(In honor of 2/9 Wives coming home and the holo cards~)
Puffer
She's the goth gf that is so dommy mommy to others but melts when you show her love.
She loves you for being so obsessed and obedient to her~
But she also loves when she's the one giving you the love you pour on her~
She loves you being so whipped for her, staring so lovingly, being so obedient to her every needs, and just being your goddess~
She loves giving back the love tenfolds because she's not a meanie~
She'd definitely cuss you out and roast you when she's worked up over something (sometimes leading to intense fucking where she doms-)
She definitely makes you beg and plead so prettily/handsomely when she's in her cocky confident mood (when she's on a win streak) 🫣
She'd definitely want you to lay on top of her, head on her chest while she plays her switch~
Sometimes she gets in her teasing mood of taking advantage of your whipped privileges, sitting in your lap while she games~ being a little tease (until shes losing her game-). All while you have to sit there and be still to not distract her 🤭
She'd love leaving kisses all over your body, her black lipstick smearing and marking you to show her love for you~
While she loves you staying on your knees 24/7 inbetween her legs, she wants to give her obedient lover love too~ she'd love topping and giving you the best head and ride of your life till you're so loved and can't think of anything but her loving you~
Sometimes when she's pissed over a game, she'll come to you and yank you down for a stress relief, roughly loving you but still making you dazed as she does it so lovingly, making you feel like the most praised thing despite her dirty, angry, degrading words~
While she never wants to be so degrading kinky on you, concerned over hurting you, she'll be a bit shy but worship you as she doms you so gently, a leash attached around your neck as she holds the leash. Never wanting to hurt you, she'll never go into hard kinks, the most she'll go is strap ons. Only worshipping you when she's inside you. Making you feel like the goddess that you always make sure she feels like.
"He/She makes me laugh" dynamic
"They said no pickles, dumbass" wifey
A baddie goddess in love with her whipped worshipper~
(Puffer would be so confused if one day she came to life and you're so whipped for her and want to be sandwiched-)
Her and Puffer would argue but eventually just lead to both of them domming you (you don't mind~)
Grizzy
WIFEY MATERIAL‼️‼️‼️‼️ 👏👏👏👏
She'll be amused when she sees how whipped you are for her~ small smirk and soft amused eyes as she watches you fumble in front of her. All shy and stuttering~
She'd tease you with her strength~
Picking you up when you get tired in her forest~ taking care of the heavy duty lifting and making sure you see her muscles work all while she watches amused as you stare in such shock and flusteredness 🤭 she'd definitely find a way to do the cliche pinning you to the wall somehow, making sure her towering stance and build overwhelms over you as she stares down in amusement as you stutter over your words. All while she plays everything off as helping you or that she didn't do anything 🫣
She'd love picking you up! (Uppies!!!!)
She'd definitely unintentionally smother you with her chest when she hugs you, her tall build making her chest be near your view at all times~
She'd be a protective girlie over you when you're in the forest with her~ her warrior side coming out to protect you from getting hurt 💕
WE GET A PET BEAR!!!!
She'd love seeing you sleep with the bear so peacefully 🥺 knowing you have two guardians while your with them.
Shes a provider at heart. She'll make sure you're fed, hydrated, warm, cool, everything.
She'd definitely top you, making sure you're thoroughly happy, loved, and pleasured~ Making you use your words to tell her your needs, paying every attention to your reactions, sometimes reading your mind, all while she praises you for being so perfect!~ 💕
She'd love if you show her that you want to provide for her too~
She'd lay back and let you spend however long you want between her legs~ letting you top her all while she watches with loving eyes~ her strength being used to support your efforts as you work on her 🫣
Definitely the type to still take control even while shes letting you please her~ Throwing herself back to ride you (or your strap on) as you take her in doggy 🫣
She'd have one of the best aftercare, just loving to provide for you after being pleased or giving the pleasure, her tired little thing all messy.
Best post sex cuddles, hands down.
Just mommy and her little simp~
Grizzy would be down bad if his waifu came to life.
He'd want to be dommed by both her and you-
Both of you and him end up dommed-
Pezzy
The sexy girlfriend that knows shes hot-
She'd love showing off her clothes to you~
Letting you know you're the only one who gets to see her without them 🫣
She'd love going to the beach with you, love you being so down bad for her in her cute swim wear~ she'd love to see you in your swimwear too~
She'd definitely make you feel like the sexiest person and lover ever.
She'd always compliment you 🥺
Beach sex in a private changing room go brrr-
She'd love checking you out no matter what you wear~
You in a hoodie and sweats? Shes already staring like you're the hottest thing in the room 🫣 you ARE the sexiest thing to her 💕
Despite being so confident, she'd love if you take the time to show her how pretty she is to you, both romantically and sexually.
When it's been a bad day of her outfits getting bad attention, she'd love when you praise her and give the most beautiful love to her that doesn't end in sex. Just cuddles, dinner, and wholesome kisses.
Despite being so soft, she has her secrets just like her creator~
Shes the kinkest (not surprising)
She's down for everything you are~
She'd love riding you and letting you ride her 🤭
She'd love being called mommy, letting her know how much you need her~
She'd also love being made to beg for you~ being tied up and helpless, only being able to beg for mercy~
She loves being spanked
She'd spank you if you are riding her though, commanding you to keep up and take what you need while she praises you so filthy~
She'd want to make the sexiest love with you ever, the kind of love others can only dream of~
When you're in an insecure mood about your body, she'll take the time to worship, praise, kiss, and show every part of you is sexy with kisses, marks, love, and all her attention on you. Making you feel like the goddess/God you are~
Aftercare be fun between y'all, lightly fighting who takes care of who, who had to worse of the exhaustion, and soon ending up with both of you taking care of each other stubbornly.
Post sex cuddles are a must for her, wanting to be in your arms, loved, happy, and content 🥺
Just the out of our league hot gf with her whipped lover~
Pezzy would be concerned seeing her come to life one day.
Eventually ends up with him and you switching as the receiver-
Droid
SHES THE FUNNY GF!!!!
She'd always be making you laugh, being so giddy when she sees how whipped you are.
She'd be curious and amused seeing how whipped you are. Wanting to see how much you love her as she teases and hangs out with you more.
She's the more modest girlie out of all of them but dont let that fool you-
She'll say the most out of pocket and kinkiest shit randomly.
She'd love to Dom you so happily and enthusiastic to show you all her love!
Her tail wrapping around your leg, her ears twitching, and purring as she sits on top of you littering her love on you~
She'll ride you as she purrs, praising you so happily and making a few jokes here and there. Making sure to keep you on your toes in between pleasure and happiness!
She'd be a blushy but happy mess if you decide to take control 🤭 stammering but letting you take over. Letting you please her until she can't do anything but purr and think of you as her mind melts away.
She'd want praises and worship from you when she's bottom, blushing and being thoroughly pleased when she hears how much of a good girl she is for you~ how much of a good lover she is for you and how you're giving her the love she deserves~
She'd love positions like 69 and other mutual pleasure positions, positions where she can be pleased for her love but also work for it by showing you tensfold the love~
She'd love sitting on your face, a place where you can praise her and pleasure her all at the same time~
She'd want to be between your legs at all times, working for her praise and staying there until you tell her to climb up on you so you can reward her 🫣
She just wants to be the best girl ever 💕
She is the one that you take care of after sex.
She'll clean you and cuddle you, but you are the one who makes it mutual and make her feel appreciated as an equal 💖
Post sex sleep is always the most chaotic between y'all-
She's just the love starved funny girl 🥺💕
Just a starved girl getting her feast from her whipped lover~ 💖
Droid would be bamboozled if his waifu came to life one day.
If you have time do you think you could do a fic based on the old cooking streams the boys used to do were the reader is a professional chef/ baker
Maybe it’s a 4v1 challenge for who can make the best food and chat judges
Back-to-Back (P! Frog Boys X Chef! Reader)
Fandom: RPF/Youtube
Requested: Clearly (loosely based on the video from Miniminter)
Warnings: some sexual jokes
POV: Second Person (You/your)
W.C. 1576
Summary: Chef! reader posts a back-to-back cooking video with the Frog Boys.
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
~~(^Pinterest)
“Hi, everybody, and welcome to the video,” You chuckled as the video started. You were standing in your normal kitchen setup with ingredients surrounding you. “We are back with a back-to-back cooking video, and this time, we have Grizzy, BigPuffer, ElasticDroid, and Pezzy!” The group walked in and stood behind you at their own station and cheered around a bit, bringing some hype. “With all back-to-back videos, I will be trying to teach these guys how to cook something.”
“And they won’t be able to see what we’re doing!” Droid added, pointing some finger guns at the camera.
“Yeah, do any of you have tangible cooking experience?” You asked as you smiled nervously.
“Nope,” They all responded happily, which caused you to sigh.
“You all signed contracts, so I cannot be held liable if you get hurt,” You cleared up before deciding to jump straight in. “Okay, boys, whoever is comfortable with a knife, start by cutting the ends off the onion.”
“Gimme the knife,” Grizzy said, snatching the knife from Puffer’s hand before jokingly threatening him with it.
“Woah, I’m being harassed over here!” Puffer shouted as he put his hands up in surrender.
“Wait, which end?” Pezzy asked. “An end is subjective with a circle.”
“Ok, Einstein, shut the hell up,” Droid responded immediately, shoving Pezzy a little.
“Hey, be nice over there, guys,” You warned, deciding to ignore most of the bickering with a sign. “This is gonna stress me out. Anyways, once you've cut the ends off, Grizzy, I need you to peel it.”
“With my hands or the peeler?” He responded quickly, looking between the provided utensils you gave them.
“Your hands will be just fine, babe,” You teased with a laugh.
“Can one of you help me?” Grizzy asked the boys quietly, trying not to catch your attention.
“Why do you need help peeling it?” You exclaimed in shock.
“Because I can’t grab it,” Grizzy said back as Pezzy took the onion from his hands.
“There’s no way I should be crying right now,” Droid said, turning away from the camera, “I’m not even touching it!”
“Okay, crybaby,” You chuckled to yourself. “Do any of you know how to dice an onion?”
“Maybe explain it for the viewers?” Puffer offered, taking the knife from Grizzy.
“To put it simply, you cut an onion into small cubes,” You replied, looking straight into the camera with a smile. “Does that help?”
“Perfect, I really understood that,” Puffer said sarcastically.
“You are terrible at explaining,” Droid replied after a beat of silence among you all. “You know what, give me the knife.”
“I don’t know if I trust that,” Pezzy said skeptically as he stepped back and nearly ran into your back. “Shit, sorry.”
“Shut up, and give me the knife. I’m gonna Chef Boyardee this bitch,” Droid said confidently as he took the knife from Puffer and started cutting the onion. Subconsciously, you let out a noise, and that caught his attention. “What was that?”
“The cut you made just sounded wrong,” You replied as you continued dicing your onion.
“Well, what the fuck do you think was gonna happen? I live off premade meals and doordash!” Droid shouted in defense.
“Hey, calm yourselves!” Pezzy tried to interject.
“Don’t tell me to calm down!” Droid shouted toward Pezzy this time. “I still have the knife!”
“And now you don’t,” Puffer deescalated the situation by grabbing the knife from Droid and holding it above his head, so Droid couldn’t reach it. “No more knife for you.”
“Are you guys done being children?” You asked with a concerned look directed straight at the camera. They all made noises of approval, so you gave them the next step. “Grab your carrots and peel them.”
“I’m trying so hard not to make a sex joke,” Puffer whispered into the microphone.
“I’m going to pretend I did not just hear you sexualize a carrot,” You took a deep breath as you started cutting the carrot. “You’re going to cut it into small circles. Think like a coin.”
“Ok, we got coins of carrot,” Grizzy said nodding at Puffer’s handiwork. “Now what?”
“Puffer, keep cutting the carrots the same way as the onion. Grizzy, Pezzy, or Droid, put the pot on the small hot plate and add a generous layer of olive oil,” You explained. You heard the cutting resume while someone banged on the bottom of the pot for a moment.
“When you say ‘generous,’ are you meaning round up to a dollar generous or Jacksepticeye’s Thankmas generous?” Pezzy asked.
“The amount of generous that the entire bottom of the pot is covered,” You cleared up with a laugh. “Take that how you will.”
“Not the whole bottle, Droid!” Pezzy shouted, grabbing the bottle away from him.
“Now, one of you put the mince in the bowl,” You explained.
“What the hell is mince?” Puffer asked, looking around at the ingredients.
“You Americans,” You muttered before switching your tone, “The ground beef.”
“Ahhh, ok, got it,” Puffer said as Grizzy grabbed the beef and Puffer held the bowl out.
“Kobe!” Grizzy exclaimed as he threw the mince into the bow. Thankfully, it all made it into the bowl.
“Now you’re going to take your sausage,” You were cut off by all of the boys laughing, causing you to roll your eyes at the camera as you waited for them to stop. “Take the sausage and skin it.”
“Isn’t that a circumcision?” Droid asked Pezzy quietly.
“I didn’t even know sausage had skin,” Pezzy admitted, choosing to ignore Droid for the time being.
“This looks disgusting,” Grizzy gagged as he took the skin off.
“Now, you’re going to take half and smash it into the mince,” You chuckled.
“Can you stop calling it mince? We don’t understand!” Puffer argued.
“I’ll leave you to figure out the rest of the recipe on your own,” You offered, setting the bowl down and looking at the camera.
“Please don’t,” Pezzy chuckled. “We need your guidance.”
“Good, now you’re gonna crack an egg in the bowl.”
“An egg? Are you tryna give us salmonella?” Droid asked while Pezzy cracked the egg.
“I’m so bad at cracking eggs,” Pezzy laughed at himself as he pulled out some shells that landed in the bowl. “Who let me crack this?”
“You just kinda took it,” Puffer laughed as he took the bowl to mix everything. “Ew, tell me why this feels like moisturized testicles.”
“Why do you know what moisturized testicles feel like, Puffer?” You flipped the question back on him.
“Woah, woah, woah,” Puffer shouted as he pulled his hands out of the bowl immediately.
“Moving on, grab the soaked break and smash that into the mixture.”
“Hold up,” Droid shouted, and everyone stopped to look at him, minus you. “Are we making meatloaf?”
“No,” You chuckled.
“Well, what else would we be making that uses this much meat?” Droid asked.
“Is it meatballs? I see pasta,” Grizzy said, pointing at the pile of uncooked pasta.
“If you would just hold your horses and wait until we get to the part, you guys would know that, yes. It is spaghetti and meatballs,” You explained before going into more instructions.
You continued the same back and forth instructions to make the food. It went fairly smoothly, other than the brief food fight among the guys when they decided to throw the pasta at the wall to see if it was cooked. After some intervention, you all finally plated your food, grabbed your plates, and turned around.
“Why are the meatballs so small?” You asked as you looked straight at the tiny meatballs on their plate.
“I told you they should have been bigger!” Puffer shouted as he hit Droid upside the head.
“I told you between a tennis ball and a ping pong ball,” You defended, thinking it was miscommunication. “These look like golf balls!”
“I bet it tastes better, though,” Pezzy said as you all sat around a table where the camera was in front of you. “Do we just swap plates?”
“Yeah, and dig in,” You shrugged as all of you started eating. You started coughing immediately. “What did you do?”
“Yours is delicious,” All of the boys gushed as they kept going back for more.
“No, no, hold on,” You pushed the plate away from them, “What did you guys do to this dish?”
“I think the right question is what didn’t we do,” Puffer countered as they all took a bite from their own plate.
“Why does it taste like nothing?” Grizzy laughed.
“It tastes like nothing and like 50 things all at once,” Pezzy said as he turned around and spit it out in the trash.
“It’s not great, but I wouldn’t spit it out,” Droid directed this comment at Pezzy. “Free food is free food.”
“You cannot pay me enough money to eat a plate of that,” Pezzy said as he pointed at the plate. “I’m going back to your plate. The real chef here knows how to cook.”
“Go figure,” You chuckled before looking back at the camera. “Anyway, guys, thank you all for tuning in for another back-to-back cooking video with Grizzy, BigPuffer, ElasticDroid, and Pezzy. All of their links are down below, so make sure to check them out. Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe for more content like this. I will see you all next week!”
A/N ; First request <3 Honestly didnt quite know where to go off of it but I hope I did well ml<3
Tags ; Fluff, kissing, making out, handsy!reader, almost getting caught, established relationship, hidden relationship, second person.
Puffer was seated next to you on the couch, a movie playing on the TV. The three of your other roommates out recording something for Christmas, Puffer turned to look at you with a smile.
"Youre pretty." He mumbled, leaning over and kissing your cheek. His facial hair scratched lightly into your soft skin, leaving you to turn and kiss him. The two of you forgetting about the movie and simply just kissing.
That was until Puffer pulled you into his lap, hands rubbing against your clothed thighs.
"Yeah? You think so?" You smiled, leaning down and kissing him more desperately. Puffer didnt reply, just kept kissing and eventually slipping his tongue into your mouth, the two of you in the heat of the moment.
Puffer smiled against your lips, pulling back to catch his breath. "Fuck yeah." He purred out, leaning down and kissing your cheek down to your jaw.
It would've gone further for Droid to not come storming in, the two of you instantly separating at the sound of the front door. You fixed yourself up, hoping you didnt look like you just made out with your boyfriend.
"Yoo! Pufferr!! Y/N!!" He squealed, running over, "You two love me right?" His voice had that suspicious tone in it, making you weary of what he did.
"Droid, what could you have done." Puffer bit out, getting up and stretching before glancing back at you on the couch. You smiled and also got up, escaping to see where Grizzy and Pezzy were.
"Griz, I'm just saying we should not have let him get into that—Oh! Hey Y/N." Pezzy smiled at you, stopping what he was saying which made you even more curious.
"What happened to Droid you two? Hes acting like he committed a murder." You grumble, staring at the two men. No one spoke for a long moment, Droid in the background getting interrogated by Puffer.
Grizzy then sighed, shaking his head. "Let's go sit down in the living room for this one." He smiled, walking you and Pezzy to where Puffer and Droid were.
"Okay! Droid! Sit the fuck down." Puffer said, seeing you and the others standing by the coffee table. He got Droid to sit and turned back to Pezzy and Grizzy, "Explain why he's like a hyper cat."
"Its a long story... But basically Droid got into some magic powder at one of the bakeries down the road, Hes fine! But they said there'd be stuff that'd happen to him. Like being hyper I guess." Grizzy said, crossing his arms. It all made sense, but what the hell was the magic powder? Whatever.
"I see." Puffer sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Well, I have a stream scheduled, see yall later." He then walked out, you following after a minute or two saying some excuse about being tired and needing rest. What a shame your makeout sesh was interrupted.
tags ;; gn!reader, 2nd pov prns used, ironman!puffer my dad frfr
summary ;; uhhhhhhh basically being the peter to puffer's ironman smile
♡ puffer absolutely acts like he’s annoyed every single time you show up in his workshop, but the second you stop coming around for a few days, he starts sending texts ↓
“You alive?”
“The bots miss being insulted.”
“…I guess I do too.”
♡ his dynamic mirrors chaotic mentor or protective older-brother energy
he pretends you’re a nuisance, but secretly worries about you constantly, gives you way too much tech access, & immediately regrets giving you tech access
♡ he builds you your own mini suit “for emergencies,” but it’s very obvious he spent months perfecting it. the interface literally has hidden encouraging messages programmed into it, that he pretends he DIDNT add...
“You’ve got this.” “Don’t do anything I would do.” “Actually, do very few things I would do.”
♡ you’re one of the only people allowed to touch his armor while he’s working on it. everyone (cough droid cough) else gets yelled at.
♡ you hand him tools without him asking because you’ve memorized his routine.
♡ sometimes you catch him staring at you with this soft, almost stunned expression because nobody’s ever stayed around him long enough to learn him like that.
♡ puffer is the kind of person who masks genuine affection with sarcasm
“if you die doing something stupid, don't haunt me in the afterlife
♡ meanwhile, he’s already rerouting satellites trying to find you because you were ten minutes late answering your phone.
♡ he’s constantly upgrading your gear behind your back. you’ll say, “Wait, this thing can fly now?” and he’ll shrug, “Couldn’t sleep.”
♡ he acts confident, but you noticing when he’s exhausted affects him more than he admits.
♡ you’re the one forcing him to eat, pulling him away from holograms at 3 a.m, throwing a blanket over him when he falls asleep at his desk.
♡ he never says thank you directly, but the next morning your favorite snacks magically appear in the kitchen.
♡ if you get hurt on a mission, he goes terrifyingly quiet. the kind of silence that makes the entire room nervous. his hands shake as he fixes your suit afterward because the thought of losing you genuinely wrecks him.
♡ he trusts your judgment before he realizes he does. during missions, everyone looks to him for orders, but he looks to you for confirmation. your opinion grounds him.
♡ he absolutely gives you ridiculous nicknames over comms
gremlin, menace, kid, disaster magnet
and you eventually start firing back
gramps, unc, tin-can
♡ his AI assistants (JARVIS, FRIDAY, etc.) adore you because you’re the only person besides puffer who talks to them like they’re real people. they start prioritizing your commands. puffer acts betrayed by this.
♡ the first time you panic during a mission, he drops everything to help you through it. his voice instantly softens, he walks you through your breathing, keeps talking the entire time so you stay grounded.
♡ afterward he never brings it up in front of anyone else because he wants your trust more than he wants to tease you.
♡ he struggles with the idea that someone younger actually cares about him for him, not the armor, money, or reputation. so every small act of loyalty from you hits him hard.
♡ sitting beside him during long nights in the workshop, waiting for him after difficult missions, defending him when people call him selfish.
♡ you’re the only person who can successfully convince him not to go on a mission when he’s injured. and even then it takes
arguing, guilt-tripping, physically blocking the suit chamber, and threatening to tell everyone embarrassing stories
♡ despite all the teasing, he’s incredibly proud of you. not because of your skills, because you stay kind, because you still care about people even after seeing the worst parts of the world. he notices that more than anything.
♡ one of his biggest fears is you becoming like him.
reckless, self-destructive, convinced you have to carry everything alone
so he keeps trying to teach you what he never learned early enough
“You don’t have to bleed to prove you care about people.”
Chris leaned back in his gaming chair, his laughter still ringing in your ears from earlier. The night had been like any other—him gaming with his friends, their usual banter filling the room. But one particular comment during their chat had been circling your mind ever since. “Man,” Grizzy had joked, “you know a guy’s dedicated when he’s down to eat his girl like she’s the last meal on Earth.” The group erupted into laughter, and Chris had chuckled along, casually throwing in, “Hey, you gotta make her happy, right? It’s all about the effort.” The confidence in his tone had stuck with you. You couldn’t help but replay it in your mind, a mix of curiosity and nervousness bubbling up. It wasn’t that you and Chris hadn’t explored intimacy together—you had. But this was something you’d always shied away from. You’d heard the stories, seen the jokes, and even had girlfriends gush about it over drinks. Yet, the idea of him going down on you left you feeling… exposed, vulnerable. What if it wasn’t as great as people said? What if you weren’t? Lost in thought, you didn’t notice Chris approaching until he nudged your knee. “You good, babe? You’ve been kinda quiet.” You glanced up, your cheeks heating under his gaze. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied, too quickly to be convincing.
He tilted his head, clearly unconvinced. “That’s a lie,” he said softly, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “Come on, spill.” You hesitated, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. Chris was your boyfriend—the sweetest, most attentive guy you’d ever been with. If anyone would listen without judgment, it was him. Still, the words felt heavy on your tongue. “It’s… kinda embarrassing,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. Chris moved closer, his hand resting gently on your thigh. “Hey,” he said, his tone serious but kind. “You can tell me anything. No judgment, promise.” You took a deep breath, staring at your lap. “I’ve just… never had someone, you know… go down on me before.” The room fell silent for a moment as he processed your confession. When you finally dared to look up, his expression wasn’t one of surprise or amusement. Instead, his eyes softened, his thumb tracing slow circles on your leg. “That’s what’s been on your mind?” he asked gently, a small smile playing on his lips. You nodded, your cheeks burning. “I know it’s not a big deal, but I guess I’ve always been too nervous. Like, what if it’s weird? Or I’m not…” You trailed off, too self-conscious to finish the thought. “Not what?” he prompted, his tone encouraging. “Perfect down there,” you finished quickly, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.
Chris’s brows knitted together as he leaned in, cupping your face with both hands. “Babe,” he said firmly, “you’re perfect to me. Every part of you. And if this is something you want to try, I’d love to do it. But only if you’re comfortable.” Your heart fluttered at his sincerity. “Really?” “Really,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “I’ve thought about it more times than I should probably admit.” That confession sent a shiver down your spine, your nerves replaced by a flicker of excitement. “I… I think I want to try,” you said, your voice steady despite the heat blooming in your cheeks. Chris grinned, standing and holding out his hand. “Then let’s make it special.” He led you to the bedroom, his movements slow and deliberate, giving you time to back out if you changed your mind. The air was charged with anticipation as you sat back on the bed, your heart hammering in your chest. When you lay down, he climbed over you, pressing a deep, lingering kiss to your lips, as if to reassure you that this was about you and only you. His hands skimmed your body, the gentle pressure grounding you in the moment, until his lips began a slow journey down your neck, over your collarbone, and further still. Each kiss left a trail of heat in its wake, and your breathing grew heavier with every inch he traveled.
At the waistband of your shorts, he paused, his fingers toying with the fabric as he looked up at you, his eyes full of warmth and affection. “Is this okay?” he asked softly, his voice filled with patience and care. You nodded, your voice caught in your throat as your pulse quickened. He slid your shorts down, taking your underwear with them, the cool air against your bare skin making you shiver. His gaze never left you, and when his eyes roamed over your body, it wasn’t with lust alone—it was with reverence. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with sincerity. The words hit you like a soothing balm, easing some of the nervousness you didn’t realize you were still holding on to. His lips pressed against your inner thighs, first one and then the other, the featherlight kisses sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. Your anticipation built as his kisses grew closer and closer to where you ached for him most. When his mouth finally met your most sensitive spot, your hips jerked involuntarily, a sharp gasp escaping your lips. You felt like a virgin experiencing sex for the first time. “Relax,” he murmured against you, his voice vibrating against your skin, his large hands resting firmly on your thighs to hold you in place. He began slowly, his tongue moving in soft, deliberate strokes, as if savoring every second.
The initial shyness you’d felt melted away with each flick of his tongue. The way he moved was unhurried yet purposeful, as though he was learning exactly what made your body sing. He alternated between languid, flat strokes and precise circles, his mouth and tongue working together in perfect harmony. “Chris…” you breathed, your voice barely audible as your fingers found purchase in the sheets beneath you. He looked up briefly, his lips glistening, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “How’s that?” he asked, his voice teasing yet dripping with satisfaction. “It’s… incredible,” you managed to breathe, your head tipping back as a shaky moan escaped your lips. Chris grinned, clearly pleased by your reaction. “Good,” he said, his tone low and husky. “Let’s see how much more you can take.” Without warning, he added his fingers into the mix, one sliding in with ease before curling inside you. The combination of his tongue circling your clit and his fingers pressing into that perfect spot was almost too much to bear. You felt your thighs trembling as heat pooled in your stomach, the tension winding tighter and tighter. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice muffled as his tongue worked you relentlessly. “Let go for me, baby. I’ve got you.”
With a cry, your body arched off the bed, your release crashing over you in waves so intense it left you trembling. Chris didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers coaxing every last spasm from your body until you were a quivering, breathless mess beneath him. You thought he might give you a moment to recover, but Chris had other plans. “One isn’t enough,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your thigh. “I’m not done with you yet.” His mouth returned to your clit, his tongue moving with newfound determination. You were oversensitive, every stroke of his tongue sending sparks of pleasure and borderline overstimulation coursing through you. But it wasn’t long before the overstimulation turned into something deeper, something more profound. “Chris, I can’t—” you whimpered, your hands gripping the sheets so tightly your knuckles turned white. “Yes, you can,” he growled against you, his fingers working inside you again, finding that same spot with devastating accuracy. “You’re doing so good for me.” His words pushed you further, your body surrendering to him as the tension built again, even quicker this time. When your climax hit, it was even more powerful than the first, your thighs squeezing around his head as your cries filled the room.
Chris didn’t let up, his tongue moving in lazy, thorough strokes as you rode out the aftershocks. By the time he pulled back, you were panting, your body spent and trembling. “Still with me?” he teased, his voice laced with amusement as he kissed the inside of your thigh. “Y-Yeah,” you breathed, barely able to form words. “Good,” he said, his tone shifting to something darker, more commanding. “Because I want to see you fall apart for me one more time.” He didn’t wait for a response. His mouth returned to you, this time gentler, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles that built the tension agonizingly slowly. His hands massaged your thighs, grounding you as your body began to climb that peak again. “Chris…” you whimpered, your voice a mix of desperation and pleading. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his voice dripping with pride and satisfaction. “Give me one more.” This time, when your release hit, it felt like an explosion, your body writhing uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy consumed you. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you called out his name, your voice trembling with raw emotion. Chris finally pulled back, his lips and chin glistening as he crawled up to meet you. His grin was wolfish, his eyes sparkling with pride.
“There’s my good girl,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You were too spent to respond, your body limp and your heart still racing. Chris pulled you into his arms, holding you close as he brushed a strand of damp hair from your face. “I think I’ve ruined you for anyone else,” he joked, his tone light but affectionate. You laughed weakly, burying your face in his chest. “You’ve definitely set the bar impossibly high.
