your hips, letting you move just once — a single needy bounce — and you gasped, clenching down so hard he hissed through his teeth.

“Shi— Alright.”

Another click. Headset off.

“You want it that bad? Then ride.” His voice dropped to a low growl. “But you’re not cumming until I say. Understood?”

Your hands gripped his shoulders as you nodded frantically, already lifting yourself up and sinking back down, moaning into his hoodie. He was so deep. Stretching you like he had all night, but now — now it was moving. Now every thick inch dragged against your walls, wet and desperate, slick sounds filling the quiet room.

Chris leaned back in the chair, hands gripping your thighs now, watching you lose it. His jaw was tight, his eyes unreadable—hungry, locked on the way your body shook every time you took him in again.

“Messy little thing,” he muttered, voice rough now. “All that whining, just to fuck yourself stupid on my cock.”

You tried to talk — a plea, a thank you, something — but your mouth wouldn’t work. Only broken moans, dizzy gasps, and the sound of skin meeting skin as you picked up pace, using him, grinding down until the world blurred.

His cock throbbed harder, twitching inside you like it knew you were close. And you were. So close you were shaking.

“Chris—please—can I—”

He leaned in, mouth brushing your ear.

“No.”

ㅤㅤ۫ㅤㅤ꒰ㅤ@ RiNSAEㅤ꒱ㅤㅤdo not work or copyㅤㅤ⊹ㅤdo you want next part? what could he do? murmuring praise && filty stuff or bend you over?ㅤ.ㅤ.ㅤ.ㅤcomment if you want part 2!

[sturnvdds]

I have very crazy thoughts about this

[delilahsturniolo]

this lil side eye is how brat!tamer matt would look if you gave him a response with attitude i can’t explain it but yeah

[delilahsturniolo]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ୨ৎ bsf!chris giving you head for the first time (fingering, kissing, oral — fem!receiving, dirty talk, praise, use of pet names.)

you can't believe what you've just agreed to. your best friend, the one guy who's been there for you through thick and thin, is now kneeling between your legs, looking at you with a hunger that makes your heart race. but there's also a tenderness in his gaze that reassures you, that reminds you this is chris, your chris, who would never hurt you. it all started wiyh a simple conversation about both of your guys’s experiences, and you confessed to chris that you had never received head in your life. let’s just say…he insisted on changing that.

"just relax," he murmurs, his fingers gently parting your folds to expose you to his gaze. "i've got you." you take a deep breath, feeling a little self-conscious about your vulnerability. but the look on his face, all focused desire and affection, it helps to calm your nerves. you trust him, you always have. and when his tongue flicks out to trace a path along your inner thigh, you can't help the moan that escapes your lips. "fuck, chris," you breathe, watching him as he moves closer to your center. "this is...oh my gosh."

"shh," he soothes, "just focus on the feeling." and then his mouth is on you, his lips pressing against your slick folds in a gentle kiss. the sensation is overwhelming, and you can't help but squirm under his touch. his hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he begins to explore your body with his mouth. his tongue laps at your folds, teasing and tasting with a gentle hunger that has your toes curling.

"that's it," he murmurs, "let me take care of you." his voice is low and husky, and it sends a thrill of desire through you. you can't believe this is happening, that your best friend is making you feel this good. his fingers slide into you, curling to hit that spot inside you that has your back arching off the bed. "chris," you gasp, "right there."

"tell me what you want," he encourages, his voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh. "let me know what feels good." you swallow hard, feeling a flush creep over your face. but the desire to have him know, to have him understand just how amazing he makes you feel, overshadows your embarrassment.

"i...i want you to keep doing that," you confess, watching him as he continues to work his magic. "it...it's so fucking good." his chuckle vibrates against you, and you can't help but moan again. "oh yeah? you like that huh?” he says, "let me make it better." you nod, a little dazed from the pleasure that's coiling within you. "please," you gasp.

his gaze meets yours for a moment, filled with a smoldering intensity that takes your breath away. and then he dives back in, his tongue working relentlessly against you, drawing out long, deep moans from your throat.

"that's it," he praises, "let me hear you baby.” his fingers pump into you with a rhythm that matches the movement of his tongue against your soaked pussy, and you can't help but move against him, seeking more of that delicious friction.

the pleasure crests and breaks over you, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through your body as you cum on his face. you arch into his mouth, your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on as he laps up every drop of your release.

as the aftershocks ripple through you, you look down at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "chris," you whisper, your voice shaking with emotion, "that was...thank you.” he smiles against your thigh, a soft, content smile that makes your heart flutter. "anytime, ma.” he says, "anytime."

you pull him up for a kiss, wanting to taste yourself on his lips. it's sweet and dirty at the same time, and you can't help but moan into his mouth as his tongue explores yours. his hands roam over your body, caressing every inch of you as he kisses you deeply. and as your bodies move together in a dance as old as time, you realize that maybe this is where you're meant to be, in chris's arms, lost in the pleasure he gives you so willingly.

© delilahsturniolo

💌: woahh, delilah actually writing about chris for once??? rare occurence!!

[sturniolotwins]

i want to be his donut so he can fill all my holes 😅

[madssturniolo]

Im having bad thoughts about his nose rn…

[smittysgmail]

he’s so fucking lucky i didn’t jump on that stage when i saw this live, what’s his fuckin problem

need that bad.

[mattboyfriend-deactivated202605]

THAT DAMN WINK

[chrisstvrns]

this is all i have to say

[mattswrinkleton-deactivated2026]

how could I stay mad at this squish?

[blakeluvsmatt]

Matt fucks you silent

includes: dom!matt, sub!reader, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, arguing, angry/make up sex, fingering, kissing.

summary: in which matt and you get into an argument at a party.

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The argument had escalated faster than you thought. It started with you asking if you could stay a little longer, since you were having more fun than you anticipated, and Matt saying he’s tired. You kept protesting, begging to stay until Matt’s patience thinned. The music thumped closely around you both, yet still feeling miles away as Matt’s jaw clenched tighter with each word he spoke. “You can’t just keep ignoring every fucking thing I say” he snapped, voice low, but still sharp. His eyes burned with frustration. You stand in front of him, arms crossed across your chest. “I’m not ignoring what you’re saying, Matt. I’m having fun, and asking if we can stay just a little longer!” you shot back, frustration etched in your tone. Matt inhaled deeply, his tongue swept across his top teeth. “I’m done talking. Out” he pointed towards the door. You threw your arms up in annoyance. “Matt just fuckin-” you attempted to protest, which was quickly sliced through by his voice. “I said out. Now.” he was quickly moving towards the door, his arm snaking around your waist pulling you with him. “You can’t stand the fact i’m having fun, can you? You hate the fact I can have fun whilst you’re bitching and whining over being tired” you complain, shouting over the music as he pulls the two of you through drunk and sweaty bodies. Until he doesn’t. He stops in the middle of where you are and leans down, whispering in your ear. “I can either fuck you silent right here” his voice thick with threat. “or in the comfort of our own home.” Your breath caught, thighs clenching at just thought of him fucking you silent. His hand effortlessly slid to your hip. “Either way, you’re getting what you asked for.” You looked up at him, eyes blinking. You parted your lips in attempts to protest, but nothing left your mouth. Just the pulsing in your pussy and the way your body screamed yes, even as your ego whispered don’t give in so easy. But your silence was an answer. Matt smirked, dark and knowing. “Just what I thought baby”

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You didn’t get a chance to move. The second the door to your shared apartment closed behind the two of you, Matt had you up against the door, his fingers gripping your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You pushed me all fuckin’ night” he groaned, his free hand trailing down your body. Fingertips tracing circles on the inside of your thigh, dangerously high. “With that tiny skirt” his fingers moved higher up your thigh. “Flaunting your tits like they’re everyone’s to cum on” then his fingers met your dripping pussy through your tiny thong. He effortlessly pulled it to the side with two fingers before his middle and ring finger massaged your clit in slow, small, teasing circles. You let out a breathy moan at the slight relief, finally feeling his touch after the quiet and tense drive home. “You wanted all eyes on you? Wanted everyone looking huh?” he continued, applying more pressure with his fingers. His grip on your jaw tightened as you moaned quietly. “Then tryna’ start an argument” just as you rolled your hips, trying to get anymore friction, he pulled his hand away and in one swift motion turned you around, your cheek pressed against the door. Your skirt bunched up around your waist as he pulled your thong down your thighs useless. He runs two fingers up your slit. “You’re disgusting. So wet already and i’ve barely even touched you” he quickly unzips his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers freeing himself. You can hear the slick sound of him stroking himself a few times. “Y’wanna look like a whore? Then you’re gonna get fucked like one” His voice is sharp, dripping with a dark promise. Without any warning, he pushed into you, rough. One had on one of your hip, the other bunched in your hair, fucking you like you owed him this. The sound of your moans, skin slapping, and his groans filled the room, his grip in your hair getting tighter. “Look at you” he growled. “So fucked out already and I haven’t even started” his fingers dug into your hip, you clung to him, breath hitching as he slammed harder, faster, his dick hitting the exact spot that made your vision blur. Your moans echo against the wooden door as he continued to fuck you senseless. You feel the knot in your stomach grow tighter, your walls clenching around him. “Matt- fuck i’m gonna-” he quickly cuts you off by pulling out almost fully, his tip still buried inside your warm cunt. “No you’re not” he slammed back inside of you. “I am, but you’re not” he yanked your head back, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. “Yeah?” his groans got deeper as his thrusts got faster. “Gonna make me loose my mind” he groaned in your ear. His thrusts become sloppier as you feel his warm cum fill you up. He rides out his high, careful not to help you finish before pulling out. He turns you back around to face him, his release dripping down your thighs. His fingers gripped your jaw again. “Last time you act like that at a party. Yeah? If I say we’re leavin’ at a certain time, that’s what we’re doing.” You look up at him “If it means you fuck me like that again then absolutely not” you chuckle with a smile. Matt quickly smiles back and presses a quick kiss to your lips. He pulls his boxers and jeans back up. “I’ll go run you a bath then make you cum after, deal?” you nod with a smile, as he presses another kiss to your forehead and walks toward your bathroom.

first smut kinda nervous :o

with lube and a throat ache, blake x

🍒❤️💋🍷

[mattboyfriend-deactivated202605]

AT THE SAME DAMN TIME

[mattsvoicemail-deactivated20250]

SIT STILL 坐着不动

WARNINGS: SMUT. ROUGH SEX. DIRTY TALK. PRAISE. OVERSTIMULATION. CREAMPIE (IMPLIED). NO PROTECTION. MDNI.

it starts because you're trying too hard.

you're on top of him, hips grinding down in a lazy rhythm that keeps stuttering every time his hands tighten around your waist. the room's dim, a lamp still flickering in the corner because neither of you thought to turn it off, and your breath's coming quick—too quick—as you try to keep the pace steady. but he's so deep, so thick, and the way he groans every time you sink all the way down makes your thighs shake more than you want to admit.

you brace your hands on his chest, eyes fluttering shut, trying to roll your hips with more control. but chris notices. he always notices.

"you're gonna wear yourself out," he mutters, voice low and half-laced with a smirk. his thumb grazes the soft skin above your hip, and then he sits up without warning, one arm locking around your waist, the other fisting in the sheets behind him for leverage.

"sit still. let me do it."

you don't get a chance to argue. his hands grip your thighs, anchoring you in place as he plants his feet against the mattress and starts to fuck up into you—slow, deliberate, every drag of his cock pulling a sharp sound out of your mouth. it's deeper like this, meaner. like he wants to prove something. like he's been holding back.

your hands scramble for his shoulders, nails digging in. "chris—"

"shh," he breathes, mouth brushing your ear as he snaps his hips up again. the sound it makes—your slick dragging over him, the wet slap of skin—sends heat rolling down your spine. "i said i'd take care of it."

his rhythm never falters. he's fucking you like he knows exactly what you need, like he's memorized the way your body tightens around him every time he hits that spot inside you. and he has. he's patient, precise, but not gentle—not when he's this worked up, not when your cunt keeps clenching around him like it's begging for more.

you tilt your head back and moan, jaw falling slack, thighs beginning to tremble again despite his grip. but you don't have to do anything. you don't get to do anything.

"jus' take it, mama," he mutters, almost too low to catch, his voice right against your throat now. "jus' let me fuck you. y'don't have t'move a fuckin' inch."

and you don't. not even when his hand slips between you to rub slow, messy circles over your clit. not when your body jerks, overwhelmed, already close because he's been too much from the second he took control.

he knows you're close, feels the way your legs tighten around his waist. he's not stopping. his hips are snapping up faster, meaner, your name falling out of his mouth in broken gasps between curses. and you can't even think straight—all you can do is take it. just like he told you to.

"so fuckin' pretty like this," he grits out, pulling you down harder against his cock. "mine. all fuckin' mine."

you cum so hard you forget how to breathe.

and even then, even when you're shaking in his lap, his fingers don't stop. his thrusts don't slow. he's not done with you yet.

author's note. *switches phone to left hand.*

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[y2kstarr]

— ᥫ᭡ talk dirty . . . chris sturniolo

where . . . Chris dirty talks you into finally sitting on his face and letting him eat you out like he's never before.

contains . . . smut, dirty talk, oral (f!receiving), face sitting/riding, sub!reader, soft dom!chris, praising, pussy drunk!chris

credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept

HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #7

You’re curled into Chris on his bed, half-watching some movie neither of you are actually paying attention to. His arm’s around your waist, fingertips trailing lazy circles against the skin just under your sleep shirt. There’s a heat there — a warmth that’s been growing, slow and steady, the way it always does when you two are this close for this long.

You shift slightly, and his hand slides higher. Not by much. Just enough to make you aware of it.

“You keep moving like that,” he murmurs near your ear, “and I’m gonna start thinking you’re doing it on purpose.”

You scoff under your breath, smiling, but your cheeks are already warm with blush.

“I’m not doing anything." You respond in a slight mutter.

Chris tilts his head, pressing his lips to your shoulder, his voice low, almost playful in your ear.

“You sure?” he coos. “Because the way your thighs keep squeezing around me is driving me a little crazy.”

You look away, cheeks flooding with heat, and he grins.

“God, I love when you get all shy like that,” he murmurs, voice thick with affection and want. “It’s cute. And really fucking hot.”

His hand dips beneath your shorts, palm resting warm on your upper thigh. You don’t stop him.

“You wanna know what I’ve been thinking about all day?” he asks.

You swallow. You don’t answer.

He chuckles softly. “I’ve been thinking about you...” he begins, voice lower now, lips grazing against your jaw in a teasing manner. “On top of me. Your thighs on either side of my head. Your hands in my hair. Your hips grinding down on my face while I make you fall apart over and over.”

You make a quiet, embarrassed sound — half protested squeak, half embarrassed whimper — and bury your face in the crook of his neck as if to hide away.

“Chrisss..." you whimper against his skin.

“Mhm?” he hums like it’s an innocent question, as if he didn't just paint the hottest, most erotic pictures for you, but the hand on your thigh is anything but.

“You can’t just—say that stuff out of nowhere—" you pout as you move your head from out of his neck to look up at him.

He laughs softly, pressing a kiss to your neck, slow and lingering, making your breath catch in your throat and heat to pool between your thighs, need and demanding for attention.

“Why not? It’s true.” His lips trail up to your ear, voice dropping to a whisper. “You sitting on my face? That’s not even a fantasy anymore, baby. That’s a need.”

You shift again without meaning to, thighs instinctively tightening as you let out another pathetic whimper as you imagine it in your head, and he grins against your skin.

“Yeah… like that,” he whispers. “You’d look so pretty like that. All flushed and trembling, trying not to moan too loud while I hold your hips down and make you take everything I give you.”

Your breath catches. You can feel your heart thudding against your ribs.

“Chris—”

“You’d lose it, wouldn’t you?” he murmurs. “You’d try so hard to stay quiet, but the second I really start eating you out—” he groans softly at the thought, “you’d be shaking. Whimpering. Riding my face because you can’t help it.”

You try to hide your face again, heat crawling all the way down your chest, but he gently tugs your chin so you’re looking at him.

His gaze is soft — but intense. Loving, but burning. His sweet blues, now darkening with lust, meeting your adorable doe eyes, and it was as if he could read right through you, a smirk coming to his lips.

“You want to,” he whispers low and teasingly. “I can tell.”

You open your mouth to argue, but no words come. He kisses you instead — slow and sweet at first, then deeper, tongue sliding against yours like he’s already imagining exactly how you’ll taste, and it pulls a needy mewl from you, your hands grasping at his shirt as you feel your arousal seep through your panties.

When he finally pulls away, his voice is nothing but a whisper against your lips, almost begging if it wasn't for his teasing, low tone. “Let me have you like that, baby. Please... Let me love you like that. Just sit on my face.”

You hesitate, breathless. “…You really want that?” you ask.

His answer is instant, voice thick with desire, nearly groaning at the prospect of you saying yes. “More than anything.”

And after one shaky exhale, your thighs aching from being squeezed together for so long, and the feeling of your soaked panties underneath your shorts, you finally nod. “…Okay.”

His grin is immediate — wicked and boyish all at once, his voice a low coo that makes a shiver rush up your spine. “There’s my girl.”

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"Are you sure about this?"

Your voice was hesitant as you looked down at Chris, thighs pressed together as you sat next to him in his bed with nothing on except for one of his baggy shirts, the movie nothing but background noise for the two of you.

"Baby, I promise, I've never been more sure of something in my entire life," He chuckled, already lying flat on his back, completely prepared for you as he looked up at you with almost excited eyes. "I'm seriously going to lose my mind if you keep making me wait."

You couldn't help a soft giggle before you exhaled quietly, working up you courage as you moved your legs to hook one over his head, your knees pressing into the mattress as you hovered over his face.

"Jesus... look at this fuckin' pussy, ma..." Chris groaned, bringing a hand up to drag his finger through your already drooling folds, making a soft gasp leave your lips as your hands held the hem of your shirt up a bit for him.

"I-is this ok?" You asked as blush covered your cheeks already, whimpering at the way his hands palmed over your thick thighs, before feeling him slowly hook his arms under them.

"Yeah... but it'd be even better if you actually sat on my face, baby," He cooed playfully, making a moan slip from your lips as he leaned up, running his tongue along your slit in a slow, savoring lick.  "Y' making me strain my neck just to taste you."

"But what if..." You trailed off.

"What if what?" Chris asked, his blue eyes peaking up at you from underneath as you swallowed a lump in your throat.

"What if I'm too heavy for you..?" You couldn't help but meekly whimper out, your nerves taking over you, but as you heard Chris huff out a chuckle, you suddenly felt his arms tugging you down, a gasp leaving your lips as he held you down against his face.

"C–chris!" You yelped, blush burning the tips of your ears before a pleasurable moan fell from your lips at him lapping at your pussy already, groaning against your folds as he held you in place, leaving you unable to lift yourself up.

"Just relax, baby," he murmurs against your slick folds, his hot breath making you shiver. "Let me take care of you. I want to taste every inch of this sweet little pussy."

You gasp as he begins to eat you out like it's his last meal, your back arching as jolts of pleasure course through you, moans and whimpers spilling from your lips.

Your thighs quake and tremble, the muscles taut with tension as you fight the urge to close them around his head, but he holds you steady, not letting you squirm away from the intense sensations.

Chris groans in approval as he laps at your dripping arousal, relishing your unique taste, a taste he could get addicted to without even trying.

"Fuck, you taste incredible," he growls against your cunt, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core. His tongue delves deeper, probing your entrance whilst you feel one of his hands move, his thumb rubbing firm circles against your sensitive clit.

You toss your head back, your hair falling in disarray as you moan wantonly above him, whining as one hand shoots up to grip the headboard of his bed harshly to help steady yourself.

"C–chris! Mmm— Oh god, yes!" you mewl, your hips bucking instinctively against his face, getting lost in the pleasure and forgetting about your previous worries. He holds you firmly in place, his strong hand kneading the plush of your thigh as he devours your pussy with unrestrained hunger.

"D–don't stop, please don't stop!" You begged him, pleasure building rapidly as he works your pussy like never before, his thumb keeping that mind numbing rhythm whilst his tongue fucks into your clenching hole, making your mind fuzzy as that familiar knot pulls tighter and tighter within you.

And the moment he groans against your pussy, as if telling you to cum for him, you feel your orgasm hit you like a train, gasping out as you moan his name loud, back arching, hands gripping tight, and eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy.

Your hips ground against his mouth as you gushed all over his tongue, whines and whimpers leaving you as you rode out your high, before you finally slowed your movements, panting as trembling above Chris until you finally came to.

"S-shit— 'M sorry—" You whimpered, lifting yourself up and off of his face, blushing at the sight of him, cheeks pink, mouth and chin covered in your juices, his eyes full of pure bliss as he looked up at you, chuckling as he looked almost equally as fucked out as you.

"Do.. do you want me to help you out now?" You asked sweetly, before watching as his cheeks reddened, a huffed out, almost embarrassed chuckle leaving his lips.

"Well, uh— I don't think you need to, baby—" He murmured, but as you gave him a confused face, you watched as his eyes glanced down, yours following his gaze before you gasped softly, seeing the big wet stain on his boxers, showing that he'd cum purely just from eating you out.

Your eyes met his again, a beat of a moment before the two of you giggled and chuckled, you leaning down to press a sweet kiss to his lips, whimpering softly at the taste of you on him before he whispered against your lips, his voice sounding like he was completely drunk from your pussy, and it made newfound arousal shoot through your body once more.

"Can we please do that again?"

☆ : that man is a muncher 4 LIFE, i just know it man...i can feel it in my nuggets (i have a coin slot 😔) idk if i like this one much— loved doing the dirty talking part but i feel like I flopped with the actual smut part, im sorry 😭 hope you guys still enjoy tho!!

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