kandi has an encounter with chris at a party . . .
contains: a bit of degradation, oral ( f & m), face riding, cum eating?, fingering, no fucking, pet names (doll, love, baby), praising, size kink?, let me know if i missed anything.
pairing: rich!chris x stripper!kandi
know before you read: lowercase intended.
word count: 605
“come on! you haven’t went out much other than work and this is the perfect opportunity to change that!”
you and your bestfriend are in your room while she’s trying to convince you to go to this party her friend is throwing.
the only thing that’s making you consider it? chris will most likely be there, and after that one night? yeah. you definitely want to see him.
“only if we go to find new dresses. if i go, i need to have a new dress to wear.”
she grins. “that’s my girl. get ready, we’re leaving right now.”
you groan. “fine.”
after finishing your makeup, hair, and everything else, you two go to find new dresses.
you guys look through the dresses and try some on for about an hour and a half. until she finds the perfect dress for you, and you know it’ll catch his attention.
“try it on. please!” she practically whines.
after trying it on, you already know that it’s the one. it’s a red, halter dress, that goes all the way down your legs.
^^ example of the dress
later when you guys get to the party, you two go inside and immediately get drinks.
you hear a familiar voice behind you. “you look good.”
you turn around, breath instantly catching in your throat.
“i could say the same about you.”
“come upstairs with me?” he asks, eyes drifting up and down your body, to which you nod to.
you two go up the stairs, going into the first empty bedroom.
“you knew i was going to be here, hm?” he smirks. “needed me that bad, such a slut.”
“maybe. maybe not.”
you walk towards him and take his belt off, then his pants. you get down onto your knees.
“are you gonna make me feel good, doll? the way i made you feel good that night?”
you nod, pulling off his boxers, moaning at his size. wrapping your lips around his cock, he groans. you move your head back and forth around him.
he grips your hair with one hand and the sheets with the other. he bites down on his bottom lip, trying not to moan at the sight of you looking up at him.
about five minutes later, “fuck- m’gonna cum, baby..” to which you move your head faster, helping him reach his peak.
he cries out as he cums, orgasm crashing over him, you swallowing all of it. you pull back, “open your mouth and stick out your tongue, love.” he asks, seeing if you swallowed all of his load.
“such a good girl.” he groans out when he sees that you did. “sit on my face, doll.” you obey, taking your panties off and straddling his face. his tongue immediately dives into your pussy.
you gasp, trying to push away, though he immediately pulls you back down, pushing his tongue into your clit. “take it like the whore you are..” he mutters against your skin.
his kitten licks soon turn into long, stripes along your folds. he sucks on your clit, determined to make you cum.
“fuck..m’so close..” you whine, grinding down on his tongue. he slides two fingers into your pussy beside his tongue. moving both expertly, fingers curling perfectly inside of you and tongue eating you out eagerly, you soon reach your orgasm.
you cum all over his tongue and mouth, him licking it all up off of you. you get off his face with wobbly legs. he gets up and goes to grab things to clean you up.
“you did so good, love. almost better than before.” he smirks. you groan, “don’t tease me, chris.”
roxie speaks . . . someone plsplspls give me an idea to write them to 😭 i need to start making my fics longer 😩
✧ hockey player!chris, dom!chris, bigdick!chris, size kink, rough, unprotected, creampie
✧ summary: in which you wear chris's jersey and he fucks you senseless in it
✧ word count: 1.4k
✧ authors note: wrote this while watching off campus...iykyk this stayed in my drafts too long i need to post it..
the apartment had been freezing when you got out of the shower, and chris's jersey was right there on the chair where he'd tossed it last night after his game. it smells like him.
like cedar and sweat and that specific cologne he wears, and you'd pulled it over your bare shoulders without thinking. the jersey stops mid thigh. the sleeves go past your fingertips.
you're standing in front of the mirror adjusting the collar when you hear the key in the lock.
"baby?" his voice echoes through the apartment, tired but warm. "you home?"
"bedroom," you call back.
you hear his bag hit the floor, the rustle of him kicking off his shoes, and then his footsteps making their way toward you.
he appears in the doorway and stops dead.
he's still in his practice gear, hair damp and curling at the nape of his neck, cheeks pink from the cold outside. he's holding his phone in one hand and a coffee in the other and he just… stares.
his eyes go dark almost immediately, pupils blowing wide as they drag down your body, taking in the way his number stretches across your chest.
"hi," you say, and your voice comes out quieter than you meant.
he doesn't say anything. he sets the coffee down on the dresser. slowly, like he's trying to control his movements, and then he's crossing the room.
"is that mine?" he asks, and his voice is deep already, rumbling in a way that makes heat pool low in your stomach.
"was cold," you say.
he reaches out and runs his hand down your arm, tracing the number on the sleeve. "you look so fucking good in this."
"yeah?"
"yeah." his hand slides down to your hip, thumb hooking under the hem, finding bare skin. he makes a sound in the back of his throat. "shit, baby, tell me you're not wearing anything under this."
you bite your lip. "maybe."
he groans, and then his mouth is on yours. his hands are everywhere, under the jersey, on the curve of your waist, your ribs, the curve of your chest, and you can feel how hard he is already, thick and straining against his pants, grinding against your hip.
"feel what you do to me?" he breathes against your lips, rocking into you.
"feel how fucking hard i am? been thinking about you all day, baby, thinking about coming home and being with you, and now you're wearing my fucking jersey and i can't—shit, i can't think straight."
"then don't think," you whisper, and you reach down to palm him through his pants.
he hisses, head falling back, and then he's walking you backward until your knees hit the bed. "gonna ruin you," he says, and his voice sends a shiver down your body. "gonna fuck you so good in this."
he lifts you up, hands under your thighs, and you wrap your legs around his waist as he lays you down. the jersey rides up and his eyes follow it, darkening when he sees your skin underneath. the only thing between you and him is his own name stretched across your chest.
"look at you," he says, his hand sliding up your thigh. "look at how wet you are already. all that for me, baby?"
"yes," you whimper, arching into his touch. "yes, all for you,"
"shit." he presses two fingers against you, just teasing. "you're dripping. fucking dripping for me. want me to taste you? want me to eat this pretty pussy until you're screaming my name?"
you nod frantically, already desperate, and he rewards you by pushing the jersey up to expose you fully. "keep this on," he orders, his voice ragged. "wanna see my number on you while i devour you."
he settles between your thighs and drags his tongue on you in one long stroke that has you crying out, your hands tightening in his hair. he groans against you, the vibration making you squirm and hes licking and fucking you with his tongue like he's starving.
"so fucking sweet," he murmurs, you can feel his breath hot against you. "taste so good, baby. could eat you for hours. could live between your thighs."
"chris," you gasp, as he sucks your clit between his lips until your hips are bucking against his mouth and he's having to hold you down.
"that's it," he encourages, looking up at you with dark, blown out pupiled eyes, his mouth swollen. "come on my tongue like a good girl."
he doesn't stop, keeps working you through it, lapping at you until you're oversensitive and shaking, until you're pushing at his shoulders because it's too much.
he crawls up your body, kissing his way up your stomach, your ribs, your neck, and you can taste yourself on his lips when he kisses you. you can feel how hard he still is against your hip. "good girl," he praises. "such a good girl for me."
"please," you whimper, already needy again, already wanting. "want you inside. need to feel you."
he's tearing his shirt over his head, shoving his pants down, and then he's there, thick and heavy in his hand, dragging the tip through your folds to soak himself in you. "want me to fill you up? want me to stretch you out and fuck you full?"
"yes, please chris,"
he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, making you gasp and claw at his shoulders. he groans, his forehead dropping to yours. "shit, you're so tight. so fucking tight and wet and warm. feel like heaven, baby. feel like you were made for me."
he starts moving, his hips snapping against yours. the bed creaks beneath you, the headboard knocking against the wall. you're wrapped around him, legs around his back, and every time he thrusts into you the jersey shifts, the fabric rubbing between you.
"look at you," he pants, and he's sweating now, hair falling into his eyes. "look at you taking me. taking every inch. you like that? like feeling me deep inside you?"
"yes, yes, right there, please don't stop—"
"not stopping," he promises, thrusting into you until you're babbling, until you're incoherent, nails digging deep into his back. "gonna make you come again, yeah? gonna make you come on my cock while you're wearing my jersey. gonna feel you squeeze me, take me. fuck, baby, you close? you gonna come for me?"
"yes," you gasp, "yes, i'm, chris, i'm gonna—"
"do it," he growls. "come for me. come on my cock, let me feel you,"
the pleasure is overwhelming, and you feel yourself clamping down on him, and he groans, his head falling back.
"shit, shit, that's it, that's my girl," he's fucking you through it now, finding his own release, his movements getting sloppy and desperate. "gonna fill you up, baby. gonna come so deep inside you. want that?"
"yes," you whimper, still shaking, "yes, please, want it,"
he thrusts one last time and groans long and low, spilling into you with a shudder that rocks through his whole body. you can feel him, and he keeps his hips pressed tight against yours.
for a long moment neither of you move. he's heavy on top of you, still inside you, and you can feel his heartbeat against your chest.
the jersey is twisted between you, bunched up around your ribs, his number half visible in the dim light.
"hi," you whisper, smiling against his hair.
he laughs, breathless and warm, and presses a kiss to your shoulder. "hi."
"good practice?"
"amazing practice," he corrects, lifting his head to look at you with tired, but loving eyes. "best thing to come home to in my life, actually."
you grin, feeling smug and soft and thoroughly fucked out. "might have to wear this more often."
"don't you dare take it off," he says, suddenly serious, and then he's rolling to his side and pulling you with him, pressing you against his chest. the jersey is still on, tangled between you, and he traces the number on your back with lazy fingers.
outside the window the sun is setting, and chris hums contentedly against your hair, his hand sliding down to rest on your hip.
in which… you have a secret fling with your brother’s bsf
this oneshot contains ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ smut w plot, sub!reader, very light fighting, praise, degrading if you squint, p n v, light choking, orgasm denial, sex in a kitchen, light size kink, clit stimulation, mentions of drinking, names (baby, pretty girl, good girl, slut)
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sparks crackled at your fingertips as you warmed your body by the fire, finding solace in the one peaceful spot on the beach. sand rested under your bare feet, and you watched as the setting sun honeyed the atmosphere. it would've been peaceful—the water, the swaying trees, the seagulls—but the horde of people littering the shore disrupted the scenery. music blasted from seemingly every direction, genres from multiple different speakers muddling together. kegs were planted in various spots, groups congregating to each one. you cringed at the thought of putting more alcohol in your system.
just as you were debating leaving, the guy you had been eyeing up all night began walking towards you. you pretended to be focused on the flames as he made his way over.
"yo." he spoke as he neared you.
"hi!" you responded, angling yourself towards him and trying to regulate your breathing.
he made it next to you before speaking again. "are you nate's sister?"
"no." you lie quickly, not wanting to be recognized as the sibling of an overprotective brother.
"ah," he sighed in relief, "well me and some people are going to the water, if you wanna come." he gestured to a multi-gendered group holding towels.
you frowned. "i would, but i didn't bring a bathing suit."
the guy ran his fingers through his blonde hair, and turned back to smile at his friends. a look of mischievousness crept into his eyes. "yeah, neither did we."
you tilted your head in confusion.
"ever gone skinny dipping?" he asked, his gaze tracing your figure.
a lump caught in your throat as you debated the answer you were going to give the guy. it wasn't quite dark enough to justify the excursion, but you didn't want to seem like you were a bore. waves seemed to lap at the shore in slow motion while you considered your options. finally, after looking at the group of restless friends, you opened your mouth to agree to go with him. but as the words began to leave your lips, a hand gripped your wrist.
"let's go." a voice demanded.
the voice was immediately recognizable, undeniably matt. you whipped your gaze to the tight grip he had on you, wriggling under his grasp.
"jesus, matt, let go of me." your squirming was useless.
you stumbled to keep up with matt's rapid pace as he tore you from the bonfire. his hold on you was firm, and you could do nothing but match the rate in which he was scaling the beach. he didn't bother to speak until you had made it to the gravel parking lot.
he released your wrist to yank open the passenger door of an old truck. "get in."
you folded your arms in front of your chest. "no, i'm not done here yet."
rolling his eyes, he gestured for you to get in the car. "i'm not letting your drunk ass go skinny dipping with a random guy."
you reluctantly posted your foot on the side step and pulled into the seat, grumbling. he slammed the door shut after making sure your feet were secure under the glove box.
"so you just listen in to all my conversations?" you mumble as he turns the key in the ignition.
"you weren't even supposed to be at this party. you're lucky i'm not callin' nate up right now."
you whisper unintelligible curse words under your breath, wiping sand from your feet.
he barely acknowledges you, and instead puts his arm around the back of your headrest. his eyes are fixed out the back window as he reverses the truck. you try not to look at the tattoos that snaked up his arm when he brought his hand back to the steering wheel.
"and i'm not drunk." you clarify, responding to his previous accusations.
"you're not even wearing shoes."
you stayed silent the rest of the drive, attempting to focus on the road ahead. it was common—this behavior from matt. being your brother's best friend, he harboured the same overprotectiveness that you despised from nate. having one controlling sibling you could handle—but two? your brows crumpled together as you thought about the opportunity matt stripped from you. why did he think he had some sort of authority over you? but more importantly; why did this authority always work? what was it about him that made it impossible to disobey?
it was when the car went into park that you got more aggravated.
"you're not coming in." you say, the comment half question and half hope.
he turned to you, elbow resting on the centre console. the distance between the two of you shrunk as he leaned in closer, your body instinctively going rigid. you dart between each of his eyes as he inched nearer to you. the corner of his lip curled upwards as you hear a click—the sound of him unbuckling your seatbelt. matt sunk back in his seat and watched as the strap retreated up your chest.
"yes i am."
you released the breath you didn't realize you were holding. "why are you always sleeping over?"
ignoring your comment, he opened the door and left you to regain your thoughts. desperate to seem like the closeness hadn't affected you, you left the truck and trotted to your front door. by the time you made it inside, matt had already disappeared up the stairs, presumably to your brother's room.
the sky had darkened during your impromptu car ride, and the clock on the stove flashed a reasonable bed-time. you saw nothing better to do than go to sleep, and made your way to your bedroom. after your teeth were brushed, and you had gotten into a comfortable pajama set, you tucked yourself under your silk sheets.
relaxing should've come easily to you, after the long day you had. but tossing and turning ensued when all you could focus on was matt being a wall away. he was with nate more often than he was without him, staying over at your house multiple times a week. it baffled you how someone would voluntarily spend that much time with your brother. they were so attached at the hip that you rarely interacted with matt alone, but when you did, you couldn't deny you liked it. you put on a facade, of course, that being in the same room as him was god-awful. but in reality, your heart fluttered a little every time you were alone. his end of things, however, was not a facade. he acted as though any conversation with you was a chore. you would be delusional if you convinced yourself he got the butterflies too.
the next few hours were completely restless. you clamped your eyes together in an attempt at convincing yourself you were asleep, but it was useless. your body betrayed you, forcing you awake every time your lids felt heavy. eventually, when you realized it was hopeless, you sat up. running both hands down your face in defeat, you swung your legs to the side of bed. your fuzzy carpet brought you a sense of comfort, at least.
maybe if you made some tea…or warm milk—what is it that people drink to sleep? you slumped down the stairs on a lazy mission, using your phone flashlight to illuminate the way. when you reached the kitchen, a small clinking noise was disrupting the silence of the night. whipping your hand to the sound, you were met with the culprit. matt was sat at the dinner table, a spoonful of cereal reaching his mouth.
"jesus, turn that off!" he winced, his hand shielding the light.
you flipped your phone off quickly, apologizing. "matt! sorry, i didn't know you were up."
you became hyper aware of your touselled hair and the shorts that fell just past your ass. while you subconsciously smooth your clothes, matt just focuses on you, chewing his cereal.
"couldn't sleep?" he asks once he swallows.
you grumble. "something like that. you?"
"hungry."
staring at the microwave, you read the flashing numbers. "it's 3 am."
"a mans gotta eat."
suppressing a smile, you reach the cupboard where the tea was kept. rifling through the boxes, you pull out a chamomile, and flip on the kettle. as you're tearing open the packet, you hear the sound of a chair squeaking out. your eyes had now adapted to the darkness, and you watched as matt curved past the island to the sink. you had to physically restrain yourself from watching his soap coated hands as he washed his dish.
"you gonna go back to bed?" he questioned, drying off his hands.
you poured the steaming water into a mug as you replied, "i'm gonna try."
shrugging, he said, "you just need something to tire you out."
you shot your eyes to him, squinting in confusion. a small smirk tugged at his lip in response. you tried not to let your mind spiral at his words, but it was ineffective. how could such a little sentence make your heart stop?
he must've seen the effect it had on you, because he shook his head. "i didn't mean it like that."
"mean it like what? you played dumb.
"didn't mean for that to come off so… sexual."
"i don't mind."
he cocked his head. "yeah?"
you stared down into your stagnant tea, your fingers tapping on the ceramic as you held it in both hands. from above the rim, you saw him advanccing closer. why did you say that? he probably thought you were just another girl, thirsty for his attention. if you were that or not—you still hadn't figured it out. when you raised your head, he was close enough to you that you could smell his spiced, woodsy cologne. taking a step forward, matt's eyes traced down your skimpy outfit. the fact that you weren't wearing a bra snitched on you, your nipples hardening under the thin fabric. one of his hands curled to the small of your back, while the other gripped your mug. he set it down on the marble as he backed your ass against the counter.
"y'know…" he started, bringing his hand to hold the curve of your waist, "seeing as you don't mind… i could help."
you gulped, the cool material shocking you through the back of your shorts. "help with what?"
he brought his face closer, brushing past a strand of your hair as his lips made it to your ear. "tiring you out."
the deep whisper sent vibrations through your body, and matt watched as goosebumps rose on your skin. you try not to blush under his stare.
"matt.." your voice came out quieter than you wanted.
"say my name again." his hands were now on either of your thighs, eliciting more shivers.
in one swift motion you were on the counter, matt's waist in between your legs. his clothed hardness rubbed against the sheerness of your shorts, causing a soft whimper to leave your lips. his eyes, filled with a sense of hunger, rapidly flit between each of yours. he craved hearing your noises—you could tell by the lust radiating off of him. and you were now in a place where you wanted to give him whatever he desired.
"matt please.." you pulled at the strings of his sweatpants, until his bulge was flush against your covered clit.
his dick twitched at your words, and the added stimulation of you against him.
"please what, baby?"
"fuck me." the words felt filthy, unrecognizable, as they left your mouth.
his next movements were leisurely, deliberate. he backed up just enough to pull your bottoms down, and was met with the fact that there was no more fabric to take off.
"no underwear?" he dragged his hand down the lower half of his face. "fucking slut."
your bare pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for friction. he caught wind of your upturned, needy expression, and that only fueled his desire. when he pulled down his pants and boxers just enough, you got to see this desire. reddened, throbbing, and held firm in his hand, his cock leaked precum. he stroked down himself, slow enough to allow you to revel in the sight. you unknowingly bit your lip, relishing in the size of him.
a cocky smile plastered on his face. "think you can take it?"
you nod hesitantly.
"i'll make sure you can, just be a good girl and let me do the work."
he traced his dick down your folds, using his tip to bring the increasing wetness to your clit. you wriggled closer to him, to which he held you steady with a palm to your thigh. his motions were achingly laboured, like he wanted to draw out the situation as long as possible. you weren't sure how long you could stand having him teasing you, so you squirmed again.
he tuts at you. "patience, baby. you'll get what you need."
this is the kindling to the fire, and only makes you crave him more. he sees this in your eyes, and decides to let you have what you wanted most. he lined his cock to your entrance, and watches as it disappears in your walls inch by inch. you make a sound, something between a whimper and a sob, as he reaches half way.
"fuck—you're so tight." matt groaned, pushing in deeper.
your mouth fell agape, and he took the opportunity to press his lips to yours. it was messy, passionate, and his cock buried further as he deepened the kiss. moans choke from your mouth into his, and you wrap your legs around his waist. he fixes the entirety of himself inside, and you savour the feeling of his raw length in your pussy before he starts moving. the thrusts began in an intentional manner, a lazy pace set to let you get used to the sensation. but the lewd sounds that escaped your throat made it impossible for him to keep that steadiness.
"oh god." you breathe, throwing your head back.
he takes your exposed skin as an invitation, latching his lips to the side of your neck. simultaneously reaching under your shirt he cups your boob, and works your nipple between two fingers. you covered your mouth in a lousy attempt at muffling your cries.
replacing his lips with his hand, he grips your throat. "you like that, huh?"
"yes—fuck—so good."
one of matt's hands stays on your neck, while the other travels to where the two of your bodies met. his thumb circles your clit, adding agonizing sensations throughout your body. you try to hold onto anything you can—the lip of the counter, his back, his biceps. you were in disarray, the messiness of his strokes doing nothing to aid your broken mind.
matt's fingers move up from your throat to cover around your mouth, adding much-needed insulation for your noises. but his own gradually grew louder, the low huffs sending you over the edge. he pounded into you relentlessly, the cool marble sliding under your ass with each thrust. the continuous rubbing of your clit, his palm restricting your words, it was all too much. you felt your release coiling low in your stomach.
he felt the clench of you around him, and slowed slightly. "not yet."
you whined, chasing your orgasm. "please, matt—i'm so close."
he continued the merely reduced pace. "you can wait jus' a little longer, can't you baby?"
"i—i don't know."
"try for me."
fighting your release was made more difficult the moment his mouth met yours again. the fullness of your pussy around his cock paired with your tongues tangling together made you incoherent. the only sounds you could get out were choked gasps, which made completing the kiss impossible.
"i know baby, i know." he cooes.
all your energy went into obeying him, and keeping yourself from cumming.
"you're doing so well for me, pretty girl."
you begged one last time, and he couldn't resist giving in after looking at your flushed face.
"yeah? you wanna cum on my cock?"
you nod, no words coming out.
"cum around my dick like a fucking slut."
moans spilled from your lips as you allowed yourself to come undone. a wave of pleasure rushed over you, shivers cascading down your legs as you clenched around his length. he didn't let up, but instead increased the rhythm. the sound of his sloppy thrusts enveloped the room, your growing wetness seeping down his cock. his noises—deep, husky, velvety, they worked you through your orgasm. after one last jerk into your core, you felt hotness seeping inside of yourself. tightness creased around his eyes as he rested his forehead on yours, panting. he held himself inside of your walls, both of your mouths gasping against one another.
needless to say, that night you had the best sleep of your life.
a/n ☕️: this is based on multiple scenes from the kissing booth movies 😭 i am a SLUT for the “they both couldn’t sleep and they ended up in the kitchen together” trope, it hits EVERY TIME.
the field hummed with the sound of cicadas and the whisper of tall grasses, all bathed in the gold of a sun that seemed to press down with a physical weight. you and Matt had wandered far from the gravel, leaving the noisy city behind. the only reality was the heat on your skin and the insistent thrum between your legs.
your white sundress, a wisp of cotton, clung to your curves, a teasing caress against your bare thighs. beneath the thin fabric, there was nothing. no lace, no silk, just the soft brush of air against your naked skin, a secret invitation in the humid afternoon. you could feel Matt's gaze, a tangible look burning into your backside as you walked, his eyes tracing the sway of your hips and the curve of your calves.
"we're here," he rasped,
you turned, while he stood framed by the oak, his eyes devoured you with a need so raw it made your core clench. he dropped the heavy picnic basket with a dull thud, the rolled-up blanket tossed to the side. there would be no wholesome picnic today.
he reached for you, his hands finding the curve of your waist, his thumbs digging into your flesh with a hard grip. he pulled you back against his chest, he smelled of sun-warmed skin and a faint hint of his cologne.
"too hot out here for all this... fabric," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. his hands slid slowly from your waist, tracing the slope of your stomach, teasing the curve of your hip bone before dipping lower, dangerously close to the secret warmth between your legs.
you arched your back, a soft yielding hum escaping your lips as your head falls back against his shoulder. his fingers are slow and deliberate, finding the hem of your sundress. he didn't just lift it, he gathered the cotton, pushing it steadily upward, bunching it around your hips, then your waist, until the soft fabric was crumpled high around your ribs.
his palm was rough and warm. it found your bare inner thigh. the skin there was already slick with anticipation. he paused, his fingers splaying wide, pressing firmly into the damp, pulsing heat nestled between your legs. he searched for the expected resistance, the silk or cotton, but found only wet yielding flesh.
"you're not wearing anything," he breathed, the words thick with disbelief and a sudden violent lust. his grip on your hip tightened, almost painfully, as if to brand you.
"i wanted to be easy to get to," you whispered, the confession a bold invitation. you twisted in his arms, turning your head to meet his gaze, your eyes wide and dark mirroring the hunger in his.
Matt didn't need a second invitation. he dropped to his knees, pulling you down with him onto the soft grass. he shoved the sundress even higher, pinning it around your chest, exposing your entire lower body to the brazen sun and his gaze. he ran a finger along your outer lips, trailing the glistening moisture that beaded there, coating his own skin in your sweet juice.
the wet, rhythmic sound was shockingly loud in the quiet meadow, a promise of what was to come. he didn't hold back. his fingers parted your folds, then pushed inside you, two of them, driving deep in one seamless, forceful motion. you let out a sharp involuntary gasp, your back arching, your hips bucking as he stretched you wide, filling you with his insistent invasion.
"oh, fuck," you moaned, tumbling from your throat, desperate.
he began to move his hand, a frantic pumping motion that sent waves of slickness down your inner thighs. his thumb circled your clit, before rubbing you with aggressive calculated pressure while his fingers hammered away inside your core. every movement was a collision of skin and friction, the sounds of your pleasure echoing off the oak.
Matt groaned as he looked up at you with his eyes dilated, his own cock was straining - a thick, throbbing length against the fly of his jeans. he couldn't tear his gaze from the sight of his fingers working in and out of you when watching the way your flesh wrapped tightly around him milking him with every stroke.
"you're so fucking wet," he growled, his voice thick with desire as if almost pained. "such a needy girl."
he pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, his chest heaving as he fumbled with his belt. his jeans hit the grass in a heap, he then kicked them aside, revealing his fully erect cock - a thick throbbing length, already beaded with pre-cum, pulsing with a life of its own. he didn't waste a second. he grabbed your hips, his palms scorching against your skin and with a powerful pull he flipped you over.
you landed on your hands and knees in the soft grass, your chest pressing into the earth, the sun beating down on your bare back. your sundress was now a useless scrap of fabric, bunched around your shoulder blades, leaving your ass completely exposed, an offering to the open air and his gaze.
"stay right there," was all he said,
he stepped in behind you, the blunt head of his cock brushing against your entrance, teasing the seam of your pussy. he smeared a thick drop of your slickness over the head of his shaft before prepping you, then without a moment's hesitation, he pushed.
he drove into you so hard and deep, burying himself to the hilt in a single brutal thrust. you cry out a sharp, high-pitched wail that ripped through the silence of the meadow, the sensation of being completely filled, stretched, and invaded by him overwhelming every nerve ending in your body. he was enormous, and he hit your cervix with every strike.
Matt didn't wait to find a rhythm. he grabbed your hips, his thumbs digging into your flesh, leaving angry red marks against your skin. he pulled back, his cock sliding almost entirely out before slamming back in with violent force.
the sound of his balls slapping against your ass was loud, wet, rhythmic, a drumbeat against your flesh. it was a filthy sound that made your head spin and your vision blur. with every withdrawal, a soft, wet pop of air escaped your depths, followed by the wet, hungry suck of him sliding back in.
you moan loudly as your knees are wobbling in the grass, your body is flooded with endorphins and the unbridled heat of him pounding into you. he reached around, his hands moving to your chest before squeezing your breasts with crushing force, kneading them roughly.
"you're so tight," he panted, his breath hot against the nape of your neck, "you're milking me, babe. squeezing every fucking drop."
he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more violent, more desperate. he wasn't holding back, not an inch. he wanted to feel every millimeter of you, and he wanted you to feel every millimeter of him. the friction of his skin against yours, the heat of the sun on your exposed flesh, and the relentless intensity of his hammering created a sensory overload that bordered on pain, then transcended it into pure pleasure. you could feel your walls contracting around him, gripping his length, and every time you twitched, he let out a low sound of approval.
he pushed you forward, your chest scraping against the grass, his body moving in perfect sync with your own. you could feel the seed building in him, the heavy, pulsing pressure of his impending climax, a delicious torture.
"i'm close!" you scream, your voice cracking, tears of sheer pleasure stinging your eyes. "Matt, please, f-fuck"
he didn't slow down. he matched your urgency, driving deeper, his movements becoming erratic and wild. he grabbed handfuls of your hair, pulling your head back, forcing you to look up at the bright blue sky as he fucked you harder than he ever had, claiming you completely.
the pressure in your core snapped. a wave of white-hot pleasure, so intense it blotted out everything else crashed over you, starting in your clit and radiating outward, your body seizing in a violent unending orgasm. you screamed a desperate sound, your inner muscles clamping down on him like a vice, milking him with every convulsion.
the sensation of your walls pulsing around him, squeezing him, was the final trigger. Matt let out a ragged, choked cry as his hips grind into you. he drove in one last time, pinning you against the grass, burying himself as deep as humanly possible, and held it there while shuddering as he spilled his seed, hot and thick deep inside you.
he collapsed against you, his heavy body flattening yours against the grass, his heart drumming a frantic uneven rhythm against your spine. you lay there gasping for air, the world still spinning, the only sounds in the meadow is your ragged breaths and the distant, lazy buzz of wind.
he stayed buried in you for a long time, his skin slick with sweat, his face buried in the crook of your neck. he let out a content hum, nuzzling your shoulder, his weight a comforting anchor.
"slowly," he whispered, the movement wet and heavy, a profound suction, as he finally pulled out leaving you feeling achingly empty and yet completely fulfilled.
you collapsed onto your stomach, your legs splayed in the grass, the white fabric of your dress a crumpled mess around your waist. the cool spring breeze hit your wet skin sending a delicious shiver. Matt rolled onto his back beside you and pulls you into his side, his arm heavy and protective across your waist.
"that was... definitely better than the picnic," he said, his voice thick with satisfied exhaustion, a hint of his old tease returning.
you let out a soft breathy laugh while pressing your face into his chest, the scent of his sweat and your own juices clinging to the air. you looked out over the meadow, the grass bending in the breeze, the sky perfect and still. it felt like the world had stopped just for you, leaving you hidden here, tangled together in the beautiful, messy aftermath of the spring.
ella’s notes: i wrote this a while ago, earlier in the spring but didn’t get to post before now … anyways first fic after my hiatus! hope u enjoyed ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა
Can you make a fic abt reader edging dealer chris till hes like all whiny?? idk if you see my vision but like reader‘s just like happy to see chris‘s dom wall crumbling sontimes by edging him while she blows him or smth hehe. sorry if thats a lil freaky request ;)
𝐒𝐮𝐛!𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 (𝓒.𝓢) ⋆🧁˚⟡˖ ࣪ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 !
— ⓘ smut. sub!chris. dom!reader (i guess?). edging/teasing. oral (male receive). reader praise kink. face fucking. tiny bit of fluff at the end. not entirely proofread.
it was almost one in the morning and the only sounds in your apartment were the usual city noises outside of your window and the faint play of soft music on your tv.
you very much enjoyed these quiet late nights where you could just lay and contemplate life. you didn’t need to go out and party on a friday night, you just needed an everything shower, lit candles, and a freshly cleaned bedroom.
knock knock.
your eyebrows bunched in confusion.
who the hell was knocking on your front door at one in the morning?
with an exaggerated sigh you stood from your cozy spot on your bed and made your way through your apartment toward the front door to see who had ruined your peace.
before you could even look through the peephole you heard him. it was hard to make out what he was saying but you’d recognize the sound of his voice anywhere.
“let me innn. please?”
he stumbled forward when you opened the door where he had been resting against. he stood up straight and smiled like he wasn’t being a complete nuisance by showing up to your apartment in the middle of the night.
he saw the annoyance on your face and scoffed, “oh come on, i know you weren’t asleep.”
you rolled your eyes, “so, who’s party was it tonight?”
“doesn’t matter.” he spoke softly and placed a hand on your waist to move you further into the apartment so he could come in and shut the door behind him. “why is it so dark in here?”
“maybe because it’s one in the morning? you know not everyone is nocturnal chris.” he just hummed in response and leaned his head on your shoulder, slumping into your arms. the scent of his cologne mixed with weed was obvious now that he was so close to you and it never failed to make you soft.
there was something about his scent that grounded you. it reminded you of how sweet and clingy he could get, especially when he was high. you secretly loved when he was like this. so vulnerable and carefree, because it was like the second he was sober physical affection didn’t exist.
“i thought about you the whole night. i wanted to leave sooner but—” his words were interrupted with a yawn so you couldn’t make out what he said entirely.
“hm? i think your ready for bed huh?” you attempted to help him stand up straight but he just stayed pressed against you.
“no no, not yet.” he brought his head up from your shoulder to meet your gaze. his eyes were bloodshot and filled with need. “please, i’m so high and i need you bad.” he brought his thumb to toy with your bottom lip as he watched your eyes for a response.
“of course you are. you’re alway—”
“shhh.” he pushed his thumb into your mouth, pressing it against your tongue to stop you from making another sassy remark. “don’t be like that. you know you’re the only one who can help me. baby, please?”
he waited for a response, and when you nodded your head gently he removed his thumb and leaned down to kiss you instead. his eagerness caught you off guard but his desperate whines brought you to reciprocate the kiss.
he hummed before pulling back, leaving a small string of saliva connecting his lips to yours. he grabbed your wrist and guided your hand to hover above the bulge in his pants.
“be patient.” you teased and signaled for him to make his way toward your couch. he let go of your wrist and did just that with you following him close behind.
he plopped down on the cushion rather eagerly and waited not so patiently for you to do something, anything.
“you look so adorable like this,” you smiled widely and stood in front of him, between his legs. you placed a hand in his hair and ran your nails through his soft, messy curls.
he started to reach down to palm himself but you were quick to detain his action. “you said you needed my help, remember?” he whined in response and you were tempted to keep teasing him just to hear his desperate noises even longer, but you did hold some empathy for his very obvious aching cock. “you still want my help, right?” you craved for his submissive side more then you’d like to admit, so you were definitely going to take advantage of him being in such a needy mood tonight.
he didn’t say anything though, just offered a brief nod in response and gently placed a hand on your cheek at an attempt to lull you closer toward himself.
you shook your head and gave him a look of dissatisfaction, “say it.”
“say what?” he whined softly in response.
“how bad do you need me?”
he felt his cheeks grow warm as you spoke, he felt embarrassed to be treated this way by a woman. it was something he had never experienced before. “what? cats got your tongue now?” you teased again, and he pulled you close so he could bury his face into your chest and hide how embarrassed he had gotten.
“please don’t make me wait,” he mumbled lowly against you.
“hmm, why shouldn’t i?”
he pulled back to look at you, “I’m always so good to you, and i just want you to take care of me. can you do that for me?”
you really couldn’t deny him, ever. you tried to ignore how his words went straight to your clit but it was hard, especially when he had that look in his eyes too. you couldn’t express with words how much you loved seeing him so submissive, but your panties definitely could.
without another thought you stepped back just enough so that you were able to kneel between his legs. the view from below him was even better than you’d imagined. “be patient baby,” you laughed at how much he was squirming against the plush couch cushion. you didn’t think you could ever get enough of teasing him.
“mmm, please it’s not funny,” he spoke through a whimper.
you were quick to place your palm against his lips to shut him up. “stop whining like a baby and maybe i’ll do something about this.” with your other hand you lightly palmed his very obvious bulge, and the vibration of his moans against your palm urged you to finally remove his sweatpants.
“fuck baby, i need more please,” he could barely find the words to say from how desperate he was, you’ve genuinely never seen him this way and you certainly hoped this wasn’t a one time thing.
“hmm? pretty please?” you batted your eyelashes at him and sat on the back of your knees, waiting for his response.
he shook his head and sighed before mumbling out a small, “pretty please” muffled by his hands covering his face.
“do you really mean it if i can barely hear you?”
he groaned and looked down at you with frustration clear in his face, “really?”
“mhm,” you waited once again, getting quite impatient now. “how hard can it be?”
he rolled his eyes but nonetheless cleared his throat before speaking the words clearer now, “pretty please, can you help me?” the desperation visible in his eyes this time mixed with his words was finally acceptable enough for you.
“good, that’s better. wasn’t that hard, hm?”
he opened his mouth to reply but was very quickly caught off guard by your palm making contact with his cock through his boxers. he let out a low groan and you teased him through his boxers a bit more before tugging them down roughly, allowing his painfully hard dick to spring free.
“fuck,” he whined and tried so hard to keep his hands off and let you do your thing but you were such a tease and he didn’t have much patience. “please,” he spoke through a whimper.
you smirked in return and sat up on your knees so you could deliberately kiss along the side of his dick making sure to avoid the tip, where he wanted you to pay attention to most.
he leaned back further into the couch cushion and let out a low groan, “shit, please—” he was interrupted by a moan at your kisses moving toward his painfully throbbing tip.
you couldn’t help but smile at his reaction before you started kitten licking the precum spilling from his cock. he threw his head back against the couch and let out a louder moan, he felt embarrassed to be making so much noise so he covered his mouth with his hand and attempted to contain his noises.
it took you a few minutes to notice but when you did you pulled yourself away from his dick immediately. he whined at the loss of contact and lifted his head back up to see why you had stopped.
“don’t do that, okay? i have to hear how well i’m helping you, right?”
he nodded, “yeah, right,” he spoke in a small voice, still basking in the pleasure he had felt moments before.
“okay!” you went straight back to your previous position but wrapped your lips around the top of his dick this time. you took as much of him in as you could but his length was significantly more than what you were used to.
he didn’t seem to care too much considering the noises he was making above you. you brought one of your hands to grab at whatever was left unattended from your mouth and you felt his hips buck up at the action. you used you free hand to press down on his hips at an attempt to keep him still. he kept moving upwards into your mouth though and you pulled away once again with a frustrated look.
“we’re going at my pace, okay?”
he looked down at your now watery eyes and let out multiple sorry’s which were cut off by his whines as you placed your lips back around his cock and started bobbing your head up and down at an average pace. he melted back into the couch as the pleasure took over him completely, his jaw going slack as moans spilled out.
“shit… so good baby”
your clit twitched at his words and you looked up at him through your eyelashes.
the sight of you on your knees with your soft plump lips wrapped around his length made him feel incredibly drunk with pleasure. he couldn’t help himself now as he started bucking his hips up into your mouth again.
you adjusted to the new feeling and allowed him to continue with his movements this time. you moaned against his dick and the vibration sent shivers through his body.
“fuck, you take it so good baby,” he spoke through breathy moans.
you moaned against his dick again as if responding to his words and you felt your panties soak even more.
you placed both of your hands on his thighs to stable yourself as he fucked himself into your mouth, letting whimpers of pleasure fall from his lips.
you hummed against him and placed one of your hands on his chest bring him back to reality. he slowed down his movements and allowed you to breathe for a moment.
“so so good,” his words were slurred from a mixture of pleasure and the everlasting effects of his high, “your doing good baby.”
your eyes were dark with an eagerness to please him and a small feeling of lust from his words. hearing him praise your work made you ready to bring him to the brink of his pleasure.
you wrapped your hand around his length and started with small, slow strokes at first. “do you wanna cum now?” you spoke in a seemingly too innocent sounding manner for the question being asked.
a small smile gnawed at chris’ lips which was quickly replaced with a look of pleasure as you sped up with your strokes a bit. he moaned and shook his head persistently at response to your question, sweat glistening across his forehead in the dim lighting.
“let me hear you,” a smug smile took over as you spoke.
he whined in annoyance, but nonetheless spoke up to your satisfaction (and his own).
“please can i cum?”
“why should you?”
he groaned and let his head loll back in frustration, “because i’ve been good, haven’t i?”
“yeah? have you been good for me?” you spoke all while keeping the movement of your up and down his dick, nice and slow.
he nodded in response.
“mhm, well i guess you can cum then.” you smiled again and sped up your strokes as well as licking at his tip before letting your tongue scrape along all sides of his needy cock.
he let out multiple whines and his head dropped back against the couch cushion at the immense amount of pleasure he felt.
“fuck, fuck that’s so good baby.”
you wrapped your plump lips around the whole tip of his cock and took as much in as you could before you bobbed your head up and down again with much more passion this time.
“yeah, shit baby i’m gonna cum now, your so good.” he could already feel the knot tightening in his stomach.
you moaned against his dick and the vibrations sent him over the edge to his pleasure with ripples going through his body as he came into your mouth, “oh fuck…fuck.” he groaned in pleasure.
you moaned once again as you took all of it and swallowed before pulling away. he whined as he rode out the waves of pleasure with your tongue still against him licking clean every last drop of his release.
he hummed as you eventually got up from your knees and helped him pull both his pants and boxers back onto his hips. “so good, thank you baby, you did so good,” he then placed a gentle hand on the back of your head to guide you into a slow, sweet kiss.
you pulled away and collapsed into his lap softly with sleepiness taking over you completely. “can i go to bed now?” you yawned and rested your head on his chest.
he nodded and stood with you lifted snug in his arms as he walked toward your bedroom.
he dropped you carefully onto the soft sheets and layed right next to you so you could stay snug against his chest as you both prepared for sleep after the exhaustion of tonight’s events.
sorry anon for taking so long to finish this but i absolutely loved this request i hope i matched your freak lol :)
also happy pride month !! i’m so very proud to be apart of this community and i’m so grateful for all the people who have fought to help get us where we are today 🏳️🌈!!
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“matty!!” you were giggling so much it started to hurt all because matt decided to tickle you just for funsies, and he very quickly started to regret it as soon as you got out of his grip and straddled his lap, when you looked at his face it was red
matt looked into your eyes with a massive grin on his face
“can I kiss you?”
“Please do”
matt held your face in his hands and kissed you softly and for a moment everything was quiet
matt swore his heart had stopped for a moment when you looked at him with your smile and your eyes had that twinkle
god matt wanted to marry you so much right now
“I love you angel”
“I love you more matty”
𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 : idk what happened here I got a bit bored..hope you enjoyed reading!!
- contains: rough sex, risk of getting caught, fingers in mouth, petnames (baby, doll), unprotected sex (don’t do that!) let me know if i missed anything. mdni
- pairing: bfb!chris x fem!reader
know before you read: lowercase intended.
you don’t know how you ended up here. bent over the bathroom counter by your best friends brother at a party who’s house you don’t even know.
“fuck, baby..so tight..” chris mumbles against your neck, two fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet.
you moan, eyes rolling back from how deep he’s inside you. you clench around him, “shit, don’t do that..” he makes a makeshift pony for leverage.
“don’t stop..” his eyes darken almost instantly, “wasn’t planning on it, doll.” he says while fucking you harder.
before you know it, your orgasm washes over you, pressing back against him and moaning his name.
you hear someone knocking on the door. oh. your best friend. chris cums inside me and pulls out. he signals for me to hide and opens the door. “you’ve been in here for an hour.” your best friend deadpants. “there’s other bathrooms in this house” he glares back.
“do you know where y/n is?” she asks while trying to look inside the bathroom. “why the fuck would i know?”
“whatever.” she says while closing the door. chris turns to face you. “was it worth the risk of getting caught by your bestfriend?”
“fuck, yeah. might need to do that more often.” you say, looking up at him. chris smirks. “that what you want?”
a/n:: waitt i’m lowk getting better..also i thought of this idea when i was in the shower (lil fun fact) sorry this is very shortt
- smoke sesh with chris turns into something more . . .
- contains: use of weed, fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex (don’t do that!), let me know if i missed anything.
- pairing: fratboy!chris x fem!reader
- know before you read: lowercase intended.
“ah, fuck.” chris mumbles while crawling through your window. “couldn’t you be any quieter?” you deadpan. “do you wanna smoke weed or nah?”
you beckon him over to your bed and grab the bag of weed. you smoke one joint and before you know it you already smoked four.
“y’feelin it?” chris asks, looking at you. you nod and start giggling. he smirks, “what are ya giggling for?”
“you look really fucking good right now.” his eyes darken instantly. “is that so?” you bite your lip and nod.
chris pulls you into his lap and slams his lips into yours. “need you so bad..” you say while taking his sweats off.
he lifts your skirt up and rips your panties off. he glides his fingers through your folds. “fuck, baby. y’so wet..all this for me?”
you whimper, “please..”
chris smirks, “please what? hm? use your words.” you whine. “please touch me.”
chris slides one, then two fingers into you. “shit, so tight..” he pumps his fingers inside you, curling them perfectly to hit that spot.
you moan, putting your face in his shoulder to muffle your noises. “please..i need you inside me..”
chris slides his fingers out and flips you onto your back. he takes his boxers off and thrusts into you in one smooth motion.
you moan out his name, throwing your head back in pleasure. you spread your legs wider for him, giving him room to fuck you deeper.
“feels so good..” you gasp out. chris fucks you harder and whispers in your ear, “you like the way i feel inside you, love?”
“yes..fuck- m’gonna cum..” you moan.
“cum for me. cum on my cock.” he says in your ear. your orgasm washes over you, chris’s following right after. he holds himself up so he doesn’t fall onto you.
“best pussy i’ve ever had..” you roll your eyes at his words. “yeah, well. you’ve had like hundreds.
a/n:: i wanna do a matt fic but i have no clue what to write for him.
⸻ CHRIS FUCKING YOU WITH YOUR DILDO IN FRONT OF A MIRROR. . .
the air in the room was thick and electric, your moans were filling the room as you squirm around in chris's arms, trying to keep your focus on the mirror in front of you.
seeing your own reflection was making everything even more intense. your eyebrows were knitted together, mouth slightly opened as you gasp softly for air. but the hottest thing that was keeping you going, was being able to see what chris is doing to you.
the pink big dildo you usually use for your own night entertainment, was being thrusted in and out of your dripping pussy at an incredible speed. you and chris were both sat on the floor, you on his lap facing the mirror, with your legs spread wide, exposing yourself not only to his gaze, but to your own as well.
it's been the hottest thing you've ever experienced.
your hair was messy from running your hands through it, cheeks flushed, chest raising and falling quickly, and you were both embarrassed and desperate.
"look at that pretty pussy," he murmurs into your ear, his eyes locked on the mirror as well. chris was painfully hard just from pleasuring and watching you, and the feeling of his clothed dick poking your ass was making the situation even more intense. "all mine, hm?"
he pulls the toy out of your entrance, trailing it along your wetness before entering you back again, making your hips jerk forward slightly.
he tsks, his smirk growing wider, "stay still, mama."
you could only whimper in response, watching as the dildo disappears inside you again, so deep that it was hitting your g-spot. chris's free hand keeps playing with your nipple, loving the sounds you make whenever he pinches it.
"fuckin' drippin' for some pink ass toy... it's cute, actually. you like pretending this my dick when i ain't around? you cum harder with this fake shit? hm?" he tilts his head to the side, his breath hot against your ear. he pulls the dildo out slowly, then slams it back in, making you cry out and arch your back against him.
"f-fuck, chris...." you whimper pathetically, not daring to let your eyes flutter shut even if you barely could keep them opened. but you wanted to watch. wanted to see how he's ruining you with your own toy.
chris picks up the pace, making you clench around the dildo which almost makes him come right on the spot, especially with your ass perfectly brushing against his tip whenever you were moving on his lap. he could barely hold back.
"you're so fuckin' hot," he groans, watching you in the reflection, seeing how your pussy grips the toy with each thrust. it only makes him start fucking you harder, his hand still playing with your tits, sending shivers down your spine.
"chris, i can't— mmhph— holy shit...."
he grins, angling the toy to hit your g-spot more purposely now. "y'take it soooo well... " he mutters, his voice husky.
it feels like you might start seeing stars. you writhe against him, gripping his shoulder with one hand for any kind of support, eyes locked on yourself in the mirror. you don't even know for how long he's been doing this to you, but it felt like you might break anytime soon, especially with the wet squelching coming from you and the way your arousal was dripping down the dildo and your thighs.
"look how pretty you are, takin' it so deep..." he coos in your ear, moving his hand from your nipples to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles while he keeps thrusting the toy in and out of you. "you like watchin' y'self gettin' fucked out of your mind?" he increases the speed of his thrusts and the pressure on your clit, knowing you're close. he shifts under you, making his cock brush against your butt harder. "y'feel it? feel it rubbing up against you?"
"oh god... gonna— gonna cum, chris—" you whine, barely able to keep watching your reflection, your face contorts with pleasure, body trembles against his. it was overwhelming.
"c'mon mama, lemme see you come allllll over your pink little toy...." he says, his voice thick with lust.
you're a desperate mess at this point, moaning his name like your life depended on it, lifting your hips to feel the dildo even deeper. he keeps rubbing your clit, his lips finding their way to your neck, sucking and marking you all over to show everyone that you're his and his only. "suchhh a greedy pussy...." he mutters against your skin.
a final gasp leaves your mouth, your gummy walls squeezing the dildo like a vice as chris keeps his fast pace. your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your fingers digging into chris's shoulder as you fight the urge to close your eyes. your gaze was on the mirror as well as chris's, watching how your lips are parted, letting out whimpers and moans, your hair sticking to your skin. "there you go, pretty..." he hums, loving how you're basically transfixed on your reflection. he keeps the toy shallowly thrusting, riding out your climax.
"good girl..." he praises, then moving the dildo out of you just to spread your folds with his fingers, letting you see your own release leaking out of you.
he presses another kiss to your shoulder, the smirk on his lips only widening when your eyes lock on his in the mirror. you're completely out of it.
“see?” he murmurs, like it’s proof of something. like you’re supposed to know how deep it hits when he presses right there, drawing back all slow, feeling you clench around him.
“told you… two’s better.”
your back arches, but his other hand presses firm on your stomach—holding you down while his fingers fuck up into you with that patient rhythm he knows drives you out your damn mind.
“look at me.”
you try. you really do. but your lashes flutter and your eyes roll, and that makes him laugh soft through his nose.
“no... eyes on me, honey. c’mon… how’s it feel?”
your mouth falls open—nothing comes out.
“hm?” he tilts his head, eyes flicking down to where his fingers disappear inside your pussy, his palm n wrist glistening right along with it. “can’t answer now?”
he leans in, breath warm against your cheek, still moving his fingers deep.
“you said this was your favorite… show me how much ylove it.”
and you do—hips rocking up to meet each thrust of his hand, thighs trembling, one arm thrown over your face like it’ll save you from how good he’s fucking you with just two fingers.
keep going [ brothers best friend!chris x f!reader ]
chris walks in on you touching yourself but doesn’t leave instead he watched
cw: (f)masturbation, slightly perverted chris, swearing, lowkey idk any other warnings but this is 18+ read with caution
once you got home from work you went straight to your bed closing the door over behind you. you had been horny all day for no reason whatsoever and the aching between your legs seemed to never go away. you went straight to chris’s instagram. though he was your brothers best friend you had always found him super attractive but had never done anything as to not ruin their friendship. chris was sort of weird around you. not like he really liked you but kinda like he was teasing that he liked you. you opened his instagram and scrolled straight to a picture of him at a party on the beach in just his swim shorts holding a beer in his veiny hand. something about his wet skin glimmering under the flash of the phone and his smile so perfect made your pussy throb like crazy. you discarded your pants and started sliding your fingers up and down your thighs. your body twitched. you couldn’t help yourself from staring at the slight bludge in chris’s shorts. you slid your fingers onto your clit starting to circle it. “fuck” you breathed out eyes rolling back. you switched to another photo of chris is grey sweatpants. you could practically see his dick which made you so wet. you got out your quietest vibrator knowing you brother was home and starting rubbing it on your clit. you bit your lip trying to stifle a moan as your fingers slid to your soaking cunt. you teased the entrance slightly before sinking a finger in. your body jolted and you let out a quiet moan. you could feel yourself getting close from staring at that picture. suddenly you heard your door creak and you froze. chris walked in. he stared back looking you up and down until he noticed his picture on your phone. “fuck, what are you doing.” you said trying to hide yourself. “hey it’s okay.” chris said walking over to you. he sat down on your bed and you tried to turn your phone off but it was too late cause chris already saw. “was that me?” he asked even though he already knew. “w-what are you doing.” you said ignoring the question. “don’t worry about me, keep going.” he said. you looked at him confused so he repeated himself. “keep going baby, i’m just watching.” you squeezed your thighs together hearing him call you baby and you kept going like he said. you put the vibrator back on your clit and moaned. “chri-“ you almost said his name. he stroked your hair. “it’s okay baby, your doing amazing.” you shoved your finger back into your cunt moaning again. he traced his finger over your bottom lip watching your eyes roll back every time your finger hit the perfect spot. “your doing so good.” chris smirked watching how your body moved. you looked up at him then down to his pants where you noticed he was hard. you had turned him on and that alone almost made you come. “you close?” he asked tracing hearts on your cheek. you nodded frantically legs twitching. “you can do it.” he said watching your stomach convulse as the band snapped. you let out a loud sigh as you felt your orgasm wash over you. chris watched the way your body reacted biting his lip. once you had returned from your high you looked up at chris. “you shouldn’t be watching me, your my brothers best friend.” chris just grabbed your jaw and said. “he doesn’t need to know. this can be our little secret.” you nodded as you watched chris leave the room as if he didn’t just watch you have the best orgasm of your life. “what the fuck just happened?” you whispered to yourself.
ivy’s note — dayum this was freaky! hope you guys liked it though. wasn’t proofread so pls ingnore any mistakes 😭😭 also this was my second ever smut! how fun ☺️
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