sturniolo fans when they realize two 21 year old attractive adult men with big social media platforms living in LA, are in fact, NOT virgins:
virginity is literally the biggest scam everā¦.itās just a made-up misogynistic social construct that weirdly obsesses over what people do in their own time, especially women, and for whatā¦.a fake sense of purity? ODDDDDDD for you to care about it if youāre not actively having sexual relations (even then..not ur business LMAO)
WHEN BSF!CHRIS CAN'T KEEP HIS HANDS AND THOUGHTS OFF INEXPERIENCED!READER āĖā¹ į°
Ėšš warnings... grinding, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (don't do this!!), kissing
Ėąæ notes: i'd like to say beforehand this is a little further into their relationship! I'll add more background stuff later<33
chris was restless. he continued to toss and turn in your bed, finally settling on his side, one arm slung around you waist while gently tugging you closer to him, pressing your back flush against his chest while you were sleeping peacefully.
heĀ triedĀ to doze off, he really did. but sleep seemed like the furthest thing away when he laid there, listening to your soft breathing, as the only currently audible noise, feeling the way your chest rose and fell under his touch.
his mind was running a million miles an hour, and he couldnāt get it to stop. it was dirty,Ā wrongĀ thoughtsāabout you. his best friend since.. well, for as long as he could remember. it had become something more usual, but this time he couldnātĀ controlĀ it.
youād always been attached to the hip, but never once had he thought about you like this. never had he wondered what youād look likeĀ naked, vulnerable under him.. okay, maybe a few times, but never to this extent. you'd only gone as far as him showing you how to finger yourself properly, where he took over the job because he couldn't resist.
how would you react to his touch? would you reach for his hair? his arms? would you grab the sheets instead? what did your moan sound like?
the real question was why on earth he was having these dirty thoughts about you. you were the sweetest girl heād ever laid his eyes on, so sweet it gave him a toothache whenever youād innocently bat your eyes at him, begging him to go get ice cream with you.
gosh, make it stop, he thought to himself, groaning when he snaked his other hand down toĀ tryĀ and ease his rock-hard cock, which only seemed to make it worse, hardening evenĀ moreĀ under his own touch.
he didnāt know what to do, and only to worsen his panicked state, you started turning, his arm momentarily slipping from your waist when you faced him.
your eyes were thankfully still shut, lips in a soft pout from the pillow pushing them together. the sight didnāt help either. nothing helped him ease his raging hard boner. you laid there, so pure, unknowing of his sinful thoughts while your peaceful, gentle look only made the tight restrain in his boxers worse.
sleep was out of reach by now, his hand desperately trying to relieve his aching cock with a groan by carefully rubbing his palm over the bulgeābut then your eyes fluttered open. he stared down at you with widen eyes, almost in disbelief that heād been caught somewhat rubbing himself through his pants, but you didnāt seem to notice right away.
āare you okay?ā your soft voice was heard. āyou seem restless..ā yeah, his constant tossing and groaning woke you up, but not enough to fully comprehend theĀ situationĀ chris was in.
āi- i canāt sleep. thatās all,ā he whispered back, blinking rapidly while your eyes scanned his face, roaming every feature you were so familiar with.
speculating about his somewhat unsure answer, your eyes made their way down his chest when he let another whine slip, noticing the way his palm pressed against his groin, and you immediately felt ten times more awake than you were before. heat rushed to your face, before your eyes met chris's desperate gaze.
āoh..ā you quipped, suddenly hyper aware of every movement of his, every desperate groan youād heard behind you just moments prior now making much more sense.
āp-please, just- just let me.. let me put it in,ā chris pleaded miserably, letting his free hands knuckles brush over your reddening cheek, his touch gentle as ever.
āchris- no, we canāt..ā your answer only made his dick harden, though it seemed fucked up. you were so damn innocent, aĀ prudeĀ even. youād always avoided the topic of sex, not daring to go down that pathĀ ever. but he knew that when it came to him, you could bend the rules. āplease- iāll make it quick, iāll just put the tip in. it hurts soĀ fuckingĀ bad,ā
but something about the situation caused you to turn curious. chris beggingĀ for your touch, begging to let him do something about his hard erection, to touchĀ you.
āokay..ā attentively, you turned around to lay in your previous position on your side, chris's hand slipping from the front of his shorts, letting out a deep sigh ofĀ relief.
āthank you, thanks-Ā thank you,ā he babbled, his clammy hands making their way to the elastic waistband of your sleep shorts, slowly pushing them down your thighs, until they pooled around your ankles, that you continued to gently kick off.
āi promise iāll be careful,Ā just the tip..ā his breath fanned across your neck, making a soft gasp slip from your lips.
your eyes were wide open and lips parted when he hooked his hand under your thigh, gently lifting it to spread them apart, carefully placing your leg back down as if you were made of fragileĀ porcelain.
āo-okay..ā you spoke quietly, your breath hitching when his finger made contact with your panties, gently tugging them to the side. āalready so wet fāme..ā his voice was husky against your ear, lips grazing the sensitive skin as his thumb slowly ran between your slick folds, a weak moan falling from your parted lips.
you were driving himĀ insane, already dripping for him, and it only took a couple right touches and words.Ā oh, how bad he wanted to keep showing you how to feel good, let alone beĀ the first one to. he'd already gotten his fair share on that part.
youāve never been more nervous, but yet you felt safe with chris pressed so close up against you. itĀ wasĀ chris after all, heād never do anything to hurt you, plus, he was always so gentle with you whenever it came to stuff like this. your hands tugged the stuffed animal you usually slept with to your chest, nuzzling your nose into the neck of the teddy, the soft material under your fingertips easing your mind a little.
āiāll be gentle, angel.. no need to worry,ā he whispered, one of his hands maneuvering his shorts down mid-thigh, along with his boxers, the other one gently running down the side of your face, tugging a few strands of hair behind your ear.
he wrapped his palm around his cock, fisting his cock with a lewd moan, before bringing the head of his cock to your entrance.
āiāll put it in now..Ā itās just the tip, donāt panic..ā he mumbled, pressing a reassuring series of kisses to the side of your neck, feeling you nod. āgo- go ahead..ā
those words was all he needed, gently smearing his sticky tip down your soaked folds, before pressing it forward, watching it disappear inside of you.
āholy- holy fuck..ā he groaned between gritted teeth, his fingers gripping at your hip, a weak gasp elicited from your mouth. āoh, chris..ā
your moan was silenced from the soft teddy in your arms, eyes fluttering shut at the slow intrusion, letting whines fall from your lips.
chris nearly lost his mind when he felt your walls squeeze around his tipāit took every fiber in his body not to stuff you full of his cock, not to completely ignore your previous, innocent words and start fucking into you.
āgosh- chris..ā you whined, nails digging into the soft fur under your hands.
you could practically feel the desperation seep out of him from behind you, his throbbing dick justĀ achingĀ to be inside you.
āmāsorry angel, sorry.. i canāt hold back, please say something-ā chris's voice was strained with despair, his fingertips digging into your bare hip, smoothing his palm over your thigh.
āitās- its okay..ā you whispered, words somewhat muffled, but coherent. he wasĀ thankfulĀ almost, mumbling continuous praise and āthank youā into your ear, smoothing his palms down your sides, under your top.
itĀ sureĀ was okay, he could tell. you were drooling around his tip, only making it easier to slide right ināwhich he did. holding tightly onto you, leaving kisses down your neck and back, he pushed his cock further inside of you,Ā slowly.
āh-halfway, baby.. youāre doing so good,ā he husked, his heart pounding in chest as he stilled his movements for a minute, allowing you to adjust.
you couldnāt keep quiet, eyes rolling to the back of your head while they fell shut, biting down onto the plush toy to restrain the moans. yet, pornographic whimpers slipped from your gritted teeth from the painful yet delicious stretch, making chris's head turn to mush.
āfuck.. youāre so perfect,ā he hissed, sinking his length in until he wasĀ fully sheathedĀ inside your heat with a sigh of relief.
blubbered moans fell shamelessly from the both of your lips as he slowly rutted against you, a hint of pain striking through you as you adjusted to his size.
you knew it was wrong. so, so wrong. friends didnāt do this, they reallyĀ didnāt. what was gonna happen after this? would you just go to bed and wake up just usually tomorrow, just treating it as a favor?
but even though, you never wanted it to stop. his soft touch, lips continuing their work on your lower neck, stuffing you full of his cock when he rolled his hips.
ādoes it hurt?ā he purred, his hot breath mingling on your neck, making a slight shiver run down your spine.
ānoā¦Ā chris, it feels- feels good,ā you breathlessly whimpered, gripping the plush animal between your arms as if your life depended on it, listening to the dirty squelching of your pussy, basically drooling onto the soft material between your lips.
he only nodded, feeling your walls flutter around his cock, clenching and squeezing the life out of him. your back arched just slightly when he hit aĀ specificĀ spot within you, moaning loudly into the stuffed toy.
āy-youāre doing so well.. so beautiful,ā he cooed, the praise going straight to the pit in your tummy, feeling the tension tighten as your teeth nibbled on the soft plushie.
āoh-Ā oh my god..ā without any warning, the waves came crashing over you, your chest heaving while your grip loosened on the soft plushie in your arms.
ājesus christ,ā he panted, his slow but rhythmic thrusts continuing, until he reached his climax as well.
āshit- iām gonna come,ā he barely got to say, before the ropes of white spilled inside of you, letting out a shaky breath at the release of tension. you felt limp in his hold, your face growing hot, and heart racing with lidded eyes.
āthank you, thank you angel,ā his breath hitched as he slowly pulled out. his pink lips left repeated kisses to the side of your face, listening intently to your breath regulating gradually, the pants turning back to the soft breaths heād been listening to just moments prior.
you let a small smile break, nuzzling your nose back into the teddy bear to hide your blushing face, as if your back wasnāt turned to him. āitās fineā¦ā
his fingers danced across your waist, making their way to your hip, giving it a gentle pat as a dazed smile settled onto his lips.
š®šššš¶šš: Itās the one time of the year where Chris can enjoy his favorite holiday treat, even if it is a littleā¦excessive. But now heās hungry for something elseā¦
šš¾ššøšš¶š¾ššš: This story is fictional. Additionally, it has not been proofread. Good luck.
š²š¶ššš¾ššš: Cursing / oral fixation / possessive!chris / hand jobs / daddy kink / dumbification kink
It was rare to see him without one. Whether it was in his pocket, tucked behind his ear like a pencil, or between his teeth; there wasnāt a moment where he didnāt have one. And like an alcoholic, Chris had one anywhere he went. He had a stash in every room of the house, and in the glove compartment in Mattās car. Candy cane wrappers multiplied like cockroaches, spawning in every nook and cranny of the house that you could think of.
Crunching, licking, suckingā¦it was addicting to watch him. He was completely oblivious, of courseā¦or at least thatās what you thought. You couldnāt help but catch yourself staring at him, watching the way his lips puckered, the candy cane staining his tongue as he dragged the treat down the middle of it. Soft sucking noises escaping him, a huff of annoyance passing his lips as he fought with the wrapper at the curve of the treat.
Matt looked over from his spot on the sofa, a look of disgust on his face as he made eye contact with his brother. Chris furrowed his brow. āWhat? You wanna kiss me or somethinā?ā he asked, taking the candy cane out of his mouth. He puckered his lips, blowing Matt a kiss, to which his brother grimaced and shook his head.
āCould you eat that any louder?ā
āā¦Do you want to find out?ā
He sucked on the candy cane again, obnoxiously slurping and sucking to get on his brotherās nerves. Although it probably wasnāt intentional, the sound went straight to your core. You didnāt want to think about him like that, at least not with him in the same room as you. Imagining his strong hands holding your thighs back, his face buried between them. His tongue lapping at your dripping folds, sucking at your sensitive bud with just as much fervor. His voice low as he tells you just how sweet you taste. You never thought youād be envious of a candy caneā¦
Matt rolled his eyes and stood up, closing his laptop. āYouāre fuckinā gross,ā he mumbled as he picked his laptop up and shuffled out of the room. The faint sound of Mattās bedroom door closing echoed through the room before it went quiet again.
Chris huffed, popping the candy cane back between his lips. He turned his head and it was then that he made eye contact with you.
āYou want one?ā
Chris grunted softly, lifting his hips up off of the couch, dipping his hand into his front pocket. His crystal blue eyes didnāt break away for even a second, his all too familiar smirk plastered on his face, the red and white striped treat hung loosely between his lips. He chuckled softly, taking a wrapped candy cane out of his pocket. āYāknow, all you had to do was ask,ā he teased.
He handed it to you, trying to ignore the way his heart leapt when your fingers gently brushed against his. āEnjoy it, itās my last one.ā
Your eyes widened. āYour last one?!ā
āYeah,ā he chuckled. āAt least until I get more tomorrow.ā
You frowned, handing the candy back to him. āI wonāt take your last one, Chris-ā
āItās okay,ā he insisted, smiling at you. āReally, itās okay. Just take it.ā
You hesitated, but nodded. Unwrapping the candy cane, you tossed the wrapper into the pile that Chris had made on the coffee table. You brought the treat to your lips, sucking softly on it.
He watched silently, attempting to ignore the sudden ache between his legs. Like a predator stalking its prey, he licked his lips, clenching his jaw as his interest in the peppermint treat that was in his own mouth faded into nothingness. As you licked and sucked on the candy cane between your fingers, Chrisās mind flooded with filthy thoughts. Fantasies that he knew would never be fulfilled. You were his best friend, after all. He could never imagine doing anything to jeopardize that.
And still, here he was, his cock stiffening in his pants while his brain tried to convince him that it wouldnāt be that bad, right? Surely you could still be best friends, even if he laid you across the sofa, licking and sucking and biting on you like his favorite holiday treat. Surely your friendship would still be in tact if he held your hair back while you gave him the same treatment you were giving that candy cane right now.
Abruptly, Christ stood up and began to pick up all of the wrappers he had left on the coffee table. āI think I oughta hit the sack. Target opens at nine tomorrow, so weāll probably leave at eight thirty,ā Chris spoke, taking the wrappers to the kitchen and dumping them into the trash.
You looked over at him, cocking your head to the side. āIām going with you?ā
He looked back at you, his cock throbbing at the sight of you. You looked adorable when you were confused, but Chris almost believed the look you were giving him was intentional as you batted your eyelashes and continued to suck on the candy cane. It took everything in him not to prowl over to you and pounce on you, to pin you down, to devour you. It had to be intentionalā¦
Right?
Chris smiled, taking slow strides back into the living room. He picked his phone up off of the coffee table, slipping it into his pocket before taking a step closer to you. āMiss ladyā¦of course youāre going with me,ā he cooed sweetly, reaching his hand out, gently dragging his fingers along your jawline all the way down to your chin. With gentle force, he lifted your chin, his heart racing as you looked up at him with those sweet doe eyes that he loved so much. āYou took my last candy cane,ā he reminded you, a smirk finding its way onto his lips. āYou owe me.ā
And with that, he patted your cheek, much like an owner would with their dog, and walked away. In the time it took him to get to his room, all he could think about were two things: how badly he wanted to run back into the living room and pin you down, and how grateful he was for not going commando today.
āź³ā¢ā *ā¢ ā¢*ā āā
You had only been back for two hours, and already there were two empty candy cane boxes sitting by the garbage bin. It was a little concerning just how quickly he managed to run through them, but you tried to remind yourself that it could be worse. At least itās not meth or heroin.
As you descended the stairs that led up to Nickās room, you caught sight of him in the kitchen. He looked good today, but when did he not? Not a single hat was in sight, his fluffy brown hair on full display. His outfit was nothing eccentric; just a simple pair of pyjama pants and a black and white Christmas sweater. He stood there, leaning against the counter; Phone in one hand, candy cane in the other. A pile of wrappers were discarded on the countertop behind him, along with a pile of fully in-tact candy canes that awaited their demise.
Hearing your footsteps, Chris looked up from his phone and smiled. āWhatās up, shawty-ā
āDo not call me that,ā you laugh softly as you walked into the kitchen, going to the fridge to grab a drink. You took a Pepsi and a water out of the fridge, and before Chris could even speak, you handed the soda to him.
āArenāt you sweet,ā he chuckled, putting his phone down and holding the candy cane between his teeth. He cracked open the soda can, taking the candy cane from his mouth to take a sip. āWhat are you up to?ā he asks curiously before drinking from the can.
You shrugged. āMight go and take a nap in Mattās room, you did wake me up pretty early,ā you smile.
Chris rolled his eyes playfully. āIt was very important,ā he insisted, though his tone said otherwise.
āRiiiight,ā You rolled your eyes back at him, shaking your head.
āYou know you can always nap in my room,ā Chris said, his tone more serious now. āYou could literally move into my room today if you wanted to,ā he continued.
You smiled at him. āNo I know, but Mattās room is a lot darker. I feel like a little bear hibernating when I take naps in his room,ā You explained, earning a laugh from Chris as he put his soda down onto the counter.
It went quiet between you both for a moment. Chris furrowed his brow, seeing the way your expression changed. You were thinking, and pretty hard at that. āWhatās up?ā he asked you, bringing the candy cane back between his lips. He gnawed on the peppermint treat, snapping a piece of it off with his teeth.
Of course you should have known that Chris would pick up on your shift in demeanor. He was your best friend, after all. He always knew when you had something on your mind. āI justā¦ā you trailed off, the silence taking over again.
Chris took a step closer to you, gently cupping your cheek. āHey,ā he said softly, earning your gaze to meet his. He offered you a warm smile. āItās just me, pretty.ā
You sighed. āI just wanted to know ifā¦maybeā¦i could have one?ā
Chris raised an eyebrow. āOne what?ā he asked, though he was sure he already knew the answer.
āA candy caneā¦ā
He took a step back, his hand dropping back to his side. Chris sucked softly on the candy between his lips, his thoughts going a mile a minute. Of course, his first instinct was to give you whatever it was that you wanted. Chris had a soft spot when it came to you. In the years you had known each other, he had probably only said ānoā to you a handful of times.
He smirked, leaning back against the counter. āWhat do I get out of it?ā He asked.
His response wasnāt exactly what you expected. Something about the look in his eyes made your face heat up, a rosy tint dusting over your cheeks. āWh-What?ā
āYou heard me,ā he chuckled. He took the hook of the candy cane between his fingers, taking the treat from between his lips and he pointed it at you. āWhat are you gonna do for it?ā
He was no fool, he had seen the way your face reddened and the way your pupils dilated. The sight alone, you flustered and trying to hide it, was enough to get his blood rushing, his heart ramming against his ribcage as his pants began to grow uncomfortably tight in a certain area. He just hoped you couldnāt tell.
āOf course,ā he thought to himself. āThe day I choose to not wear any underwear.ā
āWhat do you want for it?ā
He felt his stomach drop at the simple question. And before he could even begin to think, it fell from his lips. āShow me your tits.ā
The silence was no longer comfortable; It was heavy, like all of the air was slowly being sucked out of the room. In an instant, Chris wished he could take it back. That he could go back to three minutes ago and tape his fucking mouth shut. That he could rewind and just hand you the treat like he would always do. But there was no taking it back. His words hung in the air, much like the tinsel and Christmas lights that the boys had hung up throughout the house. He swallowed thickly, letting out an awkward laugh. āIām kidding,ā he insisted, but neither of you believed his words.
āAre you?ā you challenged.
Upon realizing that you were now going along with it, Chris felt himself relax a little. āNot really,ā he said, biting down on the candy and crunching it loudly.
You laughed. āAbsolutely not.ā
He shrugged. āNo candy cane for you.ā
It went quiet again. He was surprised you hadnāt walked away or told him off yet. Sure, he was a flirtatious person, but it usually didnāt surpass the ocasional pickup line or compliment. On rare occasions, perhaps a thigh caress or a kiss on the cheek. But this was new. And something about it excited you beyond words. Something about your best friend wanting to check you out, wanting to see your most intimate parts; it made your stomach tingly and your head fuzzy. Your entire body felt like television static the more you thought about it. āHeās just a guy being a guy,ā you tried to tell yourself, but he was quick with it, like it was something he had been wanting for a while now. You pressed your thighs together tightly, hoping he didnāt notice.
Chris could practically see the thoughts running around in your head, and he chimed in again. āJust five seconds, then itās all yours,ā he spoke, picking a candy cane up off of the countertop, waving it around tauntingly. āIn fact,ā he continued. āIf you do it, Iāll give you three. And I find that to be a very generous offer.ā
Now, of course, Chris was not expecting you to go through with it. He knew how it would play out. You would scoff and tell him heās a creep, go to his brotherās room to take your nap, and wake up to a candy cane next to the pillow. Because thatās just how he was with you. He wanted to give you everything you asked for, but he had to have his fun with it every now and again. Unfortunately, he also didnāt have a filter when it came to you, and he could only pray that he hadnāt just fucked everything up.
āā¦O-Okay.ā
Chris inhaled sharply, resulting in him choking on his own saliva. He coughed a few times, his eyes watering. āI-ā¦Sorry?ā
āI said okay.ā You repeated, raising an eyebrow at him.
He examined your face for any trace of discomfort or playfulness, swallowing the lump in his throat as he realized you were serious. āYouāre being for real?ā he asked, earning a shrug from you. Chris shook his head, bringing the treat back to his lips. āNuh uh, none of that. Are you being serious?ā
āArenāt you?ā
Now it was Chrisās turn to be flustered. He hadnāt been expecting you to be soā¦compliant. So willing to do whatever he suggested, just for a piece of candy that probably costs about ten cents to make. His mouth went dry, his mind clouded only with thoughts of you. It wasnāt unfamiliar for him, he spent quite a lot of time thinking about you. How many nights he had spent dreaming about you, wishing you were laying beside him, imaging how soft you would feel against him. How gentle your touch would be, how warm your lips would feel against his.
It was just not something heād usually think about with you in the same room as himā¦five feet away from himā¦staring at him.
āSo,ā you continued, since it became evidently clear that he wasnāt going to. āFive secondsā¦thatās it.ā
Chris nodded once. It took a lot to render him speechless, and yet you had found a way to do just that.
With a sigh, you grasped the bottom of your t-shirt, lifting it up slowly. Chrisās gaze bore straight into you, watching intently. He had to stop himself from groaning when you paused halfway through, shooting him a playful glare. āNot a word about this to anybody, Christopher.ā
āYes maāam,ā he nodded. āYou know I wouldnāt tell no one, miss lady.ā
With his reassurance now verbalized, you felt your stomach twist up in knots as you finally lifted your shirt past your chest, the cold air in the room hitting you like a block of cement.
Chrisās eyes naturally flickered down. His lips parted, his breath catching in his throat. The candy cane fell from the corner of his mouth, clattering and snapping into pieces on the kitchen floor though it was the least of his concerns at the moment. He couldnāt tear his gaze away, admiring every single thing about them. He licked his lips; hungry, starved.
They were perfect. He couldnāt bring himself to look away, wanting the image of your supple breasts burned into his brain. As if he couldnāt be more obsessed with you, as if he didnāt want you enough. His pupils dilated at the sight of your nipples hardening. His heart pounded, blood pumping through his veins so fast that it was beginning to give him a head rush.
It hadnāt even registered in his head that he was moving closer to you, backing you into the island counter. His hands found their way to your bare waist, his fingers warm as they dug into your sides. You gasped, letting go of your shirt and letting it fall back over your chest as he lifted you with ease, sitting you on top of the counter while he slipped his way between your legs. It had all happened so fast, you had little to no time to process anything he was doing, not that you had any intentions of stopping him.
āC-Chris-ā
āTell me you want me to stop and I will,ā he breathed out, looking up into your eyes. He waited patiently for a response, giving you a chance to back out if it was too much. His gaze flickered down to your lips for a moment, his heart rate picking up. āPlease God donāt tell me to stop,ā he thought to himself.
āPlease, Chris,ā you exhaled.
And it was all he needed. He closed the space between you both, his hand instinctively moving to cup your cheek as he pressed his lips to yours. His lips were sticky, the lingering taste of peppermint on his breath. His other hand, still lingering on your waist, slowly began to slide up your side, taking the fabric of your shirt with it. A growl grew at the back of his throat as he kissed you with preconceived desire, a hunger thatās been burning in him since the day he had met you. An unrelenting need to have you all to himself.
He moved impossibly closer, pressing his hips against yours, the friction between you making a breathy moan escape him. āGod youāre so pretty,ā he panted against your lips, his trembling hand cupping your supple breast, palming it with a firm gentleness. Upon hearing your satisfied hums, his nervousness faded away into nothing. You were enjoying this. You were enjoying this just as much as he was.
He peppered soft kisses from the corner of your lips down to your jaw, nipping softly at the skin, his fingers gently pinching your nipple. Your hands found their way to his broad shoulders, grabbing onto him to keep yourself steady. Chrisās hips pressed forward at the contact, unable to control the ache throbbing between his legs. He let out a shaky exhale as you moved closer, your hips molding against his as you wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back.
He gave your breast a firm squeeze, which earned him another one of your beautiful sounds; Soft and breathy. Chris used his free hand to hold the fabric of your shirt up, leaving your chest completely exposed to him. He dipped his head down, groaning as he wrapped his lips around your hardened nipple. His tongue circled the sensitive bud, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked softly on it. āSo fuckinā pretty,ā he mumbled, the vibrations from his voice tickling your chest.
You let your head fall back, eyes fluttering closed as he continued. Chris instinctively released the fabric of your shirt, his hand slipping down to your lower back to hold you up. āYeah baby, does it feel nice?ā he asked. His voice was low and gruff, and the way he spoke to you made your core ache for more of him. He nipped gently at your breast, his teeth grazing over the skin, his canines holding a weightless threat. āI could tear you apart. Bite into you, devour you, rip you to shredsā¦I could sink my teeth right into your skin and never let go,ā he thought, dragging his teeth over the curve of your breast once again, hollowing his cheeks out like he had done before. āYou know the power I hold. You know that I could ruin you, that I could consume you until you were nothing, that i could sink my teeth right into your heartā¦and yet you show no fear. Because you know I would never do anything to hurt you. That I would rather die than inflict any pain onto you. You trust me to be gentle and to please you.ā
Chrisās hips instinctively bucked forward at the delicious sounds falling from your parted lips. His face flooded with heat when he felt your hips grinding up with his. He pulled back for a moment, watching the way your breast fell back into place, red and purple bruises scattered across the arch of your chest. Chris lifted his head up to look at you, the dazed look in your eyes driving him even crazier. Hungrily, Chris captured your lips in another kiss, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip.
āPrettiest fucking tits Iāve ever seen,ā he exhaled. The hand that had been entertaining your other breast finally released its hold on you, though it didnāt take long for him to find another place to put it. His fingers ran messily through your hair, palm resting on the back of your head as he kissed you.
You whimpered against his lips, your own hands moving away from his shoulders and finding their way up to his face. His unkempt facial hair prickled at your fingertips. Mirroring him, one of your hands slipped up into his hair as well. He grunted in response to feeling your fingernails dragging gently across his scalp, his cock straining against the fabric of his pyjama pants. āFuck,ā he panted, brushing his nose up against yours, his sweaty forehead meeting yours. āYou donāt even know what you fuckinā do to me.ā
āTell me,ā you breathed out, capturing his lips in a quick kiss. āI want to know what I do to youā¦please.ā
A low growl caught in the back of his throat. He slipped his fingers out of your hair and grasped your wrist. He guided your hand away from his cheek, trailing it down the front of his chest. āYou drive me fuckinā crazy,ā he whispered, continuing to guide your hand lower and lower. āYou make me feel like some kind of wild animal.ā Finally, your fingers gently brushed over the aching bulge in his pants. You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears, your head spinning as he applied a little force to your hand. āMakinā my dick so fuckinā hard. Dāyou even know how many fuckinā times Iāve thought about you like this?ā he mumbled lowly, releasing your wrist.
Satisfied that you didnāt move your hand away, Chris chuckled. He used his free hand to lift your shirt up again, a sharp slap ringing in the air as his hand struck your chest. Not hard, never enough to hurt, but just enough to make your skin tingle. You yelped softly at the contact, warranting a gentle kiss from him. āOh ām sorry, baby. Did that hurt?ā he cooed, his tone laced with faux concern. He did it again, this time to the other one, following it up with another gentle kiss to your lips. āYou need daddy to make it better?ā he grunted, striking your breast once more. His gaze darkened at the whine that escaped you, his teeth gnashing together.
It shouldnāt have surprised you that Chris had a daddy kink. Nothing about that combination seemed odd. Yet, here you were; cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, words caught in your throat, chest falling and rising with uneven breaths, lips parted as you tried to say something, anything. Chris caught on to your shy behavior, the corner of his lips curling up into a devilish half smile. āWhatās the matter? Not so tough now, are ya?ā he chuckled, his hot breath fanning over your face, traces of peppermint still lingering.
You swallowed thickly. āShut up.ā
āYeah?ā He tested, his nose gently bumping against yours. āWhy donāt you make me?ā he spoke lowly, his fingertips dragging along your chest to soothe the reddening skin. He dipped his hand beneath your bust, letting the weight of your breast sink into his palm. It was a feeling he would never get tired of. āPlease, make me shut up,ā he whispered, giving it a gentle but firm squeeze. āPlease baby, Iām begginā for it.ā
The way he was speakingā¦it was driving you crazy. From dominant and teasing one moment, to begging and pleading the next, it was beginning to make your brain feel cloudy. You could hardly keep up with it. Right when you thought you had processed his words and knew how to respond next, Chris would switch it up, leaving you stumbling over your words pathetically.
He knew this, of course; It was what he wanted. To dumb you down, to clear your head of anything besides him. At first he was afraid that you would catch on. Surely you were too smart to fall for his tricks. Too self aware to let his words corner you into submission. It surprised him to see just how easy it was to get you right where he wanted you. He loved it. āCome on, babyā¦canāt you see what you do to me?ā He asked in a faint whine, both of his hands now occupying your chest. Your mouth went dry at the feeling of his hips pressing closer, his bulge filling the palm of your hand that was still resting where he had left it.
Your fingers wrapped around the outline of his shaft, giving him a few strokes through the fabric of his pyjama pants. A sound of pure filth fell from Chrisās lips, his thumbs circling over your firm nipples, stopping every few seconds to give your breasts a squeeze.
You closed the very small space between the both of you, capturing his lips in another deep, passionate kiss. You licked his bottom lip, tasting what little remained of the sweet, sticky peppermint treat. His brain short circuited for a moment, and he found it difficult to keep up with your pace as you continued to touch him. His shaft strained against his pyjamas, begging to be set free. As you continued to tease him with painfully slow strokes, he began to lose patience. Chris slipped one of his hands down to the underside of your thigh, pulling your body impossibly closer to him. āKeep doinā that, mama. Jusā like that.ā
Chris dipped his head back down, his chestnut brown curls tickling your neck as his lips attached to your chest once more. You gasped at the feeling, your chest burning with a rosy heat. He hummed in satisfaction, his tongue flicking over your sensitive bud. āF-Feels g-good-ā you mewled, your head lulling to the side in an attempt to watch him. His chin gently brushed against your sternum, his head tilting up just enough for him to meet your eyes. It was only for a moment, but the eye contact made your tummy flutter with nerves. His piercing blue eyes had you entranced, frozen under his gaze. He was in controlā¦
That was, at least, until you slipped your hand under the waistband of his pants.
His hips bucked at the contact of your skin against his. Chris grunted, the sound being muffled by your chest as he sucked another possessive mark into your skin. The moment your fingers wrapped around his shaft, he lost any ounce of self control that he had left. Chrisās jaw dropped, his tongue darting out to circle your sensitive nipple. āF-Fuck, donā stop, baby,ā he breathed out, his words hot and heavy against your chest. He nosed softly at the side of your breast, kissing and sucking at the center. āCāmon, you wanna make daddy feel good too, right? Cāmon baby- f-fuck-ā
You laughed softly, your chest rising and falling in an uneven pattern. You gave his cock a few strokes, your thumb delicately sliding over the tip. He grunted again. Chris used every ounce of self restraint to keep himself from thrusting his hips. He wanted to, more than anything. He spent years dreaming of having a moment like this with you, it almost felt too good to be true. And, unlike when he would jerk off alone in his room, lost in his daydreams of you, this wasnāt his hand. This wasnāt just in his head. This was real.
And he was not going to last.
āF-Fuck-ā he whimpered. Chrisās arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you as close as he physically could. His hand pressed against your back, he could feel the arch as you lost the ability to hold yourself up on your own. Feeling you melt against him made his stomach flip, your smaller frame falling into his grasp. He slowly rocked his hips forward, his face heating up with a blush as warmth flooded his body. He kept his pace steady and slow, he didnāt want to come off too desperate. He also didnāt want to cum faster than he already knew he was going to. āYouāre gonna fuckinā kill me, baby,ā Chris whispered, retracting his hips just to push them forward again, his cock slipping through your fist with ease. His precum coated your fingers, a sticky, wet sound following with each thrust he made.
You kissed his forehead softly, earning his attention. Chris lifted his head to look at you with hooded eyes and parted lips. He leaned in, your lips muffling another possessive growl from him. āMakinā me feel so fuckinā good,ā he whispered, between kisses. A whorish moan slipped from his lips, his cock throbbing as his stomach began to tighten. āSuch a good fuckinā girl, takinā such good care of me-ā
āSuch a good boy,ā you interrupted, nipping softly at his bottom lip. His breath caught in his throat at your words. āSucking on my tits, making me feel so good, baby,ā you praised him softly, pulling his waistband down with your free hand as you began to pick up the speed with your other. It was unfair that you couldnāt look at it, you could only imagine just how delicious his cock looked. āYou think youāre so big and bad, but you love being a good boy for me, donāt you?ā you teased.
He lost the pace you had been keeping, his hips bucking sporadically in a desperate attempt to build his orgasm closer and closer. You smiled. He wasnāt going to last much longer. āYou do anything I ask, just like a good boy should-ā
āY-Yeah- f-fuck yeah, keep ta-alking,ā he exhaled.
āYou were gonna give me a candy cane either way, werenāt you?ā You purred, giving his shaft a gentle squeeze. Chris groaned, his hand slamming down onto the counter, his knuckles going white as he dug his fingernails into the slick granite. His sweaty palm slipped along the countertop, making it difficult for him to hold himself upright. Your core ached at the sight of him, clearly desperate to hold on and last, but also in a state of undeniable pure ecstasy. āYou just couldnāt help yourself huh, baby? You just wanted to see my tits so badā¦you just needed an excuse, isnāt that right?ā
He grunted, sweat forming at his brow. Chris ducked his head into the dip of your neck and shoulder, his teeth grazing over your skin. The pace of his hips quickened, his wet cock slipping through your fingers. His face was hot, shades of red flooding his cheeks. Embarrassed by his desperate state, he whimpered. āGonna cum,ā he panted, biting softly at your neck.
āAnd what if I just stopped?ā you suggested, loosening your grip just the tiniest bit.
Chris whined, nuzzling his head closer, his hand slipping against the counter again. āN-N-No! F-Fuck, god please ām s-so fuckinā close. P-Please baby, donā stop. Need y-you to ma-ake me cum- sh-shit please donā stop-ā he rambled, his eyes glossing over. āNeeded th-this for sā long. Wanted you for sā long. Please, baby, ām fuckinā begginā ya,ā Chris continued.
Your free hand found its way to his hair, your fingers threading through it gently. āSuch a needy little thing,ā you giggled softly. āI like you like this,ā you teased.
Chris growled. He had many things he wanted to say in response to that, but he knew to keep his mouth shut. He couldnāt risk being denied an orgasm, not now. Not when he had waited years to finally have you all to himself. āC-Cā¦ā
āYou gonna cum, baby?ā you teased him. You could feel him nodding his head, his hair tickling your face and his stubble prickling your skin.
āPlease, p-please, p-lease f-fuh-fuck plea-ease.ā His breath was hot on your neck, his lips still faintly sticky with sweet sugary peppermint as he kissed and mouthed at your skin. It only took a few more pumps from your hand to send him over the edge.
His vision went white, his brain melting as the tightening in his stomach finally released. Pornographic sounds spewed from his lips, muffled by your skin. Chrisās hips continued to mindlessly thrust as ribbons of white hot cum coated your hand and forearm. The pace had slowed as he rode out his high, but still he continued to hump your hand pathetically. He had lost any and all muscle control in his jaw at this point; his lips parted and a string of drool making its way down his chin.
āOh my god,ā he groaned. His voice was raspy and dry, probably from all of the whining he had been doing. He swallowed thickly, attempting to catch his breath. He pushed himself back into an upright position, looking down at you with a piercing gaze. You gently released his shaft, looking at the mess he had made.
āIām so-ā he began, but he shut up the second he saw your fingers slide along your bottom lip, his creamy seed dripping down the corner of your mouth as you cleaned up his mess. You looked up at him through your lashes, a smile forming on your lips.
āI think that was a little longer than five seconds,ā you pointed out, sucking softly on your index finger.
Chris licked his lips, chuckling at your smartass comment. Nothings changed. Things can stay exactly the way they were. He tucked his cock back into his pants, leaning back in towards you, his hands flat out on the countertop on either side of you. āYouāre a dumbass, yāknow that?ā he mumbled.
You playfully rolled your eyes, grinning at him. āYou love me,ā you teased.
āYes, I do,ā he thought to himself, warmth flooding his chest as he admired you. Even like this, messy hair and flushed skin, he thought you were the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. And even though he wanted to tell you, he couldnāt. Itās not the right time.
āWell, Iām a man of my word,ā he smirked. Chris reached behind you, grabbing a small handful of the candy canes he had been snacking on previously. He handed two of them to you, bringing another one up to his lips. Chris tore the wrapper off with his teeth before he brought it to your lips, smiling as you happily took it from him.
He looked down at your exposed chest again, licking his lips as he admired the work he had accomplished. Numerous dark hickies painted across your breasts, your nipples raw from him sucking on them like a popsicle. He reached out and gently pulled your shirt back down, allowing your poor aching breasts a break from himā¦for now.
Chris brought both of his hands to your thighs and you furrowed your brow as he sunk down onto his knees. āWhat are you doing?ā you asked him, crunching down gently on the candy cane, sweet peppermint flooding your tastebuds.
Chris looked up at you and smiled. āSilly girl, you didnāt think I was gonna let you make me look like a little bitch and get away with it, did you?ā he chuckled lowly. In an instant, he yanked you to the edge of the countertop. He licked his lips as his eyes locked with yours.
āNow be a good girl for daddy and just enjoy your candy cane.ā
Authors Note: i originally had more christmas prompts written out but i got busy with work and stuff so i didnāt have time to do any of it. My bad guys.
IN WHICH.. chris makes you swallow all your pointless insults by fucking you rough
šš dom!chris, pet names, swearing, degradation, p in v, creampie, fem!reader, unprotected sex, and ROUGH chris (def missing some things)
šš wc: 1228
you could push him, yell at him, spit as many insults as you pleased. because at the end, chris would make you swallow every hateful word and replace it for a plea or an agonizing moan. you weren't as feisty as you pretended, not when he forced all the air out of your lungs with each thrust of his hips.
"weren't you bitchin' about me just a moment ago, ma?" his lips hovered over your ear as he spoke, twitching in a smirk.
"whereād all that āi hate youā bullshit now, huh?" chris grunted, honing in on pounding you to the point you were almost swooning underneath him.
āo-oh fucā māfuck you c-chris.ā you whimpered, trying to talk back through countless broken moans.
you were a good girl, his good little slut. his pride was getting a kick out of having you mewling beneath him. the feeling was addicting and all the way consuming. he liked how easy it was to make a good mess out of you, so pathetic and desperate.
āhey listen,ā chris starts, "you're in no place to get mouthy when you're all messy and whimpering like that for me." he sneers, forcing your head to look at him, making you witness how his eyes darkened as he drank the sight of you.
you were a picture of perfection. your face flushed up and your hair disheveled and tangled between his fingers, just how he always imagines.
chris loved how broken apart you looked. he enjoyed watching you unravel in his hands and at his mercy. it was as if you were only born for him to play with.
he kept relishing in the fact that beneath your fiery tongue and sharp bite you were completely helpless and exposed to him. you were all his, as much as he was yours, whether you liked it or not.
you tried to prevent more of his strong, rough strokes, but as you went to speak you only let out small cries and moans. not being able to form complete words nor sentences in your fucked out state.
"i can't understand a word you're saying when you're making all these useless moans and cries ma.ā chris teased, grabbing you by the waist and turning you on your hands and knees. ābut I like hearing those noises leaving your pretty lips.ā
"mābut it seems like i might have to find a better use for that mouth of yours, huh?" chris rasped and slammed all his length into you in one thrust. his words were just another way to toy with you. he knew that nothing could make you shut up faster than himself.
"or are you still gonna act like a little slut and insult me after?" he chuckles into your ear, his breath warm against your skin. he knew what effect his voice had on you, the way it made you shiver with both hate and need. you were a paradox, and chris loved to exploit that, to push your buttons and make you lose control.
you donāt answer, pushing yourself back against his dick, and matching the rhythm of his pelvis meeting your soft ass.
"tell me how much you hate me, slut." he said in a low tone, nipping at the skin on your shoulder. he wanted to hear you say it, to confirm that it was you who was completely at his mercy now.
āmmphā i-i hate you, i h-hate you māso much, you say, looking over your shoulder with eyes that show different emotions. āi hate everything about you.ā a moan leaving your throat.
"just to let you know," chris breathed out against the shell of your ear, his voice husky and gravelly. "i don't believe a word that's coming out of your pretty little mouth. but you're cute when you're mad, so keep going, mama.ā
countless insults and curses fell from your lips, chris blantanly ignoring them as he continued to pound into from behind.
he knew that you were trying to maintain an air of anger, but he could feel the way you trembled and shuddered as his lips grazed against your skin in a ghost of a kiss. the way your body responded to him made it clear that you were just as into this as he was, regardless of the words coming out of your mouth.
your body begin to become like putty in his hands, the pleasure being the only thing flooding your mind as you orgasm grew closer and closer.
chris couldn't resist the way you melted so easily in his touch, surrendering to the intensity of it all. he was enjoying every second of this, the way you tried to maintain control and failed miserably at it. it was like a challenge to him to see how far he could push you, how much he could make you come undone for him.
"oh come on, ma,ā chris purred, trailing a path of hot kisses down the back of your neck. he could feel your resistance slipping, your body becoming more and more relaxed as he continued to toy with you. "i really thought you weren't going to give in so easily."
his left hand slid down your bare thigh, squeezing the skin there possessively. he loved how responsive you were to him, how he could make you gasp and whimper with just a simple touch. "don't you hate me, hm?" chris taunted, his voice dripping with mock innocence.
āmādonāt stop chris,ā you moan, the sheets collected in your fists as you held tightly onto them.
chris let out a deep, rich chuckle. his hand still squeezing your thigh, causing jolts of pleasure to shoot through your body. he knew exactly what you wanted and how much you wanted it.
"youāre so desperate for me, arenāt you?" he teased, his voice was low and rough. "canāt even deny it now, huh?"
āoh fuck,ā you muttered, feeling chrisās tip abuses your g-spot repeatedly. he groans out when he feels you suffocate him with your fleshy walls, feeling him twitch inside you.
ākeep doing that ma and i might have to just paint your walls with my cum.ā he grunts, gripping your hip in his right hand as he plunged into you at a faster pace.
your jaw went slack due to the pace of his strokes, the knot in your lower stomach close to snapping.
āmāclose chris.ā you moan, needing to get your release. āhold it.ā he grunted, moving his hand from your thigh to grasps onto the other side of you hip.
you whine in protest, not thinking you can wait any longer.
āiām almost there mama, just wait fāme,ā chris says, not slowing his pace at all as he chased his high.
āi-iām cuminā, o-oh myā chris,ā numerous moans escaping your mouth as you came, chrisās strokes not stopping as he reaches his peak.
āmāyouāre so perfect.ā he groans, his hot, sticky cum covering your walls. you could feel the spurts of his fluids being pumped inside you. chris stays inside you for a little longer before pulling out, seeing the mix of your release with his dripping out your sore cunt.
the bed squeaks as you fall forward against it, small pants being heard throughout the room.
āyāstill hate me?ā chris asks, a smirk embedded on his face.
a/n: ā the ending is so rushed it pains me , smh
įÆ you're wearing one of vinnie's hoodies and he can't help but express how beautiful you look in his clothing.
warning(s) fluffāsmutābreast play ļ¾ nipple playāexplicit language. š¼ writers block is a pain in my fucking ass. eighteen plus! adult content | minors do NOT interact.
you were nestled against the headboard of your bed, lazily scrolling through your phone as hera dozed cozily in your lap. soft patters of rain could be heard gently falling outside the windows, the steady rhythm adding to the cozy atmosphere. your furry companion let out a contented sigh in her sleep, and you smiled down at her fondly while scratching behind her ears.
it was rare for LA to see such a heavy downpour, the skies an unusually dark gray for the normally sunny city. you were certainly not complaining, enjoying the excuse to have a lazy, indoor day tucked safely in bed. your fingers wandered absently to the front pocket of the oversized black hoodie you were wearing, trying not to smile too hard as you thought of its rightful owner. it was vinnie's favorite seattle sweatshirt you had "borrowed" from his closet the other day, hoping it still smelled faintly of his cologne.
pulling the hood up over your head, you inhaled deeply and sighed happily at the lingering traces of vinnie's scent surrounding you like a comforting hug. the material was worn and soft against your skin, and combined with hera's comforting weight on your lap it made for the perfect cozy atmosphere for a lazy rainy day. you could hear Vinnie talking animatedly in the other room as he streamed, his voice slightly muffled through the walls but still bringing a smile to your face at his enthusiasm and humor.
time passed lazily as you switched between browsing apps on your phone and petting hera, perfectly contented for the foreseeable future. before long though, you started to hear things winding down in the other room, vinnie's voice growing quieter as the stream came to an end. hera picked her sleepy head up at the sound of approaching footsteps, tail wagging lethargically. the bedroom door opened to reveal vinnie, his face breaking into a blindingly happy grin upon seeing you curled up cozily in bed.
"hey baby," he greeted warmly, padding over at hera's insistent tail wags. you returned his smile, heart melting as it always did at his overflowing affection. "hey. stream go well?" vinnie flopped down playfully beside you both, immediately fussing over hera's silky ears. "yeah, it was chill, played a few rounds with jett and jordan. hope you guys weren't too bored without me." you rolled your eyes playfully. "we managed to entertain ourselves somehow, don't worry."
hera stood and stretched her legs before hopping off the bed, clearly sensing you would both appreciate some alone time now. vinnie's eyes flickered to your attire, an unreadable expression crossing his features. "is that... my hoodie?" he asked slowly, suddenly seeming uncharacteristically shy as a blush rose on his cheeks. you suddenly felt bashful too under his intense gaze, pulling the drawstrings teasingly. "maybe. found it in the closet and it looked cozy." his grin turned a shade more playful and hungry.
"it looks way better on you though, i gotta say." leaning closer until your noses almost touched, he added lowly, "you just look so pretty wearing my clothes, baby." before you could respond or even register the unexpected compliment fully, vinnie's lips were on yours, kissing you firmly yet gently. you squeaked in surprise against his lips, hands grasping his hoodie strings in shock before relaxing into the affection. his kisses were always soft yet passionate, somehow conveying all his underlying adoration without words.
you kissed him back fervently, eyes fluttering shut to savor the butterflies his touch always sparked anew within you. vinnie shifted impossibly closer, hand sliding up your neck to cradle your jaw as he deepened the kiss hungrily. a soft moan escaped your throat at the intimacy, head spinning deliciously at his sudden ardor. when you finally parted for air, vinnie traced light pecks along your flushed cheeks and forehead, smile sheepish yet vibrant with undisguised fondness.
"sorry, you just looked so pretty wearing my stuff, i couldn't help myself." you chuckled, heart, swelling almost uncomfortably full. his honest displays of affection never failed to overwhelm you with joy and self-confidence. running your fingers through the soft hairs at his nape, you tugged him back for another long, lingering kiss, pouring all your wordless adoration into it. vinnie rumbled happily in his chest, embrace growing bolder as he maneuvered you onto your back, settling flush between your thighs.
his insistent kisses soon had you gasping and grasping at his broad shoulders, lost in sensations only he could invoke so thoroughly. when you parted again, vinnie gazed down at you with eyes dark yet piercingly tender, taking your breath away all over again. "i love you," he murmured, voice raw with sincerity. your own throat grew tight, at the open care and devotion in his words and countenance. "i love you too," you replied in an undertone, willing your love to shine through as purely in your hushed confession.
vinnie's beaming smile could have rivaled the sun itself in radiance, illuminated with unbridled affection for you that never ceased to humble and hearten your soul. dipping his head once more, he slanted his lips sweetly, slowly over yours as if to seal that intangible bond binding your hearts and lives inextricably together. the rain pattered calmly on as you lost yourself in his kiss, all external distractions falling away until only you both existed in that singular connection.
eager hands began to roam and explore more hungrily, re-memorizing hidden curves and dips through the familiar layers separating flesh from flesh. a breathy moan sounded when vinnie delicately nipped your bottom lip, granting him immediate entrance to slip his talented tongue inside in a teasing caress. his kisses left you lightheaded and aching for more, a fire igniting low in your belly imploring to be stoked higher.
you scratched lightly at his scalp through soft curls, delighting in the rumbling growl emanating deep within his chest at the intimate contact. vinnie always responded so carnally yet tenderly to your every touch, making you feel cherished yet irresistibly desired all at once. he balanced worshipping and seeking worship so effortlessly it left your head spinning. your wandering palms traced the chiseled planes of his back through his shirt before skimming lower, gripping his flexing backside to grind your heat against his thickening clothed length.
a guttural groan rumbled from his throat, grinding his hardening cock insistently against your clothed core in retaliation. his questing fingers trailed teasingly up your ribs before closing gently around your throbbing breasts, kneading lightly through the layers separating skin from his eager touch. you cried out softly at the twin sensations of pleasure assaulting your heated nerves, chasing the delightful friction between your joined bodies with ever growing desperation.
"baby, you feel so fucking good," vinnie grounds out, releasing your kiss-swollen lips to mouth hotly along the length of your throat. your answering moan was wantonly loud at the stimulation of the skin on hot skin, arching invitingly into his talented mouth as he sucked purple marks into the delicate flesh. his large palms continued massaging your aching mounds before slipping lower, fingertips dancing along the hem of your stolen sweatshirt to graze the soft skin beneath teasingly.
you keened high in your throat at the electrified tingles racing across your flesh, tangling your fingers in vinnie's soft curls to guide his greedy mouth back up to claim your lips once more. his tongue dueled ardently with yours as his palms finished hiking the oversized hoodie up your torso, calloused fingers rediscovering every curve and dip of your torso. your nipples pebbled tightly at the chilled air hitting your now bare skin, aching desperately for his touch once more.
as if sensing your need, vinnie palmed your breasts, simultaneously sucking your bottom lip between his teeth to tug playfully. you gasped at the sensation, arching higher into the cage of his massive frame with abandon. vinnie's low groan of approval sent fresh heat spiraling low in your belly, hips canting needily up in search of friction. his deft touch rolled and pinched your delicate buds expertly, coaxing breathy cries of bliss from your parted lips with each practiced twist and caress.
just when you thought you couldn't take anymore electrified pleasure, vinnie surprised you by trailing open-mouthed kisses lower, tracing a path down your throat, between your breasts, stopping to lavish extra attention on your aching nipples. hot tears pricked your eyes at the sheer bliss of his hot mouth closing around one tiny peak, flicking his tongue determinedly as his calloused palm rolled the twin bud tantalizingly. the sensations were almost unbearably exquisite, limbs trembling uncontrollably as climax approached fiercely.
"vinnie," you gasped brokenly, carding your fingers urgently through his hair to hold him impossibly closer against your heaving chest.
he hummed approvingly against your tender flesh, sending delicious vibrations all the way to your core. he switched his eager mouth to your other longing peak, lavishing equal attention until you were keening deliriously beneath him.
"you're so perfect," he breathed hotly, kissing a path lower still until stopping to meet your desperate gaze. his eyes shone with unrestrained longing and adoration that stole what little breath remained in your lungs. "can i taste you, sweet girl?"
you could only whimper and nod frantically, beyond coherent words in your haze of need. vinnie didn't hesitate, grasping the waistband of your biker shorts and panties in one large hand to tug down your legs with practiced efficiency. cool air caressed your bare heat for mere moments before his scalding mouth replaced the void, licking a broad stripe directly up your dripping slit.
"oh!" you cried out piercingly, back arching off the mattress at the exquisitely electric contact. vinnie hummed approvingly, swirling his tongue around your throbbing clit in tight, teasing circles. your hands flew to grasp at his soft hair desperately, bucking helplessly into his greedy mouth as ecstasy ricocheted through every vein.
he lapped eagerly at your slick folds, greedily drinking in your essence like a man dying of thirst. his finger toyed teasingly at your clenching entrance, just barely grazing inside to elicit high-pitched keens of pure bliss. vinnie swirled his gifted tongue expertly around your swollen bud, sucking it between his lips to lavish intoxicating suction before parting to trace figure eights in long, languid strokes.
white hot pleasure spiraled impossibly higher with each practiced stroke of his talented muscle, muscles contracting tightly in your impending release. "vinnie, i'm so close," you whimpered, fingers tugging pleadingly at his curls. he groaned appreciatively against your weeping core, the vibrations shooting straight to your tightening core.
fingers curled expertly inside your clasping walls in tandem with his tireless oral ministrations, coaxing you fluidly over the precipice with unparalleled skill. colors exploded violently behind your screwed-shut lids as your climax crashed over you in immense, rolling waves, muscles spasming uncontrollably around vinnie's digits. he lapped eagerly through your pulsing release, helping you ride out every aftershock before trailing gentle kisses back up your quivering form.
vinnie pressed tender kisses along your heaving chest as you descended from ecstatic highs, mind blank yet abuzz. his lips paused to suckle gently at your distended nipples once more, stoking flickers of fresh pleasure through your satiated nerves.
"you taste so sweet," he murmured against your fluttering skin, lust-hazy eyes flickering up to gauge your receptiveness. finding your gaze hooded yet eager, vinnie's lips quirked in a lazy smirk. "but we aren't finished just yet, princess."
his muscular frame caged you back into the plush mattress, grinding the substantial length still confined by his jeans against your sensitive core. you moaned at the delicious friction, hips canting up greedily to meet each roll. vinnie's lips captured yours in a searing kiss, allowing you to taste your essence on his eager tongue.
your hands roamed hungrily over his straining muscles, urgency resurging tenfold at his evident desire yet tenderness. never ceasing his attentive grinding, vinnie rid himself of constraining layers with practiced efficiency, freeing his thick cock to nuzzle teasingly at your slick entrance.
a shuddering gasp tore from your throat at the scalding contact, simultaneously begging for fulfillment yet cherishing the lingering intimacy. vinnie reached between you to languidly circle your swollen clit once more, coaxing thighs to part impossibly wider on a broken cry.
"you ready?" he rasped, peering down with such care you felt fit to burst. all you could do was whimper and nod frantically, clutching at his broad shoulders as your bodies joined with marvelous perfection.
disclaimer: the following content is not suitable for an underage audience. please, if you are a minor do not interact in any way or form. thank you. check the trigger warning before reading, enjoy!
t.w: inappropriate language, unprotected sex (don't), a tiny bit of degrading language, jealousy, alcohol, I think nothing more.
a.n: soo...i'm impatient. i had planned to post this story on the 31st, once the poll ended, but i really don't like to wait that much. however, the results are clear: chris smut won with the 52.9%!
when you spot your boyfriend chris flirting with another girl at the Halloween party, you decide to take the matter in your hands and make him jealous thanks to matt. what you don't know, is that chris is keeping a close eye on you.
āi really donāt wanna go to this stupid party, nick.ā
āi know, but you know what?ā nick put his hands on my shoulders, a gentle yet firm grip. he looked at me in the eyes, then said āat least you look hot as fuck, and thatās all that matters. walk through those doors as if your pussy is made out of gold, and see what happens.ā
i smiled at my best friend. with new-found confidence, i walked towards the doors, swaying my hips in my skimpy DCC cheerleaders white shorts that left nothing to the imagination. nick followed right through, adjusting the fake fangs in his mouth. he was one hell of a hot vampire.Ā
as we entered the halloween-decorated fraternity of our college, we were immediately pulled aside by matt, who was waiting for us right at the entrance. blue and purple lights caressed his face, creating weird shadows all around.
āfuckinā finally! what took you so long?ā
āare your eyes actually open? donāt you see how hot we both look? good things are always the last to arrive.ā i chuckled as nick pulled me in a side hug to prove a point to his brother.
i eyed matt up and down one last time. even in the weird colored lights, i noticed that something was off. āwait, why arenāt you dressed up?āĀ
ācause iām getting the fuck out of here, i was waiting for you two just because i donāt want to leave chris here under the influence without one of us to check on him.ā
āheās already drunk?ā
āyeah, you surprised?ā
i looked around, trying to find that dumb-fuck, with no luck.Ā
ācāmon, letās get the party started!ā nick grabbed my hand, pushing through the crowd of sweaty and dressed up people to get us to the drinks.
ādo you want to drink anything?ā he screamed loud enough for me to understand him over the blasting music. i shook my head, still trying to find chris. i picked at my skin, worry eating me alive: where the fuck was he? he was drunk, what if he did something stupid, or worse, dangerous?
then, i spotted him: hidden in the corner of the room with some random girl, running his hand through his hair held back by the headband of his basketball player costume. she was talking about something, and i could see clearly the strand of blonde hair that he was playing with twirling in his hand as he leaned on the wall, with the cocky grin of someone who believes that he has the world at his feet.
i felt a wave of nausea hit me, hands shaking by my sides.Ā
nick followed my gaze, spotting his brother. his hand stopped midway, the red cup never reaching his lips. āno wayā¦ā he whispered. weirdly enough, i heard that.Ā
just as i was ready to leave everything and get the fuck out of there, nick stopped me.
ālet me go, nick, i donāt want to spend another second here.ā
āabsolutely not.ā
ānick, please.ā tears pricked at my eyes, making it hard for me to keep them back.
āi can bet you a hundred bucks right now that heās trying to work you up. two can play that stupid game, y/n, and you've got plenty of people who've been eyeing you up and down since we arrived. go out there and get him back."
i took a napkin, drying my tears before they could fall and ruin my makeup.
an idea popped up in my mind. i turned towards the door, spotting matt, ready to leave.
"nick, quick, how mean would it be if i took revenge with matt?"
"honestly? a lot", he begun, pulling out his phone, dialling matt's number. "but you know what? i support women's rights as well as women's wrongs. go do your thing, baby."
we watched as matt picked up the phone, turning towards us. nick told him to come to us before he left, and so he did.
"matt, go and dance with y/n. don't ask questions, we'll explain everything later."
matt looked at me with a puzzled look on his face, but he didn't complain when i pulled him through the crowd, right in the middle of the room.
"i'm sorry, matt, just a little payback to your dumb brother."
i briefly explained to him what happened, what we saw, and nick's idea, so that he knew what was actually happening.
"you know what? i need a tiny bit of alcohol in me, then we can truly give chris payback."
i watched as one of his friends brought him a red cup. he gulped it down, waiting for the alcohol to hit.
and when it did, we had the best night ever: we laughed, danced, twirled together. soon enough, everyone's eyes were on us, some were judging, others having fun with us. at a certain point i might have drunk something too, cause i found myself grinding against matt. and god knows how private we actually are around each other in our daily life.
i felt matt's hands travelling up my sides, pushing his hips against mine, making me feel his erection. i threw my head back against his shoulder as he placed wet kisses down my neck, hands squeezing me closer to him. soft breaths came out of my parted lips, losing myself in the moment: maybe it was the alcohol, or the music, or the knowledge that everyone does some dumb shit during halloween night and then act the next day like nothing happened, but i had a strong urge to grab him and kiss him, to feel his lips dance on mine, our bodies so close one another that they physically couldn't get closer.
just as i turned around, intoxicated enough to actually kiss him, a strong hand pulled me away from my friend.
"wha-" i turned around, welcomed by the sight of a pissed off chris: jaw clenched, eyes fixed on a spot in front of him, dragging me around the room, elbowing whoever dared to step in front of him.
i tried to free myself from his grip, pulling and tugging with all my might, but he didn't even bulge a tiny bit. "where the fuck do you think you are taking me-"
"quiet."
"chris i swear-"
"shut the fuck up," he growled. he dragged me up the stairs, stopping in front of a door. he opened it and pushed me inside.
he locked the door behind me, pushing me against it. his lips immediately found mine, kissing me roughly. it was an angry kiss, a forceful one. it was screaming vendetta, jealousy, hurt.
i tugged at his hair as his tongue made its way in my mouth. his hands gripped my hips, so hard that i was sure they would leave marks. he hooked his hand under my knee, pushing my leg up and around his waist. i tiptoed with the other leg, trying to gain a bit of height.
chris pressed his erection right against my pussy, grinding slightly to tease me.
"chris," i moaned, every little noise swallowed by his lips.
"such a whore," he growled, lifting me up. both my legs wrapped around his waist to steady myself, as my back hit the door behind me. from this new position, i could feel his tip pushing right at my entrance.
"you really had to go all out and fuck my brother, didn't you? such a needy slut."
"the only slut here is you, flirting with that little friend of yours."
he snorted, clearly pissed off at my comeback.
"you really have no idea of what is coming, ma."
chills ran down my spine at that threat, at his dark voice and blown out pupils. he had the look of someone ready to eat you alive, and that was probably his intent.
"how pathetic," he mumbled before ripping apart the tight fabric of my shorts, leaving me completely bare.
i gasped, trying to pull away. "my shorts!"
"oh please," he started, "they were covering nothing. you could walk out there like this and no one would notice the difference."
he pressed me harder against the door as he pulled down his pants, just enough for his dick to spring out.
"hope matt got you wet enough," he chuckled ironically, then pushed himself right in, to the brim.
a chocked out moan left my lips, as chris started thrusting fast and hard inside me.
"oh chris- fuck."
"yeah? feels good? bet matt couldn't fuck you like i do."
i threw my head against the door while i clawed at his back, his jersey stopping me from leaving marks all over his back.
"ngh- so big, chris...please," i whimpered, trying to adjust to his size and rhythm. chris's lips attached to my neck, leaving kisses all around. as his mouth travelled down to my cleavage, he started to bite and nip at my skin, making sure that it would bruise.
"fuck-," he pulled out, quickly putting me down and bending me over the desk right by the door. whose room was that, again?
he pushed himself right in again, gripping my hips. he pounded into me so hard that the desk was banging against the wall with every thrust.
the room filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, moans and groans as the music resonated faintly.
"such- a whore, fuck!" i felt him shudder; his hand flew quickly at the base of his cock, squeezing slightly to prevent himself from cumming yet.
"you're fuckin'mine, got that? mine."
one hand grabbed my asscheek, slapping it right after. and then again, and again, until i was left trembling and crying, overstimulated from the pleasure and pain that he was inflicting me.
his thrusts grew sloppy and unsteady as he approached his release. "chris, please, please, i wanna cum so bad" i sniffled, gripping the desk until my knuckles turned white to ground myself.
"no."
"please-"
"you can hold it. you're not cumming until i tell you to."
i bit my hand lightly, trying to focus on his orders. but it was just so hard, and he was fucking me just so good, hitting that sweet spot over and over again, that i knew i couldn't last for much longer.
a low guttural moan escaped from chris's lips as my walls clenched around him hard, pushing both of us even closer to our orgasms.
with a particular deep thrust, he tipped over the edge, spilling inside me, filling me with his hot cum. he groaned relieved as he thrusted slow and soft inside me, riding the waves of his climax.
i screamed, unable to contain my orgasm anymore, shaking as i came down from my high. i whimpered, laying down on the desk, the cool wood making me shiver all around.
"good job, ma," he whispered, stroking my back and kissing my shoulder. "such a good girl f'me, hm?"
his arms wrapped around my waist, helping me up. i leaned into him, grabbing his jersey for support.
"was i too rough?" i shook my head, leaning back to look at him in the eyes. a question bursted out, unable to stay put anymore.
"who was that girl?" chris looked taken back by the sudden question, but he had no problem answering. he shrugged, "i have no idea, i just wanted to work you up. you always give your best with angry sex."
i looked at him flabbergasted, ready to actually pick up a fight. "chris i swear-"
"shush mamas, let's get you something to actually cover up, hm? don't wanna go out there covered in marks and with no pants on, right?"
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yk what i should fly to the USA just to experience Halloween the American way, that shit seems so much fun i swear.
hope you enjoyed it! happy, spooky Halloween everyone!
that girl bodyshaming nick is so embarrassing. commenting on ANYONEāS body regardless if you know them personally or not is not funny or okay. even if you think certainly of someoneās body donāt publicly voice your opinion. that is just straight up disgusting. and if youāre my mutual and you liked that post pls unfollow me i donāt support any sort of bosyshaming. youāre also ugly if you bodyshame sorry not sorry!!!
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